The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1261

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Chapter 1261

Whoooosh!

Burren charged forward, channeling the Gale Wind technique through his entire body. He advanced with the ferocity of a tiger stalking its prey, only to be sent flying backward in that exact stance.

“Ugh….”

Burren tumbled roughly across the ground before finally skidding to a halt. He lifted his head.

“The Gale Wind technique didn’t work at all….”

I was holding back my strength, so I thought I could at least block his sword once, but it was completely shattered from the start. The absurd gap in our abilities drew a hollow laugh from me.

“Argh!”
“All of you, attack together!”
“Yeah! If we keep waiting, we won’t even land a finger on him!”
“Let’s go!”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall muttered that they were tired of being beaten and rushed at me simultaneously.

Crash!

However, all of them were sent flying backward at an even faster speed than when they charged, tumbling across the ground like Burren.

“Excellent! I’ve missed this feeling!”

Martha laughed with bared teeth. Despite the wound that had split her lips, staining her white teeth crimson, she swung the hand gripping her sword with evident delight.

“You really are something….”

Burren let out a hollow laugh watching Martha’s excitement rise.

“Of course! Sparring with that damned monster is worth more than actual combat!”

Martha bit her lip, saying that the duel with me was more terrifying and made her flesh tremble more than the battle they had just fought.

“Grraaaaaaah!”

Martha advanced toward me with a sinister grin spreading across her face, bringing down her blade wreathed in Titan’s aura. She wove the training she had undergone with her mother into that heavy yet sharp downward slash, unleashing a strike of magnificent proportions.

Clang!

I swiftly drew the Heavenly Sword from its sheath. I shattered Martha’s blade strike effortlessly, then struck her shoulder with the hilt of my sword.

Crack!

Martha couldn’t fully absorb the impact in mid-air and crashed hard into the ground.

“Ugh!”

She gasped in pain, clutching her shoulder as her breathing grew ragged.

“Yes, yes! This is what living is all about—pain and struggle!”

Martha pushed herself up with her hands, her chin raised defiantly. Capillaries burst across her eyes, and blood streamed from her entire body, yet she laughed—a sight that bordered on grotesque.

“Huh!”
“Ugh….”

Crain and Dorian trembled, their jaws quivering at the unsettling sight of Martha.

“That’s why she’s called the Rakshasa Woman.”

Burren shook his head as he watched Martha.

“I don’t care if I’m a Rakshasa or anything else! I’ll fight until I drop—cough!”

Martha rushed forward, declaring that the real fight was just beginning, but I struck the back of her neck, and she collapsed to the ground.

“Why… why….”

She forced her drooping eyelids open, biting her lip as she demanded why I wouldn’t fight her properly.

“Your injuries will worsen. That’s enough for now.”

I told Martha I’d see her tomorrow, then knocked her completely unconscious.

“And….”

The moment Martha fell, I shifted to the right and positioned myself before Crain and Dorian.

“Kyaaaah!”
“Here he comes!”

Crain and Dorian shrieked, swinging their blades toward my upper and lower body. Having traveled together for so long, they executed a flawless coordinated assault from the very start.

Crash!

Of course, my sword sheath easily shattered their combined strike and delivered a friendly smack to both their heads.

“Aaaahhh!”
“Ughhhh….”

Crain and Dorian rolled across the floor, clutching their battered heads.

“Why do you keep just watching? Whether you become mush or rice, attack me without hesitation.”

I told them to stop standing idle and keep moving endlessly, then delivered another flick to both their heads.

“Haaaah!”

Seizing that opening, Burren charged toward my back. This time, he concentrated the Gale Wind Slash entirely on his blade rather than his body, bringing it down with full force.

Clang!

As if I had eyes on the back of my head, I raised the Heavenly Sword’s sheath with perfect precision and blocked Burren’s strike.

“Ambushes are a good tactic when you’re at a disadvantage. However….”

My eyes turned cold as I twisted the sheath.

