The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 495

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Chapter 495

I caught myself biting my lip as I observed the red-haired man before me.

‘What is that.’

A Monster. No—the word itself felt inadequate to capture the violent oppression radiating from him.
Even the moonlight seemed afraid of his presence, refusing to illuminate his form. A singular being who dominated tens of thousands. A celestial god of war had descended into human flesh.

‘A transcendent. And….’

He hadn’t merely reached the realm of transcendence—he had ascended one step further beyond it.
The leaders of the Divine Continent Five Regions possessed the martial prowess to contend for supremacy across the Continent, yet in a one-on-one confrontation, none of them could hope to defeat this man.

‘Who on earth is he?’

Red hair, a youthful and beautiful countenance that appeared barely past twenty, adorned with a blue dragon robe. With such overwhelming power and distinctive features, he should have been immediately recognizable—yet no name came to mind.

“Ah….”

Deningrose trembled like a child drenched in rain, her shoulders quaking.

“The, the Holy Sword Association Master….”

She addressed the red-haired youth as the Holy Sword Association Master, then collapsed to the ground.

“The Holy Sword Association Master…?”

The Holy Sword Association was one of the Oma—a coalition of Sword Ghosts who collected every blade and swordsmanship technique across the Continent without regard for means or methods.

And the one who had trampled those demons and ascended to the throne was none other than the current Holy Sword Association Master, Darkan the Black Night Sword God.

‘He’s regained his youth.’

According to the information Derus had provided in my previous life, Darkan was of a similar generation to Glen, yet his appearance now was, at most, in his mid-twenties.
It seemed he had accomplished something during his period of seclusion.

-Hmm.

Wrath stroked his chin as he observed the Holy Sword Association Master standing alone, overwhelming the masses.

-That one’s quite impressive for a human. He carries a rather peculiar aura.
‘A peculiar aura?’
-He possesses abilities you haven’t witnessed before, it seems.

He smacked his lips as if the creature looked promising. For a Demon Lord to consider this level merely “impressive,” their standards were truly incomprehensible.

“Why is he here…?”

Deningrose’s lips trembled as she struggled to comprehend the Holy Sword Association Master’s sudden appearance.

She appeared flustered, unable to gather her thoughts, though the Holy Sword Association’s emergence here was hardly unprecedented.

‘This is the perfect stage to announce the Holy Sword Association’s arrival.’

The Holy Sword Association had remained hidden from the world for an extended period.
Their overwhelming military might from the past kept them affiliated with Oma, yet their current notoriety paled compared to other Oma organizations.

This place was the ideal stage to elevate the Holy Sword Association’s name to the heavens.

I moistened my parched lips and gazed upward at the platform where the Divine Continent Five Regions stood.

Guisalchang’s tongue flicked eagerly, intoxicated by the Holy Sword Association Master’s power; Sageomma’s forehead was creased with tension; and Akgeomhu gripped her sword hilt so tightly her knuckles blanched, as if ready to draw at any moment.

Finally, Heekyuk Je’s pupils trembled as if startled by the situation. Yet…

‘She wasn’t surprised.’

Having mocked Heekyuk Je countless times before, I could tell.
Though her expression feigned shock, she was genuinely unperturbed.

‘Did she read the heavenly signs?’

Given Heekyuk Je’s ability to glimpse the future, it was plausible she had foreseen this situation.

‘Then why didn’t she say anything?’

As I pondered her intentions, the Yonghyeon Sword Master turned his body slowly.
Rather than displaying the tension of an enemy position, he moved with the leisure of one who remained within the Holy Sword Association, lifting his gaze.

“I’ve heard there are two excellent swords in this place.”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master’s eyes fixed upon Sageomma and Akgeomhu standing on the platform. Within his yellow irises, a tempestuous hunger churned.

“I’m curious to see just how keenly they’ve been honed.”

As he extended his hand, the black sword that had cleaved through the Announcer’s body rose of its own accord and settled into his grasp.

“Insane….”

I exhaled sharply, watching the Yonghyeon Sword Master point his blade at Sageomma.

‘He means to face the Divine Continent Five Regions alone?’

No matter how formidable the Yonghyeon Sword Master might be, it was impossible to simultaneously confront all four leaders of the Divine Continent Five Regions who had touched transcendence.
Even facing two would prove arduous—I couldn’t fathom his reasoning.

