The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 489

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Chapter 489

“Likri….”

Sageomma’s pupils trembled as he gazed upon Likri, who lay unconscious with foam flecking his lips.
His carefully nurtured disciple couldn’t even hold his head upright, his face pressed into the dirt.

‘How did this happen?’

I already knew Raon would defeat Likri.
The question was how long he would endure and how much he would resist, but he ended the duel in merely four strikes. The difference was overwhelming.

“This makes no sense!”

If Raon had wielded sword strikes infused with intent, I could accept this result. I would have acknowledged it even if it ended in a single clash.

But he didn’t draw upon his intent at all—he overwhelmed Likri with nothing but pure swordsmanship and momentum.
The level itself was different. I couldn’t comprehend how such a gap could exist between two warriors of the same master-class tier.

“Hmm….”

Akgeomhu’s eyes widened in astonishment at Raon’s martial prowess.
It had been ages since she wore such an expression—she rarely displayed her emotions.

“That one’s the real deal.”

Guisalchang let out a hollow laugh, leaning forward in his chair. His fingers, stroking his chin, trembled faintly.

“He ended a warrior of equal rank in four strikes without using intent. There’s no one on the entire Continent capable of such a feat.”

He muttered under his breath about a violent talent that trampled every genius he’d ever witnessed.

“Hmm….”

Sageomma twisted his lips. He wanted to refute Raon’s performance somehow, but he had no words. His insides churned with frustration, yet he had no choice but to accept the result.

‘Is that monster really only twenty-one years old?’

I still couldn’t believe it—someone who hadn’t even reached the Grand Master’s threshold had subdued Likri, who had touched that wall, with overwhelming force. The more I observed him, the more questions he raised.

“We need to stop this.”

Heekyuk Je bit his lip as he looked at the three leaders.

“Whether we intervene or not, there’s a problem. But if our side loses, this situation will spiral completely out of control.”

This duel exhibition was meant to demonstrate the New Rising Powers’ military strength to the Neutral Factions and the Six Emperors.
Naturally, the disciples of the New Rising Powers should have dominated, but if things continued this way, it wouldn’t end with Raon merely gaining fame—it would tarnish the very name of the New Rising Powers.

“How exactly do we stop it?”

Guisalchang scratched his head vigorously and smacked his lips.

“Raon already crushed Likri exactly as he’d promised beforehand and proved his strength. If we pull him out now, all hell will break loose.”

He pointed a thick finger toward the Spectator Stands.

“Uuuuaaaaaah!”
“Raon! Raon! Raon! Raon!”
“Come out! Come out! Come out!”
“Three on one! Three on one! Three on one!”

The spectators were roaring themselves hoarse, chanting for a three-on-one match between Raon and the disciples of the New Rising Powers.

“Hmm….”

Heekyuk Je looked down at the arena, biting his lip.

“So even our Heekyuk Je, who reads the heavens, couldn’t predict a situation like this?”

Guisalchang grinned wickedly, as if he’d caught him in a trap.

“It’s already too late.”

Akgeomhu crossed her arms again and leaned back in her chair.

“If I back down here, I’ll face far greater dishonor than a simple defeat.”
“That’s right. The Divine Continent Five Regions might brand us as cowards.”

Guisalchang nodded in agreement with Akgeomhu’s words.

“Let’s trust our people for now.”

He remarked that no matter how much one wielded the martial arts of obsession, there was no way to overcome three Master-rank peak warriors, then flicked his finger.

One of the Machang Society’s martial artists climbed into the Sparring Arena at that gesture.

“What will he show us this time?”

Guisalchang’s gaze was fixed not on the disciple who had ascended to the arena, but on Raon, and he wore a sinister smile.

“….”
“Tsk.”

Akgeomhu watched Raon in silence, while Sageomma still gnawed at her lips until they bled, her anger unabated.

“Sigh….”

Heekyuk Je pressed her temples with her fingers and exhaled deeply. She clenched her teeth as she looked at Raon.

‘Raon Zigheart.’

How much longer does he intend to cause this chaos?

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Raon observed the man who had first ascended to the Sparring Arena.

He wore a leather vest that exposed his shoulders, layered with silver armor. From the long spear he held in his left hand alone, one could discern his allegiance.

“I am Jerome of the Machang Society. I acknowledge your skill, but are you truly confident?”

Jerome announced his name and brought his spear down upon the Sparring Arena. His tone and expression suggested he was displeased with the situation.

The next to ascend was a tall woman clad in a soft purple martial robe. Her skin bore a light tan, yet her eyes gleamed with the clarity of a snowy plain.

“Pendleton of Mugeomgak.”

