The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 479

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Chapter 479

As Deningrose planted needles infused with earth mana in sixteen cardinal directions, a pale mist rose around the Dormitory.

However, it was as thin as the fog just before sunrise—so delicate that it seemed it would vanish instantly if I swept my hand through it.

“It’s called the Jade Mist Formation. It looks like thin fog, but if someone outside tries to observe this Mansion, the mist will thicken and prevent them from seeing clearly.”

Deningrose explained the Jade Mist Formation while sweeping her fingers through the mist.

“Hmm….”

I extended my mana perception to examine the flow of the Jade Mist Formation.

‘Serene.’

The mist swirled gently around the Mansion, then occasionally produced strong fluctuations.
It appeared to be a response designed to block external observation.

‘It doesn’t disrupt the natural flow.’

As I examined the Formation in detail, I felt no particularly rough edges. The installation seemed simple at first glance, but it was clearly a Formation of much higher sophistication than I’d initially assessed.

“You have considerable expertise in Formations.”
“I’ve studied it somewhat. However….”

Deningrose looked up at the sky and bit her lip slightly.

“I delved deeply into it after suffering greatly in Granseville.”

Recalling the time she’d been caught by the Apostle’s Formation in Granseville, her brow furrowed.

“I never wanted to see my squad members and the residents become sacrifices again.”
“I see.”

I smiled faintly as I watched Deningrose clench her small fist.

‘Impressive.’

Managing the duties of a Branch Head while mastering such intricate Formations—it couldn’t have been easy. No wonder she seemed even more formidable now.

‘The same goes for her.’

I turned my gaze to the right, observing Ensia with her face hidden behind a camera.
She too was a talent the Family Estate expected much from, handling numerous responsibilities, yet she had developed an entirely new Artifact that never existed before.

Seeing both Deningrose and Ensia grow beyond their previous selves filled me with pride, yet something tickled uncomfortably in my chest.

‘I feel like I’m standing still.’

Compared to these two who kept advancing, I seemed frozen in place—a bitter taste spreading across my tongue.

-Are you insane?!

Wrath, who had been lying there like a dried fish, suddenly bolted upright.

-Standing still? You fool!
‘What?’
-You’ve changed the most of all, yet you spout such nonsense like you’re eating Cerberus dung!
‘Cerberus dung?’
-You’ve grown by sucking the True Demon King’s power dry, and still you mutter such rubbish! Your conscience must be covered in fur!

Wrath furrowed his brow, as if questioning how any human could be so greedy.

‘Is that so?’

I clenched my right fist, testing it.
My martial cultivation had plateaued recently, which is why I’d spoken honestly, but the truth was I had grown considerably. Perhaps I should ease my mind and move forward with greater confidence.

‘Thanks for the encouragement.’
-I didn’t encourage you! I cursed you out!
‘Either way, it helped.’

I tapped Wrath’s head lightly, then opened the Dormitory’s main entrance.
I bowed to the warriors waiting outside and gestured for them to enter.

“You’ve waited long enough. Please, come in.”

The warriors’ eyes gleamed like sunlight reflecting off the Lake.

“So you’ll accept a sparring match?”
“I came on the off chance, but fortune smiles upon us.”
“Thank you!”
“I won’t forget this kindness!”

The warriors’ cheeks flushed with anticipation at the prospect of sparring.

‘As expected.’

There’s no scent of Baekgyeong here.

It seemed Heekyuk Je had sent only warriors with no connection to me to avoid repeating yesterday’s failure.

“Yes, I accept the sparring match. However….”

I smiled as I faced Dumtkan of the Trevan Family, who had supposedly arrived first.

“Before sparring with me, what if we first pit your Trevan Family warriors against my subordinates?”
“You mean my disciples?”

Dumtkan blinked as he looked at the disciples standing behind him.

“Yes. Since your levels are comparable, it should be beneficial for both sides.”
“Hmm, indeed, all the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen are of superior and supreme rank.”

Dumtkan nodded as he examined the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen one by one.

“However, my disciples reached their current realm quite some time ago. The gap in experience will likely create a significant difference in the sparring.”

He seemed confident in his disciples’ abilities, worried that the Gwangpung Corps might suffer complete defeat and lose confidence.

