The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 271

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Chapter 271

Boom!

Gelmir couldn’t withstand the Flame Dragon Technique at its heightened level and crashed into the wall.

“Gasp! Gasp!”

He barely extinguished the Flame Dragon Technique spreading like hellfire before exhaling ragged, desperate breaths.

“You… what are you! What kind of person are you!”

Gelmir cried out in shock. His trembling lips laid bare his astonishment.

“How can you replicate the Wind Sage Sword Technique!”

Raon lowered the Celestial Sword and stepped forward toward Gelmir.

“I haven’t skipped a single day of fundamental training since the moment I first picked up a sword.”

Fundamental swordplay consisted of horizontal slashes, vertical slashes, diagonal slashes, and thrusts. Most swordsmen neglected the basics once they mastered proper techniques, but I had trained the fundamentals every single day.

“I was confident in my thrusts, but watching your sword technique opened my eyes. I was genuinely amazed that a single thrust could unfold into such diverse and powerful techniques. However…”

I glared at Gelmir and gritted my teeth.

“What was that pathetic swordplay at the end?”

During our final clash, Gelmir had created over a hundred strands of energy with a single thrust, targeting my vital points.

It was swordplay so exquisite it made my jaw drop—but it was nothing but an empty shell.

Gelmir’s true gambit was crude brute force hidden behind the Windstorm Sword Technique.

“Your pathetic display has killed my interest.”

It had been an opportunity to ascend further.

The Myriad Flame Crimson Dragon Thrust—a piercing technique I’d wielded since the tenth stage—was on the verge of evolving to the next level. But that damned fool’s despicable trick had shattered the momentum. Frustration churned inside me like boiling water.

“This is absolutely unforgivable.”

My crimson eyes blazed with a chilling killing intent.

-Huh…?

Wrath tilted his head in bewilderment.

-So… you’re angry because your opponent didn’t swing his sword the way you wanted?

It was absurd. Setting aside whatever mistake that fool Gelmir had made, I was clearly insane for being furious that my opponent hadn’t used the swordplay I desired.

-This guy’s absolutely insane!

I had lived for countless ages and witnessed many humans, but never one so thoroughly unhinged.

-How in the world did such a Monster come to be?

Perhaps upbringing truly was everything?

At first, I had thought him a composed, collected, and patient child. Now he had simply become a raving lunatic.

It seemed he had been simultaneously influenced by that ear-obsessed fool, the clumsy woman, and the old patriarch. The combination was catastrophic.

-Even among demons, I’ve never encountered anything like this….

Wrath resolved once more that for the prosperity of the demon race itself, he would have to drag this madman back to the Demon Realm.

“S-shut up!”

Gelmir Zigheart rose to his feet, unleashing a murderous aura so vicious it seemed to tear the air itself.

“Do you think I’m finished?!”

He drew his blade with fury coursing through him. The explosive energy of the Demonic Sword surged violently across the steel.

“Futile.”

I stepped into the Taewhayibo stance. The Jechen Sword advanced like a beam of light, and the incantation of the Gwang-a Sword unfolded across its blade.

Crash!

The silver-white blade howled ferociously, shattering Gelmir’s sword strike in an instant before embedding itself in his waist.

“Ugh!”

Gelmir staggered backward, clutching his waist.

“What… what…?”

His lips trembled as he struggled to comprehend how the Demonic Sword had shattered from what appeared to be a simple slash.

Boom!

I stomped the ground, giving him no time to breathe.

“Get… away!”

Gelmir desperately thrust his sword forward. It was a Windstrike technique thrust that maximized penetration and explosive force, but it was meaningless now.

Clang!

I charged toward his left side and drew the Frost Chain. The Jechen Sword, imbued with the mystery of ultimate speed, deflected his blade, and the silver trajectory of frost carved across Gelmir’s upper body.

Crunch!

Gelmir’s uniform split open, and blood erupted from his chest.

Gasp!

He stumbled backward, his jaw trembling. The terror of being overwhelmed in raw power drained the color from his face.

“Th-this is insane. How can a Master-level lower rank….”

“I told you. Once a fight starts, such things don’t matter.”

Raon tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing.

“Come properly. Next time, your head might fly off.”

“You’d kill me? Here in the Central Intelligence Agency?”

“What reason would stop me?”

Gelmir had been targeting my neck and heart from the moment the battle began. Since he showed killing intent first, there was no reason to hold back.

Crack.

