The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 562

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Chapter 562

Crack!

Martha brought her sword hilt down upon the shoulder of a middle-aged man who appeared to be an executive of the Lakion Family.

“Don’t think you’re safe just because you’re alive.”

She seized the man by his hair and wrenched him upright, her eyes blazing with savage fury.

“You traitors who abandoned Zigheart and sided with the Holy Sword Association can be executed at any time without consequence.”
“Ugh….”
“Whether your neck stays attached depends entirely on how useful your mouth proves to be, so I suggest you think carefully.”

The Lakion executive trembled and swallowed hard at Martha’s chilling tone.

“Where is the Holy Sword Association?”
“Who did you make a deal with?”
“What exactly is that cursed blade!”

Not only Martha, but all the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps forced the Lakion Family’s swordsmen to their knees and extracted information from them.

“….”

Lunan Slion hung back, watching both the Gwangpung Corps and the Lakion swordsmen with vigilant eyes, ready to cut down anyone who might attempt to flee.

“Sigh.”

Rimer leaned his back against the half-destroyed wall of the Patriarch’s Hall and exhaled wearily.

“This is exactly why being nice accomplishes nothing.”
“When were you ever nice?”

Burren Zigheart, who had shown barely any reaction until now, cast a sidelong glance.

“You left them with nothing but self-training and went off to play, and now you claim you did something for them?”

He snorted dismissively.

“Come to think of it, ever since the Gwangpung Unit days, I’ve just dumped everything on Raon and gone gambling.”

Crain stepped beside Burren and nodded matter-of-factly.

“These days, I see Dogyae more often at the Training Ground than I see the Lord.”

Dorian also frowned at Rimer’s unblemished skin, as if the sun had never touched it.

“Pants Lord.”

Lunan shook his head briefly at Rimer.

“P-Pants Lord is a bit much! That’s not what I—”

Rimer stopped abruptly mid-rebuttal.

“Wait! You’ve all been listening this whole time, and you just sat there quietly?”

His eyes blinked blankly.

“You insolent bastards! The Lord speaks and you don’t even respond?”

Rimer furrowed his brow, raising his fist as if about to charge forward.

“Ahem!”
“Blow harder!”
“Keep this up and you’ll regret it!”

Burren, Crain, and Dorian pretended their ears were blocked again and began striking the kneeling servants.

“Pants Lord.”

But Lunan simply muttered “Pants Lord” once more with vacant eyes, as if to say there was nothing to be done.

“Ugh, those guys…”

Rimer exhaled a long sigh and shook his head. His eyes, which resembled rain-soaked leaves, had grown distant and heavy compared to moments before.

‘That’s right. There’s no need for you to see me.’

He watched the Gwangpung Corps, who followed Raon like a lord, and a faint smile played across his lips.

‘There’s no guarantee I’ll still be here even after I achieve my revenge.’

The Yonghyeon Sword Master had lost his right arm, yet even wielding his sword with his left, he had recovered nearly all of his former martial prowess.
Back then, if Sheryl hadn’t stayed by my side, I might have fallen to the Yonghyeon Sword Master. To kill that monster who had risen to that level once more, I would have to stake my life as well.

‘If I prepare for parting from now on, it might be a little easier.’

Rimer looked up at the sky, now clear as the demonic energy dissipated, then closed his eyes.

‘But who will come to this place?’

Raon had told me through the conversation between Belus and Basion that the Sword Ghosts of the Holy Sword Association would arrive today. If I could learn who they are, it would be a great help in the coming battle.

‘If the Yonghyeon Sword Master comes, it would be both an opportunity and a crisis.’

If I could kill the Yonghyeon Sword Master who came to this place, it would be the best outcome, but fear also bloomed—the fear that I might lose the Gwangpung Corps because he was so strong.

‘Like back then… No, I shouldn’t think about that.’

Rimer shook his head to clear the unpleasant memories from his mind, then called out to Raon.

“Raon. Stop that now and extract some information! Even if it’s frustrating, we need to get what we can!”

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“Understood.”

Raon gave Rimer a brief nod, then looked down at Huan with dry eyes.

‘The lord’s words are correct.’

Watching Huan grow weary from the pain, my anger subsided. I had inflicted sufficient suffering; now it seemed time to extract information.

‘Yet….’