It wasn’t sarcasm—he genuinely seemed to believe the outcome was already decided.

“We don’t mind.”

I shook my head gently.

“Well, what do you all think?”

When Dumtkan turned back to ask, his disciples immediately nodded in agreement.

“We’re in!”
“Please let us spar!”
“We’ve always wanted to fight against Zigheart’s swordsmen.”

Dumtkan’s disciples also bowed their heads, pleading their case.

“It’s decided then.”

I instructed the Trevan Family’s warriors to prepare themselves, then turned back to the Gwangpung Corps.

“You all heard that?”
“This is definitely a good opportunity. I’ve been wanting to see how much we’ve grown.”

Burren Zigheart licked his lips as he gazed at the Trevan Family’s warriors.

“We haven’t even started and you’re already looking down on us? Want to get crushed?”

Martha’s nose wrinkled as she glared at Dumtkan, who had suggested the Gwangpung Corps would struggle.

“I’m ready.”

Lunan Slion nodded as if it didn’t matter when they started.
Though she still held an ice cream in her hand.

“Then the first match will be Crain.”

I called out Crain’s name while looking at the three squad leaders.

“Huh? Me?”

Crain’s mouth fell open, having assumed it wasn’t his turn yet.

“This is usually the squad leader’s responsibility….”
“You’re Crain, our vanguard.”

I muttered for him to hurry out and flicked my fingers.

“Lose, and you’re dead.”

Martha raised her fist toward Crain.

“Martha’s right about this. The vanguard must always win.”

Burren Zigheart nodded with cold eyes.

“….”

Lunan Slion silently gripped Seolhwa’s sword. It was an even more coercive gesture than Martha’s.

“Well, understood! I’ll crush him and be back!”

Crain swallowed hard and rose from his chair.

“Don’t hold back. Give it everything.”

I patted Crain’s back lightly.
In the past, I’d believed that adjusting strength and accommodating my opponent was a matter of courtesy, but my thinking had changed.

Coming to this place and requesting a duel meant they wanted to see the real thing—so facing them with full power was the true courtesy.

“Yes!”

Crain let out a fierce cry and stepped into the center of the Training Ground.

“I am Henry of the Trevan Family.”
“I am Crain of Zigheart!”

The two swordsmen exchanged greetings and immediately drew their blades.

“Then, begin.”

The moment I raised my hand, Henry moved first. He stepped forward with a light footwork and brought his sword down harshly.

“Ugh!”

Crain slid sideways and unleashed a wave of sword energy.

Clang!

Sword energy clashed against sword energy, and a violent impact resonated through the Training Ground.
Yet it was Henry, who had initiated the attack, who was pushed back first.

“Argh!”

Henry tried to hastily regain his stance, but Crain didn’t miss the opening.
He advanced with a direct footwork and unleashed a second sword strike from below.

Crash!

Crain’s vicious sword energy spread in a fan pattern, shattering Henry’s unstable sword posture.

Rip!

Henry’s grip tore open, and the sword he was holding embedded itself in the Training Ground floor.

“What?”

Crain’s eyes widened in surprise as he looked down at the fallen Henry.

“Why is he so weak….”
“Victory goes to Crain!”

I announced Crain’s victory to prevent him from saying anything disrespectful.

“This… this can’t be….”

Dumtkan’s lips trembled as he watched his student drop his sword.

‘Henry was clearly stronger than this….’

I hadn’t expected Henry to fall so easily, given that he stood at a higher realm than the swordsman called Crain.
The defeat was so overwhelming that I couldn’t even call it carelessness—words simply wouldn’t come.

‘If it were a squad leader like the Whirlwind Swordsman or the Rakshasa Woman, I could understand. But losing to a nameless member of the Gwangpung Corps…’

I’d come here to learn, that much was true, but that was my own affair. My disciples losing to the Gwangpung Corps was an entirely different matter.

“Kenin!”
“Yes!”

This time, to ensure we didn’t lose again, I called upon Kenin, my most promising disciple. On the verge of breaking through the Master’s wall, he would never fall to anyone.

“Martha.”

After observing the young warrior named Kenin, I called for Martha.

“Should I crush him with full force?”
“Don’t crush him too badly….”

I waved my hand, cautioning her not to defeat him too harshly.

