The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 515

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Chapter 515

Heaven and earth fell silent.

Even the moonlight, stained crimson by the auras of transcendent beings standing at the apex of humanity, seemed to waver and distort.

Two swordmasters, meeting once more after decades had passed between them, locked eyes and unleashed the convictions they had each cultivated.

The crimson radiance blooming from Glen Zigheart carried the will to protect the present—an unwavering resolve that would not break beneath any external pressure. Lightning traced the form of an ancient tree, steadfast against all storms.

In contrast, the Holy Sword Master’s Order’s will, which darkness rippled through, was simple. A desire burning like wildfire. It rippled with the greed to enjoy blood and battle, and to obtain higher-dimensional swordsmanship.

When the waves of conviction surging from beneath both transcendent beings’ feet collided at the heart of the moonlight, the atmosphere trembled and a tremendous shockwave erupted.

Screeeech!

As if that were the signal to begin, the Holy Sword Master moved. Drawing the black sword downward from his stance, a vicious slash extended forth as though tearing through space itself.
Sharp yet swift, powerful yet light—a transcendent swordsmanship that condensed the mysteries of ten thousand blades into a single instant.

Glen, too, did not shift his feet. With the Divine Heavenly Sword held vertically at his center, he received the incoming dark blade strike directly.

Claaaang!

The Holy Sword Master’s slash melted away like spring snow before the Divine Heavenly Sword.
Opposite to the Holy Sword Master’s technique—solid yet slow, flexible yet heavy. A subtle counter-move employing the mysteries of swordsmanship in reverse.

Though the transcendent blades clashed once, not even a ripple disturbed the thin Frozen Lake. It meant both warriors had elevated their aura control to touch the heavens themselves.

Shriiiing!

The Holy Sword Master unleashed a second strike, this time with a perfectly coordinated body. Moving as though riding shadows, he scraped the black sword upward from below.

Countless martial mysteries seeped into the simple upward slash, revealing the true essence of ten thousand blades. The overwhelming force layered at the end made heaven and earth resound.

Crackle!

Unable to block it as lightly as the first strike, Glen Zigheart stepped forward with his left foot and drew the Divine Heavenly Sword inward.
The lightning surging from the blade’s core spread across the entire edge, igniting a crimson radiance.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

Glen showed no interest in exchanging words through their blades—he simply crushed the Holy Sword Master’s strike with pure force.

“Don’t be tedious about this.”

The Holy Sword Master’s lips curled upward as he pivoted his shoulders. He released the lightning embedded in Glen’s strike into empty air, then thrust his blade downward from above. This time, dark flames of shadow coiled along the edge, refusing to yield in power.
This time, dark flames of shadow coiled along the edge, refusing to yield in power.

Glen’s presence remained utterly serene. With eyes as cold as when he gazed down from the Throne of Absolute Presence, he summoned the Divine Heavenly Sword’s lightning. Crimson bolts erupted from the blade’s core, devouring the Holy Sword Master’s strike entirely.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

A colossal explosion tore through the night sky, and a tempest of aura swept outward in all directions.

Yet neither Glen Zigheart nor the Holy Sword Master’s garments stirred. Their aura—both internal and external—was perfectly controlled.

“Truly magnificent.”

The Holy Sword Master smiled as if he had expected nothing less, then released the hand gripping his blade. Following his will, the black sword that rose naturally ignited itself with shadowed flames.

“We’ve warmed up sufficiently. Now let us begin in earnest.”
“….”

Glen did not answer. He raised the Divine Heavenly Sword into stance—the same posture as before, yet from his crimson eyes blazed a killing intent so palpable it chilled the air.

[Cease at once!]

As the two transcendent beings prepared to move again, a colossal will crashed down from the heavens. The Dragon Lord—he who had been pursuing the Demon Lords—commanded the battle to stop from the void.

[If you clash while the situation is in turmoil because of the Demon Lords, the balance of the Continent will be shattered!]
“Be quiet before I sever your necks first.”

The Holy Sword Master ignored the Dragon Lord’s words and flicked his fingers. The black sword’s blade multiplied into hundreds, filling heaven and earth.
It was not merely a matter of increased numbers. The countless black swords, each wielding different mysteries and swordsmanship, surged toward Glen’s heart and throat.