Gelmir gripped his sword tightly. He had drawn upon enough power to cause internal injuries, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Rumble!

The immense aura radiating from him shook the underground chamber as if it might collapse. Debris from walls and ceiling drifted suspended in the air like flotsam.

“Never, never! This isn’t over!”

Gelmir Zigheart roared and stomped the ground. Like a fierce tiger, he rushed forward and thrust three swords simultaneously.

Screeeech!

A single sword strike multiplied into hundreds, engulfing my entire field of vision. It was as if a torrential downpour of energy-forged rain was pouring down.

Whoooosh!

This swordplay was different from before—this time it was genuine. A flawless thrust with no space to evade dominated the entire space.

“It’s too late now.”

I released a cold voice and assumed an upper stance. Like ink flowing across white paper, I drew down the crimson light blooming along my blade.

Myriad Flower Palace White Flower.

Red Flash.

A radiance containing sunlight melted away the rain of energy and twisted space itself.

Riiiiip!

Between the torn wind-blade sword marks, Gelmir Zigheart appeared with his right arm severed. Shock and terror flowed from his distorted green eyes.

“Krraaaaaahhh!”

A scream torn from the depths of agony pierced the night as Gelmir’s right arm fell to the ground with a dull thud.

“Ugh! My… my arm…!”

“Consider yourself fortunate.”

I approached Gelmir with eyes as cold and merciless as winter frost.

“I could have killed you.”

Since this matter involved the House and the Main Lineage, the final reckoning had to take place in the Patriarch’s Hall. Regrettably, I couldn’t end his life here.

“Ah, Father won’t spare you! Never…!”

“Playing the daddy card now?”

I let out a cold chuckle, looking down at Gelmir with contempt.

“You’re so pathetic I don’t even know what to say. You need more punishment.”

“W-wait!”

“Keep your mouth shut unless you want your tongue severed.”

“I… I was just… hack!”

I channeled my strength to its absolute limit and drove my fist into Gelmir’s jaw with devastating force.

Crunch!

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The moment Terond, commander of the Family Law Enforcement’s Second Division, heard that the Gwangpung Unit was striking the Central Intelligence Agency for forced enforcement, he immediately mobilized every operative remaining in the Family Law Enforcement.

‘The Gwangpung Unit is in danger!’

The Jeonmadan was formidable. The Gwangpung Unit, which had only just begun to fulfill its role as an enforcement agency, was not something they could face through willpower alone.

Especially Gelmir—despite his gentle appearance, he was ruthlessly calculating. Even with Raon present, there was a possibility of casualties.

‘The… the gate is destroyed…’

The moment I saw the shattered main gate of the Central Intelligence Agency, anxiety swelled within me like an inflating balloon.

‘Please, let no one be dead.’

Praying that there would be no casualties, I crossed the threshold and stepped inside the Central Intelligence Agency.

“Everyone, cease combat! From this moment forward, the Family Law Enforcement will—huh?”

Terond’s mouth fell agape as he shouted to stop the fighting.

‘What… what is this…?’

The battle was already over. It was something I’d anticipated to some degree, but the outcome far exceeded my imagination.

‘Why is the Gwangpung Unit standing while the Jeonmadan is lying down?’

The Jeonmadan, dressed in green robes, lay sprawled on the ground with their mouths agape, while the Gwangpung Unit, clad in black, stood exhausted but upright on their feet.

‘Am I… dreaming?’

The Jeonmadan were veteran swordsmen who had completed countless missions under Gelmir Zigheart’s command. I couldn’t believe they had lost to the Gwangpung Unit, which had only just begun its operations.

“What… what happened?”

“The Gwangpung Unit won?”

“Unbelievable…”

“How is this possible?”

The other Family Law Enforcement inspectors swallowed hard, equally unable to comprehend the situation.

“Hah…”

Terond exhaled deeply to collect himself and surveyed his surroundings.

‘Raon and Gelmir Zigheart are gone!’

Neither Raon nor Gelmir Zigheart—the commanders of the Gwangpung Unit and Jeonmadan, and the most crucial figures in this affair—were anywhere to be seen.

If one of them fell, the consequences would be catastrophic, and my heart thundered against my ribs.

“Dogyae!”

Terond rushed toward Dogyae, who was kneeling with Gomen beside him.

“Where is Raon Zigheart?”

“Below us.”

He pointed downward with his finger. When I drew upon my senses, a faint thumping sound reverberated from beneath the floor.

