The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 199

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Chapter 199

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The massive wave of aura dissolved away, revealing Garon’s figure hidden behind it. His chest caved in as if struck by a hammer, and blood spilled from his lips. It was a miraculous technique born from the harmony of Tae Hwa Bo and Yeom Yong Gyeol.

But the impact wasn’t limited to Garon alone.

Cough!

I too bent at the waist and spat out blood. Serious internal injuries. It would have been strange if I was fine after cutting through such powerful aura.

Ugh!

Garon clutched his chest and staggered backward. His pupils trembled as if an earthquake had struck.

Where do you think you’re going?

I swallowed the blood pooling in my mouth and pushed off the ground. As Garon retreated, I instead surged forward.
My insides churned and my head spun, but I gritted my teeth and stepped into Tae Hwa Bo.

Krraaagh! Disappear! I said disappear!

Garon shrieked and unleashed a barrage of Woo Chung Sword techniques. Though it appeared reckless, the blade still carried formidable aura, and the trajectory remained precise.

That’s exactly why.

There was a way to evade.

The six resonating rings perfectly pierced through the subtleties of the Woo Chung Sword.

Boom!

I bent my knees to evade the blade curving up like a claw, then stepped into Tae Hwa I Bo. My vision narrowed as I saw Garon’s face contort in shock. With the Ring of Swift Movement wrapped around my wrist, I extended my flame aura.

Blaze!

Spring brushed past, and as summer drew near, crimson petals bloomed in that fleeting instant, embroidering the empty air. Fragments of flame scattered brilliantly, spinning with a sharp edge as they entwined around Garon’s entire body.

“Ugh!”

Garon attempted to detonate the gathered aura he’d accumulated, but it was already too late. The scarlet petals had already reached his very threshold.

“Wait, hold on!”
“There’s no waiting in a fight.”

Simultaneously with my laughter, the flame spirit petals that had reached Garon detonated in unison.

“Gaaaahhhhh!”

Enveloped in the inferno’s tempest, Garon screamed and fell to his knees.

“Cough!”

I coughed up blood once more. Clenching my fists tightly, I endured the searing pain that felt like something was tearing through my insides.

“How… how is this possible…?”

Garon barely managed to extinguish the flames of the Perfect Circle Technique with the aura he’d desperately conjured, his lips trembling violently.

“How can you fight in that condition!”

His eyes were glazed over as if his soul had departed. He seemed to think it made no sense that he, who had far more severe internal injuries, could still move.

“Because you’ve never fought against a true master.”

I wiped the blood trickling from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand and smiled.

“You’ve only ever tried to run away, haven’t you?”

Garon had always unleashed overwhelming offensives when he held the advantage, yet retreated whenever he faced incomprehensible or unfavorable circumstances. His fatal flaw was fear—a problem born from never having fought for his life against a stronger opponent.

“One can reach a high realm through solitary training alone, or by defeating the weak. But one can never become truly strong that way.”
“I…”
“If you only want to fight battles you can win, go lock yourself in Jinmu Hall and play with your subordinates!”

I struck Garon’s jaw with my clenched fist.

A sickening crack echoed through the arena.

Garon’s body, unable to mount any proper defense, tumbled across the ground.

“Guh… agh…”

I advanced toward Garon while manipulating the ring of fire.

“You didn’t anticipate ending up rolling on the ground like this, did you? That’s what makes the world so entertaining.”
“Ugh…”

Garon’s jaw hung slack, unable to close his mouth. Blood dripped from where his front teeth had been, and he could only continue retreating.

“S-stop! I concede… hck!”

I silenced him by pressing my sword hilt against his mouth.

“Like brother, like sister—you both pull the same tricks.”
“Ghhk…”
“You made my people suffer for three months. You’ll answer for that.”

I struck his jaw from the opposite side, ensuring he couldn’t speak.

Another sickening crack.

Garon was driven to the edge of the Sparring Arena.

