The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 383

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Chapter 383

Adis Sepia’s jaw dropped as he watched the Gwangpung Unit push back the Cheoljeon Unit.

“The tide of battle has shifted so dramatically….”

He had assumed the fight was already over when the Gwangpung Unit’s commander had conceded after defeating only one of the Cheoljeon Unit’s captains.

If both sides had been caught off guard, the Cheoljeon Unit, with its superior strength, should have held the advantage.

Yet it was the Gwangpung Unit that recovered first and overcame the disadvantage.

While the Cheoljeon Unit locked the doors to assess the situation, the Gwangpung Unit quickly organized their strategy, charged forward, and shattered the Cheoljeon Unit’s formation. It was a daring tactic so bold that even watching it unfold before his eyes, he could scarcely believe it.
It was a bold strategy that was hard to believe, even though I was watching it unfold right before my eyes.

“This is all…”

Adis swallowed hard and looked at Raon standing before the Cheoljeon Unit’s commander.

It’s because of that guy.

It was all Raon who rallied the flustered Gale Wind Squad after Rimer conceded, devised a plan to drive back the Cheoljeon Unit, and restrained Trevin, the commander of the Cheoljeon Unit.
If it weren’t for him, this battle would have ended in the Cheoljeon Unit’s victory long ago.

“However…”

I’m anxious.

I heard that Trevin, the commander of the Cheoljeon Unit, had reached the highest level of Master. Even with Raon’s growth, there was a significant gap in terms of power and experience, which was concerning.

Rather than watching the battlefield, he glared at the spectators on the opposite side, his fists clenched. Red sparks flickered from his fingers—a sign of his fury.
He clenched his fist while glaring at the spectators on the opposite side, not at the Battlefield. Red sparks flickered from his fingers as if he were angry.

“Sir, Head of House. Could the commander of the Guangfeng Unit defeat the commander of the Cheoljeon Unit?”

Only then, upon hearing that question, did Glen’s eyes turn toward the Battlefield.

“The Iron Formation’s commander has reached the pinnacle of Master rank. If he regains his senses, the Gwangpung Unit’s leader wouldn’t stand a chance of victory, would he?”
“That would be true if he were merely mid-Master rank.”

Glen nodded slowly, his gaze settling upon me. His aura dissipated gently, and the sparks crackling from his fists faded away.

“That boy has already ascended to the upper echelon of Master rank.”
“U-upper Master rank?”

Adis’s eyes widened in shock.

‘To reach the upper tier at such an age… if he continues growing at this pace, becoming the strongest on the Continent isn’t merely a dream. However…’

That was a matter for the future.

Even if he had reached the upper tier, his opponent was Trevin Zigheart, who had ascended to the pinnacle and accumulated far greater experience.
The disparity across all fronts was too vast for me to believe Raon could emerge victorious.

“Still, the Iron Formation’s commander is at the pinnacle of Master rank, is he not?”
“Indeed. Ordinarily, crossing the gap between martial cultivation ranks is impossible. However…”

Glen gazed at me with warm eyes as he continued.

“That boy possesses the power to transcend such boundaries. It is rarer than any talent imaginable.”
“Ah…”

Just as I had been drawn to Raon for his ability to transform people, Glen seemed captivated by my unwavering resolve in any circumstance.

“Watch closely.”

A gentle smile bloomed across Glen’s stern visage.

“That boy will spectacularly betray the Merchant Guild Master’s expectations.”

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I clicked my tongue sharply as I watched Trevin Zigheart, the commander of the Iron Formation.

‘Did shock paradoxically restore his composure?’

Trevin’s wavering pupils blazed with an eerie light. It seemed he had forcibly seized control of his crumbling mind amid the relentless cascade of the Iron Formation’s eliminations.

“Hah….”

Trevin exhaled deeply and opened his eyes to narrow slits. He gazed toward me and uttered a sincere expression of admiration.

“Remarkable. I already knew you excelled in martial prowess and strategy, but I never expected such audacity. In terms of strategy and group combat, this is my complete defeat.”

He acknowledged his defeat with a purity unbecoming of the Main Lineage.

“However, I am also a commander of Zigheart. I cannot simply cry defeat before my subordinates who fall because of me.”

As Trevin raised his sword, an aura as sharp as a spear blade surged endlessly upward. It felt as though he himself had transformed into a single blade.

“I will break you with my sword and grant victory to those who follow this inadequate commander.”
“A fine plan, but I have no intention of losing.”

I laughed coldly and manipulated the fragments of flame spirits that filled the battlefield.

Whoooooosh!

Just as a colossal inferno threatened to obliterate the battlefield itself, Trevin’s sword shot forward.
A single sword strike branched into hundreds, piercing through every petal of flame. It was the supreme swordplay he had mastered—the Iron Observation Sword.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Force clashed against force, baring their fangs as a magnificent luminescence bloomed across the void.

