The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1240

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Chapter 1240

“Haaah….”

I exhaled very slowly while facing Glen Zigheart, expelling the stale air lingering in my lungs and steadying my mind with cold, measured breaths.

Goooooooooh!

A terrifying pressure emanated from Glen Zigheart, who held the Heavenly Sword in his grasp.
The weight pressing down on my shoulders exceeded even the pressure this Training Ground exerted, and my feet felt as though they were sinking into the earth itself.
Though no victor had emerged, it already felt as if his blade rested against my throat.

‘Is this truly Glen Zigheart?’

Ever since Glen Zigheart descended into the First Generation Zigheart Family Head’s Training Hall, he had transformed into a different person, wielding his sword relentlessly without pause.
Freed from the immense burden of responsibility as Family Head and returned to his nature as a swordsman, his blade—merely by holding it—radiated a chilling sensation as though it could cleave through hearts, and an unfettered freedom that seemed ready to extend anywhere.

‘The man before me is truly the strongest on the Continent.’

Glen Zigheart emanated the aura of an absolute being, seemingly indifferent even to the pressure generated by the First Generation Zigheart Family Head’s Training Hall.
If this man were not the strongest on the Continent, no one else could possibly claim that title.

I bit my lips deeply and tightened my grip on the Heavenly Sword.

‘I must fight with the resolve to kill if I’m to barely stand against him.’

Since descending into this Training Hall, I had trained while sacrificing sleep, yet I had not achieved the transformation Glen Zigheart had undergone.
Rather, the gap between us seemed to have widened, and if I did not exert my full strength, the outcome would be decided in a single exchange.

‘If Grandfather is like this now….’

He could even defeat the Heavenly Demon.

A month ago, Glen Zigheart had been pushed back by the Heavenly Demon’s momentum, but now he would never lose. In fact, I couldn’t even imagine this man losing to anyone.

-Certainly….

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he gazed at Glen Zigheart.

-He has certainly changed. One might even say he’s become a different person.

I nodded in agreement with his assessment.

-I sense a will and martial power so overwhelming that “strong” hardly suffices to describe it.

Wrath exhaled sharply, seemingly unaware that Glen Zigheart could emit such a chilling aura.

‘His pride must have been wounded by the Heavenly Demon’s suppression.’

I curved my lips into a thin smile.

‘At this point, he would never lose.’

My heart raced at the prospect of finally witnessing the true martial prowess of Glen Zigheart, thanks to the Heavenly Demon.

-The True Demon King’s thoughts differ somewhat.

Wrath shook his head curtly.

‘What do you mean?’

I lowered my brows while keeping my gaze fixed ahead.

-That old geezer didn’t sharpen his edge because of the Heavenly Demon.

Wrath let out a scoff, suggesting there was another reason.

-You’ll understand once your match with the old geezer concludes today.

He told me to cross blades with Glen Zigheart directly first, then stepped back.

‘What does that even… huh?’

My eyes narrowed as I turned my gaze forward again, and my entire body trembled.

Roooooooar!

Glen was watching me with the same stance as before, his entire focus concentrated on me—not on the Heavenly Demon as a future enemy, but on the one standing before him now.

‘I shouldn’t have let my mind wander elsewhere.’

I bit the inside of my lip hard enough to taste blood.

‘Even pouring my entire soul into Grandfather wasn’t enough.’

I knew that concentrating my full attention on each and every strike was insufficient, yet I had still engaged in conversation with Wrath.
To compensate for that mistake, I focused on the rings of fire.

Uuuuuuuuung!

Ten rings spun ferociously, pulling my scattered emotions and fragmented mind back into focus. Soon the world faded to grayscale, and only Glen standing before me retained vivid color.

Whoosh.

I heard Glen’s breath and felt his intent. A single blade—a sword so impossibly sharp it took human form and stood before me.

‘This is…’

A clash of a single strike.

Glen had no intention of prolonging this fight. I could feel the momentum of a single strike that would sever not just my body and soul, but even the very will to draw my blade.