Something nagged at me.

The battle itself with Huan had been fierce and brutal.

It was a perilous fight where a single sword stroke could claim a life, but for Huan Lakion—renowned for his long sword mastery—wielding a demonic blade honed through countless human expeditions, his skill seemed surprisingly lacking.

Even accounting for my own growth in power and the Sword Realm’s advancement, something felt amiss.

Yet Huan didn’t appear to be harboring any hidden agenda. Fear gripped him so thoroughly that he couldn’t even meet my gaze directly.

I clicked my tongue softly and twisted the Heavenly Sword embedded in Huan’s shoulder.

Crunch!

The sound of bone crushing echoed as Huan’s eyes clamped shut and his entire body convulsed.

“Aaaahhhhh!”
“Silence.”

I forced his eyelids open and glared into his eyes.

“When will the Sword Ghost from the Holy Sword Association arrive?”
“Ugh….”

Whether from the agony and terror he’d endured, Huan’s lips—crusted with dried blood—parted immediately. His appearance was the most wretched I’d ever witnessed.

“Around… evening. They always come only after sunset.”

He shook his head, insisting the Holy Sword Association had never arrived while the sun remained in the sky.

“Evening, then….”

I nodded, observing the withered corpses of Belus and Basion.

‘Just like when they arrived at dawn.’

Belus had told Basion that he would come to the Holy Sword Association around this evening. Recalling that conversation, Huan’s words were not a lie.

‘I need to prepare quickly.’

To ensnare the Holy Sword Association, I had to organize the situation as swiftly as possible and restore my stamina and aura. There was no time to waste.

“Who is this person coming from the Holy Sword Association?”
“He, he is….”

Huan opened his mouth to speak but convulsed violently. From every pore of his body, which dripped saliva from his mouth, an incomprehensible torrent of demonic energy began to pour forth.

“What, what is this….”

I stepped back, gripping the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword. The massive aura that now emanated from the Soul Reaper Sword made all the demonic energy it had previously drawn seem trivial.

-A Demonic Blade!

Wrath, who had been lying down, bolted upright and cried out.

‘A Demonic Blade?’

The moment I heard the words “Demonic Blade,” I looked toward where Creatus was located.
The Demonic Blade—which had shattered all twelve sword poles and sword spirits—was rising with a strange vibration.

-That Demonic Blade is targeting the children! Go stop it quickly!

He realized that the target of the Demonic Blade was the Gwangpung Corps and gestured urgently.

I turned my gaze following Wrath’s hand. The Gwangpung Corps stood dazed, watching the demonic energy seeping into the ground once more.

“Ugh….”

A sharp cramp shot through my legs as I tried to move. My body was not in normal condition due to the aftereffects of using both Sword Realm Manifestation and Wrath Release, but I forced myself to step on Harmony Step and ran toward the Gwangpung Corps.

“Everyone, fall back!”
“Get away from the demonic energy!”

The moment I shouted for them to retreat, Rimer also came rushing on the wind. He too seemed to sense the ominous aura contained within the demonic energy.

Screeeech!

But the Gwangpung Corps’ reaction came too late. The demonic blade, thick with murderous intent, had already reached their feet.

In a moment too brief even for a single breath, I exchanged glances with Rimer.

I shifted to the right while Rimer surged to the left, unleashing a torrent of sword strikes against the demonic blade erupting from the ground.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

Flames wrapped in the mysteries of spatial swordsmanship and lightning carrying wind spread across the floor like a carpet, shattering every demonic blade that had been targeting the Gwangpung Corps’ lifeline.

But the Demon Sword’s assault was far from over.

A final blade, hidden deep within the swamp of demonic energy, shot forth with a time delay, hurtling toward my heart.

‘Damn it!’

I felt a chilling sensation race down my spine and bit my lip.

‘I can’t dodge it.’

Having exhausted myself with that massive sword strike, my aura and body’s response were sluggish. Even if I twisted my body forcefully, I couldn’t avoid a fatal wound.

Moreover, behind me were Yua and Julius. The two children couldn’t possibly evade this blade, so I had to block it.

As I raised my sword prepared for death, a fierce wind erupted from the left. Rimer approached like a flash of light, positioning himself beside me and opening the space.

Screeeech!

