The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 487

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Chapter 487

The Sparring Arena erupted with a deafening boom as Martha was sent sliding backward in a violent recoil.

Her silken black hair fluttered amid clouds of gray sand dust, and her once-pristine Gwangpung Corps uniform was torn in places, stained with blood.

Yet Martha’s expression remained composed. Like a seasoned commander who had weathered countless battles, she gazed down at Kalon with eyes of unwavering clarity.

Whoooosh!

As Martha twisted her wrist, the aura coalescing upon her blade blazed with even more brilliant radiance, sweeping forth with devastating force. It shimmered with the hue of a setting sun.

“Is that… Sword Master?”
“Impossible…”
“It’s Master-level aura!”
“The Demon Woman has become a Master!”
“I’ve only heard tales of it. This is the first time I’ve witnessed an awakening during combat…”

The spectators swallowed hard as they beheld the tangible aura radiating from Martha’s blade.
An awakening in the midst of battle was extraordinarily rare, and everyone’s eyes widened in astonishment.

“At twenty-one, isn’t she the youngest Master since Raon Zigheart?”
“The Demon Woman is twenty-two. Still, that’s absurdly fast.”
“Does Zigheart have a human mine or something? How do they produce so many talents?”
“Now that she’s become a Master, can she defeat Kalon?”
“That seems unlikely.”
“Right. She’s sustained injuries, and she just awakened. Victory is impossible.”

The crowd believed that even with Martha’s ascension to Master, she could not prevail against Kalon, who remained undiminished.

“Hah…”

Martha paid no heed to the opinions of others, focusing entirely on her own body and her opponent.

‘I can still do this.’

The greatest advantage of Titan’s Aura was not its power or weight, but its resilience.
I had sustained numerous external injuries, but the internal damage was manageable. As long as my spirit held firm, I could fight indefinitely.

A fierce wind swept across the Sparring Arena, clearing away the dust and revealing Kalon’s figure.

He rotated his wrist with casual ease, as though nothing had transpired. The wind dissipated the haze, exposing him completely.

Martha narrowed her eyes as she studied Kalon’s face.

‘Has his internal damage worsened?’

The trickle of blood that had seeped from the corner of his mouth before he unleashed his aura seemed thicker now. The recent collision appeared to have inflicted more severe internal injuries upon him.

‘Then this is manageable.’

If he had sustained internal damage proportional to my inability to endure prolonged combat, then this battle held genuine promise of victory.

“Impressive.”

Kalon lifted his blade with a light smile, as if he remained unscathed.

“That was my mistake. I shouldn’t have underestimated you.”
“You’re only realizing that now?”
“Yes. Only now. So then….”

He drew his blade back and extended his left hand forward—the stance of a charging sword technique.

“From this moment on, I fight with everything I have!”

Before his words even reached my ears, Kalon’s feet exploded against the ground.
Before I could draw a single breath, his blade, wreathed in aura, was already upon me.

‘There’s no time to retreat.’

Perhaps it was the awakening. My body thrummed with vitality. I planted my feet firmly and channeled a new resonance through my entire frame, raising my blade in one fluid motion to meet his strike.

A fierce wind erupted.

My blade was swift, but the aura that should flow with it lagged behind. Having only recently reached Master rank, such delays were inevitable, yet the frustration was immense.

‘Brace for the impact… Ugh!’

The moment my blade met Kalon’s sword, a crushing force erupted through my body as if it might shatter.

‘Did he not suffer internal injuries?’

The aura contained within Kalon’s blade had become incomparably sharper than before—this was no bluff.
The formidable energy I had painstakingly cultivated was being ground away in chunks.

‘My insides feel like they’re about to rupture.’

The aftereffects of my rampage, the backlash from wielding this newfound power for the first time, and Kalon’s overwhelming pressure—not just my body, but my spirit itself seemed on the verge of collapse. A voice within me screamed to surrender.

“Hgh….”

I endured the searing pain as if my bones and muscles were being carved away, rolling my eyes downward toward the Sparring Arena below.
It was something I should never do while facing an opponent, yet I desperately needed to see it.

I barely managed to shift my gaze to Raon. He was watching me with serene eyes, as if he already knew the outcome.

‘That expression….’

Having spent so much time with Raon, I could read it. Right now, he was telling me with his eyes that I could do this.

“Your focus is slipping. Where are you looking!”

