The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1167

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Chapter 1167

Raon stood face to face with Lectar behind the Annex Lake.

“Are you truly certain about this?”

Lectar had been confined to his bed ever since losing his right arm in that grievous wound, leaving his entire body stiff and rigid. No matter how sturdy the prosthetic arm Ensia had crafted was, nor how transcendent he remained, engaging in a sparring match immediately seemed unwise.
The prosthetic arm that Ensia made for her was sturdy, and even if he was a transcendent, immediately sparring with him didn’t seem like a good choice.

“Father! Can’t you just stay lying down?”

Edgar cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted at Lectar.

“Is it true that Raon has gotten stronger again? They say that even if Father still has his former power, it won’t be easy anymore. At this rate, wouldn’t he just get beaten up? It would be better if he just rested in bed… *cough!*”

He poured out criticism—no, outright condemnation—at his own father, then took a kick from Lectar and rolled across the floor.

“Sigh…”

Sylvia let out a deep sigh of exasperation at the sight of it.

“Ugh!”

Sia also let out an exasperated sigh at Edgar, following Sylvia’s lead.

“Dad, stay still for a moment.”
“Dad, stay still for a moment.”

The two of them still seemed to care for Edgar, so they grabbed him by the waist and shoulders and helped him to his feet.

“A prosecutor is someone who speaks with the law.”

Lectar kicked Edgar away, then turned back and drew his sword. Even while it had been resting on the bed, it seemed to have been well maintained, as his blade gleamed with a smooth, lustrous shine.

“Wouldn’t it be better to speak with the sword rather than make a loud fuss with words?”

Lectar curled up the corners of his mouth as if he wanted to express his emotions with a sword.

“Hmm….”

Raon turned his gaze to the right, observing Ensia.

“It’s fine!”

Ensia raised both arms above her head, forming a circle with her hands.

“The greatest advantage of the prosthetic arm I created is its durability!”

She wore a confident smile, as if there would be no problems whatsoever.

“If you say so, then I have no choice.”

Raon smiled thinly and drew the Heavenly Sword from his waist.

“A swordsman speaks through the blade, after all.”

At the level of a transcendent, rather than through words,
one could understand another’s thoughts simply by clashing blades.
Lectar seemed to prefer expressing his emotions through the sword rather than speech.

‘Besides, he must be eager to move his body.’

With a new arm, it was only natural that a swordsman would desire to wield his blade. Understanding what Lectar must be feeling, I decided to grant his request.

“Huh.”

Lectar slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a chilling gleam flashed—the Sword Ghost, head of the Holy Sword Association, had returned.

“Let us begin.”

Lectar showed no deference as a senior, stepping forward and leaping across space to thrust his blade. Like a true transcendent, he had already adapted to his newly acquired prosthetic arm, and the tip of his sword stood sharp and menacing.

Clang!

Raon blocked Lectar’s thrust with ease and immediately launched a counterattack. The flaming blade, bent at an angle, descended toward Lectar’s right shoulder.

“So you were just pretending to be considerate….”

Lectar let out a hollow laugh as he watched Raon’s Heavenly Sword plunging down between his prosthetic arm and shoulder.

“So you’re trying to steal my new arm right away!”

He curled his lips and sharply deflected the cascading Heavenly Sword.

Clang!

Raon received Lectar’s counterattack with fluid grace, shrugging his shoulders.

“You taught me that swordsmen speak through their blades. I merely wanted to confirm something.”

Whether the arm moves well, or perhaps
whether you’ve grown fearful—I wanted to check, he said with a playful smile.

“Like father, like son, I guess!”

Lectar glanced briefly at Edgar behind him, then raised his sword once more. Like a man who had never rested from grievous wounds, he unleashed a barrage of sharp blade strikes.

Each one carried the force of a transcendent’s ultimate technique. The weight of a swordsman who had accumulated ten thousand strikes was unmistakable.

Clang clang clang clang clang!

Raon parried Lectar’s onslaught, which expressed countless sword techniques with honest directness, his lips pressed firmly together.

‘Grandfather….’

Through the blades, Lectar’s emotions reached him. He was unfolding all the sword techniques he had mastered, speaking his gratitude through them.