“It wasn’t him who beat us—it was the Unit Master.”
“We really got pummeled. At this point, I can’t even remember why.”
“We got stronger, but it feels like we lost something.”
“Is this right?”

I ignored the questioning voices coming from the Gwangpung Unit’s side.

“Ghhhhk!”

Garon’s mouth filled with blood, rendering him speechless. He stretched his hand toward the ground to signal his surrender and withdrawal from the match.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I seized Garon’s ankle and hurled him across the platform.

“Cough—hack!”
“We’ve only just begun. I can’t end it here.”

I smiled as I watched Garon coughing up blood.

“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you.”

I raised my clenched fist and laughed coldly.

-That’s right! You must win the fight you’ve walked into, and crush them so thoroughly they never dare challenge you again. Finally, you’re showing some sense.

Wrath nodded with a sinister grin.

-Want to try being a Demon King candidate?
‘Tch!’

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From the moment I began pummeling Garon with my fists, a heavy silence descended over the entire Grand Training Grounds.

Boom!

Only after Garon, battered like a punching bag, crashed unconscious into the ground did the spectators begin to open their mouths one by one.

“Hah…”
“H-he won. Raon won!”
“For Garon to lose so miserably…”
“I-is this really happening?”

Most of the spectators, who had been predicting Raon’s defeat and Garon’s victory until moments ago, stood with their mouths agape in disbelief.

“Has an Expert ever defeated a Master in history?”
“Right there. Three months ago, no less.”
“Then… does that mean defeating the 7th Apostle was real?”
“It’s the truth.”
“A seventeen-year-old Expert who brought down two Masters.”
“Once is coincidence, but twice is skill.”
“This will be remembered in Zigheart history. No—in Continent history.”

The spectators filling the Grand Training Grounds stared only at Raon, swallowing hard.

“I’m the real winner for witnessing this duel firsthand! Taking that vacation was the right call!”
“Right? I lost a fortune, but I can’t even regret it.”
“Me too! I wagered my entire monthly stipend, and all I can do is laugh.”
“That’s the laughter of someone crying inside, isn’t it?”
“He’s truly stirring up a whirlwind.”

Upsets have always excited humanity. Despite their losses, the spectators smiled and applauded Raon.
Like warriors who pursued strength, they rejoiced that the greatest genius in their family’s history had emerged.

“Woooooah!”
“Raon! Raon! Raon!”
“Gwangpung Unit! Gwangpung Unit!”
“We look forward to your future!”

Many swordsmen in the Grand Training Grounds erupted in cheers toward Raon and the Gwangpung Unit.

Yet there were those whose reactions stood in stark contrast.

“Tsk.”
“That fool….”
“Should have finished it this time.”
“Pierced by such sloppy swordplay—the title of Master is wasted on them.”

The Main Lineage and the Branch Families who followed them could not accept this reversal, grinding their teeth. In their cold, furious eyes, Raon stood unflinching.

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Crunch!

The armrest of the jade throne that Glen gripped crumpled like scrap metal. The force that had unconsciously poured from him had crushed the handle as if it were paper.
A distinct tremor rippled through those crimson eyes that always seemed devoid of emotion and boredom.

“Hah!”

Glen released a sharp breath as he pulled his back away from the jade throne.

‘To grasp the true essence of Taewhabo so quickly….’

Taewhabo was no mere footwork technique—it was a supreme martial art that amplified the properties of swordsmanship by treading upon its patterns.

He had believed it would take Raon at least a year to comprehend it, yet it had been accomplished in less than four months. Having taught him directly, Glen couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh at the absurdity.

‘It’s not just Taewhabo, though. This is….’

The very nature of humanity. Raon’s character—one that advances rather than retreats before crisis—had forged this result. A seventeen-year-old swordsman who does not cower before overwhelming strength but presses forward; no one would believe it without witnessing it firsthand.

“Well, I’ll be.”

Glen’s sharp gaze softened. The fact that this courageous boy was his grandson filled him with genuine joy.

“…He truly refuses to move as expected.”

