The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 447

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Chapter 447

Binghyang covered her mouth as she watched Marun, who hadn’t even left a corpse behind, transform into nothing but blood.

‘What did I just witness?’

Even in his panic, Marun had unleashed an assault that approached perfection more than ever before.
The ferociously extended Destruction Wheel carried demonic energy that few could easily deflect, yet Raon had shattered it with a sword swing as casual as one might use against a child.

‘This is nothing like what I heard.’

The Tower had reported Raon’s combat prowess as high-tier Master, but now it was clear he had ascended to peak Master tier.

‘However….’

Even at peak Master tier, there was no way he could kill Marun—who stood at an even higher realm—so effortlessly. Something about him seemed fundamentally imbalanced.

‘Damn it.’

Because I had faith in Marun’s abilities, I had relaxed and focused on repairing the barrier—a grave mistake.
Regret washed over me as I realized I should have postponed the barrier’s operation and joined forces to stop Raon Zigheart by any means necessary.

‘This will be difficult.’

I was stronger than Marun, but not by much.
I had no confidence in withstanding a single strike from Raon Zigheart, who had incinerated Marun in one blow.

The only saving grace was that I had managed to repair the barrier while Marun was dying, but against someone with resistance to demonic energy like that monster, it seemed unlikely to have much effect.

“Ugh….”

Binghyang lifted her gaze, her lips pressed tightly together. From the sword Raon had raised came a killing intent so intense it made my spine shudder.
Just as he had said moments before, he showed no intention of taking hostages—only the momentum to cut me down immediately.

‘A way. I need to find some way to weaken that monster… wait?’

I bit my lip and rolled my eyes, catching sight of the demonic energy undulating across the ceiling.
As the Barrier was restored, the curses of resentment that had scattered throughout the space began to ripple once more.

A considerable amount had been incinerated by the inferno Raon unleashed when he breached the Barrier, but fortunately, roughly half remained.

‘That’s it!’

There’s nothing but that curse!

Though incomplete and only half of what remained, it was a curse of resentment I had personally refined.
No matter how strong Raon was, as long as he was a martial artist, he wouldn’t be immune to curses—I had to use this demonic energy to weaken his martial power.

Goooooo.

With my hands clasped behind my back, I moved my fingers to condense the curse scattered throughout the empty space.
Since this demonic energy was composed of curses rather than martial arts or magic, it would inevitably strike true.

“Again? Your arrogance pierces the heavens.”

I feigned an expression of anger while driving the curse I’d scraped together from the ground straight downward.

Whoooooosh!

The curse of resentment expelled by over a hundred humans as they died became a black curtain that enveloped Raon.

“Got him!”

I raised both hands in triumph.

‘If I strike now while he’s panicking…wait?’

I was about to sever his lifeline while Raon was pinned down by the curse, unable to move, but his movements seemed strange.

Uuuuuung!

As he drew out the short sword that had been tucked behind his waist, the curse of resentment he had painstakingly gathered began to be sucked into the blade.

“What… what is this….”

Binghyang’s eyes widened as she watched the curse being absorbed into the short sword.

“What in the world is that short sword!”

From the blood-red short sword, a pale yellow malevolent energy bloomed, devouring every ounce of resentment and curse directed at Raon.

“I’m sorry, but curses as shallow as yours won’t work on me.”

Raon shattered every curse Binghyang unleashed and gripped the short sword in reverse, ready to strike.

“Because standing beside me is someone who harbors a deeper grudge than anything else in this world.”

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I gazed down at the Soul Reaper Sword as it sang with a crystalline ring, a faint smile crossing my lips.

‘I didn’t expect it to move on its own like that.’

I had naturally known that Binghyang was wielding curses moments ago.
I had intended to take the hits directly and burn them away to avoid harming the hostages or the wounded, but the Soul Reaper Sword cried out, demanding to be drawn.

It seemed the blade understood that curses were born from resentment. It gently raised its malevolent energy and devoured every curse of hatred spewed by the dying.

‘Thank you.’