“D-Don’t tell me he’s fighting Gelmir Zigheart….”

“That’s right. They’re probably having quite the battle down there.”

“Then why are you just sitting here! We need to stop them!”

“Stop them? Stop whom?”

“Gelmir, obviously! He might kill Raon!”

“Kahahaha!”

Dogyae clutched his forehead and burst into laughter that seemed wildly inappropriate for the situation.

“D-Dogyae?”

“Gelmir killing that monster? Even the head of the Family Law Enforcement has a knack for comedy.”

“Huh?”

“If anything, the opposite would happen. Such a thing will not occur.”

“Sigh.”

Terond exhaled deeply and shook his head. He was the same way back at the Elder Council—truly a man who couldn’t be reasoned with.

“I’ll go search for those two people. Team 2 will clean up this place….”

“There’s no need to go.”

Dogyae waved his hand leisurely. He pointed at the ground once more, a smirk playing across his face.

“They’ll come out soon.”

“This is no time for jokes! If even one person dies, all hell will break loose….”

It was the moment Terond ignored Dogyae and tried to enter Hyunjingak.

Boom!

The entire Central Intelligence Agency trembled, a massive crater erupted from the ground Dogyae had indicated, and a figure shot upward like a geyser.

“That, that is—!”

The commander of the Jeonmadan?

It was Gelmir. With his right arm severed, he soared through the air with his eyes rolled back.

‘Why is he there?’

My mind went blank at the incomprehensible situation. It felt as though rust had accumulated in my brain.

“No, this isn’t right!”

This wasn’t the time to dwell on such things. If Gelmir fell like that, he would die instantly.

Boom!

Just as I rushed toward him, another figure erupted from the hole in the floor and caught the falling Gelmir.

Golden hair and crimson eyes. It was Raon Zigheart, the one who had fought Gelmir.

“Kid. You’re slow.”

Dogyae snorted at the sight of Raon holding Gelmir.

“My apologies.”

Raon set Gelmir down on the ground and offered a faint smile.

“There was something I needed to learn.”

“Learn? You’re giving me a fright again.”

Dogyae muttered that he was a tiresome fellow and furrowed his brow.

“Hah….”

Terond still couldn’t accept the situation, his mouth hanging open in a daze.

‘What… what’s happening here?’

Raon and Gelmir had clearly fought, yet the lower-ranked Raon stood unscathed while the mid-ranked Gelmir lay unconscious with his arm severed.

“So this means….”

The answer was simple in truth, but his mind refused to accept it.

‘Raon defeated Gelmir?’

Was that even possible?

The higher one’s mastery, the wider the gap between ranks—as vast as heaven and earth.

Even if Raon’s realm was at the higher end of Master Lower-rank and Gelmir was precisely at Mid-rank, the disparity should have been insurmountable, yet somehow this outcome had come to pass.

“Ah, you’ve come from the Family Law Enforcement, I see.”

As Terond forced his sluggish mind to work, Raon approached first.

“I’m Terond, Captain of the Family Law Enforcement’s Second Unit.”

Terond straightened his posture and introduced himself.

‘I cannot afford to lose my composure any further.’

So many astonishing revelations had shaken me, but it was time to regain my composure. I resolved not to be surprised by anything that came next.

“I heard that forced execution was being carried out against Burren Zigheart, who was hiding within the Central Intelligence Agency. What is the current situation? If you don’t provide a proper explanation, I may have no choice but to forfeit my life.”

Terond shot Raon a cold, piercing glare.

“Gelmir and the Jeonmadan kidnapped Burren and imprisoned him below. They attempted to brainwash and control him.”

“Pardon?”

“The purpose of the brainwashing was to kill me, or so I’m told.”

I smiled with ease, as though discussing someone else’s affairs entirely.

“I… what?”

Terond’s jaw dropped open. His resolve not to be surprised any further had crumbled in mere seconds.

“Is… is that truly the case?”

“You can verify it by checking the Secret Chamber below.”

I pointed toward the opening in the floor. Kneeling down to examine it, Terond could see multiple layers of walls constructed from an unusual material.

“And here comes the person in question.”

I pointed toward Hyunjingak behind me. Footsteps echoed softly as Burren emerged, his clothes torn and his face gaunt with wounds. He dragged one of the Jeonmadan Unit’s squad leaders along with him.

“Hah….”

He really did kidnap him?

