The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 490

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Chapter 490

The tidal wave of aura that had engulfed the sky shattered into fragments, and the moonlit night descended once more. The scattering light, like a fading glow, announced the end of the duel.

The moment Raon tilted the Heavenly Sword toward the ground, Jerome, Mason, and Pendleton standing opposite him simultaneously dropped to their knees.
Though aura and stamina remained, their pupils had bleached white as if their very will to fight had vanished.

Raon brushed the dust clinging to his black dragon robe and approached Mason.

“W-what was that swordsmanship just now…?”

Mason gazed up at the cloudless night sky, his lips trembling.

“How could Master display such martial arts!”

He could not tear his eyes from the heavens, as if unable to believe what he had witnessed. The composed expression that had resembled Heekyukje crumbled entirely.

“Damn it…”

Mason shook his head weakly, as though all will to fight had drained from him.

“Ah, this is pathetically humiliating. What is this?”

Jerome frowned as he looked at Raon, who bore not a speck of dust.

“This was a fight we should never have started in the first place, damn our master!”

He hurled his spear away and sprawled across the ravaged Sparring Arena, muttering that they should do as they pleased—he had no intention of continuing.

“Ugh…”

Pendleton slammed her fist against the ground, as if frustrated by the hollow defeat.
Though she appeared to have held little expectation for this duel, it seemed she possessed far greater competitive spirit than the others.

“None of you have admitted defeat yet, I see.”

Raon looked down at Jerome, Mason, and Pendleton in turn, then sheathed the Heavenly Sword.

“W-what are you…?”

Mason’s eyes widened in shock. His expression suggested confusion—the match was already over, so why was I speaking of defeat?

“Sorry, but I’m a bit dense…”

I scratched my ear and hoisted the Heavenly Sword onto my shoulder, sheath and all.

“If you don’t spell it out clearly, I won’t understand.”
“W-wait, this is just—”
“You said it yourself when we started fighting.”

I cut off Mason’s words with a cold smile. Despite the smile, a crimson heat shimmered above my shoulders.

“That I don’t know how to stop.”
“Ah…”
“What?”

The three of them seemed to grasp the meaning behind my words, their faces draining of color.

“I… I concede…”

Before Mason could finish declaring his defeat, I brought the Heavenly Sword down from my shoulder in a devastating arc.

Crack!

Mason’s temple took the full force of the blow. His eyes rolled back as his body was driven into the ground of the Sparring Arena. His legs, protruding from the crater, trembled violently.

“Next.”
“You madman! Who strikes someone who’s already surrendered?!”

As Jerome reached down to retrieve the spear he’d thrown to the ground, I stomped on it with my foot.

“Ugh!”

Jerome gasped in pain as his fingers were caught between the spear and the earth.

“I didn’t hear you. Besides, if a defeated opponent can still stand like that, what’s the point?”
“I am hurt! Your precious swordsmanship has inflicted internal injuries!”

Jerome lifted his head and furrowed his brow.

“It doesn’t show.”
“What?”
“There’s no sign that I won. And he got beaten far worse than me.”

I pointed at Lunan, who still hadn’t opened his eyes.

“We didn’t stab the Moonlight Blade, but….”
“Birds of a feather. Besides….”

If you’re going to cause a commotion, you do it right.

Glen’s orders weren’t to return with fame—they were to “cause a commotion and return.” I’d already drawn the dragon’s head and body. Now it was time to add the final touch to its eyes.

“You absolute madman!”

Jerome tried to rise with a curse, but his fingers were caught, leaving only his arms and shoulders flailing.

-That’s a compliment.

Wrath shook his head, noting that calling a lunatic a madman was merely a form of address.

‘He’s got a point.’

I let out a hollow laugh and gently pushed Jerome’s hand aside, then drove my fist upward into his jaw.

Crack!

A sound like a walnut shattering erupted, and Jerome crumpled, spraying blood in a rainbow arc.

“Then for the finale….”

My gaze slowly turned toward Pendleton.

“Kill her.”

Pendleton lifted her eyes, their fire still undiminished.

“You have impressive eyes.”

I nodded and turned away.

“Where are you going!”

Pendleton gritted her teeth and shot to her feet.