The Soul Reaper Sword understood resentment and grudge better than anyone, so it had stepped forward first.
Grateful yet sorrowful, I caressed the blade.

“I’ve given you enough time, haven’t I?”

I raised the Heavenly Sword and ignited the Manhwa Palace with fervent intensity. Binghyang swallowed hard as crimson energy blazed across the blade’s surface.

“Now let’s end this. I have no desire to linger in this foul-smelling place any longer.”

I drew a cold smile and stepped into the Taewhabo technique, crushing the cursed and blood-soaked earth beneath my feet as I charged toward Binghyang.

“Get out of my way!”

Even as panic seized her, Binghyang wielded the chill around her, sliding backward across the ice field as if gliding on glass.
Her movements were fluid and graceful, her speed nearly matching mine.

“Did you think I’d fall so easily?”

Her face contorted like a demon’s as she thrust her hand forward. From the center of her palm erupted a tempest of freezing energy, coiling around my entire body like a serpent.

Kaaaaaa!

The cold was vicious enough to shred skin even through a Master-level warrior’s protective aura, yet aside from the foul stench of demonic energy, I felt barely a twinge of pain.

‘Just as I thought.’

I smirked and brought the Heavenly Sword down in a swift arc. The blade’s blazing aura effortlessly cleaved through the frigid tempest Binghyang had conjured.

“Ah….”

Behind the biting cold wind, Binghyang’s expression becomes visible. Seeing her eyes laid bare with confusion and surprise, a smile naturally formed on my face.

“But… I was certain I had you sealed….”
“Your intelligence was simply insufficient.”

I tilted the Heavenly Sword back and narrowed my gaze.

‘And severely so.’

Thanks to Wrath and the curse of extreme cold that had tormented me since childhood, I had cultivated an exceptional resistance to frigid energy.
I could withstand the icy breath Drake unleashed at full power without flinching—a crudely manifested cold tempest like hers barely registered.
To Binghyang, for whom cold was her greatest weapon, I was nothing less than her natural predator.

“This isn’t ordinary cold—how could you possibly….”

Binghyang muttered in disbelief, her hands trembling. Frost fragments fell from her fingertips, embedding themselves in the ground.

“Whether it’s ordinary or not makes no difference. Cold is cold.”

I sneered and stepped forward with a burst of speed, moving to her right flank in an instant and dragging my blade across the ground, unleashing a torrent of aura.

“Damn it!”

Despite her shock, Binghyang’s reflexes were sharp. She created an ice field beneath her feet, sliding left while erecting a thick barrier of frozen water.

Crash!

The crimson aura blazing with fierce energy melted through the wall of cold she had conjured in an instant, but she had already retreated backward.

“Haa… haa…”

Binghyang exhaled in ragged gasps, unaware that her long hair clung to her face.

“Lying on your back, wiggling your fingers—I must say, you’re quite nimble when you put in the effort.”

I smiled, extending the Heavenly Sword and my left foot forward.

“I’ve seen enough. Now let’s end this.”
“You’re the one who will end!”

As I stepped forward with the Tae Hwa Step, Binghyang let out a shriek and thrust out her hand.

Whoooosh!

The air rippled as if it had become a lake, and hundreds of weapons formed entirely of cold energy erupted forth.
Wreathed in demonic energy and burning with pitch-black cold, the weapons flew toward me as if possessed with sight, targeting vital points—my throat, my heart, and other weak spots.
Each one possessed power equivalent to a direct aura strike.

‘She’s not entirely foolish, then.’

The moment she realized that pure cold wouldn’t work, she wrapped her weapons in demonic energy before hurling them. Her combat adaptability was impressive.

‘But…’

It doesn’t matter.

I traced a windmill pattern with the Heavenly Sword.

Boom!

The increasingly fortified Manhwagong flame barrier surged forward, shattering every weapon of cold energy that rushed toward me.

Glen and Lectar’s instruction had not only taught me new swordsmanship but had dramatically strengthened my existing techniques as well. My realm remained unchanged, yet the raw power I could now unleash was entirely different from before.

Boom!

