The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 330

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Chapter 330

King Lecross’s eyes widened as he surveyed the Sparring Arena, now devoid of even the faintest trace of energy.

“What… what was that swordsmanship just now?”

Just as Cardis was deliberating whether to halt the match by striking his blade down with killing intent, Raon’s swordsmanship underwent a dramatic transformation.
A strange white aura bloomed forth, completely erasing the flow of the Saintly Light Sword Technique that had existed within the Sparring Arena.

I knew Zigheart possessed many exceptional techniques, but I never imagined such a martial art existed.

“He didn’t break it through force—he erased the aura entirely. Like the sea washing away a child’s drawing in the sand.”

Chamber floated suspended in mid-air, her upper body leaning forward. Her eyes were wide with shock as well.

“Has he been concealing such a secret technique all this time?”
“That’s not it.”

Ogram shook his head while observing Raon.

“A new martial art he perfected just now, in this very place, by witnessing the Saintly Light Sword Technique.”

He swallowed hard and narrowed his eyes.

“I knew he was extraordinary, but to possess the qualities of a great master…”

Having exceptional talent in martial arts and possessing the talent to create martial arts are entirely different things.
If the former occurs with odds of one in ten thousand, the latter was a rare gift that emerged with odds of one in a hundred thousand.

“Ah, this is wonderful. Truly wonderful.”

A flush rose to Chamber’s cheeks. As she licked her lips, her eyes gleamed a brilliant blue, like a cat that had spotted its prey.

“A beautiful gemstone in its raw form. I want to polish it…”
“For once, our thoughts align.”

Ogram nodded emphatically.

“I’m curious what would happen if I taught that child the martial arts of the association.”

He gazed at Raon with eyes gleaming with intrigue.

“Hey, old man. How exactly did you raise that kid?”

Ogram exhaled sharply and turned his head toward Glen Zigheart.

“By what means… yes, old man?”

Glen Zigheart’s expression was difficult to describe in words. He appeared tremendously delighted, yet forcibly suppressing that joy.

Typically, a false smile shows the mouth laughing while the eyes remain cold, but Glen Zigheart was the opposite.
His eyes curved into crescents, yet his lips were deliberately pressed downward, creating a peculiar expression.

‘Wait… isn’t he even breathing?’

Having forgotten to breathe, his face gradually turned pale.

“Old man! Snap out of it!”
“Gasp…!”

Only after Ogram stood and waved his hand did Glen Zigheart blink and exhale.

“What are you doing…?”
“Ahem, it’s nothing.”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat and quickly waved his hand. In an instant, his expression reverted to its usual hollow demeanor.

“So this means Raon’s victory in the end?”

Chamber smiled wryly at Derus Robert.

“No.”

Derus Robert shook his head lightly.

“Cardis has not yet conceded.”

He turned his gaze to the side, looking at Glen and the other leaders of the Six Emperors, and smiled faintly.

“Such duels are tremendously beneficial for the children’s growth. It would be best to let them continue, even if things become a bit heated.”
“Of course!”
“I find it entertaining! I approve.”

Ogram nodded as if to say there was nothing to question, and Chamber drew a circle with her finger in agreement.

“Ah, I understand.”

King Lecross exhaled a short sigh, as though somewhat concerned but resigned to the inevitable.

“Yes. It must not be stopped.”

Glen nodded slowly. The tremor in his lips ceased, and a smile filled with conviction took its place.

“That boy’s swordsmanship is not yet complete.”

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I clenched my left fist tightly.

‘It’s been erased.’

Cardis’s formidable aura that had engulfed the entire world had vanished like foam sprayed with water.
Not even the faintest trace of mana remained, as though it had never existed from the beginning.

‘As expected, that line….’

The single stroke that had erased the countless sword marks filling my mind was no ordinary swordsmanship technique.

It was a swordsmanship infused with the aura of emptiness—one that obliterated all of an opponent’s offenses at once: their aura, their technique, their flow, and even their breathing.

‘Such swordsmanship has been created….’

I had merely intended to harmonize the Radiant Sword’s ability to create openings with the Snow Wind Sword’s flow-disrupting technique, yet an unexpectedly transcendent swordsmanship had emerged.
I couldn’t even muster a laugh at the absurdity of it.

‘What matters more….’

This swordsmanship isn’t yet complete.