“Why are you letting only me off? Just because I’m a woman…?”
“I’m not letting you off.”

I turned away with a calm smile.

“It’s because you’re short, so your vital points weren’t worth targeting.”

I muttered, “That works now,” and swung the Heavenly Sword.

Crack!

Pendleton’s head lurched violently as the scabbard of the Heavenly Sword struck her forehead, and she tumbled backward.

“If you lose, you take the hit. I never intended to go easy on you from the start.”

I resheathed the Heavenly Sword at my waist and stood at the center of the ruined Sparring Arena.

“Next.”

After trampling four disciples of the Divine Continent Five Regions, my call for the next opponent cast a silence as deep as night over the Training Ground.

“Damn, I should have called for the next one like that!”

Crain clicked his tongue regretfully.

“Even disheveled, he’s so handsome! With that commanding presence, he’s so handsome! And winning like that too…!”

Ensia drooled as she frantically mashed the camera shutter, snapping photos without pause.

“Indeed. He really is so… mm.”

Deningrose caught herself about to join in the chant, then quietly covered her mouth.

“That’s a real monster….”
“Arrogant, but it suits him perfectly.”
“Not just his power, but his personality is complete too….”
“The way he ends things is so clean and decisive.”
“I still can’t forget that final sword technique. It was like he was slicing through the heavens.”

The spectators let out hollow laughs, overwhelmed by the power and audacity Raon had displayed.

“Is there anyone left to challenge?”
“Who would dare face a monster who crushed three Master-rank fighters at once? It’s meaningless unless they’re a Grand Master.”
“So Raon Zigheart is the champion. His reputation will rise even further.”
“That’s not all. He’s also getting the Lavasiri Heart and a cold elixir of similar caliber. Those are treasures you can’t buy with money!”

Everyone prepared to congratulate the victor, convinced no more challengers would appear.

Raon swept his gaze across the Spectator Stands and VIP Seating, then raised his hand.

“Is there no one else?”

As he called out for challengers, a man in a black robe rose from the center of the VIP Seating.
It was Yulia from the Magic Tower, his massive frame so enormous that his generous robe was torn at the seams.

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched Yulia ascend with heavy, deliberate steps.

‘That’s unexpected….’

Yulia had not reached Grand Master rank, and one-on-one combat in such a confined space was disadvantageous for mages, so he had not anticipated his appearance.

‘Still, it’s not a bad development.’

He had never fought the Magic Tower during the Six Emperors duel, so this was an excellent opportunity to learn their methods.

Raon approached Yulia with a satisfied smile.

“I’m ready whenever you are. Please come forward.”

As he nodded to accept the challenge, Yulia extended his hand from within his robe.

‘An ambush?’

I hadn’t expected anyone to attempt an ambush in a sparring tournament that wasn’t a life-or-death duel, so I stepped back—only to find that what emerged from his hand wasn’t a weapon at all, but a single sheet of thick paper.

“S-sign…”
“Sign?”
“Could you sign this for me?”
“….”

I relaxed my awkward stance and blinked in confusion.

“I’m a f-fan!”

Yulia, whose massive frame belied his trembling form, contorted himself as he bowed deeply.

“A fan?”
“Yes! I’ve been a fan ever since you earned the title Legend Sword Association! It’s an honor to meet you!”

He explained that he’d been too nervous to speak when he saw me in the Conference Hall, his hands quivering visibly.

“Ah…”

I recalled how Yulia had glared at me when I left the Conference Hall. Now I realized that stern expression hadn’t been hostile—it had simply been nervousness.

“Then why not come up later instead of now…?”
“I-I’m so sorry! I was just so overwhelmed with emotion…”

Yulia admitted through glistening tears that seeing me cut down three Masters in a single stroke had moved him so deeply that he’d climbed up without thinking.
Despite his intimidating appearance, his personality seemed to suit his name perfectly.

Click!

The shutter of a camera broke the silence that had fallen over the Training Ground once more.

“Wow!”

Ensia lifted her head above the camera and gestured toward Yulia.

“So the handsome Raon does have fans!”

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Rimer let out a hollow chuckle as he sent an aura message to the petite woman seated behind him.

[Did you see that?]
[I saw it.]

Sheryl, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a white dress that descended to her ankles, answered while her expression twisted slightly.
She was busily writing something in a small notebook.