Kalon clicked his tongue sharply and brought down an even heavier surge of aura. My arms weakened. My blade was being pushed back, threatening to pierce my own shoulder.

‘Stay calm. I can win this.’

I bit my lip, staring at Kalon whose eyes had turned bloodshot.

‘Now that I think about it….’

Despite his fierce momentum, Kalon’s condition didn’t look as good as it appeared.
Thicker blood than before dripped from between his lips, and his complexion had grown pale.

‘That’s right. As long as he’s human, he can’t be without limits.’

Kalon hadn’t channeled his aura, so I’d detonated my berserk state in that opening, inflicting severe internal injuries. The collision of auras would have dealt even greater damage. There was no way he could be unaffected.

‘That bastard is desperate too!’

Kalon was pretending to be fine, but it was clear he’d suffered grave internal wounds. He was pushing himself to end this quickly before the damage spread further.

‘Raon knew that all along.’

That’s why he wore such a composed expression.

‘Then I can’t back down here.’

I drew out every last drop of aura I’d gained from my enlightenment.
My mana circuits and core screamed as if they’d rupture, but I bit the inside of my cheek and gripped my sword with both hands.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

Through a pain like my skull was splitting, I activated berserk one final time.
My heart thundered as if it would explode, and a power I’d never imagined before surged forth across my blade.

“Hah!”

Kalon’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected a counterattack from this state.

Boom, boom, boom!

A violent aura erupted between our blades, and brilliant light blazed forth from the center of the Training Ground.

‘I didn’t know I trusted that bastard this much either….’

Martha closed her eyes slowly as the shockwave struck her like a whip. A satisfied smile played across her lips as she lowered her head.

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I pushed off the ground and caught Martha as she was sent flying into the air.
Despite her commanding appearance on the battlefield, her body was surprisingly light. It was remarkable that she had faced Kalon head-on with such a frame.

-You’ve exhausted all your energy.
‘That’s right.’
-The beef girl will grow stronger.

Wrath smiled, saying that only a fool or a pervert would expend all their energy like that.

‘I’m definitely the fool.’

I tapped Martha’s lips as she spiraled upward and nodded.

‘I didn’t expect her to charge at me like this just from a hint.’

I had shown her with a glance that victory was possible, and she trusted that signal, throwing her full strength against Kalon. It was an action ordinary people could never take.

‘To think she trusts me this much.’

Martha, whom I had thought would trust me the least among the three unit leaders, was now showing such faith. It was surprising, and my heart felt warm.

“Thanks to you….”

As I raised my hand, the yellow dust that had enveloped the Training Ground dissipated, revealing Kalon’s figure.
He knelt in the Sparring Arena, his shoulders trembling. Even though his sword had fallen to the ground, he couldn’t move a single finger.

“Zigheart hasn’t fallen.”

Kalon had suffered severe internal injuries when he first took the brunt of Martha’s rampage.
Because Martha had instinctively gnawed at his wounds until the very end, she was able to create this situation.

“Ah….”

The Judge blinked in confusion as he looked at the immobilized Kalon.
His expression suggested he hadn’t anticipated this outcome. He nodded as if making a decision and raised his hand.

“Martha and Kalon—both unable to continue. A draw!”

Normally, this would be Kalon’s victory, but this tournament format required a winner to remain standing. Kalon, unable to move, was no different from being defeated.

“Uwaaaaaaaa!”
“A draw! The Charm Girl drew against Kalon!”
“How… how is this possible?”
“Does Zigheart really only house monsters?”
“A freshly awakened Master, and yet….”

The spectators who had anticipated Kalon’s victory stood dumbfounded, their eyes blinking in disbelief at the unexpected stalemate.

I smiled as I restored Martha’s body using the Manhwa Palace’s power.

‘As expected, you were the first.’

The three unit leaders of the Gwangpung Corps appeared evenly matched in strength, yet Martha, being the eldest, had always maintained a slight edge over the others.
Just as I had anticipated, she was the first to break through the Master’s barrier.

‘You’ve done well.’

Because I knew what kind of hardship Martha had endured, I tapped her on the head and then left her with the therapist who had been waiting.

Returning to my seat, I observed the Gwangpung Corps. Burren’s face showed both joy and anger, while Lunan, unusually, gazed at Martha with gleaming eyes.

Raon smiled as he saw the gleam in both of their eyes.

“If you understand your anger, you’ll be able to become stronger.”

If you not only celebrate your colleague’s success but also hold frustration toward yourself, you’ll surely be able to go even higher.