The Heavenly Sword Master’s voice trembled faintly. Though she had observed him for a long time, it had been ages since her voice had wavered with such bewilderment.

“A child like this is unprecedented.”
“Indeed.”

Glen nodded, unaware that a smile had spread across his own face.

“Even my predictions have been shattered.”

To him, Raon was an utterly unpredictable force of chaos. Though naturally, in the most delightful sense.

“Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve seen the Patriarch smile while looking at his grandson.”
“Hmph!”

Glen quickly raised his hand to forcibly suppress the corners of his mouth that had begun to rise.

“When I saw him three months ago, it wasn’t nearly this pronounced. I’m not sure what happened.”

Sheryl narrowed her already-thin eyes even further.

“I’m surprised too. I thought it would take a year to harmonize Taewhwa’s technique with swordsmanship.”

Glen nodded. Acknowledging Raon’s talent, he had expected a year, but he never imagined it would be accomplished in merely three months.

“While nurturing the children as well.”

Raon hadn’t grown stronger alone—he had elevated the skills of the Gwangpung Unit swordsmen while simultaneously achieving tremendous personal growth. It was an accomplishment that words like “remarkable” could scarcely capture.

“Garon hasn’t let his guard down since being struck by Raon’s fist for the first time.”

Sheryl watched Raon, who had rendered Garon unconscious, and smacked her lips appreciatively.

“An Expert who defeated the Master in a direct confrontation—history is truly being rewritten.”
“Indeed.”

Glen’s lips curved upward once more. Until now, many had doubted the claim that Raon had defeated the 7th Apostle, but after this duel, such skepticism would vanish entirely. Glen felt a surge of pride in Raon, who had left no room for objection.

“Now I understand why that fellow kept going on about Raon, Raon all the time.”
“I hit the jackpot! I’m rich now!”

Sheryl pointed toward the Gwangpung Unit, where Rimer was shouting with both hands raised in the air.

“I’m loaded! Everyone, bow down to me!”

He was causing a commotion while clutching gambling slips tightly in his hand.

“Ahem, despite appearances, that one has an eye for accuracy.”

Glen cleared his throat and leaned back against the jade throne.

“I cannot speak to whether he possesses the vessel of a king, but his talent is certainly extraordinary. What impressed me most was his unwavering resolve—he never retreated.”

A glimmer of genuine approval flickered in Sheryl’s eyes. She seemed to be beginning to recognize Raon’s worth.

“That boy will grow far stronger still.”
“He shattered the wall. There’s no other path for him now.”
“D-did you say he shattered the wall just now?”
“Yes. Raon didn’t merely cross the boundary between Expert and Master—he broke through it entirely.”
“But he still hasn’t….”
“That’s right. He isn’t a Master yet.”

Glen nodded slowly.

“Typically, when a warrior ascends from Expert to Master, they do so while in a state of enlightenment. The martial knowledge accumulated over long years transforms into understanding, and they naturally transcend the wall.”
“Indeed.”

Sheryl nodded in agreement. The first time she had entered enlightenment was the very moment she became a Master.

“But that boy is different.”

Glen gestured toward Raon, who still gazed upward into the void.

“During this match, he organized and systematized the martial knowledge he had accumulated, then shattered the wall itself. He understands precisely what he has done and what realm he has reached.”
“Then in the future….”
“Even after becoming a Master, he will continue ascending without stagnation.”

Most warriors experience a decline in power the moment they awaken as Masters, their strength diminishing as they emerge from enlightenment. Through extensive training and meditation, they gradually recover the power they wielded in that awakened state. But Raon would have no such stagnation.

“Innate talent… no, talent combined with effort and fortune as well.”
“Such warriors are exceedingly rare.”

Glen rested his chin on his hand, a faint smile crossing his face.

“With just one small catalyst, he will be able to reach beyond the shattered wall.”
“Then what if we place him in the Chamber of Self? He could advance past initiate rank and reach lower Master tier.”