After incinerating the blades of cold energy that poured down like rain, I charged directly at Binghyang.
I swung the Heavenly Sword downward, infusing it with the acceleration of Tae Hwa Yi Bo and the ferocity of Gwang A Sword.

“Kugh!”

Binghyang employed her slipping footwork, but I had already observed the pattern twice and grasped its flow.
Using Tae Hwa Sam Bo to twist her ankle, I closed in from her side.

“This is the end.”
“Not yet!”

Just as I was about to sever her neck, Binghyang planted her hand on the ground. Clearly, it was not a gesture of surrender.
From her fingertips erupted a tremendous surge of cold energy and demonic force, and a towering wave of frost rose from the ground to the ceiling.

‘Silver Aurora?’

It was similar in execution to Wrath’s Silver Aurora technique. Of course, the power difference between them was like heaven and earth.

‘She intends to freeze me entirely.’

A futile effort.

I let out a scoff and wielded the Manhwagong heat in the same manner as Binghyang.

Roooar!

A massive inferno infused with demonic force surged up, melting the ground and completely extinguishing the wave of cold energy that Binghyang had unleashed.

“Ah, aah….”

Binghyang trembled, her eyes quivering within the white steam, and staggered backward. A dull sound echoed as her back touched the edge of the barrier.

“You called yourself a vice-tower lord earlier.”

I approached Binghyang and tilted my chin to the side.

“Is he targeting me?”
“…Yes.”

Binghyang nodded, her lips pressed together.

“Even if you survive this place, you’ll eventually die by his hand….”
“So be it.”

I shrugged, as if to say she could think whatever she wished.

“You insolent bastard!”

Binghyang brought her hands together. A silvery radiance erupted from the center of her joined palms. Cold energy and demonic force converged and condensed, transforming into a deep blue beam that shot toward me.

“A final desperate struggle.”

I raised the Heavenly Sword with serene composure. A crimson heat line blazed across the silver blade, emanating an unsettling aura.

Manhwagong White Flower.
Red Severance.

The sharpest sword technique among Manhwagong’s arsenal cleaved through Binghyang’s final offensive.

The sound of splitting echoed.

The beam of condensed cold and demonic force split apart, and a crimson line appeared across Binghyang’s face as she stood at its end.

“You… you will never….”

Binghyang couldn’t even finish her last words before her body split in two and collapsed.

A soft sound.

I lightly flicked the Heavenly Sword, which bore no blood, and sheathed it.

‘I’ve certainly grown.’

Thanks to Glen and Lectar’s one-on-one instruction, my swordsmanship had reached an entirely different level.
I hadn’t yet touched the wall of Grandmaster, but it felt like I could defeat anyone at the Master level.

“Woooah….”
“I know that sword technique, but I can’t follow the flow.”
“What, what is this? Those two are tower lords! Why are they dying so easily?”
“Why won’t this man stop growing….”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen watched as I effortlessly cut down the two tower lords, their eyes wide as saucers.

“How long has it been since we saw him at the Lower Castle….”

Trevin was equally shocked, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

“Uaaaah….”
“Is he really human?”
“Insane. There’s no other word for it but insane.”

The Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen, equally unprepared for this outcome, trembled with jaws slack in bewilderment.

“D-did we survive? We actually survived?”
“Yes….”
“Thank you! Thank you so much!”

The people kidnapped by the Black Tower collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down their faces.

I bit my lip as I watched the trembling people with their hands clasped together.
Seeing innocent people dragged here as sacrifices reminded me of my past life, and my heart ached.
I wanted to get them out of this place as quickly as possible.

“Everyone, gather here.”

I gestured, calling the Gwangpung Corps, the Cheoljeon Unit, and the hostages to the center.

“How do we get out? All the demons are dead.”
“You told me to kill them, so I didn’t leave a single one alive.”
“No questions asked.”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan shook their heads, saying there were no surviving demons.

“It’s fine.”

I drove the Soul Reaper Sword, its blade fully unleashed, into the ground and offered a faint smile.

“This beast will devour every trace of demonic energy that forms this barrier.”

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“Mmm….”