But even so, I couldn’t completely avoid the wound. My waist was carved out in a chunk, and Rimer’s forearm was also slashed.

“Ugh….”

Rimer cut away the flesh of his forearm where the demonic energy had seeped in. It was savage, but in this situation, it was the best way to prevent the demonic energy’s invasion.

“Are you alright?”

He approached me while gripping his forearm, which was bleeding heavily.

“I’m fine.”

I clenched my teeth and nodded. Black blood trickled from the wound at my waist. The demonic energy had already begun burrowing into my flesh.
I wanted to heal it with the sacred power blooming from darkness, but I had almost nothing left after using it in combat.

‘It’s far more vicious than when Huan caught me.’

This was an attack that had torn through my Black Dragon Robe. If not for Rimer, I might have truly died.

-You fool.

Wrath shook his head in exasperation.

-What would happen if you got hurt trying to save your subordinates!

He shook his head in frustration, but knowing he was exhausted, he refrained from saying more.

“That must have been the real one.”

I narrowed my eyes, watching the demonic sword slowly rise. It seemed the hilt itself was the true body of the demonic sword, not the twelve blades.

‘Was that faint sense of déjà vu I felt from Huan because of this?’

I had thought it strange that Huan seemed weaker than expected even while wielding the demonic sword, but the real power wasn’t Huan—it was the demonic sword itself.

“M-Master….”
“…Are you alright?”

Yua and Julius, standing right behind me, approached with trembling jaws.

“I’m fine.”

I offered the two children a gentle smile.

“Commander….”
“Y-Your wound is severe….”
“Don’t worry. Fall back.”

I gestured for the Gwangpung Corps to distance themselves, then turned my gaze toward the demonic sword rising before me.

“Haah.”

Rimer approached from the side, exhaling a low sigh.

“I wondered why it ended so quickly.”
“You’ve been resting until now. I’m afraid I must ask for your help this time.”

I shook my head while gripping my waist.

“There’s no helping it. This Lord must step forward….”
“Still only protecting your own body.”

A quiet voice echoing from atop the collapsed Patriarch’s Hall roughly cut off Rimer’s words.

“This voice is….”

I lifted my trembling gaze. A middle-aged man with his hair neatly swept back like a scholar brushed his beard with his only left arm. The Yonghyeon Sword Master. The Sword Master of the Holy Sword Association who had appeared in Barene, the Divine Five Elders City, revealed himself.
The Yonghyeon Sword Master. The Sword Master of the Holy Sword Association, who had appeared in Barene, the Divine Five Elders City, revealed himself.

The young man standing beside the Dragon Manifestation Sword Association was also someone he couldn’t help but recognize. Cloud, a disciple of the Holy Sword Master. The man he had spared despite being able to kill him now revealed eyes filled with malice, equipped with a new arm.

“Yonghyeon Sword Master. Was this your doing?”

Rimer ground his teeth with a grinding sound as he looked up at the Yonghyeon Sword Master.

“Filthy? I am a blade of the Holy Sword Association. A blade has no need for personal thoughts. However….”
“Shameful? I am a sword of the Holy Sword Association. A sword has no need for personal thoughts. However….”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master shook his head leisurely.

“Right now, regardless of orders, I just want to kill you.”

As he opened his left hand, the demonic sword Creatus flew gently into his grasp.

Crunch crunch!

The Yonghyeon Sword Master completely shattered the remaining days of the Demonic Sword Creatus.

As Dun wiped down the hilt, a blade of light wrapped in darkness surged forth from the hole where the blade had been embedded. The sword ablaze with magic gleamed with an eerily smooth brilliance.

“Beautiful.”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master’s lips curled upward as he gazed at the demonic blade’s edge. His dignified expression hardened into something sinister.

“This is the true awakening of the Demonic Sword Creatus. What you fought was merely its shell.”

He raised the demonic blade, which burned with violent intensity, and pointed it at Rimer.

“Y-Yonghyeon Sword Master….”

Huan spewed black blood as he reached out toward the Yonghyeon Sword Master.

“P-please… save me….”
“Yes. I shall save you.”

The moment the Yonghyeon Sword Master nodded, Huan crumbled into a handful of blood and sank away. The Demonic Sword Creatus drank the blood of its original master, unleashing an even deeper demonic aura.

“You’ve done well. Thanks to you, Creatus’s awakening has accelerated.”