“Cooped up in your little corner, you’ve lost touch with reality.”

Guisalchang rubbed the back of his neck, his expression darkening.

“Does a spear need to pierce your skull before your eyes open?”
“Filth, step aside.”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master’s expression twisted for the first time. He seemed unwilling to even exchange words with one who was not a swordsman.
As his voice dropped, a chilling darkness rippled across my skin like something seething beneath the surface.

“And who said I was alone?”

Before his words had fully settled, a colossal galleon tore through the clouds obscuring the moon and descended toward us.
Upon its obsidian sails gleamed the emblem of a star-crowned sword—the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s aerial battle fleet.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

As soon as Sword Inspection stopped at the center of the plaza, swordsmen bearing the Holy Sword Association’s mark leaped into the square.
Without exception, they were masters who had properly honed both their bodies and auras.
Among them, I could spot several masters who appeared to be at the Sword Master level.

Boom!

The moment the Holy Sword Association’s swordsmen touched the ground, they blocked the two exits of the plaza and unleashed their blades upon the people nearby.

“Aaahhhhh!”
“Gahhh!”
“Ugh….”

It mattered not whether they were combatants or civilians. The Sword Ghosts of the Holy Sword Association scattered their blade light upon every soul in sight.

“Do not panic! Prepare for battle!”

The leaders of the Neutral Factions drew their swords without hesitation, unwilling to be slaughtered without resistance, and clashed with the Sword Ghosts of the Holy Sword Association.

“Do not scatter!”

Baiton, the knight commander of the Shuper Holy Kingdom—a man worthy of being called a powerhouse among the Neutral Factions—raised his sword wreathed in holy light.

“Protect the civilians first!”

As he shielded the people and cut down the Sword Ghosts, a pure white shadow approached from the left.

“Baiton!”

I cried out urgently, but a translucent white hand had already seized Baiton’s throat.

Crack!

A chilling sound of vertebrae snapping echoed through the air, and Baiton’s shoulders shriveled as if desiccated.
His body crumbled like a withered leaf, and behind it stood a woman with silken black hair, sweeping it back with an exultant smile.

‘The White Blood Cult Master!’

My lips trembled as I beheld the black-haired woman. She had vanished after her defeat at Glen’s hands, and now she had appeared here.

“As expected, the blood of those from the Holy Kingdom is quite exquisite.”

The White Blood Cult Master traced her crimson-stained lips with a languid gesture, then lightly tapped her foot against the ground.

Whoooosh!

The earth rippled like a transparent lake, and from beneath its surface, human forms surged upward.
Pristine white robes and hoods marked with a single line down the center—the sacred vestments of the White Blood Cult.
Not merely common believers, but the 10th Apostle and two unnamed apostles emerged, prostrating themselves before the White Blood Cult Master.

“Enjoy the festival.”

She spread her hand as if granting them free rein, and the White Blood Cult members chanted in an otherworldly tongue before dispersing in all directions, tearing at the throats of the people around them.

Uuuuuuuuuuuung!

The Soul Reaper Sword screamed with fury at the White Blood Cult’s appearance, its blade trembling as if it might shatter from the intensity of its cry.
It was a far more violent resonance than when I had encountered the White Blood Cult before.

“Tch!”

I clenched my teeth firmly.

‘The White Blood Cult has arrived as well….’

Yet I was less taken aback than I had been by the Holy Sword Association’s appearance.

‘There was every reason to expect this.’

This city was now teeming with countless martial artists.
If they moved in concert with the Holy Sword Association, it would be like a feast laid out before them—a golden opportunity for the White Blood Cult.

“We should begin as well.”
“Should I take those two?”

The Holy Sword Association Master’s eyes gleamed with crimson light as he regarded Sageomma and Akgeomhu, while the White Blood Cult Master licked her lips as she surveyed Heekyuk Je and Guisalchang.
It was a four-versus-two confrontation, yet it was impossible to predict who would emerge victorious.

However, Heekyuk Je’s gaze remained devoid of any trace of confusion. It seemed he had anticipated the White Blood Cult’s arrival as well.

“It won’t be that simple.”