[What are you doing?]
[Writing a report to submit to the Head of House.]
[A report? I’m the one sending that.]
[Mine concerns only Raon. This is material related to the Raon Gospel.]

She moved her hand swiftly without taking her eyes off Raon.

“Hah….”

Rimer glanced back and shook his head.

[Today we got a delicious line. “You cannot reach my heavens”—what a masterpiece.]

Sheryl savored Raon’s words like tasting something exquisite, murmuring them to herself.

[But the Head of House will love this. He might regret not witnessing what happened here for the rest of his life.]

She smiled, recalling Glen’s twisted expression.

[Are you still compiling the Raon Gospel?]

Rimer scratched his head vigorously and sighed.

[We’re on the fourth volume now.]
[Fourth? You three incorrigibles really are unstoppable.]

He shook his head and looked up at the sky.

[I’m hardly one to talk, though.]

At his words, Sheryl paused and gazed at Rimer’s back.

[That Raon will stand alone at the pinnacle of this Continent. I can see it.]

Rimer looked at Raon with a smile that burned brighter than any he’d felt winning at gambling.

[Indeed. Raon is a man even the Zigheart name would struggle to contain.]
[But honestly, none of that matters. The real treasure is my fortune! It’s been ages since I hit a ten-fold return! I’m rich again!]

He chuckled and caressed the pouch of gold coins like a beloved child.

[It’s not even your money to spend.]
[Then I’ll spend it. Who else would?]

Rimer muttered nonsense and waved his hand toward the crowd gathering at the Gambling House.

“Come now, everyone who wagered on the fortunate Raon! Step right up!”

Sheryl watched Rimer’s back, her eyes narrowing.

“Idiot.”

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“Extraordinary!”

Guisalchang let out an exclamation as he watched Raon.

“That man is pure artistry from start to finish! His strength, his spirit, his character—everything captivates me! A talent like that should have joined the Machang Society!”

He paid no mind to his disciple lying unconscious from the beating, offering only applause.

“What do we do now?”

Akgeomhu exhaled sharply, as if she had anticipated this outcome to some degree.

“There won’t be anyone left to challenge the White Sword Dragon. Even if there were, it would be meaningless.”

Raon had not merely defeated three Master-tier cultivators at the highest level;
he had shattered the very spirit of every other warrior in this Training Ground. No one would dare ascend that Sparring Arena.

“Indeed….”

Heekyuk Je nodded, his lips drained of color as he bit down on them.

“There’s no way around it now.”

Akgeomhu was right. Even after Yulia gave the signal and descended, not a single soul stepped onto the Sparring Arena.
Today’s duel tournament had become nothing different from Raon’s victory.

“Hmm….”

The Judge ascended the Sparring Arena, his hand trembling visibly.

“I-I will now count to five! If no one ascends by then, today’s tournament champion shall be declared as Raon Zigheart!”

He began counting aloud, folding down his raised fingers one by one.

“One, two, three, four….”

The warriors seated in the VIP Seating bowed their heads, while the spectators raised their hands to celebrate the champion.

“Five!”
“Uwaaaaaaaaa!”
“Raon! Raon! Raon!”
“White Sword Dragon! White Sword Dragon! White Sword Dragon!”
“Zigheart has won! The Six Emperors reign supreme!”

The moment the Judge called out five, the spectators erupted in thunderous cheers.

“Phew….”

Heekyuk Je exhaled a long sigh and squeezed his eyes shut.

‘As expected, no one came.’

It wouldn’t have mattered even if they had.

Unless they were a Grand Master, no one could defeat Raon. It was all over now.

‘The losses are catastrophic.’

The prestige that the New Rising Powers should have gained, along with the highest-grade elixir, was slipping away. It stung all the more because it was an elixir that would have been of great benefit to Raon.

“Thank you all for your support!”

Raon acknowledged the crowd’s cheers before glancing up at the Platform. It seemed they wanted him to come down quickly so the awards ceremony could begin.

“Sigh….”
“Heekyuk Je.”

As Heekyuk Je sighed and turned to descend from the Platform, Sageomma, who had been silent until now, approached him quietly.

“Will you truly let that bastard go like this?”
“What are you saying at this point….”
“Leave it to me.”