“Rakshasa Woman. Go easy on him.”

Lunan Slion cupped her hands before her mouth and shouted something that was either encouragement or something else entirely.

“Want me to fight you first? Huh?”
“Later.”

Martha stopped herself from lunging at Lunan Slion and pushed her toward the Training Ground.

“I am Kenin of the Trevan Family.”
“Martha of Zigheart.”

Martha introduced herself with a furrowed brow, clearly irritated by Lunan Slion’s taunting.

“Match start!”

The moment I raised my hand, Martha moved first.

“Huff.”

Kenin assumed a defensive stance, as if asking whether I knew anything about Martha first.

“You intend to defend yourself?”

Martha smiled coldly and raised her sword overhead. Her blade gleamed with golden light, and a tremendous pressure erupted from it.

Crack-crack-crack-crack!

A single slash descended like lightning. Her sword strike, infused with enlightenment of the earth attribute, carried the weight of Mount Tai itself.

“Ugh!

Kenin poured all his strength into the sword he’d raised diagonally, but he couldn’t withstand Martha’s blade.
His legs dug into the ground, and his sword hand trembled as if it would shatter.

Boom-crash!

A massive impact erupted, and black smoke billowed upward.

Whoosh!

As I summoned wind to disperse the smoke, Kenin appeared—unconscious with his eyes rolled back.
His sword lay broken in half on the ground.

“Far too weak.”

Martha clicked her tongue while looking at the unconscious Kenin.

“I held back, so consider yourself lucky.”

She mentioned that she’d controlled her strength, then returned to the Gwangpung Corps’ position.

“I see.”

I assessed Kenin’s condition and offered a faint smile.
Though the sound was loud and a powerful impact had occurred, Kenin suffered no serious injuries.
It seemed she’d honored my request not to cripple him.

“Hah….”

Dumtkan shook his head, his complexion sallow with disbelief. He couldn’t accept that his disciples had fallen in succession.

“Let’s begin the next match.”

I lightly tamped down the Training Ground and called to Dumtkan.

“…Understood. Kaman.”

Dumtkan bit his lip and gestured to the swordsman standing directly behind him. He was a warrior of comparable skill to the unconscious Kenin.

“Lunan.”
“Got it.”

Lunan Slion nodded and stepped into the Training Ground. Her fierce gaze remained unchanged, yet beneath it lay a profound composure.

“I am Kaman.”
“Lunan Slion.”

The two bowed to each other.

“Begin.”

Having witnessed the previous two matches, Kaman neither moved rashly nor solidified his defense.
Instead, he began with probing strikes, unleashing keen sword energy.

Crack!

Lunan Slion stepped forward with her upper body bent low. Frost coiled around her form, casting a soft blue luminescence.

“Hnn!”

The instant Lunan Slion moved, Kaman unleashed a barrage of sword strikes. Seven blades of energy surged forth in that fleeting moment, targeting her entire body.

‘Got her!’

Unless she were a Master, blocking all those strikes was impossible.
The moment gaps appeared, I would unleash a second volley and seize victory.

Just as Kaman gathered his aura while anticipating Lunan Slion’s response.

Whoooosh!

Lunan Slion’s figure vanished like a phantom, and the sword energy he unleashed tore through empty air.

“What… what is this…?”

As Kaman opened his mouth in shock, a blue blade pressed against his throat.

Lunan Slion had repositioned behind him and completely subdued him.

“I… I’ve lost.”

Kaman dropped his sword, which was dense with aura, and conceded defeat.
His expression still showed he didn’t understand what had just happened.

“Well fought.”

Lunan Slion nodded respectfully to Kaman before stepping back.

After Lunan Slion, the Gwangpung Corps continued their flawless streak, completely overwhelming warriors who had come from various families and kingdoms without a single defeat.
In truth, every match ended so quickly that calling them sparring matches felt like a stretch.

“How is this… possible?”
“Our level is clearly superior, yet we can’t win even once!”
“Even for Zigheart, there’s an age difference—how could this be…?”

The middle-aged warriors, witnessing their disciples and subordinates suffer one-sided defeats, stared at the Gwangpung Corps with incomprehension in their eyes.

Only I smiled without the slightest hint of alarm.