“An imperfect ambush is far less efficient than fighting head-on.”

I told Burren that sloppy tactics were pointless, then drove my sword sheath into his chest.

Cough!

Burren crashed into the ground in a posture similar to Martha’s, gasping roughly.

“Ugh….”

Burren watched Raon approach the other swordsmen without tiring, exhaling a breath of resignation.

‘He was no match before, but now he’s become something entirely different.’

Raon had certainly possessed the power to fight all of Gwangpung Hall and win with ease even before entering seclusion.

But the Raon of now was distinctly different from before. It wasn’t merely composure—he saw and felt everything like the Sword God in the heavens above, striking only at the swordsmen’s vulnerable points. It was as if watching the Head of House himself.

‘Always….’

Burren tightened his weakening grip and lifted his head.

‘You never let us rest.’

No matter how much talent Raon possessed as the greatest of this age, growing from his current realm was far more difficult than becoming stronger themselves.
Yet Raon always transcended that wall and returned with a new form. Witnessing such things left them no choice but to strive with all their might.

‘I hope Father becomes the Head of House….’

Burren chuckled softly as he gazed into Raon’s radiant eyes.

‘But if it were you, I think I could offer my sincere congratulations.’

The Raon he saw today was in no way lacking as the Head of Zigheart.
In fact, if Glen were not the current Head of House, it would be no surprise for him to ascend the Jade Throne immediately. Now he had confidence that he could offer genuine applause if Raon became the Head of House.

“Argh!”

Burren, with his strength completely drained, somehow managed to rise and charge again, only to take a blow to his abdomen and collapse, unable to rise further.

“Not bad.”

Raon felt that Burren had truly fought with all his strength and nodded with satisfaction.

‘Even without me, they didn’t neglect their training.’

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall demonstrated remarkable progress—they hadn’t grown lazy during the two months I’d spent in seclusion with Glen, but had instead trained even more diligently. Moved by their dedication and proud of their growth, I threw myself fully into helping them with their sparring.

“Temporary Head of House….”

As I nodded with satisfaction while observing the swordsmen, a quiet voice reached me from behind.

“Huff….”

It was Lunan. She approached me, exhaling a breath laden with cold energy.

“Please.”

Despite the tremendous shock of her Sword Realm shattering, Lunan had risen again and grasped her blade. Though she likely lacked the strength to even hold a sword, the way she stood suggested she was genuinely reflecting on her past self and determined to change.

“Come.”

I nodded calmly, as if to say go ahead.

“….”

Lunan Slion advanced across the Battlefield like a slide without even a common battle cry, and thrust at Seolhwa. Seolhwa’s sword, gleaming pure white, struck down as if to pierce through Raon’s neck.

“Good.”

I nodded calmly and drew a semicircle with the scabbard of the Heavenly Sword.

Clang!

I deflected Lunan’s thrust with the scabbard and was about to counterattack.

Whoosh!

Lunan reversed the force contained in the Heavenly Sword’s scabbard and leaped backward, raising her blade before her face in a knightly stance.

“Sword Realm Manifestation—Eternal.”

She opened the Sword Realm without missing the gap created by the distance between us.

A deep, resonant hum pierced the air!

This time, Lunan’s Sword Realm did not shatter. Frost extended in all directions, and ten Snowy Mountains rose behind her.

“I have taken the temporary Head of House’s advice to heart.”

Lunan raised her sword, her eyes narrowing into sharp slits.

“I will go with my full strength….”

As she pointed her blade at me, the frost that had been burying the massive mountains surged upward like clouds and rushed forward.

“A fine Sword Realm.”

I nodded calmly as I watched the frost petals swarm before me like an avalanche had been unleashed.

“There are no words but ‘magnificent’ to describe it.”

This was no mere flattery. Lunan’s Sword Realm possessed not only tremendous power but also an overwhelmingly vast range. It seemed her will to protect Zigheart had been woven into every aspect of it.