It was Unfettered Blade for Ten Thousand Miles, one of the Black Night Demon Sword’s ultimate techniques.
The hundreds of blades were no illusion—each one a transcendent sword strike imbued with the Holy Sword Master’s intent.

Crackle!

Glen Zigheart raised the Divine Heavenly Sword overhead, and crimson lightning erupted across the blade that pierced the heavens.

Heavenly Bow Sword, Third Form.
Crimson Heaven’s Descent.

The lightning coalesced at the sword’s edge, spreading like a net to blanket heaven and earth.

Just as Glen had shown Raon, his Heavenly Bow Sword was both dark and magnificent. A force that dominated all things surged within it.

Boom!

Crimson Heaven’s Descent, unleashing lightning like moonlight illuminating the world, and Unfettered Blade for Ten Thousand Miles, covering heaven and earth with its edge, collided in a catastrophic shockwave.

The lightning’s wave erased the blade, while the razor-sharp edge tore through the net of lightning.

A terrifying aura’s oscillation continued endlessly, and spider-web cracks bloomed from the center of the Frozen Lake.

Crash!

A massive tidal wave surged from the fractured ice. At the center of the explosion where wave collided with wave, Glen Zigheart and the Holy Sword Master unleashed sword strikes upon each other—a divine presence worthy of their names as the Thunder God and the Black Night Demon Sword God.

“A new sword technique? I wish to see more!”

The Holy Sword Master spoke, asking to witness more, and unleashed his black blade.

“I told you. I have no intention of wasting time.”

Glen Zigheart dipped the Divine Heavenly Sword’s edge into the lake. With a flowing technique as graceful as a painting, a small ripple spread forth like a child skipping a stone. The silent sword wave continued, extending and tearing through space to become the blade of a water sword.
The quiet sword strike continued, extending outward and becoming the blade of a sword that tore through space itself.

Crash!

The blade forged from water and the dark sword collided, and the violent aftermath of their clash tore a blue hole through the heavens.

Thud.

Glen Zigheart stepped upon the void itself, his will-infused footfall transcending space and propelling his body forward.

Heavenly Sword Style—Radiant Severance.

A blade of lightning trailing light carved an solemn arc through the air. The transcendent sword strike that silenced all opposition slashed toward the Holy Sword Master’s throat.

“So it is the Heavenly Sword Style after all!”

As the Holy Sword Master twisted his lips, space itself melted away to reveal the Black Sword. A blade strike of speed that seemed to transcend even sword technique itself intercepted the Radiant Severance.

Clang!

The Black Sword’s flames, as if becoming shadow itself, absorbed the lightning clinging to the Divine Heavenly Sword and dramatically diminished its power.

The Black Sword’s successive strikes followed. A blade strike extending through a trajectory no human could achieve descended toward Glen’s throat.

Glen twisted the wrist holding the Divine Heavenly Sword. Like an inverted lightning bolt surging upward, the Divine Heavenly Sword knocked the Black Sword aside and slashed across the Holy Sword Master’s shoulder.

Splash!

The shield of will-infused aura shattered, and blood spilled from the Holy Sword Master’s robe.

The Holy Sword Master showed no panic. As if the wound itself were part of his design, he conceived a counterattack in that brief instant.
The Black Sword multiplied like a kaleidoscope, unleashing a vicious aura. There was no escape. It was a strike that forced defense.

Glen knew he could not retreat. He planted the Divine Heavenly Sword where he stood. The blade that had pointed upward descended, transcending distance.

Clang!

Ten Black Swords aiming for vital points shattered and scattered.

Glen did not miss the opening as the Black Sword rebounded. He refined his blade of lightning with an iron will and thrust it toward the Holy Sword Master’s heart.

Screech!

Blood welled up from the Holy Sword Master’s waist. Though his target had been the left chest, he twisted his body away in that instant and launched a counterattack. Truly, he was an opponent who could not be underestimated.

The black sword came hurtling forward, wreathed in malevolent flames. It was a strike meant to crush through sheer force.

Glen Zigheart extended his right foot forward. Lowering his center of gravity, he raised the Divine Heavenly Sword. Crimson lightning crackled and surged above the blade as it rose, cutting through the moonlight.

Kuwaaaaang!

The black flames and crimson lightning snarled at each other as if devouring one another, painting bizarre shapes across the void.

Glen Zigheart and the Holy Sword Master thrust their blades toward each other through the lingering embers of spreading auras.

Zzzzheeeeng!