Beneath the fading white radiance, Trevin’s eyes gleamed with chilling clarity. He had reclaimed his original composure.

‘He erased every single flame spirit without exception. Truly formidable. However….’

He seemed to understand my sword.

Trevin’s swordplay moved not merely with speed and power, but as though reading the trajectory of my flame spirits.

Raon settled his gaze and adjusted his grip on the Jecheon Sword.

‘Let me test it.’

I kicked off the ground and surged forward, igniting Hoecheon. The sphere of flames condensed within the sword technique rotated, unleashing a formidable aura.

Shiiing!

Trevin Zigheart rushed forward in a sliding motion. From the blade he thrust while lowering his stance, brilliant white light erupted and cleaved through the center of Hoecheon.

Kwaaaaaang!

The flames of Hoecheon, detonating before completion, sprayed forth like a fountain and obscured my vision.

‘Did he erase it before the rotation could gain momentum?’

Unflustered, I bounced backward and wrapped Glacsia’s aura around the Jecheon Sword as it rebounded.
After locating Trevin’s presence, I slashed diagonally through the flames obscuring my sight.

Shiiing!

As the frost blade descended along the Jecheon Sword’s trajectory, targeting Trevin’s collarbone, his eyes flashed pure white.

Claaang!

Trevin Zigheart consecutively unleashed the subtleties of the Iron Sword, simultaneously deflecting both the Jecheon Sword’s blade and the frost blade.

“Tch!”

I strengthened my trembling arm and furrowed my brow.

‘As expected, this man….’

He knows my swordsmanship.

He understood not only that the Frost Chain’s slash came twice, but where it originated and how swiftly it would follow.

Trevin Zigheart was clearly not merely strong—he had comprehended every technique in Raon Zigheart’s arsenal.

“Have you studied me?”
“I have.”

Trevin Zigheart nodded calmly.

“Becoming a famous swordmaster isn’t all good. It means your swordsmanship, movements, and aura are being studied by your enemies.”

He tilted his chin slightly and raised his blade.

“Raon Zigheart. I will fight you while considering you my equal.”
“I should call that an honor.”

A fascinating light danced in Raon’s eyes.

“I hope that conviction never wavers until the end.”

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Trevin Zigheart’s eyes narrowed as he watched Raon charge toward him.

‘A footwork that transcends space.’

Raon’s footwork was a mysterious technique that vanished and reappeared like a blink.
However, since it wasn’t yet perfected, the distance of movement was limited, and he couldn’t use it consecutively, so his movements were inevitably exposed.

‘Behind!’

Thanks to the aura sense he’d spread around him, he could feel Raon approaching from behind. The sword strike descending toward him was brimming with ferocity.

‘The Mad Fang Sword?’

That savage sword strike was a sensory sword technique called the Mad Fang Sword, one that forcibly created openings in the opponent’s defense.

‘Remarkable swordsmanship, but….’

There’s a way to block it.

The Sensory Blade is a sword technique that exploits gaps in the opponent’s defense. All I need to do is deliberately create multiple openings to lure the sword path.

Trevin unfurled the Iron Pipe Blade’s first iron point before the Radiant Blade could receive its full power.

Clang-clang-clang-clang!

As blade met blade, the sound of twisted metal scattered wildly in all directions.

“Tsk.”

Raon clicked his tongue sharply and drew his blade downward. It wasn’t the Radiant Blade. It was an extreme form of sword technique that created a thermal line along the blade’s edge, capable of severing both weapon and enemy in one stroke.

‘He knows this too.’

Trevin clenched his teeth and unleashed the Golden Form Absolute Slash. A sword strike wrapped in white radiance cut down Raon’s blade just before the thermal line could form.

Boom!

Raon retreated with his blade, then pushed off the ground and charged forward again. He had already drawn a second sword from its sheath.

‘The Sonic Blade!’

Trevin shut down not just his hearing but all his senses entirely, then unleashed the Iron Pipe Blade’s Iron Resonance Strike.

Clang!

The silver blade blocked Raon’s drawn sword, and the sound that created confusion ceased.

Whoosh!

Unable to overcome the tremendous force of the Iron Resonance Strike, Raon retreated, leaving deep footprints in the ground.

Trevin straightened his waist and smiled.

‘It works after all.’

The Iron Piercer’s advantages lay in precision, speed, and penetrating power.
Since it struck first even when launched late, I felt confident facing an opponent who knew everything about my techniques.

“As I said, I don’t underestimate you.”

Trevin Zigheart suppressed his emotions despite seizing victory. Raon was a master of reversals—I could never afford complacency.

“I will crush you with everything I have.”
“….”