Though I’d halted midway when my strength faltered, the culmination of White Shadow Blade was far more than merely erasing the opponent’s attacks.

A counter-strike.

Like the absolute techniques of Azure Cloud Hyeonseong Sword and Seonggwang Sword—after completely nullifying the opponent’s force, the true form of White Shadow Blade was to launch a devastating riposte.

‘But the recoil is far too severe.’

The moment I unleashed White Shadow Blade, my brain felt scorched with agony, and even now, the dizziness was so intense that relaxing my focus would send me into unconsciousness.
Given the aura consumption—the most severe of any technique I’d wielded thus far—this was a martial art I couldn’t employ recklessly.

‘Yet still….’

I had to do it once more.

If not now, when my focus and senses had reached their absolute peak, I couldn’t fathom how much time would pass before I could perfect White Shadow Blade.
The pain was excruciating, Manhwagong’s energy was depleted, and Glaceia was far from normal—but I had to unveil the true form of White Shadow Blade now.

‘I also owe a debt of vengeance.’

I glanced at my shoulder. The deep wound carved by his blade. Had I been even 0.01 seconds slower, my arm would have been severed. I couldn’t simply endure and let it end—I had to repay this wound.

“Haaah….”

I suppressed the churning in my gut and lifted my head. Watching Cardis, whose hands trembled in panic, I tilted my chin with a crooked smile.

“Surrender. Your blade cannot touch me.”

This time, it was my turn to lay the trap.

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Cardis scraped at his temple with his fingernails as if clawing at his own skull.

‘What just happened?’

What in the world had transpired in that instant?

The moment Raon unleashed his sword technique brimming with formidable aura, I had triggered the ultimate technique of the Holy Light Sword Art—Azure Light Severance—to sever his arm.

‘No, I definitely cut him.’

Blood was still gushing from Raon’s shoulder even now. The blade had struck true.

‘But then…’

Why had it all vanished?

The ocean of aura that had surged throughout the Sparring Arena, the profound mysteries of the blunt sword that filled that ocean, the very breathing technique that had birthed those mysteries—everything had been erased.

‘It’s the Holy Light Sword Art! Not the Azure Cloud Celestial Sword, but Father’s Holy Light Sword Art!’

Unlike the Azure Cloud Celestial Sword, which was displayed in various places, the Holy Light Sword Art had rarely been shown. It was a transcendent sword technique that should never vanish so pathetically.

Gulp.

Cardis swallowed hard and gazed at Raon. His blade bore no aura whatsoever—it was utterly empty.

“What did you do this time?”
“I erased it.”

Raon’s voice was calm, as though stating the most obvious fact.

“I simply erased it.”

His gaze was clear and unwavering. The playful mockery had vanished entirely—he no longer seemed inclined to jest, and his tone had shifted to formal speech.

“Surrender. You’ve already lost, Cardis Robert.”

I waved my hand dismissively, as if the match were already over.

“Nonsense!”

Cardis gnashed his teeth.

“The Starlight Sword Technique cannot be broken by the likes of you!”

With a roar, he unleashed all the aura he had hidden in reserve to challenge the upper ranks of the Twelve Continents.

Kuwaaaaaaaah!

The tremendous force radiating from Cardis shook the Sparring Arena, and fragments of stone scattered through the air.

‘I cannot lose. Not like this.’

If I had fought using only the Azure Cloud Celestial Sword, defeat would have been acceptable. But to lose after drawing the Starlight Sword Technique would bring shame upon the entire house. I had to win, even if it cost me my life.

“Kraaaagh!”

Cardis unleashed his fury and raised the Sungwang Sword. Blue starlight began to ripple along the trajectory of his blade.

‘Is he not moving?’

I neither dodged nor attempted to block, as I had before. Standing at the center of the Sparring Arena with my eyes closed, my composure only stoked his rage further.

‘I must endure.’

If I surrendered to anger, I would play directly into his hands. I had to maintain my grip on reason and shatter his swordsmanship.

‘I’ll ensure he never uses his right arm again.’

With the resolve to tear apart his tendons and mana circuits beyond even a healer’s or priest’s ability to repair, I unleashed the Starlight Sword Technique with all my power.

Kuwaaaaaaaah!

The ultimate Starlight Sword Technique intertwined with the Pawn Technique, and the small light that had illuminated the blade transformed into a sea of blue starlight, engulfing the entire Sparring Arena.