‘I have to meet it.’

I nodded calmly, set down the Wooden Wheel Sword, and gripped the Heavenly Sword with both hands.

‘With the strongest strike I can unleash right now.’

Glen possessed a sword of the mind that was greater and sharper than my own, so a heart-based technique would not work. Direct collision with body and blade was my only option.

“Your eyes have returned to focus.”

Glen seemed to sense my transformation and nodded calmly, raising his True Demon Sword slightly higher. It was a gesture that said he would accept whatever came.

“I’m coming.”

Raon held his breath and pushed off the ground with his toes. Heavenly Stride. He advanced toward Glen with a technique that carried a sword of exquisite sharpness, as if piercing through space itself.

From the tip of the silver-gleaming Heavenly Sword, a piercing golden flash bloomed. With radiance as brilliant as a sun erasing darkness, the ultimate sword technique that Raon had cultivated throughout his life came into full bloom.

Sword Realm Incarnate: Genesis.

Genesis—the growing Sword Realm. The sword path that Raon Zigheart had built over a lifetime scattered like rays of sunlight, engulfing the First Generation Zigheart Family Head’s Training Hall.

-Hoo! So this is that sword?

Even Wrath couldn’t suppress his amazement at Genesis’s growth, his eyes widening in wonder.

Whoooooosh!

The vast and towering training hall was engulfed in Genesis’s golden radiance, threatening to erase Glen himself from existence.

Crack!

Between the golden canvas created by a single blade, tiny lightning bolts bloomed.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The lightning, thinner and finer than human hair, spread in an instant like shadows announcing the night, consuming the golden radiance Raon had created.

Boom!

The rays of sword light that Raon had accumulated over a lifetime were erased, replaced by intense lightning bolts. In an instant, the golden dawn faded, and crimson lightning dominated the entire world.

“Hah…!”

Raon collapsed to his knees from the shock of his fully unleashed Sword Realm Incarnate: Genesis being shattered. Having poured everything—body, aura, and spirit—into the technique, the backlash was severe, and blood spilled from his mouth.

Whoooosh.

The crimson lightning that had covered the entire Training Ground instead of golden radiance subsided, and Glen Zigheart walked forward. He looked at Raon with calm eyes as if he had sustained no damage whatsoever.

“You have become an even more magnificent sword.”

Glen nodded, brushing off his Heavenly Sword.

“I’m curious what that Sword Realm will become once it’s perfected.”

He smiled with admiration at the remarkable transformation of the Heavenly Demon.

“Ah, I still have a long way to go.”

Raon struggled to his feet, his words slightly slurred from exhaustion.

“I couldn’t even withstand Grandfather’s single strike.”

I hung my head, feeling as though I had broken my promise to help Glen despite offering my assistance.

“Is that what you think?”

Glen gazed at me with a subtle smile playing at his lips.

“Yes. So….”

I wiped the blood trickling from my lips and rose to my feet. I pulled the Mok Ryun Sword from where it was embedded in the ground and resumed my combat stance.

“I’ll help you no matter what!”

Since Glen’s desired single-strike contest had concluded, I moved forward to the next phase, charging at him with the Heavenly Sword and Mok Ryun Sword in hand.

“Your help is already sufficient….”

Glen chuckled softly as I rushed toward him with fierce determination.

“Do as you wish.”

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“Nnnngh….”

I finally collapsed in the training ground after pouring every ounce of strength and spirit into the battle, losing consciousness.
I had exhausted everything, drifting into sleep with only shallow breaths escaping my lips.

“Sigh.”

Glen wiped the sweat trickling down his forehead and exhaled a turbid breath.

“His physical body surpassed mine long ago, and his stamina and mental fortitude now seem to exceed even my own….”

A hollow laugh escaped him as he watched Raon sleep, collapsed from exhaustion.

“How is such a thing even possible?”

Every single day, Raon would charge forward with all his might, collapse unconscious, and then the next morning, he would rise without a scratch and come at him again.
Even if one searched the entire Continent, there would be no one else possessing such stamina, recovery capacity, and mental fortitude.