Sheryl proposed a method for Raon to grow stronger.

“The Chamber of Self can only be entered once in a lifetime. It would be wasteful to use it now.”

Glen shook his head slowly.

“How far do you think that boy can climb?”
“That is….”

Sheryl narrowed her eyes. At seventeen with that level of power, her future was honestly unpredictable. It felt like gazing at a mountain shrouded in mist, unable to see its peak.

“I cannot say for certain. However, I believe he will surpass my position before I reach forty.”
“Without a plateau, it won’t even take that long.”
“Hmm….”

She nodded. She wanted to object, but as she observed how absurdly accurate his words were, she found herself agreeing.

“Now we must settle our accounts as well.”

Glen raised his hand lightly.

“Settle our accounts?”
“Did we not wager on the outcome of this match?”
“Ah!”

Sheryl swallowed hard. She had made a bet with Glen on who would win this match. Just as Geum Cheomdan had lost, she too had suffered a complete defeat.

“Then state what I desire.”

Glen gazed at Raon, who had cast Garon aside, and slowly opened his mouth.

“That boy….”

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“M-Match concluded! The Gwangpung Unit claims victory in the team battle with a score of 35 to 0!”

With the Announcer’s trembling voice, the long yet brief match came to an end.

“Uwaaaaaa!”
“Finally, it’s over!”
“We don’t have to fight anymore! We don’t have to!”
“No more facing that demon!”
“Thank goodness!”

The Gwangpung Order wiped tears from their eyes with their sleeves, shouting that they no longer had to fight. They were far more delighted about not having to spar with me than about defeating Geumcheom-dan.

But the most jubilant person was not among them.

“I’m rich!”

Rimer’s hands trembled as he clutched the gambling slip.

“Hehehehe! I’m rich now!”

He was the only one who had wagered on the Gwangpung Order’s victory, so the odds were beyond imagination. His eyes blazed with madness, burning with fervent intensity.

“Ugh. How am I supposed to handle this….”

The Announcer, unable to control the rampaging Gwangpung Order, turned his gaze toward me.

“Everyone, quiet.”
“Hup!”
“Mm.”

At my single word, every member of the Gwangpung Order fell silent. The amusing part was that even Rimer had quieted down.

“C-Congratulations on your victory. Now it is your turn to declare the victory conditions to Geumcheom-dan.”

The Announcer was now using the highest level of respect when addressing me.

“Understood.”

I stepped to the center of the Sparring Arena and looked up at the Platform.

“What our Gwangpung Order desires from Geumcheom-dan is….”

As I paused, every eye in the Grand Training Grounds fixed upon me. Admiration, pride, astonishment, hatred, jealousy—I savored the myriad emotions reflected in their gazes and continued speaking.

“The dissolution of Geumcheom-dan.”

As those words left my lips, silence descended upon the Grand Training Grounds once more.

“W-what did you just….”
“Dissolution? Truly?”
“I heard it too. He said dissolution….”
“I-isn’t this openly challenging Jinmu Hall?”
“Good heavens….”

Everyone present widened their eyes, unable to believe I would actually dissolve Geumcheom-dan.

“Raon Zigheart!”

Valdemar, the Master of Jinmu Hall who had remained silent until now, rose from his seat, shattering the chair beneath him. A ferocious aura far exceeding Garon’s descended upon me, crushing my entire body.

“Did you just say you would dissolve Geumcheom-dan?”
“That is what I said.”
“Are you in your right mind! How could you speak such madness without losing your sanity!”
“There’s nothing wrong with saying it.”

Blood trickled from my lips. The internal injuries I had suppressed resurfaced under Valdemar’s terrifying momentum. The pain was severe, but I endured it by biting the inside of my cheek.

“The Master of Geumcheom-dan said he would accept any demand we made. Therefore, there is no reason why dissolution should be impossible.”
“Regardless, the dissolution of a unit is not something someone like you….”
“It is possible.”

A low voice cut off Valdemar’s words, coming from the highest platform. The Heavenly Sword Master, Sheryl. She nodded, looking between Valdemar and me.