Pendleton, who had stated her name and affiliation tersely, grasped the sword sheath hanging at her waist and closed her eyes. She appeared to be composing herself before the duel.

Thud.

The last to ascend to the Sparring Arena was a young man. He wore an immaculate white robe without a speck of dust, and his long black hair was neatly tied back. His prominent nose bridge and refined gaze alone revealed much about his character.

“I am Mason of the White Whale. It is an honor to face the White Dragon Sword.”

He placed his hand over his heart and offered a respectful bow. He bore the bearing of a disciple of Heekyuk Je.

Raon brushed back his disheveled hair and assessed the martial prowess of the three before him.

‘All of them are Master-tier at the highest level.’

True to the information Deningrose had provided, everyone before him was Master-tier at the highest level.
At their age and at such a realm, they were undoubtedly talents destined to shoulder the future of their respective factions.

‘If all three of them were to be completely defeated here, that would be quite the spectacle.’

Since it was precisely what Heekyuk Je would least desire, I was determined to accomplish it.

“Hmm….”

The Judge ascended to the Sparring Arena with awkward steps. His complexion had grown noticeably paler compared to before.
Seeing how his eyes darted about, it was clear he wished for this duel tournament to end quickly.

“Are you… truly going to proceed?”

He approached Raon and swallowed dryly.

“Of course.”

Raon nodded, speaking as though it were obvious.

“Hmm, you three….”
“I said so from above.”
“We made a promise.”
“I accept.”

Jerome, Pendleton, and Mason nodded in turn.

“Then, I shall now commence the duel between Raon of Zigheart against Jerome of the Machang Society, Mason of the White Whale, and Pendleton of Mugeomgak!”

The Judge slashed through the air with trembling hands before leaping down from the Sparring Arena.

“I’m a bit impatient by nature. So….”

Jerome spun his long spear, stirring the wind, then stomped the ground with explosive force.

“You all match my pace!”

He charged forward with ferocious momentum, thrusting his spear. The shaft bent with such flexibility that the spearhead’s vibrations were violent. The blade appeared to multiply into dozens of images.

‘Yet the answer remains singular.’

The Ring of Fire resonated, elevating my physical and aura senses to their peak. The trembling spear images that filled my vision dissolved, revealing their true form.

Whoooosh!

My right hand became lightning, extending forward. From the Heavenly Sword gripped in my palm, crimson flames erupted. It was the Manhwagong’s Revolving Heaven technique, employing Likri’s swift sword style that I had just broken down.

Clang!

The Heavenly Sword wreathed in heat knocked away the spearhead thrusting toward my chest and advanced toward Jerome.

“Tch!”

Jerome swiftly rotated his spear. The shaft blocked the passage, creating a spear force as thick and unyielding as stone.

‘A counterattack exactly as anticipated.’

I lowered my waist like a swallow taking flight and stepped into the Harmony Stride. I slipped past the spear shaft’s range by the width of a single sheet of paper, then drove into Jerome’s space.

Whoooosh!

Just as I was about to bring the Heavenly Sword down, powerful waves erupted from both sides.

“Stop.”
“That’s enough!”

Pendleton unfolded her blade technique with darkly stained hands from the right, while Mason hurled a fist strike from the left.
It was an attack meant as a warning to retreat rather than a genuine assault.

“Right. Three against one shouldn’t be this easy. But….”

I smiled faintly and nodded.

“I don’t know how to stop.”

I curled my lips upward and pressed forward instead.
Assuming I would naturally retreat, I drove my blade down toward Jerome’s chest as he halted his spear.

Splurch!

A long gash stretched from Jerome’s right shoulder to his left waist, spraying crimson blood.

‘Now it’s time to defend.’

Pendleton’s blade and Mason’s fist were rushing toward my back. There was no time to turn around and defend.

‘That’s why….’

I had prepared something in advance.

I smiled coldly and condensed Glaceia’s chill over the scales of the Black Dragon Robe. A circular shield wreathed in frost engulfed the scales of the Black Dragon Robe.
Normally, it would have been impossible while operating Manhwagong, but now that I could freely use wind, I could deploy both energies without restraint.

“Hmph!”
“That, that is….”

Pendleton and Mason squinted their eyes at the rounded ice wall formed from the essence of frost.

‘Quick perception.’

He seemed to have recognized that it was similar to Lunan’s frost shield, but it was already too late to stop the attack.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

The ice wall, struck by both their auras, shattered into dozens of fragments and absorbed the impact.

At the same moment, the scattered shards transformed into frost daggers and surged toward Pendleton and Mason.

“Ugh!”
“Tch….”