Raon sat down and looked up at the Platform where the masters of the New Rising Powers were seated.

Sageomma seemed annoyed by the situation, his face full of wrinkles, while Guisalchang, who had been holding his head with interlaced fingers, waved his hand.

Akgeomhu’s eyes gleamed like a cat that had found a toy. It seemed Martha had caught her fancy.

It seemed that even this development couldn’t shake Heekyuk Je’s mental fortitude.
It seemed that this level of attack wasn’t enough to shake Heekyuk Je’s mental fortitude.

“Then next is…”

Raon gestured to Lunan, who was fidgeting with his fingers behind him.

“Lunan.”

I gestured toward the empty Sparring Arena.

“Your turn.”
“Understood.”

Lunan nodded as if she had been waiting and ascended into the Sparring Arena.
She closed her eyes gently, as though trying to feel the warmth Martha had left behind, then opened them again.

Before the Judge could even ask Lunan for her credentials, a man in black robes climbed up from the opposite side.
He had short blonde hair swept back and a neat impression of a warrior with a well-groomed beard.

‘Master-level supreme….’

The aura transmitted far exceeded the common threshold. The fierce energy felt incomparably stronger than Kalon from moments before.

“Likri of Sablack.”

He introduced himself and tapped the long sword hanging at his waist.

‘Sablack….’

I narrowed my eyes as I heard Likri’s introduction.

‘Is the Divine Continent Five Regions already making their move?’

Sablack was a military organization led by Sageomma, as the name itself made clear.
Their way was to acknowledge anything—regardless of what weapons were used or what underhanded tactics were employed—as long as they fought and won.

“Likri? Isn’t that the Second Sword?”
“That’s right! Sageomma’s disciple!”
“I heard he wields the long sword remarkably well. Ordinary warriors can’t even approach him before it’s over.”
“This match is already decided.”
“The Second Sword is already appearing….”

The spectators, aware of the Second Sword Likri, smacked their lips at how quickly he had appeared.

‘They’re right.’

This will be difficult.

Likri’s martial prowess was at the Master tier’s pinnacle. Even if Lunan awakened like Martha, victory in a duel was impossible.

“Lu….”

I tried to stop Lunan but halted. Her eyes didn’t gleam with their usual ferocity—instead, they shimmered with a crystalline clarity like dawn dew clinging to grass blades. Even in defeat, she seemed determined to fight to the end like Martha.

‘Yes. Go ahead.’

There would be something to gain even in loss.

A vast difference in skill didn’t necessarily render a sparring match meaningless.
Since Heekyuk Je had declared this a friendly duel, it wouldn’t end in an instant. With no mortal danger, I decided to observe.

“Are both of you ready?”

The Judge quickly prepared the Training Ground and approached Lunan and Likri. Both responded with silent nods.

“Then I shall commence the duel between Lunan of Zigheart and Likri of Sablack!”

He lowered his hand faster than before, as if accustomed to this role, and withdrew.

“I have no intention of prolonging this.”

A cold gleam ignited in Likri’s right hand. The Lightning-Swift Draw—a blade that emerged like a flash, infused with brutal aura.

Whoooosh!

As if anticipating Likri’s movement, Lunan bent low like rain-soaked grass and extended Seolhwa. The white blade shimmered silver as a thick layer of frost aura crystallized.

Crash!

A shield of converged frost aura blocked the blade saturated with murderous intent, shattering into dozens of fragments.

Ting!

The fractured shards of cold followed Lunan’s gesture, pouring toward Likri. Defense and counterattack unified as one—a resourceful swordsmanship.

But Likri, befitting a Master-rank expert, deployed a barrier of aura without retreating a single step, shattering every shard of ice in place.

“Not bad for an Expert-rank fighter. However….”

Likri’s blade swayed delicately like coral beneath the sea before lashing out like lightning—an exquisite thrust infused with aura.

“Ugh.”

Lunan Slion retreated, attempting to forge a new shield from frost-wrapped blades, but Likri’s sword was faster.

Crack-crack-crack!

The thin, razor-sharp blade cleaved through the half-formed frost barrier Lunan had raised, tearing a long gash across her flank.

Boom!

Likri didn’t stop there, advancing before Lunan Slion and brutally sweeping a kick toward her abdomen.

“….”

Lunan Slion uttered no cry of pain, yet her body, unable to withstand the impact, was hurled beyond the Sparring Arena’s boundary.