Raon charged forward without a word, unleashing the legendary sword strikes that had shaped the Continent’s history.
Flames soared high enough to touch the sky, and frigid air swept across the battlefield, freezing everything in its path, yet Trevin Zigheart did not retreat.

Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!

He deployed the Iron Piercer’s absolute techniques in rapid succession, shattering Raon’s strikes one by one according to the plan I had devised beforehand.

“Ugh….”

Raon staggered backward, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He had failed to withstand the aura-piercing power embedded in the Iron Piercer and suffered internal injuries.

“Phew!”

Trevin Zigheart grasped his trembling wrist and exhaled sharply.

‘Remarkable….’

I had studied Raon’s swordsmanship endlessly and stood at a higher realm, yet countering him proved far from simple. That monster would undoubtedly ascend to greater heights after this battle concluded.

‘But this time, I will emerge victorious.’

With the pinnacle of Master rank and my research on Raon, I continued gaining advantages throughout the combat.
This battle was as good as finished.

‘Yet….’

Trevin Zigheart bit his lip as he studied Raon.

‘Why does he look so pleased?’

Despite blocking every sword technique, Raon’s eyes remained alight with fervor. If anything, his momentum seemed to burn ever more fiercely with each passing moment.

“So it’s true that you’ve studied me.”

My voice lifted with exhilaration, the sudden shift in formality flowing as naturally as water.

“Why are you suddenly speaking so formally?”
“Because you deserve that respect.”
“What?”
“At first, I thought you were just like those fools who trust only blood and status, but this battle has shown me otherwise.”

A faint smile crossed my lips. I couldn’t fathom why I was smiling in a situation where I was being overwhelmingly pushed back.

“You didn’t just study my martial techniques—you even predicted that my aura would rise.”
“That’s right. Your growth has always been unpredictable, so I’ve accounted for the possibility of your aura increasing in both quantity and quality.”

Trevin nodded. Raon had always returned stronger than before, no matter what task he completed.
Based on that pattern, Trevin had prepared himself against Raon’s martial prowess now that he’d reached the Master-level.

“Your thoroughness is remarkable. But the level of my swordsmanship you’ve accounted for must be from the Six Emperors’ sparring match, correct?”
“Correct.”
“Then you should be careful. From now on….”

I adjusted my grip on my sword with an elated smile.
Nothing seemed visibly different, yet a chill ran down his spine.

“Things will change slightly.”

With those words, I rushed forward and unleashed the Radiant Sword. The speed was faster than before, as if I’d drawn upon every last drop of aura.

*Screeeee!*

Against the fierce, descending blade, Trevin thrust his Iron Saber forward.

*Clang!*

He released his sword at the same timing as before, but the Iron Saber’s subtle technique failed to take effect, and it was deflected away.

‘What is this?’

His aura had indeed risen, but he couldn’t fathom how such a vast difference could exist.
Yet there was no time to ponder. Raon’s blade strikes continued relentlessly.

“Ugh!”

Trevin drove the Absolute Steel Bend of his iron-tube sword toward Raon’s razor-sharp blade strike.

Clang clang clang clang!

As blade met blade, a violent shockwave erupted, sweeping across the surroundings.

“Ugh….”

Trevin shook out his wrist and groaned. Unlike before, the impact was sharp enough to ache his bones, and his face twisted involuntarily.

“Mm….”

Raon bled more profusely as well, as if sustaining internal injuries from the iron-tube sword’s piercing power, but what mattered was that his counter-technique had failed to work.

“You….”
“Now it truly begins.”

Raon lowered his body like a swallow, closing in. In a flash, a blade tinged with frigid energy appeared before his eyes.

‘Consecutive Strikes!’

It was an exquisite swordsmanship where real blade and frost blade descended in succession.

Crunch.

Trevin bit his lip as he wrapped the incantation of the Lion’s Pounce, a severing technique of the iron-tube sword, around his blade.

Clang! Clang clang clang!

Two collisions like before. But Raon’s first blade was faster, and his second blade was slower. That minute difference twisted the form of the Lion’s Pounce.

“Ugh!”

Trevin was sent flying to the right, biting his lip. His insides churned as if he’d sustained internal injuries.

‘I didn’t know he could control the speed of his sword technique….’

The swordplay Raon had just unleashed was a dual-strike technique that overwhelmed opponents through two successive sword strikes infused with the essence of extreme swiftness. I hadn’t anticipated he could modulate that speed to shatter my balance.

Whoooooosh!

Raon’s blade traced a ribbon-like, graceful arc. Along that path, buds of flame blossomed into existence.

‘Flame Spirit Bloom.’

It was Raon’s signature sword technique—the one I had just countered moments ago.

Boom!