Heekyuk Je closed her eyes, pressing her fingertips together as if in prayer.
As rapid incantations flowed from her lips, constellations depicting the sun and moon blazed across the sky above the city.
The yin-yang symbol carved beneath the vast night sky cascaded down in brilliant radiance.

Uuuuuuuung!

A violent wave that shook heaven and earth erupted, and the auras of the Divine Continent Five Regions’ warriors trembled as if about to explode beneath the descending yin-yang light.

“Hmm….”
“A formation?”
“This is….”

The immense energy wave that threatened to tear the very ground asunder froze the hands of the White Blood Cult and Holy Sword Association warriors.

Heekyuk Je and the other Divine Continent Five Regions leaders’ momentum amplified to a level incomparable to moments before.
Like crimson flames coiling above red fire itself.
Even at four against two, the balance that had seemed equal now tilted decisively toward the Divine Continent Five Regions.

“The sharper the blade, the better the taste.”
“I don’t much care for ones that struggle.”

The Rion Lord smiled with satisfaction, while the White Blood Cult Master frowned, declaring it troublesome. The two transcendents rose into the air as if gravity itself had been erased, confronting the Divine Continent Five Regions leaders standing upon the platform.
The two transcendents floated into the air as if erasing gravity and faced the leaders of the New Rising Powers standing on the Platform.

“Taste my blade, and your tongue will be shredded.”
“If you taste my blade, your tongue will be torn to shreds.”

Guisalchang aimed his Bangjeonhwageuk at the Holy Sword Association Lord, and Sageomma placed his hand on his sword with eyes shrouded in thick killing intent.

“Understood.”
I know.

Heekyuk Je spoke of protecting people as he spread both his hands wide, and Akgeomhu nodded calmly in response.

It was nothing short of a natural disaster.
It was virtually indistinguishable from a natural disaster.

“Phew….”

I steadied my breathing and glanced behind me.

‘Let the monsters fight amongst themselves….’

Just as I was about to issue orders to the Gwangpung Corps, Rimer approached from the left with a fierce gust of wind, his frame wreathed in pale yellow spectral energy as he fixed his gaze upon the Holy Sword Association Master and the Holy Sword Association.

“Holy Sword Association Master….”

The playful demeanor he maintained even in grave circumstances had vanished entirely. His eyes now burned with nothing but rage and murderous intent.

‘Was the Holy Sword Association his true target?’

His green eyes, stained crimson like his hair, swept across the warriors of the Holy Sword Association. It was as though he searched for someone in particular.

“Where are you.”

Rimer bit his lip hard and drew his blade.

“Vice Commander?”
“Raon. I entrust the Gwangpung Corps to you. Escape this place as quickly as possible.”

Before he could finish, Rimer kicked off the ground.
Like a bolt of lightning, he surged forward, severing the neck of a Holy Sword Association warrior as he drove deep into the heart of the battlefield.

“V-Vice Commander!”
“What should we do….”

Crain and Dorian approached with bewildered expressions.

“Hmm….”

I furrowed my brow and turned my gaze. With the Divine Continent Five Regions and Oma clashing, it seemed we could retreat without any losses if we withdrew now.

“Aaaaagh!”
“S-Save me… Cough!”
“Set up a defense….”
“The path is completely blocked!”

But in the midst of it all, innocent Neutral Factions and civilians were dying. Even if I had to retreat, I could not allow that.

Shiiiiing!

I drew the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword simultaneously, advancing toward the Eastern City Wall where it was closest.

Boom!

I charged at the Archbishop who blocked the passage while radiating blood energy. Before he could bring down his staff, I tilted the Heavenly Sword I had raised upward to the right.

Shiiiiick!

A thin line was carved into the Archbishop’s robe as his body split in half.

Yet the White Blood Cult members showed no fear even after witnessing the Archbishop’s death, surging forward with blood energy blazing.

I spread my left foot in a fan shape and drew the sword strike in an arc with my waist. The trajectory of rotating flames tore apart the White Blood Cult members who rushed in.

Dozens fell without even a scream, and for a moment, the White Blood Cult members’ movements froze.

‘This is my chance.’

Now was the moment to advance further. I pulled Manhwagong out more and unleashed a single slash.

Kwaaaang!

The group of Holy Sword Association members blocking the way burst with crimson blood and vanished.

Shiiiiing!

The White Blood Cult members following behind could not withstand the resonance of the blood energy, coughing up blood from their cores and collapsing.