‘If they lost, that would be the strange thing.’

Who trained them, after all.

The Gwangpung Unit’s victory today was built upon their sweat and effort.
Once a week, I etched death into their bodies through one-on-one sparring, and sharpened their mental fortitude through hellish training.
Even with differences in realm, victory was inevitable.

‘And on top of that….’

I smiled more deeply as I observed Burren Zigheart, Lunan Slion, and Martha.

‘Those three are especially remarkable.’

After completing their regular training, all three had sought out Rimer for additional instruction.
They’d undergone elemental training to unlock the Sword Realm Manifestation, yet their fundamental martial prowess had grown noticeably instead.
It seemed all three would reach Master rank within a relatively short time.

I nodded appreciatively to the entire Gwangpung Corps, acknowledging their efforts, then approached Dumtkan.

“It’s our turn now, isn’t it?”
“Ah, yes, I know.”

Dumtkan nodded and ascended to the Training Ground.
His eyes settled instantly, as if he’d never been caught off guard. The composure of a true Master-rank warrior returned in a heartbeat.

“Begin the match!”

Once we were ready, Mark Goeten, who was officiating, stepped beside us and lowered his hand.

“Hnn!”

Dumtkan moved first. He lowered his stance and pushed off the ground, launching forward in a single breath and unleashing his blade with full force. From the perfectly straight sword trajectory, an eerie aura emanated.

‘A properly honed swordsmanship.’

Just as Deningrose had said, Dumtkan’s martial art possessed sharpness within quietude. It was a thrust worthy of serving as a textbook.

‘But….’

My heart doesn’t race.

Perhaps it was because I’d just witnessed the intention-based martial art that Guisalchang had unleashed. Dumtkan’s sword momentum felt far too light.

‘It’s time to advance further.’

I smiled faintly and adjusted my grip on the Heavenly Sword.

Manhwagong Baekwhoa.
Hoecheon.

Spiraling flames erupted from the blade of the Heavenly Sword, tracing the tail of a comet.

Screeeech!

The powerful energy Dumtkan had unleashed melted away in an instant, leaving only the crimson trajectory of Hoecheon hanging in the empty air.

Raon lowered the Heavenly Sword and bowed his head.

“That was a worthy match.”

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“I… I have been defeated.”

With Baiton’s declaration of defeat—the final challenger and captain of the Holy Knights of the Shuper Holy Kingdom—everyone who had entered the Dormitory knelt before Raon.

“You have my gratitude for the match.”

Raon sheathed the Heavenly Sword and bowed to Baiton.

Following the Gwangpung Unit’s dominance, I had subdued all five opponents—knights’ commanders, heads of families, and clan leaders—within five matches, and the Dormitory had fallen into a silence as profound as a library.

The faces of all the martial artists who had challenged me, believing themselves to be of similar skill, had turned ashen and pale.

“Hmm….”

I gazed at the Training Ground floor, which had suffered almost no damage, and clicked my tongue.

‘I wonder how this will play out.’

I hadn’t held back out of courtesy as a martial artist—I’d displayed my true strength—and I had no idea how they would accept it.

If they came here as true martial artists, I’d thank them for facing me properly. But if they’re people influenced by Heekyuk Je, they’d spread unfavorable rumors.

“Raon.”

As I gazed into the distance, envisioning what lay ahead, I heard the voices of Dumtkan and the other martial artists from behind me.
Turning around, all those who had requested the matches approached with their hands clasped together.

“Thank you.”

Every martial artist gripped their sword hilts and bowed at a perfect right angle. Their voices carried profound emotion.

“Thank you for not dismissing us and facing us with genuine intent.”
“Though the matches were brief, we learned so much.”
“If you had shown mercy and prolonged the fights, I would have been disappointed.”
“Your clean, decisive style is actually refreshing.”

Even the swordsmen who had used casual speech due to their position as Head of House now spoke with respect and smiled.

“Of course that’s how it should be.”

I nodded, wearing a smile similar to theirs.

‘They’ve accepted it well.’

Looking at everyone’s eyes, I could tell they understood why I had faced them with sincerity. The language forged by the sword had been understood.

“Until next time.”
“We’ll train based on what we learned today and request another match.”
“May fortune favor your path forward.”