Mason unleashed successive fist strikes, while Pendleton slashed with her sword aura to cleave through the frost daggers.

I observed Jerome while the two of them focused on defense.
Despite the blood spraying out violently, the sword wound wasn’t particularly deep. He must have pulled his body back the moment the blade connected, minimizing the injury.

‘So he’s not completely incompetent.’

Recognizing the sword’s trajectory and retreating, then immediately recalling Lunan’s technique upon seeing the ice wall—all three of them lived up to the title of Master-rank Supreme in skill.

‘But still….’

Nothing would change.

I twisted my right foot, detonating the mana circuits below my ankle and the Manhwagong heat that had seeped into my quadriceps.

Boom!

With explosive momentum focused purely on speed, I charged toward Jerome, who had retreated to the far end of the Sparring Arena.

“Hah!”

Jerome completed his preparations in that brief moment and thrust his spear from a distance, launching his attack.
The spear blade, wrapped in blue aura, descended like a colossal hammer.

It was an exceptional offensive with speed, power, and sharpness all in perfect balance—yet it posed no real threat.

Ching!

I traced a wave-like arc with the Heavenly Sword, executing the canal-peak technique of the Snowwind Sword Method. The spear strike that had been pouring down like Mount Tai suddenly collapsed and crashed against the ground.

As I stomped down on the spear with my left foot suspended in mid-air and attempted to enter Jerome’s space, a black shadow clung to me from the right.

Whoooosh!

It was Pendleton, who had swept away all the frost fragments and pursued me. Her crimson eyes blazed as she thrust her blade forward.
Speed was expected, but there was also a sharpness that seemed to cleave space itself. It was less like a swordsman’s strike and more like an assassin’s killing blade.

‘I have to block this.’

There was no time to create a wall of frost like before. My body would be riddled with holes.
Abandoning the chance to strike Jerome, I rotated my shoulders and raised the Rosary Wall.

Boom!

A shield of flames, riding the trajectory of the Heavenly Sword, blocked Pendleton’s blade strike and pushed back Jerome’s spear shaft as well.

But there were not two people in this Sparring Arena. I felt a tremendous wave of aura from behind.

Mason unleashed a punch from where he had originally stood. Golden energy surged forth as if to devour the entire Sparring Arena.

‘Peculiar.’

It was not ordinary martial technique. The extension method was a fist strike, yet the range was as broad as a spear technique, and faster than a sword strike. I could not block it with the Rosary Wall that had already made contact.

I turned my back and drew the Heavenly Sword backward. As my left foot extended, I released the breath of the Fire Dragon along the blade.

Boom!

The flames of the Flame Dragon Technique collided with Mason’s golden fist strike, creating a fierce shockwave.
As I anchored my weight in my legs to withstand the impact, Jerome’s spear blade pierced in from the left.

The spear blade, trembling along with the shaft, elongated like an awl and fell as raindrops of energy. Jerome too had begun to employ his own secret technique.

‘This is entertaining.’

Raon struck the base of the black dragon robe with the Heavenly Sword, piercing the sky. The frigid aura that rushed along the blade created a circular barrier, shattering all of Jerome’s river-like force.

The moment the sword barrier vanished, Pendleton slashed upward, targeting my lower half. An eerie aura emanated from the blade shrouded in darkness.

I brought down the Radiant Sword toward Pendleton’s explosive strike.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

Energy exploded in succession, and a sharp pain shot through my grip. Even the Heavenly Sword, wrapped in the aura of Manhwagong, was pushed back for a moment.

‘Layering?’

Pendleton seemed to have layered her energy onto the black aura enveloping her blade as she attacked.

I retreated and smiled faintly.

‘There’s so much to learn.’

Pendleton’s layered sword force, Mason’s long-range fist strikes, and Jerome’s ever-changing spear techniques—each one was a martial art worth studying.

‘They said everything is a lesson.’

Glen Zigheart and Lectar had both advised me that to achieve the Way of Ten Thousand Swords, I needed to experience and feel many things.
True to their words, Jerome, Mason, and Pendleton’s techniques offered new insights I had never grasped before.
If I faced their martial arts just a little longer, I felt I could forge new techniques for the Heavenly Sword Absolute Art.

“You’re smiling?”
“….”
“I’ll wipe that smile away.”

Jerome’s brow furrowed, and Pendleton bit her lip. Mason too seemed enraged, veins bulging on his forehead.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

As the three of them rushed forward, each displaying their techniques, I curled my lips upward.

“I can’t help but smile.”

This is my Dining Hall, after all.

-Where? Where is he?!

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Boom!

Mason bit his lip as he watched Raon effortlessly cleave through the fist strike.