The Divine Heavenly Sword and the black sword interlocked like jagged teeth, erupting in fierce sparks.

Chiiing!

Glen Zigheart twisted his ankles and wrists simultaneously, striking the center of the black sword while aiming for the Holy Sword Master’s neck.

Yet the Holy Sword Master, as if reading the move, leaned his left upper body backward and erected a thick sword barrier with the black blade.

Kyaaaang!

Blade met blade, and a violent shockwave erupted, yet neither transcendent being yielded even a finger’s breadth.
Instead, they pressed forward, their blades seeking each other’s vital points.

Glen Zigheart displayed the subtleties of swordsmanship with utmost intensity, as if returned to his childhood, eschewing overwhelming aura for pure technique.

Glen Zigheart’s blade cut across the Holy Sword Master’s chest while the black sword pierced his shoulder. A feast of swordplay unfolded at close quarters, an endless torrent of strikes without pause for breath.

An exchange where each seemed to comprehend the other’s swordsmanship perfectly. This was possible only because both Glen Zigheart and the Holy Sword Master had mastered the Ten Thousand Swords.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

As their close-quarters combat prolonged, lightning and flames coiled like serpents before finally detonating in a colossal explosion.
A tremendous storm of light radiated from the center of the lake, overturning the earth that had held back the waters.

Glen Zigheart and the Holy Sword Master descended upon the snow-covered ground now drenched with water.

“Truly worthy of the Northern Destruction King.”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order pulled his lips upward in a long smile. His face brimmed with exultation, as though the flames of joy itself were consuming his very flesh.

“….”

By contrast, Glen Zigheart’s gaze was parched and arid. His expression held only the resolve to end this battle, the Divine Heavenly Sword held low at his side.

“However….”

As the Holy Sword Master’s Order flicked his fingers, a black blade rose above his head, igniting a solemn inferno.
It flickered with ashen light as though burned and burned again to cinders, warping the very fabric of space.

“If that is all you possess, this will be where your end comes.”

With his serene incantation, the black blade advanced. Neither swift nor slow, it carried no tremor whatsoever.

Yet the technique woven into that blade was the Demon Soul Severance—the ultimate technique of the Black Night Demon Sword, which unified the will and martial arts of the Holy Sword Master’s Order who had ascended to heaven with his blade.

Full power never revealed even against the Demon Lords. The transcendent sword forged by a master of ten thousand blades surged toward Glen’s very soul.

Uuuuuuung!

Glen Zigheart raised his blade. The sphere of lightning force erupting from the sword’s edge tore through the frozen heavens and summoned a crimson dawn.

“Sword Realm Incarnate.”

The swordmaster standing in the sky uttered a solemn cry that twisted the world’s very flow.

“Ten Thousand Seamless.”

The black blade of the Divine Heavenly Sword transformed into a radiant sword ablaze with lightning and crimson brilliance. A subtle change, yet the truth lay not in the blade itself.

The true essence of Ten Thousand Seamless was Glen Zigheart—the supreme swordmaster—becoming a single blade.

Swift and powerful, flexible and light, slow and heavy, straight and sharp, containing illusion and audacity, resolute and unyielding.

Glen too burned through the mysteries of ten thousand blades accumulated until now like fuel, summoning the Thunder Shadow Sword.
A flawless perfection with not a single gap visible, like divine raiment bestowed by the heavens themselves, dwelt within his blade.

“Human Thunder.”

With Glen Zigheart’s final word, the Divine Heavenly Sword rippled with serene undulation. A blade strike curved like a crescent moon dissolved the chaos and delusion that had permeated the Holy Sword Master’s demonic soul separation.

“At last, I see it again! Heaven’s Infinite Seal!”

With the Holy Sword Master’s cry, his blade transformed. His aura seeped into the chaos and delusion, erupting with obsidian radiance. From the demonic soul separation flowed the transcendent technique—Self-Transformation Sword Opening.

“Severance.”

Glen spread the Divine Heavenly Sword like wings along the horizon. The Self-Transformation Sword Opening that had been tearing through space lost its light and plummeted.

Kuuuuuu.

The sound was not loud, but a grotesque distortion erupted between the blades, and half the lake was torn away.

“Not yet!”