The petals unfurled, unleashing countless shards of flame that surged forward in a relentless torrent. The entire world was consumed by crimson petals.

“I’ll awaken you once more!”

Trevin held his breath and drew his sword backward. His blade extended forth, wreathed in white radiance—the Iron Sword’s ultimate technique, White Wave Unbroken.

Crash!

Above the solemn battlefield sky, crimson and white auras collided endlessly, detonating in successive explosions.

Trevin swallowed hard as he deflected the Flame Spirit Bloom.

‘This has changed too.’

Unlike before, when I could precisely predict their trajectories, now over a hundred petals moved erratically, their power sharp enough to pierce bone. Each one was truly a blade unto itself.

Screech!

The petals I failed to block tore through my uniform, inflicting burns and lacerations simultaneously. The dizzying pain caused my teeth to clench involuntarily.

Crash!

Trevin forcibly pushed Raon back and exhaled a ragged breath. My blue eyes, fixed upon Raon, wavered once more.

“Just what… are you?”

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Raon offered a faint smile as he watched Trevin’s bewilderment.

“The Head of the Cheoljeon Unit surely only anticipated my growth in aura.”

The Head of the Cheoljeon Unit had clearly understood and prepared for his various sword techniques. I could see the admirable effort he had invested.

“But my growth extends far beyond aura alone.”

Since leaving the Owen Kingdom, not a single day had passed without wielding my blade. When unable to train physically, I contemplated my shortcomings and refined them through mental cultivation within my mind’s eye.

It was only natural that sword techniques, continuously refined through endless correction of weaknesses and maximization of strengths, transformed with each passing day.

Raon stepped forward with fluid grace and unleashed the Jeseon Sword.

Whoooosh!

A sphere of crimson flame erupted from the sword’s edge, spinning with ferocious intensity as it unleashed tremendous force toward Trevin.

‘The activation speed of Hoecheon has improved.’

Hoecheon, which had sacrificed activation speed for enhanced power, had now achieved faster completion through endless refinement.

Boom!

Trevin drew his blade half a beat faster, but the rotation was already complete. The two strikes collided, erupting in a massive explosion.

“Ugh….”

Trevin retreated, forming a barrier of reinforced energy. The impact of Hoecheon left his left upper body flushed crimson.

“Tch.”

Raon clicked his tongue. My right arm throbbed as if pierced by a spear. A Master of the highest tier indeed. Even in his bewilderment, his swordsmanship had found my opening.

“Ugh!”

Yet Trevin’s eyes wavered as though his spirit had been crushed. This was no time to succumb to pain—he had to push forward.

Boom!

I stepped on Taewhabo. Leaping across space, I brought the Jeseon Sword down from Trevin’s right side.

Screech!

A thread of heat bloomed along the blade of the Jeseon Sword, aimed straight at Trevin’s chest.

“Damn it!”

Trevin bit his lip and thrust the Cheolkwan Sword forward. The sharpness and speed that extended from it were chilling.

Crash!

The blade technique of the Manhwagong’s Red Blade and the Cheolkwan Sword clashed head-on, and a tempest of crimson aura erupted.

Boom!

Trevin was swept backward by that storm, gasping roughly. A clear diagonal wound had opened across his chest.

“Were you hiding your strength in Owen…?”

He shook the hand gripping his sword in disbelief.

“Ptui.”

I spat out a clot of blood that had surged up from internal injuries and shook my head.

“No. I’ve simply grown stronger. I’ve been training continuously.”
“…That’s even harder to believe.”

Trevin let out a hollow laugh and raised his sword.

“If my information is useless, I’d prefer to end this in one stroke.”

His blade shimmered with crystalline light, as if a colossal spear wielded by the gods themselves had erupted from the sword’s edge.

“I accept.”

Just as Trevin had acknowledged my strength, I wanted to receive his full power in kind.

Roooooar!

I drew the Heavenly Sword back. Flames erupted from the hilt, engulfing the entire blade in inferno. The crimson fire roared like a dragon’s head, its scarlet maw gaping wide.

Craaaaaash!

Trevin planted his feet and thrust forward with his iron staff sword, unleashing Baekcheon Gunbong—his ultimate technique. The devastating shockwave from a Master-tier peak warrior crashed toward me like the world itself was being torn asunder. My bones felt as though they would shatter, my skin ready to be flayed away.

“Hah…”

I steadied my breathing within the blinding white light that consumed my vision.

There was no need to fear.

Like an eternal flame that never dies.

Like a glacier that never melts.

I need only trust in the swordsmanship I’ve cultivated and advance forward.

The moment Baekcheon Gunbong’s overwhelming force reached mere inches from my face, I thrust the Heavenly Sword forward. The crimson dragon descending upon my blade unleashed a roar of raging inferno.

Kuwaaaaang!

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