‘Something’s off….’

The longer they fought, the less his fist strikes landed effectively.
It was natural to grow accustomed to an opponent’s martial techniques as a duel prolonged, but with Raon, it was far more severe.
They hadn’t even been fighting long, yet he seemed to have already grasped the entirety of Mason’s martial arts.

Whoooosh!

Mason held his breath and unleashed the Heavenly Cloud Divine Fist. It was the ultimate technique of the Soft Cloud Fist—a fist strike that moved faster than sword energy while erasing a wide area like a palm technique.

Whoosh!

Raon swung not the blade’s edge but its flat side, generating a surge of force. The aura that erupted explosively from his sword collided with the Heavenly Cloud Divine Fist.

Crash!

The crimson-burning force obliterated the Heavenly Cloud Divine Fist and caved in the floor of the Sparring Arena. The power was staggering.

But what truly astonished Mason was something else entirely.

‘T-that force he just unleashed….’

It resembled the Heavenly Cloud Divine Fist.

Raon’s long-range sword strikes had clearly been lacking before, yet from moments ago, they had become both swift and expansive—as if he’d adopted the advantages of the Heavenly Cloud Divine Fist. Unbelievable as it seemed, he appeared to be growing stronger through this very battle.
It’s hard to believe, but through this battle, he seemed to be growing.

“Damn it! What the hell is that bastard?”
“The Black Selection Sword….”

Jerome and Pendleton’s expressions darkened noticeably, as if they shared the same thought.

‘Now that I think about it….’

When Raon faced Jerome, he wielded an illusory blade wreathed in storm-like aura, and when he clashed with Pendleton, he layered his internal energy and met her head-on.

‘Is that madman really…?’

It seemed Raon was breaking through the martial techniques of all three of them using the same attribute.

Crunch, crunch!

Mason ground his teeth harshly. He unleashed the Yuncheon Divine Fist, shattering the Sparring Arena floor beneath Raon’s position.

Whoooosh!

Using the dust obscuring his vision as cover, he retreated to the side of Jerome and Pendleton.

“You all understand, don’t you? If we continue like this, we will certainly lose.”
“Damn it….”
“….”

Jerome and Pendleton could not refute him. They bit their lips hard, glaring toward where Raon stood with resentment burning in their eyes.

“There is only one way. While that bastard is trapped in the dust, we must pour all our strength into ending this in a single strike.”
“You’re asking us to expose our secrets.”

Jerome bit his lip.

“If you wish to avoid the dishonor of losing three against one, you may keep them hidden.”
“I’ll do it.”

Pendleton adjusted her grip on her sword.

“It’s pathetic now, but it’ll only get worse if we lose.”
“You’re right. We must win unconditionally—the honor of the New Rising Powers depends on it.”
“Why did we have to face this monster!”

Mason nodded, and Jerome spat out a curse as he swung his spear.

Whoooosh!

The moment I emerged from the sand and dust, all three of them kicked off the Sparring Arena simultaneously.

Jerome drove his spear downward as if piercing the heavens themselves. The aura coiling around the spear’s blade transformed into five torrents of wind that came crashing down.

Mason condensed his fist aura until his knuckles appeared four times their normal size.
His body gleamed with golden light as a magnificent fist aura, vast enough to overturn the entire Sparring Arena, extended outward.

Pendleton layered her aura so densely that the blade itself seemed ready to shatter, then drew her sword down with a grim arc. A darkened crescent moon split through the space where I stood.

The three absolute techniques unfolded in a single breath, casting a pitch-black shadow across the Sparring Arena. It was a tidal wave incarnate—pure aura given form.

“A fitting moment to end this.”

I smiled faintly, facing the vicious energies descending upon me from above.

‘I’ve extracted everything I needed.’

Through this duel, I had mastered the subtle mysteries woven into all three of their absolute techniques. New inspiration took root, and new shoots began to grow.

The image those shoots painted was Glen.

Glen’s back—the one I witnessed at the Eden Branch. The absolute blade of a supreme master who had driven back the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon with a single strike.

I advanced with the same composure Glen had shown then. Tilting the Heavenly Sword to my left, I drew forth both Manhwagong and Glacia simultaneously.

Riding on a crystalline wind, heat and cold entwined around the Heavenly Sword, creating a magnificent sunset glow.

‘My sky is him.’

I drew the Heavenly Sword, tracing Glen Zigheart’s single blade.

“You cannot reach my sky.”

Heavenly Sword First Form: Piercing Heaven Immortal.

The auspicious luminescence flowing along the Heavenly Sword cleaved through the tsunami of formidable energy that filled the heavens.

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