‘And on top of that, a growth rate that’s almost terrifying.’

Through daily sparring matches with him that resembled real combat, Raon had gained tremendous experience in how to move against stronger opponents, what to think, and what preparations to make.
His martial growth was frightening enough, but his growth in those aspects was particularly outstanding—now I couldn’t face him carelessly.

‘Today was especially difficult.’

Glen’s eyes narrowed as he observed the Heavenly Sword that Raon still refused to release even after losing consciousness.

‘Because I used my full power.’

He had told Raon he always used his full strength, but in reality, he had been holding back. If he unleashed his true power, the gap would become too wide for training to serve any purpose.

However, Raon’s Sword Realm just now had forced him to use his full power without reservation.
No—if he had held back even slightly, he might have been defeated instead. Even in this First Generation Zigheart Family Head’s Training Hall where true full power couldn’t be used, that was a remarkable feat.

‘It was that dangerous.’

I knew that Raon wielded two types of Sword Realm, and the one containing everything of his—the one he used today—was called Creation.

But I never expected him to demonstrate such power and achievement. My grandson made me proud, yet seeing how much he must have struggled pained me.

“You’re sorry you couldn’t help me?”

Glen let out a hollow laugh as he looked at Raon, whose face was caked with blood and dust.

“No, thanks to you, I was able to return to my true self. To Glen Zigheart, the swordsman.”

Because Raon always fought with such earnestness, as though engaging in a life-or-death duel, I was able to pursue the sword without hesitation or reservation.

‘If it’s now….’

I could even defeat the Heavenly Demon.

Since descending into the First Generation Zigheart Family Head’s Training Hall, I had returned to my childhood when I first grasped a sword—in every breath I took, I thought of the blade, envisioned it, and pursued it.
My body had withered, my spirit had waned, yet the sword I held in my heart—the blade I had honed with my soul—blazed with a brilliance and sharpness greater than ever before.

This is certainty. The resolve never to lose to the Heavenly Demon had transformed into conviction of victory, and it was all thanks to my grandson lying on that cold ground as his bed.

“Thank you.”

Glen offered a small bow toward Raon, who slept soundly.

-Something.

That solemn and noble figure had long dwelt in the eyes of one Demon Lord, not Raon.

-Envious.

* * *

“Phew….”

Karun exhaled shortly after sliding the perfectly processed documents to his left.

“Hehehehe!”

Roen chuckled as he received the documents Karun had passed over.

“It seems you’ve grown accustomed to paperwork now.”

He nodded while reviewing the documents Karun had signed.

“Your adaptation is faster than expected. It wasn’t for nothing that you ran the Central Intelligence Agency for so long.”

Sheryl whistled in amazement as well.

“It’s just past noon now. You’ll be heading to the Training Ground as usual, I presume?”

She smiled knowingly, as if his destination was perfectly obvious.

“Indeed.”

Karun nodded calmly, confirming that Sheryl’s words were correct.

“Since becoming the temporary Head of House, my sword technique has been flowing remarkably well. I wish to make the most of this time.”

He rose from the Jade Throne, eager to concentrate on training while his swordsmanship was flourishing and maximize his progress.

“…There’s also someone I need to watch over.”

A faint smile crossed Karun’s face as he thought of Burren Zigheart, who was following his training well.

“He certainly does perform well.”

Sheryl also acknowledged Burren Zigheart’s abilities, nodding appreciatively.

“I shall accompany you.”

Just as she took her place behind Karun.

Crash!

The doors to the Audience Chamber burst open violently, and Chad rushed in.

“T-Temporary Head of House!”

Chad stammered as always, hurrying toward the center of the Audience Chamber.

“What is it this time? I understand it’s urgent, but try not to be quite so frantic about it.”

Karun sighed wearily, accustomed to Chad’s anxious demeanor, and waved his hand dismissively.

“N-No! It’s not that…!”

Chad held up a paper marked with urgent notice and lifted his head.

“The Eden Ghosts have made their move!”

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