“As the arbitrator, I declare it. The dissolution of Geumcheom-dan is a sufficiently valid demand.”
“Heavenly Sword Master!”
“Why do you call? Master of Jinmu Hall?”
“This is unreasonable! Who would think of dissolving a unit over such a trivial wager!”
“Isn’t he right there? The one who thought of it.”

Sheryl calmly raised her hand, pointing toward me.

“Geumcheom-dan initiated the sparring match first, and Geumcheom-dan also set the conditions freely. So what exactly is the problem?”
“The establishment and dissolution of a Unit cannot occur without the Patriarch’s permission….”
“The Patriarch has already granted permission for this.”

She glanced briefly at Glen standing behind her, then nodded.

“Master of Jinmu Hall. If you had issues with the conditions, you should have changed them before we started. Complaining now that it’s all over only reveals your pettiness.”
“Heavenly Sword Master….”

Valdemar’s immense aura swept toward the Heavenly Sword Master, but she simply smiled with amusement and kept her arms crossed.

“You seem quite dissatisfied. Then why didn’t you win?”

Raon stepped between the two with a smile. Today belonged to the Gwangpung Unit. I couldn’t let anyone else steal the spotlight.

“You. Because of you….”
“Not because of me. Because of your sons, Master. I simply accepted the sparring match that came my way.”

I tapped my sword sheath lightly as I continued.

“Perhaps you should teach them manners and how to read people before teaching them swordplay.”
“Are you saying you’ll see this through to the end?”
“That’s why I’m standing here.”
“Haaah….”
“However.”

Valdemar’s eyes blazed crimson. Just as he was about to explode, Raon raised a finger.

“Dissolution alone seems too harsh. So I’ll offer you another option.”
“Another option?”
“Yes. Going forward, eighty percent of all income and compensation that Geumcheom-dan earns will be transferred to the Gwangpung Unit for four years.”
“Eighty… eighty percent of income….”
“Compared to dissolution, it’s quite a reasonable condition.”
“Four years is too much!”
“Geumcheom-dan tried to suspend our activities for three years, so I simply added one more year.”
“Grrgh….”

Since Geumcheom-dan had started this, Valdemar couldn’t respond and bit his lip.

“Isn’t that something we absolutely have to accept?”
“It’s far better than dissolution. If the Unit gets disbanded after suffering this humiliation, it’ll take a decade to rebuild it.”
“Right. It’s long and substantial, but it’s better than dissolution.”
“Still, it gives us room to breathe. There’s mercy in it.”

The spectators nodded, saying it was absolutely something they had to accept.

Raon smiled faintly as he listened to the reactions around him.

‘It had to be this way.’

Four years at eighty percent was practically a slave contract, but since I’d mentioned dissolution first, the current terms sounded generous by comparison, and everyone thought they were reasonable.

“You have no intention of changing the duration or the percentage?”
“I do not. If you dislike it, you can choose dissolution instead.”
“Ri, Rimer!”

When I shook my head firmly, Valdemar turned his gaze toward Rimer.

“Will you continue like this to the end! It’s you who will suffer from falling out with us!”
“Hmm, well, that’s true, but….”

Rimer smacked his lips as if troubled.

“Half of the money that Geumcheom-dan brings will be used as the Unit’s public funds, and the other half will be divided among all the members….”
“Raon! Not four years—ten years! And let’s just take one hundred percent of everything! Why should we show mercy?”

The moment he mentioned dividing the money, Wrath didn’t even glance at Valdemar—instead, he glared at me with eyes demanding I raise the percentage. What terrified me was that he was completely serious.

“You heard him?”

I approached Valdemar with confident strides.

“Ugh….”
“Now choose. Will you dissolve the Unit, or will you pay the money?”

I raised two fingers and smiled.

I needed to make it perfectly clear.

Me. No—the Gwangpung Unit. They’ll be utterly ruined if they dare lay a finger on us.

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