The overwhelming firepower and brutality caused the eyes of the White Blood Cult members and the Sword Ghosts of the Holy Sword Association to bulge as if they would burst.

Fwooooosh!

I raised the Heavenly Sword with flames swirling around it. The faces of the terrified people flushed red as if heated by the Heavenly Sword’s flames.

“Gwangpung Corps, clear the path!”

At that cry, the eyes of the Gwangpung Corps transformed. Above the panic and fear that had gripped them, madness and resolve surged forth.

Raon carved a path forward, and the Gwangpung Corps widened it in his wake.
Not long after the battle had begun, the passage that the White Blood Cult and Holy Sword Association had been blocking crumbled open, revealing the nearest Eastern City Wall.

Sizzzzzzle!

Raon grasped the Heavenly Sword with both hands. He drove his right foot into the earth.
He channeled wind through the trembling heat that surged through his mana circuits, drawing out power to its absolute limit.

Manhwagong White Flame Crimson Dragon Strike. The breath of a fire dragon erupting from the sword’s edge pierced through the heart of the castle wall.

But the opening was not yet large enough for a person to pass through.

‘Just a little more.’

Raon thrust the Heavenly Sword into the hole created by the Crimson Dragon Strike and ignited the flames of his core once more. The surging heat that raced through his mana circuits created a violent pulling force at the sword’s edge.

Raon Zigheart Style Swordsmanship.
Second Form: Heavenly Descent Strike.

A massive slash imbued with crushing weight exploded against the Eastern City Wall.

Craaaaaash!

The cracks carved by the Crimson Dragon Strike bulged outward thickly, and the entire castle wall collapsed inward.

“S-stop them!”
“Block those bastards!”
“Everyone over here!”

Raon cut down the White Blood Cultists and Sword Ghosts rushing to seal the escape route, then pointed toward the open passage.

“Ah…”
“Th-the path is open!”
“Over there! We can survive if we go that way!”

The people who had been dying helplessly at the hands of the White Blood Cult and Holy Sword Association began running toward the Eastern City Wall.

I need to expand this further.

Countless people needed to escape. I split both walls on either side with my sword to widen the exit.

As Raon shattered the walls and cut down the Sword Ghosts, the gazes from the platform turned toward him.

“I wasn’t mistaken after all.”

The Holy Sword Association Lord smiled faintly as he watched Raon.

“Is that boy Raon Zigheart? If he continues to grow like this, it wouldn’t be strange for him to become the greatest swordsman on the Continent.”
“….”

The young swordsman standing directly beneath the Holy Sword Association Lord narrowed his eyes as he heard those words and looked toward Raon.

“I should have brought the Blood Sword Master if I’d known it would come to this.”

He clicked his tongue in regret.

“Raon Zigheart?”

The White Blood Cult Master’s eyes narrowed to slits.

“He hasn’t left yet!”

As she raised her finger, the middle-aged Apostle who had been tearing through the Divine Continent Five Regions’ executives shot toward Raon.

“Yonghyeon Sword Master.”

The Holy Sword Association Lord gestured backward, and a middle-aged man with a neatly groomed beard like a scholar leaped down from the front line of swordsmen.

“What are you doing?”

The White Blood Cult Master’s pupils twisted sharply like those of a reptile.

“That boy is mine.”
“I also have an interest in that young swordsman.”

The White Blood Cult Master and the Holy Sword Association Lord maintained their composure even with the four leaders of the Divine Continent Five Regions before them.

“Then shall we decide by who finishes first?”
“That works for me.”

As the Holy Sword Association Lord waved his hand lightly, the White Blood Cult Master drew a seductive smile.

“Damn bastards!”
“I’ll kill you.”

The moment Guisalchang and Sageomma rose with murderous intent, the pillars of the platform crumbled, and the earth itself churned.

Kuwaaaaang!

When six transcendents clashed, an intense light engulfed heaven and earth.

“Ugh….”

Even as the shockwave of heaven and earth shaking left my mind reeling, I quickly regained my senses.

An unnamed Apostle and the Yonghyeon Sword Master were charging toward me. Both had reached the Grand Master realm—transcendent masters of the highest caliber. Their speed was like streaks of light.

‘What Apostle is this? And that’s the Yonghyeon Sword Master?’