Gratitude for saving his life from the Archangel, for strengthening his resolve to stand again, for obtaining a new arm—he was crying it out through his swordplay.

Boom!

Raon’s fingertips trembled under the weight of the blade strikes transmitted from Lectar. Because he had become human before becoming a swordsman, his emotions struck directly into his heart.

“Hah….”

Lectar let out a hollow laugh, holding his sword with both hands.

“I suppose I’ve rested long enough. We haven’t even fought for an hour, yet my stamina is already depleting.”

He wiped the sweat trickling down his forehead and bit his lips deeply.

‘It’s understandable, given the circumstances.’

Even as exhaustion weighed on me, I nodded slightly upon seeing Lectar’s eyes still burning with vitality.

‘He expressed his swordsmanship with complete dedication.’

Throughout our sparring, Lectar continuously unveiled different sword techniques, allowing me to witness and learn from more of his art. Each moment brought a shift in the flow of his blades, and I rendered each one with full force—exhaustion was only natural. In his own way, it was an expression of gratitude.
Every moment the flow of the sword changed, and he drew it out with all his might each time, so it was only natural that it was exhausting. In his own way, it was an expression of gratitude.

“I’ll show you one final technique.”

Lectar raised his sword, gripped in both hands, above his head. A blue luminescence seemed to radiate from behind him as a terrifying slash descended—one that threatened to cleave heaven and earth in two.

‘This is no longer instruction.’

I tightened my grip on the Heavenly Sword.

‘He’s expressing himself as a swordmaster.’

If Lectar had been expressing gratitude as my grandfather until now, he was returning to being a swordmaster once more—seeking genuine combat. His eyes turned cold, as if challenging me to unveil a blade capable of defeating him.
He revealed cold, piercing eyes as if challenging them to draw the sword that could break him.

‘I accept.’

I stepped forward with my left foot and drew the Heavenly Sword upward. A crimson blade, rising as it scraped across the blue lake, cleanly erased Lectar’s devastating slash that split heaven and earth asunder.
My sword, having fully embraced human emotion, had already transcended the realm of mere swordsmanship.

Whoooosh!

The storm of light that Lectar unleashed subsided, and the turbulent lake gradually calmed.

—Hmm.

Wrath observed the trajectory of the blade he had unleashed and slightly furrowed the bridge of his nose.

-Now you’ve finally become a sword worth acknowledging.

He rarely praised his own blade, muttering that it wasn’t bad.

“Haah…”

Lectar, standing behind the gray smoke, lowered his sword and released a long sigh. Watching Raon dissolve all of his sword strikes, he let out a hollow laugh.

“Thank you.”

Lectar suppressed the astonishment blooming in his chest and voiced the emotion he had expressed through his blade once more with words.

“If you’re grateful, then fight by my side.”

Raon showed no humility, instead smiling as he urged him to fight with all his might.

“Of course! Though I’ll have to endure some hardship for a while.”

Lectar nodded, determined to recover his former martial prowess by any means necessary.

“Father. That might be difficult, so perhaps you should aim to recover just about half your strength. Actually, since you’re getting on in years now, it would be better not to strain yourself too much… Ugh!”

Edgar, fooling around again, took a strike to his back from Sylvia and rolled across the floor.

“Father will be able to do it.”

Sylvia stepped on Edgar’s back with an elegant smile.

“Yeah. I’ll help too!”

Sia grasped Lectar’s prosthetic arm firmly, offering to train together.

“Thank you all.”

Lectar gazed at Sylvia and Sia, his expression warm with gratitude.

“Perhaps I may lack fortune with sons, but I’m blessed beyond measure with daughters-in-law and grandchildren.”

As if releasing the last lingering regret within him, he calmly nodded.

Shiiing.

Raon sheathed the Heavenly Sword and gazed at the hand that had wielded it.

‘To feel myself growing stronger in this manner.’

Typically, I had broken through barriers by entering a state of selflessness through awakening.

In fact, it would be no exaggeration to say that was almost always the case.

But this time, without awakening or selflessness, I had grown stronger through enlightenment gained from life itself, requiring no adaptation period to immediately demonstrate my new level.

Even if Lectar had been at full strength before losing his arm, I doubted I would be overwhelmed now. No—if I dragged this into a prolonged battle, I was confident in victory.