I couldn’t speak to brainwashing, but judging by his condition, the kidnapping was certainly real. To abduct one’s own brother from within the Central Intelligence Agency itself—it was an absurd, insane act.

“Let me… take a moment to gather my thoughts.”

Terond slapped his own cheeks repeatedly and closed his eyes.

I let out a quiet chuckle watching him.

‘He must be reeling.’

He’d come believing the Gwangpung Unit was attacking the Central Intelligence Agency, only to discover the truth was far darker—a major conspiracy to kidnap and brainwash his own brother. His reaction was understandable.

‘Now then….’

I let him sort through his thoughts and turned to watch Burren approaching from behind.

“Didn’t I tell you to trust me?”

Burren let out a dry chuckle and raised his fist. The satisfied expression on his face suggested he had gained something valuable from his battle with Ollan. My faith in him had been vindicated.

“Well done. You’ve earned your rest….”

“Waaaaaahhhhh!”

“It’s Burren!”

“Burren has returned!”

“Burren! Burren! Burren!”

The moment I nodded my approval, the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Unit erupted in cheers at the sight of Burren.

“You guys… you guys….”

Burren covered his mouth, visibly moved by their reception.

“Yaaaaaahhhhh!”

“Burren! We’ve missed you so much!”

“Burren! Burren! Burren!”

Mere chanting was not enough for the Gwangpung Unit—they rushed forward with practiced footwork and hoisted Burren onto their shoulders in celebration.

“Thank you. Thank you all so much. I’m sorry for worrying you….”

Burren’s eyes glistened with tears. His own brother had tried to kidnap and brainwash him, yet his comrades had risked their lives to save him—his emotion was entirely justified.

“Where did I put it… Ah! Here it is!”

Dorian pulled out a large palanquin from his spatial pouch and hoisted Burren onto it. The members of the Gwangpung Unit each grabbed a pole of the palanquin and lifted him high into the air.

“Burren! Burren! Burren!”

The Gwangpung Unit continued chanting his name as they carried him toward the main gate of the Central Intelligence Agency.

“Uh…”

“Th-this…”

The Family Law Enforcement inspectors stood frozen, too bewildered to intervene in such an absurd spectacle.

“That’s enough. I understand your hearts now.”

Burren wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and nodded deeply. His gaze shone with genuine emotion.

“From now on, I will live for the Gwangpung Unit. I will devote everything to you all…”

“Burren! Burren! Burren!”

Despite his declaration, the palanquin did not stop. It carried him straight out of the Central Intelligence Agency and toward the right, in the direction of Bekmang Mountain.

“Hey, you guys? This isn’t the way to headquarters! Why are you heading toward the mountain…?”

“Burren! Burren! Burren!”

“Grrr! Training!”

“Roar! Training!”

The eyes of the Gwangpung Unit swordsmen gazing toward Bekmang Mountain gradually turned crimson. The madness that had been unleashed upon the Jeonmadan was awakening once more.

“H-hey, training? What? Why are your eyes like that! They’re red! Stop!”

“Grrrrr!”

“P-put me down! You bastards!”

Burren finally realized something was amiss and tried to descend, but the swordsmen gripping the palanquin pressed their bodies forward, leaving him no space to escape.

I watched the Gwangpung Unit and Burren with satisfaction and nodded approvingly.

“Yes. That’s exactly what I wanted.”

-What do you mean “exactly”! You lunatic!

Wrath’s lips trembled as he watched Burren panic.

-That fool was confined for a week, then released and fought a battle! At this rate, he’ll actually die!

‘People don’t die that easily.’

I waved my hand dismissively.

-Ugh…

Wrath clutched his forehead and exhaled a heavy sigh. There was no reasoning with them. It seemed everyone’s minds in this place were turned upside down.

You’ve all gone mad! Every last one of you has lost your minds!

Here was a Demon Lord expressing concern for humans, while those very humans responded by revealing their malice—a scene of pure chaos.

‘Could this place actually be the Demon Realm instead?’

And the world I came from be the human realm.

Wrath scratched his chin, seriously contemplating his own identity.

“Everyone, stop!”

Just as the Gwangpung Unit was truly about to take Burren up Bekmang Mountain, Terond cried out, infusing his voice with aura.

“This matter has exceeded my authority to decide. We must all proceed to the Patriarch’s Hall!”

He bit his lip, as if resigned to having no other choice.

Raon smiled knowingly and nodded his head.

“Of course.”

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