Hyeol Unkgyeom felt someone shaking his shoulder and slowly opened his eyes.

“Huh?”

Through his blurred, whitened vision, he saw a man he never expected to find in this place.

‘Why is Baek Rangdo here?’

Baek Rangdo, an executive within the White Whale who ranked one tier above him, stood before his eyes.

“Are you alright?”
“How did you come to this place?”
“He sent me.”

Baek Rangdo’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Hyeol Unkgyeom’s severed arm.

“The omens were unfavorable, so he told me to come, but I never imagined it would be this severe….”

He exhaled a heavy sigh, unable to have predicted such circumstances.

“What in the world happened? Your mission was simply to remain hidden and observe the Demonic Humans emerging from this place.”
“Y-yes, that was all it was supposed to be, but a problem arose in the middle….”
“A problem?”
“Yes. Raon Zigheart suddenly appeared….”

Hyeol Unkgyeom recounted everything that had transpired in this place to Baek Rangdo.

“What, there’s actually a madman like that!”

Baek Rangdo furrowed his brow, incredulous that Baek Geomryong could be such a brute.

“This is not the time for anger. We… we must withdraw for now.”
“No, we cannot leave it at this.”
“Pardon? What do you mean…?”
“No matter how well you hid your bodies within Zigheart Territory, severing an arm is excessive. The White Whale’s pride is at stake. We cannot simply retreat!”

He shook his head, declaring this was no longer a matter between individuals, but between factions.

“I must sever your arm and exact payment for the coercion.”
“No, that won’t do!”

Hyeol Unkgyeom shook his head frantically.

“That man is simply insane! Reason cannot reach him!”

Though he refrained from mentioning who had struck first, even so, Baek Rangdo’s resolve seemed unlikely to waver.

“My words must be heeded.”

Baek Rangdo grabbed the sword hanging at his waist and twisted his mouth, wondering if he was even thinking of resorting to violence.

“But… but…”

Just as Hyeol Unkgyeom was about to cry out for them to leave, a pale yellow energy burst forth from the center of the Ice Field.

Crash!

The cracked Ice Field trembled as a dark dimension opened its maw, and from within it burst forth knights drenched in blood and ordinary-looking people.

“Crazy…”

Hyeol Unkgyeom stared at the Gwangpung Corps with his mouth agape.

“Did you really kill both Marun and Binghyang?”

No demons were visible anywhere except for swordsmen and ordinary people. The fact that I had entered a barrier no different from enemy territory, killed a layer master of the Black Tower, and escaped left me utterly speechless.

“Aaaaaahhhhh!”

Hyeol Unkgyeom searched for Raon and locked eyes with his arid gaze, letting out a scream. His eyes had sunk far heavier than when he entered, making it impossible to see them properly.

Baek Rangdo turned his gaze at the sound of Hyeol Unkgyeom’s scream. A swordsman with golden hair and crimson eyes came into view—the only word to describe him was beautiful.

‘Is this Raon Zigheart?’

His appearance was as strikingly beautiful as the intelligence suggested, but the sharp aura gleaming in those crimson eyes was far more impressive than his looks.

‘I should assess this as the power the rumors speak of.’

Baek Rangdo suppressed his initial urge to underestimate and straightened his clothes before approaching Raon.

“Are you the White Sword Dragon?”
“I am.”

Raon studied Baek Rangdo’s eyes and gave a small nod.

“I am Baek Rangdo of the White Whale. I hear you’ve left our people in such a state, so I must demand compensation for that.”

Baek Rangdo gestured toward Hyeol Unkgyeom, whose arm had been severed, his eyes narrowing.

“You’re from the White Whale?”
“Indeed. You’ve carelessly severed a man’s arm, and this is not something we can simply overlook. I will take this matter to Zigheart and….”
“Then you’ll come with me.”
“What? Why should I follow you!”
“I need to know how far you’re involved in this matter. Unless you want your arm flying off too….”

Raon surveyed the people still trembling in fear and bit his lip. His eyes sank with a chill so piercing it made one’s skin crawl.

“Shut up and follow me.”

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