A sharp, cutting sound echoed out!

Contrary to my words of praise, I revealed cold eyes as I raised the sheath of the Heavenly Sword. A crimson World Tree rose above the sheath, and from it descended petals imbued with scorching heat, igniting a firestorm.

A tremendous roar erupted!

The inferno consumed every frost petal that surged forward and incinerated even the phenomena Lunan had created with her Sword Realm. The difference in power and mastery became starkly apparent.

“However, to achieve your goal, you will need to exert yourself far more desperately than you do now.”

I shook my head, acknowledging that while Lunan’s will to protect Zigheart was evident, the distance to her goal remained far too great.

“Y-yes, I will keep it in mind.”

Lunan bowed her head one final time before collapsing on the spot and losing consciousness. Having had her Sword Realm shattered twice, she had endured a greater shock than anyone else present.

A sharp clap sounded!

As Lunan fell, I secured the Heavenly Sword’s sheath at my waist and clapped my hands together.

“You’ve worked hard. Your achievements today exceeded my expectations.”

I nodded, relieved that nothing had been damaged, expressing my satisfaction with what I’d witnessed.

“Phew….”
“Thank goodness.”
“We’ve been recognized.”
“Then there’s no more training!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen’s faces brightened with smiles at my approval.

“If you train like this for a week, that wouldn’t be bad.”

I suggested continuing the same training regimen for an entire week, curling my lips into a slight smile.

In that instant, the smiles vanished from the swordsmen’s faces, replaced by a deathly pallor.

“Huh?!”
“A, a week?”
“Are you insane? I’d rather do the concentration enhancement training three times than endure this for a week!”

The swordsmen muttered their objections, but none possessed the audacity to openly challenge me.

“Go to the Medical Office for treatment, then gather here at the same time tomorrow.”

I waved my hand dismissively, ignoring their protests entirely, and returned to the Patriarch’s Hall.

“I’ve made a terrible mistake….”

Burren lifted his head, gasping for breath. He stared intently at Martha and Lunan, who had already collapsed.

“If that bastard becomes Head of House, we’re all doomed!”

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A week later, at the Family Head’s Training Ground.

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen stood before the platform with their hands clasped behind their backs, crimson auras blazing fiercely above their shoulders.

He resembled an Eden Executive in appearance, yet unlike them, his aura revealed a pure desire to fight.

Thud.

As Raon stood at the edge of the platform, the killing intent that had burned in the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen’s eyes extinguished like a doused flame.

“You endured well for a week.”

Raon’s gaze swept across the faces of the now-silent Gwangpung Hall swordsmen one by one.

“Now you’ve become the kind of warriors I can be proud of.”

He nodded with satisfaction, believing that only with the momentum of Gwangpung Hall could they stand against Eden.

“Eden released the Evil Goat Demon and the Bearwolf Sorcerer while making excuses that they’d slipped from their control. Because of those irresponsible creatures’ actions, Budnew Village was annihilated, and the Main Residence nearly suffered catastrophe.”

Raon’s eyes turned glacial as he ground out the name Eden as if crushing it beneath his heel.

“Even if they’ve escaped the Heavenly Demon’s grasp, Eden remains Eden. I will make those rats hiding in the shadows answer for the deaths of Budnew Village.”

After declaring he would make them answer with their lives, he stamped through the air and descended into the Training Ground.

Roooooooar!

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen inherited the fighting spirit blazing from Raon and unleashed an even more vivid and intense aura.

Whoooosh!

As Raon walked through the ranks of Gwangpung Hall, his black dragon robe billowing, Burren, Martha, and Lunan along with the other swordsmen fell into step behind him.

“Let’s go.”

Leading Gwangpung Hall—which moved as one blade, emanating both desolate and magnificent momentum—Raon’s eyes flashed with crimson lightning identical to Glen’s.

“To collect the blood price of one hundred and thirty-three lives.”

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