The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 459

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Chapter 459

Silence descended upon the Grand Training Grounds, packed with spectators.

I lowered my gaze calmly. A massive rectangular chasm had been gouged into the Sparring Arena, carved from taebyeongseok—stone renowned for its hardness even among stone.
The same shape as the Heavenly Sword. This was the destructive power of Daeyon Jungcheon, the first technique of the Changung Sword.

‘I’m beginning to understand what it means to contain the heavens.’

Even though I hadn’t unfolded it as perfectly as Glen had, the destructive force was astonishing. It was a staggering result, even accounting for the fact that I had focused solely on weight.

‘But the aura consumption is severe.’

My lack of mastery in swordsmanship meant aura expenditure was catastrophic. Though dizzy from exhaustion, I approached the chasm I had created without letting it show on my face.

Airand was embedded in the deeply carved, blackened pit like an insect.

“Ugh…”

He released a thin groan as though death were imminent, his distorted eyes lifting toward me.

“You look comfortable.”

I gazed down at Airand with cold eyes.

“You can’t even scream, no matter how much you want to.”

Every bone in Airand’s body had shattered, his muscles had ruptured, and even his core had been crushed.
He was in a state where he wanted to scream from pain so unbearable it made him wish for death, yet could not.

“Does it hurt?”

I curled my lips into a smile, watching Airand’s face as veins bulged from the excruciating pain.

“Those you abandoned suffered far greater loneliness and far greater pain.”

The swordsmen who entered the White Lotus Society had believed in Airand and drawn their blades to honor the family name.

However, Airand had used their faith and loyalty merely as a stepping stone to accumulate achievements, then discarded them without hesitation.

Sending his existing swordsmen to their deaths to recruit more capable ones—it was an act beyond forgiveness.

“Master, kill me.”

Airand forced his mouth open. His speech was slurred, but his meaning was unmistakable.

“Death would be a mercy for you.”

I let my voice fall with a chilling dryness.

“I won’t kill you until you experience far deeper agony and terror than those swordsmen who died abandoned by you.”

In truth, when I had unleashed the Grand Celestial Severance, I could have easily ended Airand’s life.
It was a duel, and given his reputation had hit rock bottom, I wouldn’t have faced serious consequences for his death.

But I deliberately spared him because I wanted him to experience suffering far more profound than death.

I wanted him to live stripped of his formidable power, bereft of his fame and status, drowning in nothing but emptiness and pain.

“Hhhhh….”

I bit my lip as I watched Airand tremble violently, consumed by terror.

‘Old memories surface.’

My past life had been an endless hell. Kidnapped by Derus Robert’s subordinates, I had lived my entire existence as an assassin, only to end up in a boiling cauldron.
Because the darkness-shrouded life of my previous existence seemed to mirror the fate of the swordsmen who had died trusting in Airand, a frigid rage ignited within me.

‘Wait for it, Derus Robert.’

I will strip you of far more than I took from this wretch.

“Please, please….”
“I hope you live a long time.”

I turned away from Airand, who was begging for death, offering him a cheerful smile.

-Well done!

Wrath leaped into the air like a frog.

-Those wretches who treat their subordinates not as valued members but as mere stepping stones deserve suffering far worse than death!

He turned toward the hole where Airand had been and swung his round fists with fury.

-Had the True Demon King been here, I would have driven thousands of frost spikes through that bastard’s body, frozen him solid, and left him for ten thousand years.
‘That’s… actually terrifying.’

Even I, who had lived as an assassin, felt cold sweat drip down my back at the thought of such agony.

-Anyway, since it’s all over now, are you going to set up that pearl ice cream buffet?

Wrath’s blue face flushed red—he had been waiting for nothing else.

‘Just a moment longer. There’s still something I need to do.’

I gestured to the Announcer, who sat dazed on his backside.

“It’s over.”
“Huh? Oh!”

The Announcer blinked and scrambled to his feet. He rushed to the hole that had been the Sparring Arena, checked Airand’s condition, and raised his hand.

“The victor of this duel is Raon Zigheart!”

His hoarse voice echoed across the Grand Training Grounds, and the spectators began to regain their senses one by one.