‘There’s not much left now.’

I clenched my fist tightly, recalling those piercing blue eyes.

‘Derus Robert.’

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“Ahem!”

Glen stood on the slope of Bekmang Mountain, watching Raon and Lectar’s sparring match, when he let out a low cough as if displeased.

“Head of House, is something the matter?”

Roen tilted his head in confusion, watching Glen furrow his brow. Despite the matter concluding well, Glen appeared dissatisfied, and Roen blinked in bewilderment.

“I think I understand now why you’re acting that way, Head of House.”

Sheryl gazed downward and sighed.

“While you’re pleased about Lectar’s recovery, he’s monopolizing Raon and Sia’s attention, so you’re displeased.”

She scoffed, seeing right through Glen’s true feelings.

“Bah, nonsense!”

Glen waved his hand in absolute denial, but his flushed cheeks betrayed the truth of his words.

“Sigh! The Head of House has monopolized Raon this entire time, and you’ve been seeing Sia almost every day. Meanwhile, Lectar has been stationed elsewhere entirely, so even if I wanted to see him, I couldn’t! How could you possibly be jealous of that?”
“You monopolized it, and you saw Sia almost every day anyway. Meanwhile, Lectar was in a completely different place, so even if he wanted to see you, he couldn’t! How could he be jealous over something like that?”

Sheryl shook her head, remarking that Glen was now just as tiresome as Rimer.

“Ugh….”

Glen knew Sheryl’s words held no fault, so he merely wrinkled the bridge of his nose without responding.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen simply laughed with amusement at the scene.

“But what is Raon’s current level of power, exactly?”

He narrowed his eyes, recalling Raon’s serene yet magnificent swordsmanship that had split Lectar’s full strength.

“…I don’t know.”

Glen narrowed his eyes, giving an uncharacteristic answer.

“Pardon?”

Sheryl’s eyes widened in shock.

“The Head of House doesn’t know?”

She swallowed dryly, more astonished than if the heavens themselves had collapsed.

“Raon currently stands at the same level as the mid-tier leaders from the Six Emperors Five Demons era. However….”

Glen furrowed his brows as he watched Raon touch Lectar’s arm.

“That child’s actual combat power far exceeds what he displays. Even I cannot fathom the true extent of his strength.”

He exhaled roughly, acknowledging that Raon’s growth was so rapid and unprecedented that even he could not fully comprehend it.

“Eleven months from now will be most intriguing.”

Glen twisted his lips upward in a mocking smile.

“To see how far Raon’s blade will reach once he grows even stronger.”

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The next day.
After sleeping in the Annex Building for the first time in ages, I emerged before dawn broke.

-I thought you’d finally grown lazy, but here you are again.

Wrath sighed as he gazed at the violet-tinged dawn sky.

-Swinging your blade at dawn again? You said you wanted to become human!

He ground his teeth, questioning whether this grueling regimen was beginning anew.

‘Not everyone sleeps late or grows lazy. There are countless people who labor at dawn.’

I shook my head, insisting that dawn training had nothing to do with living as a human.

-Well, I suppose that’s true enough.

Wrath smacked his lips, conceding the point.

-But still, you remain lacking in certain aspects of humanity.
‘Lacking in aspects of humanity?’

I paused mid-draw and turned to face Wrath.

‘What is that?’
-Love!

Wrath lifted his chin defiantly.

-You know nothing of love!
‘Huh? I do….’
-Not family! I know you love the people of this Annex Building! But that’s not what I’m talking about!

He shook his head vigorously, as if to emphasize his point.

-I speak of romantic love between man and woman! You have absolutely never….

Wrath was in the midst of saying that Raon was still a mere child when it came to love.
He was still at an age when he could be called a young boy.

Whoooosh!

A blue dimensional gate opened, and from within emerged a handsome young man with blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in an elegant white robe of antiquity.

“Barthius?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he recognized the Gold Dragon Barthius, who had contacted him through the blue spear.

“Raon Zigheart!”

Barthius thrust his face forward without even exchanging greetings, his eyes bulging as if they might pierce through the dimensional barrier itself.

“I’ve found a path to reach the Lord!”

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