Sageomma twisted his lips into a sinister smile.

“You know better than anyone that Raon Zigheart has been mocking us by exploiting the eyes and voices of the people. Now we can turn that against him.”
“…Explain in detail.”

Heekyuk Je nodded without looking at Sageomma.

“Among my martial techniques, there is a method to embed a deception in an opponent’s heart. The deception absorbs the surrounding mana and grows without the body’s owner knowing, then stimulates the heart to cut off their breath.”

Sageomma continued with a sinister smile spreading across his face.

“I’ll teach you a lesson and use that technique, so just set the mood.”
“Can you really do it?”
“Of course. I can even activate it after that bastard returns to Zigheart, so don’t worry.”
“Hmm….”
“Just set the mood. I’ll handle the rest.”

Heekyuk Je watched Sageomma’s eyes gleaming with confidence and licked his lips.

‘There’s no harm in trying.’

Sageomma would never lie through martial arts. And if he used the currently excited Raon and the spectators as Sageomma suggested, it didn’t seem difficult to make the plan work.

‘If I refuse here, I’ll look like a coward.’

If he said no to offering a lesson, this perfect atmosphere would shatter.
Raon had earned great renown and knew how to use people’s attention, so refusing was impossible.

“Understood.”

Heekyuk Je nodded slowly and descended from the Platform.

“Congratulations!”

He forced a smile and stood before Raon.

“When you first participated, something seemed a bit off, but you’ve proven your skill in the end.”
“Thank you. There was nothing off about it, really. It was simply my rightful place.”

Raon answered with a faint smile.

‘This bastard never gives an inch….’

His teeth clenched at Raon’s refusal to back down, but he steadied his breath and endured it.

“Then let’s prepare the awards ceremony….”
“Let’s do it right here.”
“Pardon?”
“Isn’t this a glorious place?”

He smiled, saying that the place where he had defeated the four disciples of the Divine Continent Five Regions would become the awards platform.

“…I see.”

Heekyuk Je glanced at Sageomma before opening a spatial rift.
The moment she withdrew the box containing Rabasiri’s heart and the box holding the elixir of cold energy, Sageomma leaped down from the platform.

Whoooosh!

The spectators gasped in awe as he descended, treading the empty air as though it were a staircase.

“Congratulations on your victory. Might I offer you a proposal as a memento?”

He stood beside Heekyuk Je with a benevolent smile, as though he and Raon were on the best of terms.

“A proposal, you say?”
“You’ve granted my foolish disciples great enlightenment, have you not? Those arrogant wretches who knew no humility—they must have come to their senses now.”

Sageomma nodded, saying he was grateful for the instruction given to his disciples.

“I myself committed a discourtesy before, so I wish to impart some teachings to you. It could become the very key to transcending Grand Master.”

He smiled gently, saying he wished to repay what he had gained.

“Uooooooo!”
“Sageomma is offering instruction?”
“That’s better than an elixir!”
“If he’s confident about Grand Master, he must be serious!”
“This will be quite the spectacle!”

Upon hearing Sageomma’s words, the spectators erupted in cheers, envisioning the youngest Grand Master in history. Anticipation gleamed in every eye.

“This shall be a fine gift to all the spectators who have graced this arena with their presence.”

Sageomma chuckled softly, as though there was no need to deliberate. His expression carried a provocative edge.

“Prepare yourself.”

He gestured with his hand, signaling me to take my stance.

Raon calmly surveyed the spectators before shaking his head.

“I won’t do it.”
“What? Then… what?”

Sageomma’s eyes widened as if he’d heard something incomprehensible.

“W-what are you saying! You could even become a Grand Master if you learned from me….”
“I just don’t want to.”

Unlike the confidence he’d displayed until now, Raon rejected him with an almost hollow lightness.

“Are you… afraid? I’m merely offering to teach you a technique….”
“Forget it. Just give me the prize.”

Raon extended his hand toward Heekyuk Je, making it clear he had no intention of shaking hands with this man and simply wanted the reward.

“Wait, just a moment! All these people are watching. If you refuse, you’ll look like a coward in front of them all!”

Raon watched the flustered Sageomma and quietly moved his lips.

Yeah. I won’t.

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