“Ah…”
“R-Raon. Raon won!”
“He didn’t just win—he completely overwhelmed him!”
“What was that sword mark? Can you even call that a sword mark?”
“When Airand’s aura covered the sky, I thought it was all over, but that swordsmanship was…”
“Is this really a fight between humans? They seem like entirely different races.”

The warriors swallowed hard as they recalled the final clash between Raon and Airand.

“Raon.”
“Raon did well!”
“Hmph! That’s the bare minimum for a Gwangpung Corps commander.”
“But what else did he learn!”
“I’m telling you, he’s a madman of a commander!”
“If anyone rebels now, they’ll end up buried in the ground….”

Lunan, Burren, Martha, and the other Gwangpung Corps swordsmen waved their hands with bright smiles, as if they had known this all along.

“Wooooooooo!”
“Raon! Raon! Raon!”
“White Sword Dragon! White Sword Dragon!”
“Thank you for taking down Airand! That was so satisfying!”
“That was the most thrilling battle we’ll ever see!”

The spectators joined the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen in chanting my name.
Since Airand’s reputation was so poor, it seemed the entire Training Ground was cheering for me.

I surveyed the Spectator Stands while listening to the crowd’s roar—twice as loud as when I first entered.

“Raon!”
“Young Master!”
“You did well!”

I heard Sylvia and her attendants’ voices trembling with emotion and turned toward where the White Lotus Society swordsmen stood.

The commanders and officers looked as though they’d bitten into excrement, their faces twisted in displeasure, but the ordinary swordsmen behind them stood with clasped hands, their lips trembling.
The shadow that Airand had cast over their shoulders seemed to have finally lifted.

I offered a gentle smile to the swordsmen who had finally obtained the freedom my past self had yearned for.

‘I hope you make better choices next time.’

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“Th-That!”

Valdemar shattered his chair as he shot to his feet.

“How could a mere Master infuse will into a technique….”

He stared at me with an expression of disbelief, his jaw trembling.

“This doesn’t make sense!”

Infusing a swordsman’s will into swordplay was typically only possible after reaching Grand Master rank.
I couldn’t fathom how a fledgling who hadn’t even touched the threshold of Grand Master could accomplish such a feat.

“Hmm.”

Karun also released a low groan of bewilderment.

“That swordplay itself seems to contain an extraordinary burden. Yet no matter how exceptional the technique, how could a Master possibly….”

He stared at me in disbelief, gnawing at his lips.

“….”

Denier gazed at me with an unusually pallid expression, as though wearing a mask.

“Insane….”
“The White Lotus Master being pushed back so completely….”
“And he’s not even twenty-one yet?”
“Among the Masters, he’s in the upper echelon. Actually, besides the Gonggeom Master, there’s no one who could defeat him.”
“This is absurd. Even with the Head of House’s blood, this is excessive….”
“Why is he still a Deputy Master? He seems stronger than Rimer.”
“A blade that carries will….”

The Masters and Unit Leaders’ faces turned ashen. They knew I was strong, but they hadn’t anticipated anything like this—their eyes widened as if they might burst from their sockets.

“Hahaha!”

Serena burst into refreshing laughter.

“Is that your answer? Fine. I concede.”

She nodded in acknowledgment as she watched Raon standing confidently.

“Impressive.”

Roen wetted his dry lips as if genuinely amazed.

“The White Lotus Society Master’s final attack was difficult to block unless you were a Grand Master, but you cut through it cleanly.”
“I was quite surprised this time as well.”

Sheryl blinked her eyes, which had grown as wide as billiard balls, and let out a hollow laugh.

“He’s far exceeded the range of talent I anticipated. If he continues like this, we might not even need to strike at the North-South Alliance.”

She shook her head, murmuring that he seemed likely to reach Grand Master before turning twenty-two.

“Ahem.”

Glen released the muscles in his lips that he had been holding back while listening to the executives’ praise and the audience’s cheers. The corners of his mouth rose as if they would pierce the ceiling and touch the sky.

‘He finally did it.’

Even with yesterday’s final lesson, Raon had not yet achieved the pinnacle of the Heavenly Sword. I had thought I was pushing him too hard in my teaching, but the boy had ultimately revealed the beginning of the Spear of Heaven’s Palace here in this important venue.
I thought I had pushed myself too hard in teaching him, but in the end, that guy showed me the beginning of the Cangqiong Sword technique in this important place.

