The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 321

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Chapter 321

“Finally, we’re making progress.”

King Lecross smiled as he covered the thick stack of documents. His complexion brightened as the stalled meeting drew to a close.

“The mana network for exchanging information between the White Blood Cult and Eden will be handled by the Magic Tower, which didn’t participate in this meeting.”
“Those lazy mages from the Magic Tower are going to handle such tedious work?”

Chamber’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes. Since the Tower Master couldn’t participate this time, he said he would take on that responsibility.”
“Now that you mention it, why didn’t those guys come in the first place?

She tilted her head and looked at King Lecross.

“Why are you only asking that now, after all this time?”

Ogram let out a hollow laugh as he looked at Chamber.

“I wasn’t interested in anything else. I came here to see that old man.”

Chamber pointed at Glen Zigheart and smiled knowingly.

“I came to see how much stronger he’s gotten, and he certainly didn’t disappoint.”

She wet her red lips with her tongue.

“So why didn’t the Magic Tower people come?”
“They are….”
“Hmm?”

Just as King Lecross was about to answer, Glen Zigheart, who had been silently examining documents, suddenly turned toward the window with his eyes wide open.

“Head of House?”
“What is the matter?”
“Oh no!”

Sheryl and Roen were about to tilt their heads in confusion at Glen when Derus, Chamber, Ogram, and King Lecross all turned their gazes in the same direction as Glen.

“Damn vermin!”

Glen shattered the conference hall window and bolted outside. The other heads of the Six Emperors hurriedly followed in his wake.

Whoooosh!

They watched as light and darkness plummeted toward the distant Sparring Arena, their expressions twisting into grimaces.

“Light and darkness! Is it Tacheon!”
“The distance is too great. At this rate, we’ll be too late!”

Ogram gritted his teeth, and King Lecross clenched his lips.

“Coordinate interference is active. We can’t teleport.”

Chamber finished her calculations and furrowed her brow.

“We’ll have to intercept from here.”

As she aimed her staff at the falling light and darkness, Glen raised his hand to block her path.

“Sir?”
“Wait.”

Glen watched the descending light and darkness with cold eyes. Before even a single breath could pass, a blonde swordsman with hair the color of sunset leaped up between the light and darkness.

“That’s the old man’s grandson!”

Ogram’s eyes narrowed as he watched Raon soar toward Tacheon’s mana.

“Has he lost his mind! How could that brat possibly erase Tacheon’s magic!”
“I disagree as well. It’s still too much for him.”
“In my opinion, we should deal with it first and ask questions later.”

Chamber and King Lecross shook their heads in agreement that this was wrong. Derus watched Raon without saying a word.

“Raon observed Tacheon’s power from behind me.”

Glen lowered his hand gently, as if to reassure them. A faint smile played across his lips as he watched Raon ascend, his gaze fixed upon the young warrior.

“He is no child who moves without thought.”

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“Tch!”

I bit down hard on my lip. Even with the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword unleashing their full power, channeling light and darkness, I was being pushed back.

Though the mana was not particularly vast, the impact struck like a fist hammering against an enormous block of metal, and my grip trembled. The rebound force was absolute.

‘I cannot allow this to continue.’

To proceed according to plan, I needed to disperse more than half of the intertwined light and darkness before me, but their power exceeded my expectations far more than anticipated.
If this continued, the chaotic collision of light and darkness would detonate, killing everyone in the Sparring Arena.

‘I had hoped to keep this hidden, but there is no choice.’

I tightened my grip on the Soul Reaper Sword and detonated the power of Manhwagong and Glacia.

‘I entrust this to you.’
Uuuuuuung!

As if answering that plea, a tremendous sword resonance erupted from the Soul Reaper Sword, filling the heavens.

Whoooosh!

I whirled through the air, unleashing both scorching heat and biting cold simultaneously through the Soul Reaper Sword.

The two energies, gushing forth like a fountain, transformed into hundreds of petals dancing along a silvery trajectory.

It was a flower technique wielded by simultaneously commanding the heat of Manhwagong and the chill of Glacia.

‘Tch….’

I gritted my teeth and endured the excruciating pain erupting from my mana circuits, drawing the blade through to its end. Fragments of red and blue aura, caught in the sunset’s glow, filled the sky.

-That won’t be enough.

Wrath scoffed as he watched the Fire Spirit soar toward the light and darkness.

-That half-wit is a mage worthy of the True Demon King’s recognition. No matter how incomplete the chaos remains, you still can’t handle… hm?

Contrary to his boast, the petals of the Fire Spirit began shaving away the light and darkness aura that the monster Tacheon had created.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The light and darkness aura tore away in chunks, as if being carved out by a chisel.

-How… how is this possible….
‘Did you already forget after getting so angry?’