The swordsmen bowed once more and departed from the Zigheart Dormitory one by one.

—Huh?

Wrath looked up at the darkening sky, his mouth falling open.

—It’s over already? What kind of situation is this!
‘I promised to keep my word.’

I let out a soft chuckle as I watched Wrath’s eyes widen in surprise.

-Finally you’ve come to your senses! You’ve become a demon at last!

He patted my shoulder enthusiastically, praising himself for his role in my transformation.

‘But I’m still human….’

As I exhaled silently while observing Wrath, I heard soft footsteps approaching from behind.

“You finished quickly, yet you seem pleased. Is that unexpected?”

Deningrose glanced at the Dormitory door where the swordsmen had departed, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“It’s only natural. They are all neutral martial artists who have never caused any problems and devoted themselves solely to their training.”

She deepened her smile as she continued speaking.

“Heekyuk Je deliberately sent only such warriors, but ironically, it has become a great advantage for you, Raon.”

Deningrose smiled, knowing they would spread positive rumors about Zigheart to others.

“That does seem to be the case.”
“Now I’ll dismantle the formation.”

As she reached for her sewing kit tucked beneath her dress hem, a photograph that had been wedged inside tumbled out onto the ground.

“Ah….”

Deningrose’s mouth fell open. Her face flushed with a color I’d never seen before.

“This is… this can’t be….”
“No need to be embarrassed! Fan number three!”

Ensia lowered her camera and shook her head with satisfaction.

“It’s only human nature to want to keep looking at someone so ridiculously handsome!”

She nodded as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.

“A third fan? There’s a second one?”
“Over there.”

Ensia pointed to the right.

“Handsome Raon.”

Lunan Slion muttered “handsome” in a flat voice.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled deeply and picked up the fallen photograph. It showed me with a slight frown, apparently taken during my gambling match with Guisalchang.
He had a slightly furrowed brow, as if wondering whether it was taken when he was gambling with Guisalchang.

“Um…”

Deningrose hung her head low and extended her hand.

“Pardon?”
“Please give me that.”
Give me that.

I never thought you’d ask me for a photo.

It seemed like I had taken a liking to this photo. I swallowed hard and handed it over.

“Th-thank you!”

Deningrose quickly retreated with hurried steps without lifting her face.

“I like that embarrassed expression too! You’re so charming!”

Ensia cried out that it was so good and activated the camera.

“How on earth did you make that camera?”

Raon covered his face with his palm and turned his head toward Ensia.

I don’t understand how paper keeps coming out of something so small. Ever since yesterday, I’ve been curious about how that camera artifact works.

“To spread your visage across the world, Raon.”
“Huh….”

My jaw dropped. Developing an entirely new artifact for such a reason was extraordinary—I couldn’t even muster words of praise.

“It must have been difficult?”
“Of course it wasn’t easy.”

Ensia nodded while gesturing toward the camera.

“Initially, I used the theory of the camera obscura—drilling a small hole in a darkened chamber to project an inverted image of the outside world on the opposite side. The problem was that while observation was possible, capturing an actual photograph wasn’t. So I embedded mana-infused gems to develop the current method.”
“Mana-infused gems?”
“Yes. Using mana stones alone proved too potent and shattered the device. So I distributed the force by utilizing gems attuned to each element instead. The principles of spatial pocket dimensions were incorporated as well.”
“Ah….”

I let my hand fall limply as my mouth hung open in a daze.

“Distributing force through elemental properties….”

The moment Ensia’s explanation reached me, crimson and azure lightning flashed through my mind.
A new method for operating Manhwagong and Glacia began to crystallize.

“That’s right. I don’t need to focus solely on two elements. There’s another way….”
-Huh?

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he watched my eyes grow increasingly vacant.

-Hey! Where are you going! Come back! Why now of all times!

I couldn’t fathom why I was slipping into this state of transcendence just when we were about to eat.

-You crazy bastard! Snap out of it! Just eat first! Eat and then go! I’ll let you go after that!

Though Wrath called out to me endlessly, my consciousness did not return.

I knew it would come to this! There’s no way things would go smoothly for the True Demon King! I knew it all along!

Wrath spat curses at the sky before dropping his shoulders like a wet towel.

-Yaaah….

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