“You did really well!”

His heart trembled seeing his beloved grandson punish the family’s criminal with the swordsmanship he had personally taught him.
She barely held back the urge to shout Raon’s name like the spectators, clenching her fists.

“Hahaha.”
“Heh heh heh.”

As Sheryl and Roen let out laughter at the sight of Glen’s beaming smile, a refreshing breeze blew from the end of the executive seating area.

“Damn, whoever’s student that is sure knows how to fight.”

It’s Rimer. He smoothed out his wrinkled sleeve and climbed up to the executive seating area.

“Isn’t that right? Do you know whose disciple that is?”
“That… isn’t he Rimer’s disciple?”

The Unit Commander at the front pointed toward Rimer.

“Exactly! You know your stuff!”

Rimer clapped his hands and nodded enthusiastically.

“It’s because I taught him that such a monster was born! If it had been anyone else, it would’ve been impossible!”

He proclaimed that Raon’s strength was the result of his own instruction and training.

“Tch….”

Glen bit his lip. An overwhelming urge surged through him—to smash that red-haired elf’s head for calling Raon his disciple, to shout that he was the one who taught that swordsmanship.

“Sigh….”

Sheryl exhaled and descended from the platform.

“You really….”
“But listen.”

As she tried to stop Rimer, his voice dropped heavily.

“That little rat must’ve given something to Airand.”

His cold gaze swept across the executive seats.

“I visited Airand in the infirmary to tease him, and he wasn’t at that level back then. His realm was the same, but he absolutely couldn’t produce that much power. Someone must’ve done something.”
“Hmm….”

Sheryl lowered her hand and closed her mouth.

‘That’s certainly true.’

I could tell because I’d investigated Airand directly. The man from a month ago and the man now were completely different.
It wasn’t just the quantity of aura—he was wielding an absurd power as if he’d learned something special.
I’d forgotten about it in the wake of Raon’s victory, but it was certainly strange.

“Are you suspecting us right now?”

Karun glared at Rimer with eyes brimming with irritation.

“This isn’t a place for someone like you. Stop spouting nonsense and get out.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m an executive too.”

Rimer pointed to the emblem carved with the Master’s mark. Thanks to the countless wrinkles in his clothes, the mark was all the more visible.

“Still spouting rubbish, I see.”

Valdemar also glared at Rimer, his expression darkening.

“What could someone of your meager skill possibly discern?”
“Woof woof!”

Rimer barked like a dog and laughed with a grin.

“You!”
“That damned bastard….”
“Ah, I’m not finished yet.”

He waved his hand dismissively at Karun and Valdemar, then walked toward the center of the platform.

“Hmm….”

Rimer looked up at the executives and curled his lips into a smile.

“Actually, whether you gave Airand an elixir or a martial technique doesn’t matter to me. But I wanted to thank whoever it was for all their hard work. Thanks to you, I’m making quite a bit of money!”

He waved the gambling vouchers on his fingers and climbed to the highest platform.

“What do you think about this, Head of House?”

Glen looked down from the platform at Rimer’s words. The executives swallowed hard and trembled at his gaze, which felt like it was squeezing their hearts.

“You’re right. Helping others is a matter of personal choice. However….”

His gaze slowly descended toward me.

“In the end, it was all pointless. The Cheongryeong Group and even the White Lotus Society. Whoever they are, they wasted quite a lot.”

Glen had already discerned what Airand had received, and a sneer played across his lips.

“Exactly! We earned money and made a fool look foolish—two birds with one stone….”
“Silence!”

Sheryl struck Rimer across the head, and only then did his laughter cease.

“Head of House. It appears we should conclude matters now.”

Roen bowed his head to Glen with a faint smile.

“Indeed.”

Glen nodded and rose from his seat, walking to the edge of the platform.

“The victor of today’s duel is Raon Zigheart, Commander of the Gwangpung Corps.”
“Ooooooooo!”
“Waaaaaaaaaa!”
“Raon! Raon! Raon!”

At the Head of House’s declaration of victory, a tremendous roar erupted across the entire Training Ground. Not only the warriors, but the servants and officials alike chanted my name.