He raised the demonic blade’s edge and smiled faintly.

“Now it’s time to end this.”
“Yonghyeon Sword Master!”

Rimer’s composed expression turned pitch-black as his hand trembled around his sword’s hilt.

There was another who had lost his composure in such agitation.

“Raon Zigheart!”

Cloud glared at me with his fists clenched so tightly they bled.

“I’ve returned to snap your neck!”

He drew his sword with his right arm, letting out a grotesque laugh.

“You were weeping and begging for your life, and now you pretend to be strong?”

I activated the Ring of Fire intensely, forcibly suppressing the demonic aura that burrowed inward, and let out a scornful laugh.

“The only reason you’re still alive is because you had a good master.”
“Shut your mouth!”
“Where did that arm come from? I reduced it to ash so it couldn’t be reattached.”
“You know nothing!”

Cloud’s right arm had been completely incinerated beyond any possibility of reattachment. Judging by the subtly different skin tone, it appeared to be someone else’s arm—or perhaps an artifact.

“I’ll kill you. No matter what it takes, I will end your life!”
“I think I’ve heard that before.”

I exhaled sharply and raised the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword.

‘This is bad.’

The aura emanating from Cloud had grown stronger than before, perhaps due to the new arm. I couldn’t use Sword Realm Manifestation, and my body was far from normal—this was the worst possible situation.

Roooooooar!

Behind Cloud and the Yonghyeon Sword Master, the Sword Ghosts of the Holy Sword Association prostrated themselves. Every single one of them was a master. The Gwangpung Corps would face a grueling battle as well.

‘If I can just hold on, there’s still hope.’

After hearing Belus and Basion’s conversation yesterday, I immediately contacted the family and requested reinforcements. If that message arrived safely, people from Zigheart would arrive soon. Until then, I had to endure no matter what.

“It brings back memories.”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master flicked his index finger.

“Back then, you couldn’t protect your subordinates and survived alone, clinging to that stubborn life until now. How will it be this time?”
“You….”
“They say history repeats itself, but this time you won’t survive either.”
“Shut your mouth!”

Rimer erupted with an explosive aura as if he would charge forward at any moment.

“Master.”

I called out to Rimer, but he was consumed by rage toward the Yonghyeon Sword Master and didn’t hear my words.

“Master!”

I raised my voice and kicked Rimer’s backside.

“Ugh….”
“Snap out of it.”

Raon grabbed Rimer’s shoulders, his eyes wide, and shook his head.

“We need to return together.”

At those words, the fury burning in Rimer’s eyes gradually dimmed.

“Right. That’s what we should do.”

Rimer steadied his breathing and nodded.

“But where did you learn to kick my ass like that?”
“From whom else?”
“Hmm, don’t copy anything else from her. That woman is strange.”

He cursed Sheryl while drawing a faint smile.

“It won’t change anything anyway.”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master’s irritation flared as Rimer’s agitation subsided, veins bulging across his forehead.

Raon narrowed his eyes, observing the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s expression.

‘So it was him who shattered the Master’s dantian after all.’

From the conversation, it seemed the Yonghyeon Sword Master had killed Rimer’s subordinate and broken his dantian, while Rimer had severed the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s arm in return.
It was certain that Rimer, who had been called the Radiant Sword for his noble character, had become indolent ever since that incident.

“Kill them all.”

At the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s gesture, the Sword Ghosts of the Holy Sword Association charged toward the Gwangpung Corps.

“No one passes through.”

Rimer stepped forward and drew his sword. Just as he was about to slash the Sword Ghosts with wind-laden steel, the Yonghyeon Sword Master moved.

Clang!

The Yonghyeon Sword Master blocked Rimer’s path with Criatus, blazing with demonic energy, and curled his lips into a smirk.

“Your current strength is insufficient.”
“That’s not for you to decide.”

Along with Rimer’s smile, crimson lightning gathered atop his silver blade.

“The Northern Destruction King’s lightning. I’ve seen that before.”
“No, it’s different from back then.”

Before his words even finished, the lightning intertwined like chains, erupting with brilliant radiance.

Boom!

Rimer raised his sword as a crimson tempest swirled around it, his piercing eyes gleaming with lethal intent.

“Today, I shall end our bitter feud in this place.”

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