Roooooar!

It was the stage of Cheongeun, where one could unfold the Seonggwang Sword Technique’s seasonal forms.

[Cardis.]

As I raised my blade to initiate the flow of the seasonal form, a thought transmission came from Derus Robert.

[Unfold the Manryeong Seonggwang.]
‘Manryeong Seonggwang?’

Manryeong Seonggwang was the final form that crowned the Seonggwang Sword Technique. It was the ultimate technique, the very essence of everything the Seonggwang Sword Technique represented.

[It matters not if the technique is revealed. Instead, cut with certainty. Ensure that bastard cannot rise any further.]

Those words meant to sever Raon’s arm beyond recovery. Father truly understood me well.

I nodded slightly in acknowledgment and tightened my grip on the blade.

Kuguguguguguuu!

After a light spin, a grand cascade of starlight spread across the blade aimed at Raon, and the Cheongeun swelled to such magnitude that it reached beyond the Sparring Arena into the Spectator Stands.

“It ends here!”

As I advanced to initiate the seasonal form of the Seonggwang Sword Technique, Raon moved. His expression was urgent, as though he hadn’t anticipated such a tremendous concentration of power.

Chiiiiing!

Ice flower petals bloomed in succession across his blade. Fragments of frost wrapped in strong energy began to spread toward the sea of starlight.

‘Magnificent swordsmanship.’

Fortunately.

The true essence of the Seonggwang Sword Technique was a counter-attack art. The stronger the opponent’s blade strike, the more powerfully it returned—making this the perfect moment to sever his shoulder.

Kuguguguguuu!

Cardis waited until the clusters of frigid flowers that Raon had summoned engulfed the entire surroundings, then swept his blade in a grand arc. Following the trajectory of his silver-gleaming sword, the sea of starlight that blanketed the Sparring Arena surged into motion.

Kwaaaaaaa!

The sea of light forged from pure force consumed the storm of frigid flowers in a single instant, swelling even further with overwhelming power.

‘Now!’

Cardis traced a cross with his blade. The sea of stars, shimmering like a galaxy, spread in all directions and seized control of every space. It was the ultimate technique of the Starlight Sword Art—Azure Light Sea Realm.

Gooooooo!

The tremendous force of the Azure Light Sea Realm moved in tandem with the blade, descending toward Raon’s shoulder line.

Piiiiik!

Just before the blade struck Raon’s shoulder, an impossible white shadow fell across his sword.

‘That’s it.’

The martial technique that had erased the previous Azure Light Sea Realm was undoubtedly this strange force.

‘I won’t fall for it twice!’

Cardis stepped with perfect timing and twisted the trajectory of his blade. The gentle flow of his sword form suddenly shattered, creating a magnificent arc.

Gooooooo!

The sea of stars that had filled the surroundings condensed upon the blade, generating a terrifying wave. It was the final technique of the Starlight Sword Art—Ten Thousand Spirit Starlight.

‘This cannot be blocked.’

It was not merely sword force, but power that had grown by devouring space itself. No matter how extraordinary the swordsmanship, it was not a strength that could be erased.

Kukukukuku!

Just as the tremendous force beyond human comprehension was about to obliterate Raon’s shoulder entirely, that white shadow extended the blade forward.

‘Useless…!’

It was neither swift nor sluggish, neither light nor heavy. The blade simply approached like a phenomenon itself.

Whoooosh.

The moment that strange blade met mine, the Ten Thousand Spirit Radiance—every ounce of energy I had condensed—froze in place.

The sea of starlight tore asunder, the overwhelming force melted away, and the subtleties of swordsmanship were erased.

Before that white shadow cloaked in emptiness, nothing could survive.

It was a scene as dreamlike as if from another world entirely.

And then….

Splurt!

Blood erupted from my right shoulder with a violent tearing sound.

When I turned my head, my arm lay on the ground below, and crimson blood fountained from my shoulder in a grotesque spray.

“Ah….”

The sensation of awakening from a dream into reality. Excruciating pain surged through the shoulder where my arm had been severed.

“Gaaaaaaahhhhh!”

Cardis clutched his shoulder and screamed. With his anguished cry, the frozen time resumed its flow.

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“Haah….”

I exhaled as though my very life was leaving me.

‘I’ve completed it.’