I had heard of the Yonghyeon Sword Master before. They said he was the most talented among all the Sword Masters. However, his right arm was empty, and he wielded his sword in his left hand.
It seemed he had lost his right arm, yet the aura I felt was ominously sinister. He possessed something beyond mere martial prowess.

“Get away from me!”

I shoved the Gwangpung Corps aside and raised both blades.

‘There’s no time to unfold the Bow of Creation Sword.’

Even if I did, it seemed I wouldn’t be able to block them. Right now, using the dual-sword technique I learned from Sheryl to unfold two absolute techniques simultaneously was the best approach.

I awakened Manhwa Palace and Glacial with full force. The mana circuits infused with wind rapidly expanded, creating the foundation to draw out my full power.

As I stepped into the true position to unfold Frost Chain and Crimson Flash, black and white flashes crossed through the void and fell.

Zzzzzzzzzzang!

White Lightning and Black Lightning clashed against the Apostle’s divine technique and the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s blade, neither yielding an inch.

It was Sheryl. She tore away the white dress she’d worn as a disguise and emerged to face both Grand Masters alone.

“Heavenly Sword Squad—block the passage!”

At her command, the Heavenly Sword Squad rushed forward to intercept the White Blood Cult followers and Sword Ghosts from the Holy Sword Association who were pursuing the Apostle and the Yonghyeon Sword Master.

One of the Heavenly Sword Squad members handed Martha, whom he’d been carrying on his back, to Dorian and charged ahead.

“Raon! Well done!”

Sheryl clenched her teeth and nodded. She had no time to glance back, her gaze fixed forward as she shouted.

“Get the people out of here!”
“But facing two alone is impossible….”
“Don’t worry. That fool will be here soon!”

Before her words even finished, a gale of wind and lightning swept in from the right.

“Killis!”

Rimer’s eyes blazed with murderous intent as he brought his blade down toward the Yonghyeon Sword Master.

Clang!

Killis, meeting Rimer’s sword, twisted his lips—scarred from blade marks—into a smile.

“You look impressive, Rimer.”
“I knew you’d survived!”

He ground his teeth and pressed his blade forward with renewed force.

“Thanks to you, I lived. And….”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master glanced at his empty right shoulder and chuckled.

“I became stronger because of it.”

A vast wave of sword energy erupted from his blade, driving Rimer backward.

Crash!

Unable to withstand the force, Rimer was sent flying and tumbled across the ground.

“Ugh….”
“I doubted my ears when I heard you’d slaughtered your subordinates and taken on new disciples.”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master narrowed his eyes as he regarded Rimer.

“You lack the qualifications to lead, but it seems you inherited your master’s talent.”
“Shut your mouth!”

Rimer charged forward with a snarl, veins bulging across his face as he rushed toward the Yonghyeon Sword Master.

I swallowed hard as I watched the two of them clash.

‘Was this man the target of the Archbishop’s wrath?’

I couldn’t be certain, but it seemed the Yonghyeon Sword Master, not the Holy Sword Association Master, was the true object of his fury. Still, this wasn’t the time to dwell on such matters.

“I’m counting on you!”

I bowed to Sheryl, who held back the Apostle, and to Rimer, who stood against the Yonghyeon Sword Master, then turned away.

“Get the civilians out of here! Now!”

I commanded the Gwangpung Corps, buying time for the people to escape.

“Now to move forward….”

As I prepared to breach the wall and flee the city, a brilliant light flashed across the sky. A spear of pale white energy descended like rain.

“Damn!”

Looking up, the 10th Apostle stood with that accursed spear, his gaze cold and piercing.

‘Cursed….’

It was impossible to save people while facing the 10th Apostle. It was no different from offering my neck for the blade.

‘Are you telling me to abandon them?’

Before I could even gather my thoughts, a second spear strike came crashing down.
The 10th Apostle’s expression was calm, as if saying I had to choose between dying or abandoning the people.

“You bastard!”

As I raised both swords toward the sky, the night shimmered like an aurora, and an intense wave of mana exploded outward.

Tearing through the distorted space, Merlin—wearing the mask of an old woman—stepped forward and brushed away her navy robe.

“Don’t touch what’s mine.”

The crimson eyes behind the mask gleamed with a chilling light.

“Before I kill you.”

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