I pointed to the blade of the Soul Reaper Sword. Upon the crimson blade, characters inscribed in golden essence were rising to the surface.

-Magic Repulsion Field!
‘It’s the Magic Essence Vein.’

The Magic Essence Vein was a unique characteristic of the Soul Reaper Sword, obtained after shattering the 4th Apostle’s black blade. By forcing essence into the flow of magic, it suppressed magical activation.

Since Tacheon’s light and darkness magic had already been activated, I couldn’t suppress it, but I could certainly interfere with it like a repulsion field.

‘Still, it’s not quite enough.’

Even though the Fire Spirit had cut away considerable aura, the light and darkness continued approaching each other. Ultimately, they would collide directly.

Crunch!

I crushed the hilt of the Soul Reaper Sword in my grip and clenched my teeth.

‘I need to sever the flow.’

I had to erase not just the light and darkness aura, but also the very nature that compelled them to merge together.

‘To do that.’

I swiftly rotated my wrist and unfurled the Snowwind Sword Technique, elevated to a new realm with the Soul Reaper Sword. The technique’s ultimate move, Silver Gale Absorption, infused with magical vital points, poured forth between light and darkness.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

The energies of light and darkness refused to break easily, as if making one final desperate struggle. I endured the searing pain that felt like my wrist would shatter, driving the blade down with all my might.

Whoooosh!

The Snowwind Sword Technique, which had undergone rapid growth through my battles against Matheus and Borini Kitten, channeled the flow of magical vital points, finally cleaving apart the light and darkness that had been making their last desperate stand.

The two types of magic that Tacheon had unleashed began scattering into the empty air without mixing, but it wasn’t over yet.

I gazed at the light and darkness clinging to the Heavenly Judgment Sword and the Soul Reaper Sword, a cold smile spreading across my face.

‘As I thought.’

When I had watched Glen’s battle with Tacheon before, I noticed something odd—the light and darkness faintly remained on Glen’s blade. My suspicion had been correct.

His energy wasn’t merely powerful; it possessed an adhesive quality that clung to an opponent’s energy, delivering a second impact.

Tacheon had likely created this adhesive property to continue attacking his enemies relentlessly, but now it only worked in my favor.

‘Derus must be watching.’

Transcendents like Glen and Derus would have already grasped the situation and would be observing me. I needed to use this state without raising their suspicions.

I surveyed my surroundings with an urgent expression.

‘I need to show that I have nowhere safe to release this energy.’

This wasn’t an act. The Sparring Arena was packed with people, and releasing this energy in any direction would cause casualties.

‘In other words, there’s only one safe place.’

I smiled coldly and looked downward. The safest place here was the Sparring Arena itself, protected by multiple layers of magic.

“Ugh!”

I bit my lip, feigning pain from the agony radiating through my waist, and twisted my body. With an expression of being unable to control the power in both blades, I drove them downward toward the edge of the Sparring Arena in front of Matio.

“Ugh!”

Matio attempted to defend himself urgently, but it was already too late. Even if he could parry, Tacheon’s aura was not something he could easily withstand.

Crackle!

Between the clashing blades, a minuscule chaos erupted where faint light and darkness collided, engulfing Matio entirely.

Boom!

The six protective barriers surrounding the Sparring Arena were torn asunder, and Matio was hurled violently backward, crashing into the ground. His arms and legs bent backward at unnatural angles, and blood streamed from his eyes and nose.

‘To think I’d witness that arrogant fool sprawled out like this.’

I feigned unsteadiness while observing Matio’s expression. His face, usually frozen in an icy mask of indifference, was now contorted with pain and bewilderment—the sight alone seemed to wash away all the agony coursing through my body.

“Ugh… why…?”

Matio’s eyes fluttered open weakly, his face twisted in agony from the severe impact.

Huff…

I spat out the blood pooling in my mouth and bowed deeply to Matio.

“The area was too crowded to direct it elsewhere. This Sparring Arena with its protective barriers was the safest location, and I believed you would be capable of withstanding it.”

It was no lie. The safest place in this vicinity was indeed the Sparring Arena with its protective magic, and it was true that the judges possessed the greatest martial prowess.

“My apologies.”

I suppressed the urge to laugh and bowed once more.

“That… that’s…”

Matio couldn’t finish his words before his eyes closed. Fortunately, he wasn’t dead—he appeared to have lost consciousness from the severe impact.

“What, what is this?”
“What just happened? Why did the Legend Sword Association fly upward and attack the arbiter?”
“It looks like someone attacked from the sky.”
“I couldn’t see it clearly, but an absurdly powerful force collided.”
“So the Legend Sword Association went up to block that attack? That’s impressive.”

The spectators, unable to fully comprehend what had just transpired, glanced about nervously.