“Lunan—out of bounds!”

Even the Judge, unaware that Likri would commit such intensity, announced her defeat in a trembling voice.

I turned my gaze from Likri, who seemed slightly irritated, and approached Lunan Slion.

“…I’m sorry.”

Lunan Slion lowered her head, ashamed of her swift defeat. It pained me to see her apologize first despite the severity of her injuries.

“You did well.”

A Master-rank expert had wielded aura—merely withstanding three exchanges was a remarkable feat.

“Rest now.”

I used the Manhwa Palace to stanch Lunan Slion’s wounds, then summoned a healer.

“Please.”

After entrusting Lunan to the healer, I returned to where the Gwangpung Corps was stationed.

“Burren. You can see what’s happened….”
“Yeah. The moment I step up there, I’ll finish it before there’s even time to do anything.”

Burren also seemed to grasp the situation, his eyes narrowing. He appeared furious that he couldn’t take revenge for what Lunan had endured.

“What a shame.”

Likri looked at me and raised his chin provocatively.

“I wanted to break the White Sword Dragon with my own hands, but you won’t even come out.”

He scraped the floor of the Sparring Arena with his longsword in a taunting manner.
A worthless trash who used Sword Force against an inferior opponent far below him and didn’t even feel ashamed.

‘Perfect.’

I had been deliberating when to step forward, but this fool had created the opportunity himself. This was the perfect moment to ascend the Sparring Arena.

“Then I’ll give you that chance.”

I climbed onto the Sparring Arena with a cold smile.

“Raon Zigheart, Vice Commander of the Gwangpung Corps.”

I introduced myself and stood before Likri.

“What…?”

Likri’s eyes widened in shock, as if he hadn’t expected this turn of events.

“You, you shouldn’t be able to come out? The family representative is surely….”
“That’s correct.”

Heekyuk Je, who had been watching from the Platform until now, stood up.

“As I mentioned at the beginning, representatives from each organization have no authority to participate….”
“You seem to be under a misunderstanding.”

Raon curled his lips upward and tapped his black dragon robe. The right side of his chest, where the Zigheart family crest had been embedded, was now empty.

“I am not the representative of Zigheart.”
“What do you mean….”
“When your secretary came to visit and even in the Conference Hall, did I not tell you? The true representative of Zigheart is not me, but the Gwangpung Corps Commander.”

I gestured to my right. The Zigheart family crest was pinned to Rimer’s chest as he yawned with boredom in the Spectator Stands.

“In the Conference Hall, you questioned whether I was the representative of Zigheart, yet now I’m not sure what you’re saying.”
“That, that is….”

Heekyukje bit her lip as she looked at the emblem on Rimer’s chest.

“But, but no matter how temporary it was, you sat in the representative’s seat and participated in the meeting….”
“I don’t understand why that representative position is so important. Are you really so afraid of a twenty-one-year-old boy?”
“Hmm….”

When I provoked her by asking if she was scared, Heekyukje closed her mouth. Her eyebrows trembled faintly.

“Actually, that makes sense. The representative of Zigheart is the Sword Master, after all.”
“Right. He’s not even close to forty, and it’s strange to block a twenty-one-year-old from participating.”
“Aren’t they just scared?”
“They should be scared. At twenty-one, he’s already at the peak of Master rank. If the White Dragon Sword wins here, the Divine Continent Five Regions will only be humiliated.”

The spectators also realized why the condition preventing the representative from participating had been created, and they let out derisive laughter.

“Others may not understand, but it seems the Divine Continent Five Regions representatives have some grievances. So let’s do this instead.”

Raon locked eyes with Heekyukje. Seeing her wavering gaze, I drew a deep smile.

“You, you, you, and you.”

I raised my hand and pointed in succession at Likri in the Sparring Arena and three warriors seated in the VIP section.
They were young and powerful warriors belonging to the Divine Continent Five Regions, like Likri, who would participate in the duels.

“Hm?”
“What is this all of a sudden…?”

The warriors of the Divine Continent Five Regions who had been called out squinted their eyes, unable to comprehend why they had been summoned.

“As an apology for the sudden participation, I shall accept your combined assault.”

I advanced toward the center of the Sparring Arena with a gait reminiscent of Glen’s. From the black dragon robe that billowed with fierce momentum, dark scales bristled forth.
A majestic aura of energy spread outward, as though I stood alone within a black tempest.

“All four of you, come forward.”

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