The true White Shadow Sword.

Using the White Shadow Sword a second time, I grasped the essence of this swordsmanship.

The White Shadow Sword wasn’t merely about erasing an opponent’s technique—it was a martial art of counterattack that delivered an unavoidable strike precisely where the enemy had aimed.

‘Which meant….’

I lifted my head and looked forward.

“Gaaaaaahhhhh!”

Cardis was clutching his bleeding shoulder, letting out a agonized cry.

‘His arm is severed.’

Because Cardis had targeted his own right arm, the White Shadow Sword had retaliated by severing his right arm in kind. It was a swordsmanship that despised losing—cutting exactly where the opponent had aimed.

‘Serves him right.’

To be honest, I could have stopped midway, but I deliberately didn’t. An eye for an eye, blood for blood. I intentionally severed his arm.

‘And more than that….’

I had concentrated frigid energy into the strike, delivering severe damage to his tendons and mana circuits. Even if it were reattached, he’d struggle to use his right arm as before.

‘He brought this upon himself.’

Since Cardis hadn’t merely tried to sever my arm but to cripple me, I felt no sympathy whatsoever.

‘Now I need to put on a show.’

I caught my breath and dropped to my knees. I approached Cardis and grabbed his shoulder.

“C-Cardis, sir!”

My jaw trembled as my eyes darted about.

“I’m so sorry! My stamina depleted so rapidly that I couldn’t control my strength during the counterattack!”

I bit my lip, expressing that it wasn’t intentional—rather, I had no choice since you raised your killing intent first.

“Ugh….”

Cardis convulsed from the psychological shock and agony of losing his arm, then collapsed with his eyes rolled back.

“H-Healers!”
“Yes!”
“Move!”

At the call for healers, those who had been standing dazed rushed up into the Sparring Arena.

“W-We need to treat this quickly… Cough!”

I handed Cardis over to the healers and coughed up blood I’d been holding back. The floor turned crimson as the blood from Cardis’s severed arm mingled with my own.

“R-Raon, you should come with us too! Your internal injuries are severe!”

One of the healers tried to grab my shoulder.

“No. Please, take Cardis first. It’s urgent.”

I handed over Cardis’s severed arm, my face pallid from the little aura I had left.

“Please reattach it!”
“But your complexion, Raon….”
“Please!”
“Ah, understood!”

As I bowed my head, the healer bit their lip and nodded, rising to their feet.

‘Those eyes… moved by emotion?’

The healer, despite bearing severe injuries themselves, wore an expression of gratitude toward me for prioritizing Cardis’s care.

“Ooooooh!”
“Worrying about his opponent in such a state….”
“A true warrior. The spirit of a knight!”
“Raon Zigheart! Magnificent!”
“I’m genuinely moved!”

The spectators, shocked by the severed arm, were moved by Raon’s sacrifice and began cheering instead.

-Heh, you truly are a phantom, aren’t you.

Wrath trembled throughout his entire form, as though cotton candy scattering in the wind.

-How can you wear a human’s skin and tell such lies….

He bit his lip as he watched the waving spectators.

‘I cannot leave yet.’

I grasped my shoulder where flesh had been torn away. After the pain brought clarity, I lifted my head to look toward the platform.

Ogram and King Lecross nodded and offered generous applause, while Chamber gazed at me with eyes gleaming with desire, licking her lips.

Glen, however….

‘What is that expression?’

I’m not sure if I should say this, but it resembled the expression of a dog when you place food before it during training and command “wait.” It was the face of someone forcibly restraining themselves.

‘His condition must not be good.’

I accepted that and turned to observe the final person. The others had merely been preliminaries before seeing him.

Derus Robert. For the first time, his smile had vanished, leaving behind an expression as lifeless as a doll.
It was not concern for his son. The mask had cracked from the fury of his shattered plans.

It seemed trivial, but I could perceive it. Right now, Derus was clenching his teeth, struggling to contain the rage burning within him.

‘This is it.’

I wanted to see that expression.

My heart thundered violently—a pulse so magnificent I feared others might hear it.

My excitement surged.

Derus Robert’s furious visage was a far greater reward than any fame, eternal contract, or artifact I could claim from the awards ceremony.

‘He shouldn’t be shocked already.’

Raon clenched his teeth and narrowed his gaze.

‘This is only the beginning.’

I will strip everything from you.

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