“Someone attacked? But did they really need to block it directly?”
“Protective magic should have stopped anything like that.”
“Right? The arbiter just got shocked and passed out for nothing.”
“Maybe he jumped up because he thought he was going to lose? What a fool….”
“Ugh, even when he saves us, there’s still something to complain about.”

A chilling voice cut through the muttering of spectators who had mocked Raon before the Master match even began.

“If that pretty boy hadn’t stepped in, you would’ve been erased without leaving a single bone fragment.”

Chamber appeared in mid-air above the Spectator Stands.

“No matter what anyone says, that magic came from Tacheon.”
“Tacheon?”
“Tacheon from Eden?”
“Tacheon, you say….”

The spectators’ jaws trembled at Chamber’s revelation that the magic falling from the sky belonged to Tacheon.
They realized they had nearly died and been saved by the narrowest of margins.

Goooooooooo!

A murderous intent blazed forth with such intensity that it seemed capable of tearing hearts asunder with mere eye contact. It was the killing aura Glen unleashed upon the spectators who had mocked Raon.

“Gack!”
“Ahhh….”
“Kwaaack….”

Crushed beneath Glen’s aura, they foamed at the mouth and rolled their eyes back before collapsing unconscious.

“The Legend Sword Association. You’ve certainly earned that epithet well.”

King Lecross smiled softly as he watched Raon stagger but refuse to fall.

“Hmph. The man’s insane. But he’s insane in the right way.”

Even Ogram, who had harbored little fondness for Raon, let out a refreshing laugh as if impressed by him this time.

“….”

Derus Robert paid scarcely any attention to the fallen Matheus, keeping his gaze fixed solely on Raon.

“Tacheon, you say….”
“That’s right! Light and darkness flickered between the sunset! Only Tacheon uses that magic.”
“Then the Legend Sword Association….”
“Yes. He leaped forward even as he was pierced through the waist by the Sword of Creation to save everyone.”
“If he hadn’t stepped in, we’d all be dead here.”
“It’s remarkable that he blocked it, but only Raon noticed the attack coming in the first place.”
“Is this the true form of Raon Zigheart….”

Now that the spectators understood the situation, they clenched their fists tightly, their hearts swelling with awe and gratitude toward Raon. All of them trembled, their lips quivering.

Raon exhaled a turbid breath and approached Matheus, turning his head.

“Healers!”

At his cry, the healers who had been standing dazed rushed over to assess Matheus’s condition.

“His bones are fractured and his internal injuries are severe, but his life is not in danger! To the Healing Center!”

The healers carefully lifted Matheus onto a stretcher and hurried toward the Healing Center.

“Are you unharmed, Raon? Your waist injury appears quite severe.”

One of the healers approached as if to insist he come along.

“I’m fine.”

Raon shook his head and turned around. Borini Kitten was staring at the scene with eyes that had transcended mere surprise into outright shock.

“The duel isn’t over yet.”

The injury to my waist and the pain coursing through my mana circuits were severe, but I could not abandon this duel. I wanted to win today and fight again tomorrow, elevating the achievements of Radiant Sword and Seolhwa Sword Technique.

“Haa….”
“Worrying about others even in this state….”
“Does he intend to continue fighting in that condition?”
“I’ve seen many warriors with the epithet ‘Cooperation,’ but this is my first time seeing someone like that….”
“Legend Sword Association. So that name and reputation were real….”

The spectators marveled at Raon’s mental fortitude, despite being younger than themselves, and exhaled in admiration.

“Raon! Raon! Raon!”
“Legend Sword Association! Legend Sword Association!”
“Uoooooooo!”
“I’m from Owen Kingdom, but I’ll support you for the rest of my life!”

The spectators filling the Sparring Arena chanted Raon’s name. It was as if they had come to Zigheart rather than Owen Kingdom—everyone called out only Raon’s name.

‘Derus….’

While pretending to observe the spectators, I watched Derus Robert. His face was blank, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

‘What a pleasant expression.’

Others would think he was flustered, but that expression was him forcibly suppressing his rage. The thought that I had caused that face to appear made a smile bloom naturally.

‘Time to finish this.’

I had seen Derus Robert’s enraged face—now it was time to end the situation.

As Raon steadied his breathing and attempted to ascend to the Sparring Arena, Glen blocked the stairway ahead.

“Your injuries are severe.”

Glen narrowed his eyes, observing my torn waist and trembling hands. Despite the matter involving the Soul Reaper Sword, he showed no hesitation in stopping me.

“There is no need to fight further.”
“That’s right. Stop here.”

Chamber descended and stood beside Glen.

“No one will say anything even if you stop here.”

She shook her head as if telling him to give up as well.

“It’s fine.”