With the Holy Sword Master’s cry, the black blade advanced. All his chaos intertwined, and a light darker than night blazed forth.
As if spacetime itself had frozen, only the existence of the black blade remained in all the world. It was the final season of the Dark Night Demon Blade—Infernal Flame Seal.

“No. It ends here.”

Glen’s gaze did not waver even before that absolute blade.

“Heavenly Sword.”

He grasped the Divine Heavenly Sword with both hands and raised it overhead. As he brought it down, the godly blade cleaved through the Infernal Flame Seal.

Just as the black blade was about to be erased within the pristine white blade strike—

“I said not yet.”

The Holy Sword Master appeared from behind the black blade. From his outstretched hand erupted a colorless radiance.

Kugugugugu!

The White Blood Cult Master’s blood energy was on a different level. Though she wore no color, a divine aura was sprouting with an even more noble presence than anything else. An invincible sword that could cut anything—she was the embodiment of the formless blade.

The space split lengthwise under the shockwave of the formless sword, which was fiercer than the vast flame technique unfolded with a physical blade.

“That is….”
“A secret I prepared for you.”

The Holy Sword Master’s formless blade was no mere manifestation of power. It did not interfere with the Crimson Flame Shield, but rather exploited the gaps with cunning precision. He was wielding the profound mysteries of dual swords.

In the transcendent realm where even sound could not reach, blades imbued with each warrior’s ultimate technique clashed.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

Glen Zigheart bit his parched lips. The force pressing forward was formidable. The Heavenly Sword would have cleaved through the Crimson Flame Shield alone, but the Holy Sword Master’s second blade would not yield so easily.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

The harmony of the Crimson Flame Shield and the formless blade meshed like interlocking gears, and the Heavenly Sword began to be driven backward.

“You have grown weak. Glen Zigheart.”

A sneer escaped the Holy Sword Master’s lips.

“You were not like this before.”

He continued speaking as he drove both blades forward with savage force.

“When did the Northern Destruction King ever concern himself with subordinates and grandsons! It is not like you to flee without finishing a fight!”

The Holy Sword Master ground his teeth in disappointment, dragging both blades downward in a diagonal slash.

“You were far superior when your soul burned only with vengeance and dominion!”

His crimson eyes blazed as he declared that he had no need for a weakened Northern Destruction King.

“Do not taint your past—die here!”

The Holy Sword Master’s blade strike, fueled by explosive will and emotion, grew heavier still. The Divine Heavenly Sword’s edge trembled as if it would shatter, unable to advance.

“Weakened, you say….”

Glen felt the weight of the heavens pressing down upon his shoulders, and his expression twisted.

“Perhaps that’s how it appears to you.”

The Holy Sword Master’s words held truth. When I first clashed with him, my heart burned only with vengeance for my subordinates and the will to elevate my family.

In those days, I would have fought him to the bitter end without hesitation, even if Raon and the Gwangpung Corps fell beside me.

But if asked whether that change represented weakness, I would shake my head in denial.

It was not a matter of strength or fragility—my will had simply transformed.

After gaining enlightenment, I abandoned vengeance and dominion, embracing instead the resolve to protect Sylvia, Raon, and my family.

I intended to carry that resolve throughout my life, yet somehow, the children I sought to shield gave me far more in return.

Sharing meals together, imparting teachings, exchanging awkward yet genuine conversation. I reclaimed the roles of father and grandfather that I had forsaken, discovering a new happiness in their embrace.

That is not weakness.

“Thus ends our duel, my worthy rival.”

The Holy Sword Master declared the conclusion and brought both blades down in unison. The Crimson Flame Sword and the Formless Sword traced their respective arcs, achieving ultimate harmony. Black flames consumed all, engulfing the world in obliteration.

“I am….”

Glen Zigheart opened his eyes with serene composure. Above irises that seemed burned to ash, crimson lightning flickered brilliantly.

The anger I had subdued, the dominion I had abandoned—in that space between, the moments shared with Raon surged forth. The human spectrum of joy and sorrow, rage and delight. The fissure that once held only fury was now filled with happiness and contentment, and my soul ascended to a higher dimension.

“I shall not fall until I have passed everything I am to that child.”

The blade of lightning extended once more. Not the Thunder Resonance, not the Earth Severance, not the Heavenly Sword.

Like that moment when the heavens opened at the dawn of creation.

The martial mastery that Glen Zigheart the swordmaster had cultivated across a lifetime converged into a single blade, radiating auspicious brilliance.

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