“I will now reveal the condition that Raon Zigheart wagered in this duel.”

In a duel, the conditions wagered between combatants are revealed only after the victor is determined. The spectators fell silent and fixed their gazes upon Glen’s lips.

“Raon Zigheart sought to expel Airand, Master of the White Lotus Society, who had privately exploited and sacrificed the White Lotus Society’s swordsmen, thereby protecting the swordsmen who revealed the truth in this matter.”
“Ahhh….”
“That… that was the condition?”
“So it wasn’t revenge to obstruct the mission after all….”
“Right. He opened this duel to protect the White Lotus Society’s swordsmen.”
“Hmph, his character is as refined as his martial prowess.”

Given the circumstances, rumors about what Airand had done to the White Lotus Society had already spread widely. However, the conditions of the duel remained undisclosed, and when people learned of my consideration in protecting the White Lotus Society, their jaws dropped.

“By the victor’s terms, effective immediately, Airand is permanently expelled from the White Lotus Society. Furthermore, through the Heavenly Sword Master’s investigation, numerous swordsmen sacrificed by Airand have been identified, and he is hereby sentenced to life imprisonment!”

“Uooooooo!”

At Glen’s proclamation, another tremendous roar erupted from the Spectator Stands.

“Ugh…”

Unable to endure both the physical and psychological shock, Airand lost consciousness with his eyes rolled back.

“Raon Zigheart.”

At Glen’s call, I wiped the blood trickling down my forehead and stood before him.

“Well done.”

At those words, the Main Lineage members turned to look at Glen. It was the first time they had shown such interest in a duel’s victor, and everyone seemed taken aback.

“Thank you.”

I bowed to Glen before turning around. I also bowed to those who had cheered me on today as a gesture of gratitude.

“Uooooooo!”
“White Sword Dragon! You’re the best!”
“We look forward to your future!”
“Thank you, Raon!”
“Rise even higher!”

The warriors cheered with voices hoarse from shouting, waving their hands. Seeing most of the people here calling out my name, my heart pounded like a drum.

‘It never gets old, no matter how many times I feel it.’

Perhaps it was because I hadn’t been able to make my name and face known in my past life. When people called my name and cheered, warmth seemed to surge through my entire body.

-It’s all over now, right?

Wrath tapped my shoulder with a smile.

-Now is the time to fulfill our promise! Let’s head to the Pearl Ice Cream Shop right now and buy everything!
‘I know.’

I nodded. Since Wrath had endured a whole month of waiting, I was determined to keep my promise to set up a full buffet of Pearl Ice Cream for him.

-Then let’s go immediately!

I was nodding and about to leave the Grand Training Grounds when it happened.

“Huh…?”

A middle-aged man waving from the right side with tears streaming down his face looked familiar.

“Look! He’s one of our shop’s regular customers! Raon! That was truly magnificent!”

The middle-aged man with the impressive mustache—he was the Restaurant Manager of the Pearl Ice Cream Shop.

-Eh?

Wrath also recognized the manager and dropped his jaw.

-Why is that mustache here! Did you leave the shop unattended?!

He shook his head as if utterly bewildered.

“Hehehehe! Today’s on me! Everyone come along!”

The Ice Cream Shop manager linked arms with his companions and suggested heading to a tavern.

-Damn it! Hey! You left the shop empty and now you’re going where?!

Wrath’s blue cotton candy body began turning red, shifting toward a strawberry flavor.

‘Hmm, it doesn’t look like today will work out…’
-What nonsense! Grab that mustache right now! Drag him back and make him open the door!
‘That’s impossible.’

The shop owner had decided to close and take a break—there was nothing I could do about it. It was simply impossible.

-Why in the world is this happening to me?! How could the world treat the True Demon King this way! I’ve lived such a virtuous life!

Wrath shook his fist at the heavens, claiming that despite being a Demon Lord, he had lived righteously.

-There must be forces conspiring to undermine the True Demon King….

As he thrashed about with a wail, a message materialized before his eyes.

[You have achieved victory by overwhelming a superior opponent.]
[All stat increases….]
[Trait acquisition….]

Wrath’s raised hand trembled as he read the message.

-I’m going to lose my mind!

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