Raon smiled faintly and shook his head.

“I came out bearing the name of Zigheart. I cannot kneel before such an upheaval.”

I had watched Glen’s back as he overwhelmed Tacheon and the White Blood Cult Master alone. Beyond my exhausted condition and swordsmanship achievements, there was too much regret in withdrawing now.

“I understand.”

Glen met Raon’s eyes, nodded, and stepped back.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed to Glen and Chamber, then climbed back onto the Sparring Arena.

“You are….”

Borini Kitten still held the sword stained with Raon’s blood, biting his lip firmly.

‘This foolish bastard!’

While he had focused on the fight before his eyes, Raon was looking at something higher.
While he thrust his sword, Raon had endured with his body rather than counterattacking to block the enemy’s assault.
He could not suppress the shame of thinking that he had only hindered rather than helped.

Blood still dripped from Raon’s waist, his face was pallid, and his grip seemed to lack strength.

He had climbed onto the Sparring Arena for an unfinished duel despite being in a state where collapse would not be surprising.
There was a reason why this man, not yet twenty years old, bore the character for cooperation in his name.
Admiration blossomed in Borini Kitten’s heart, transcending mere respect.

“Swordsman Raon.”

Borini Kitten exhaled deeply and looked toward Raon.

“I concede this duel. Even if we had fought fairly, I could never have defeated you. I’ve lost in both strength and the spirit of a swordsman.”

He lowered his head, speaking with genuine conviction.

“I forfeit here….”
“Is that truly the right path?”

Raon’s voice turned colder than ever before.

“Regardless of the circumstances, I have returned to this arena to face you. Is the spirit of a knight meant to dismiss your opponent and forfeit?”
“That is….”
“I simply discovered it first. Had the Spear Sword Master realized it before me, I believe you would have acted as I did. Am I wrong?”
“Hmm….”

Borini Kitten could not answer easily. Words were one thing, but acting upon them was another entirely.

“Our duel is not yet finished.”

Raon grasped the Heavenly Sword with both hands as if Tacheon’s magic had just worn off, and pulled the entire Manhwagong upward.

“Come.”
“Haaa….”

Borini Kitten gazed upward into the empty sky and released a deep sigh. After staring at the darkened heavens for a long moment, he lowered his gaze. The wavering light in his eyes had settled. He too seemed to have grasped something profound.

“I nearly made another mistake. Thank you for the lesson.”

He bowed respectfully.

“Save your thanks for later. For now, it’s only right that I do my utmost to defeat you.”

Ocean-blue aura surged around him. He raised his sword overhead and drew it back, then stepped forward with an aura even sharper than before Tacheon’s magic had faded.

“By all means.”

Raon felt Borini Kitten’s overwhelming presence and smiled with satisfaction.

‘This is it.’

Blocking Tacheon’s magic and avenging myself against Matio were different matters from continuing the duel to reach an even greater height. I had no intention of overlooking anything.

-You’re even more greedy than Grid….

Wrath shook his head as if exhausted.

‘I should be greedy. I haven’t even reached the starting line yet.’

Raon smiled and condensed the heat of Manhwagong above the blade. The aura didn’t thicken—instead, it grew thin and sharp, burning like embers.

“The swordsmanship I will use is the ultimate technique of Chamhyeol Geomgyeol: Blood Star Piercing Crown.”

Unlike merely announcing the technique’s name, he unleashed an eerie momentum as if facing a mortal enemy.

“I will use a technique called Enemy Infiltration.”

Enemy Infiltration, the ultimate technique of Manhwagong. Through refined practice with both prediction and truth-seeing swords, I intended to end this with an even more advanced Enemy Infiltration.

“Enemy Infiltration, is it? A splendid name.”

Borini Kitten nodded and narrowed his eyes. The momentum radiating from him became even more sharply honed. It felt like my entire body was being pierced by a sword, just as when I first met King Lecross.

Roooooar!

Raon, too, kept his sword at mid-guard while drawing the power of Manhwagong to its absolute limit. Thanks to concentration reaching its extreme, I felt no physical pain whatsoever.

Whoosh.

As both of us gritted our teeth and endured each other’s momentum, the far end of the Sparring Arena where Tacheon’s aura had grazed crumbled.

Boom!

Borini Kitten struck first. He kicked off the ground and thrust his sword forward. A magnificent torrent of light erupted from the blade’s tip, shooting out like spears and engulfing my entire body.

Boom!

Raon stepped into the True Form stance and raised the Soul Reaper Sword above his head. A deep, profound crimson flame blazed across the silver-white blade.

Manhwagong White Flower
Red Island.

The blade of Flame, baring its fangs, cleaved through both the setting sun sinking beneath the western mountains and the azure luminescence simultaneously.

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