The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 566

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Chapter 566

The moment I opened my eyes, I realized my world had transformed. Grand Master. I could feel it in my very bones—I had stepped into the realm of transcendence, a tier so rare even among the Six Emperors Five Demons.

My body felt as heavy as if I’d plunged into the Deep Sea. My arms and legs moved sluggishly, as though weighted down by boulders.

Yet the world itself flowed even slower, even heavier. This must be the reality a Grand Master confronts when fully unleashing their intent.

-You absolute madman!

Wrath burst forth from the bracelet, his eyes blazing with fury.

-What kind of fool enters a trance in the middle of a battlefield! Just how enormous is your audacity!

He shook his head in exasperation, his voice trembling with disbelief.

-Why does a lunatic like you get to shatter walls! This is utterly unfair!
‘I’ll play with you later. Stay quiet for now.’

I ignored Wrath’s wailing and locked eyes with the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s twisted gaze.

‘Formidable.’

The Yonghyeon Sword Master’s martial prowess, wielding the Demonic Sword Criatus, transcended even the word “strength.”

Yet because Rimer relentlessly hounded him, gradually eroding his demonic energy and aura, I could see a path to victory.

‘I must finish this now.’

I could sense it. This overwhelming power could not be sustained indefinitely. I had to sever the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s neck before this awakened state faded.

Whoooosh!

I chanted the incantation of Manhwagong etched into my mind and raised the Heavenly Sword. Eighteen pillars of flame that bridged heaven and earth erupted, encircling the Yonghyeon Sword Master.
Each column was a prison of fire, imbued with the destructive power of a Master-rank inferno.

“Mere flames!”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master swung the Demonic Sword Criatus, attempting to escape the searing heat of the Flameless Prison, yet eighteen strands of flame devoured his demonic energy and burned with ever-greater ferocity.

“What is this!”

He brought the Demonic Sword down brutally, as if unable to comprehend flames that consumed demonic energy. Criatus erupted with a vicious torrent of power, yet the strands of fire refused to extinguish.

I compressed the range of the Flameless Prison through sheer willpower, my gaze growing cold.

‘So this is the Flameless Prison.’

The Flameless Prison was no mere offensive or defensive technique—it was a specialized martial art that created a prison with formidable resistance to demonic energy.

It was a martial technique used by Zigheart’s ancestor when battling the Strange Being whose eyes had inverted black and white. I never expected to employ it so soon.

Crash!

The Yonghyeon Sword Master, realizing the Flameless Prison’s resistance to demonic energy, poured his aura above the flames, grinding against the prison’s bars. The concentrated aura erupted in a violent explosion, shaking the Flameless Prison.

“Damn it!”

He hurled himself toward a narrow gap barely large enough for a child to slip through, willing to suffer burns if it meant escaping the Flameless Prison.

“I need to leave my mark before I go.”

As the Yonghyeon Sword Master attempted to break free, I tightened the strands of flame.

Whoooosh!

The abruptly narrowed flames carved deep burns into the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s legs and waist.

“Ugh…”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master stared at the vivid crimson burns etched into his skin like slave’s marks, his teeth grinding. The furrow of his brow, twisted in agony, showed no sign of easing.

“What—what have you done!”
“You don’t need to know.”

I aimed the Heavenly Sword at the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s eyes and shook my head.

“Ha! You dare be arrogant over a mere scratch? The real fight starts now!”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master, humiliated by losing the clash of momentum, unleashed a wave of energy so devastating it compressed the very air around us.

“Two wounds, actually. Can’t even count?”

I let the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s momentum flow past me, then raised my fingers to point out the burn marks across his waist and legs.

“Shut your mouth.”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master’s eyes turned cold and sinister as he lifted the Demonic Sword.

“How dare a mere novice at the starting line speak to me this way!”

Demonic energy and aura ignited simultaneously along the blackened blade, radiating an eerie darkness.

“This isn’t a starting line—it’s the finish line where your head will roll.”

I curled my lips into a smile and swept the Heavenly Sword upward. Flames flowing along the blade condensed at the tip, igniting into a radiant sphere as brilliant as the sun. Kangwhan—the Grand Master’s technique finally within my grasp.

“I told you to shut your mouth.”
“Then don’t make me speak.”
“Silence that mouth of yours!”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master, unable to contain his rage, thrust the Demonic Sword Criatus forward. A Kangwhan of pure demonic energy spun at terrifying speed, warping the space around it.

Kyaaaaaaang!

I drove the Heavenly Sword into the vortex of approaching demonic energy. My Kangwhan, wrapped in crimson light, carved through the darkness.

Kuwaaaaang!

The Kangwhan from Manhwagong collided with the demonic Kangwhan, flipping the battlefield between us and splitting the darkened sky asunder.

As the earth collapsed beneath me, I drove deeper into the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s space. My flames, wrapped around the silver blade, carried my unwavering resolve as they tore through the demonic energy and pushed forward.

“Kugh!”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master was forced backward, biting his lips until they bled.

“What in the….”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master stared at me with wide, disbelieving eyes, as though he couldn’t fathom losing a test of pure strength.

I stepped onto the Taewhabo and closed in on the Yonghyeon Sword Master. Rimer’s wind pushed at my back, propelling me forward as I ignited the Crimson Flame.

Whoooosh!

At the blade’s tip, crimson-soaked wood bloomed. In a fleeting instant, as though I had experienced every emotion—joy, anger, sorrow, and delight—the petals that filled the branches stretching toward the heavens scattered in a cascade.

Hundreds. No, thousands of flame fragments, imbued with my will, carved a crimson path. The pristine petals of flame became a tempest of scorching heat, enveloping the Yonghyeon Sword Master.

“Pathetic!”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master roared and raised the blade of the Demonic Sword high.
Criatus reverted to its form as the Myeongju Tree of the Demon Realm before becoming a sword, revealing thick branches and scattering leaves stained pitch-black.

Boom!

The black leaves unleashed by the Demonic Sword Criatus’s blade crushed the crimson petals of the Crimson Flame.

The Crimson Flame of old would have let its petals sink away, but this one was different. The shattered petals regathered, forming a second tempest.

“This… this can’t be….”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master’s eyes twisted. As he tried to thrust the Demonic Sword in again, the condensed petals advanced, their grains meeting head-on.

The crimson petals incinerated the black leaves and fell upon the branches created by the Demonic Sword Criatus.

Boom!

The moment the black wood was adorned with crimson petals, revealing an eerie beauty, a tremendous heat erupted, savagely tearing through the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s demonic energy and aura.

“Ugh!”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master emerged from the crimson inferno in dire condition. His long robe had become tatters, and severe burns marked his face and left arm.

“Damn it….”

He gazed down at his arm, which seemed to have ripened like overcooked fruit, and bit his lip.

“What, what is this! How can you unleash such power the moment you cross the Wall?”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master rushed forward with a snarl, his previously dignified face now twisted as if possessed by a demon.

“This power is not mine alone.”

Raon answered calmly, raising the flickering flames in a sweeping arc. Where the blade passed, space itself seemed to solidify, and a wall rose into being.

Kuwaaaaang!

The Flame Wall of Blazing Beads, a veritable fortress of fire, perfectly intercepted the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s Kangwhan.

“A, a Kangwhan Wall?”

Raon pierced through the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s space while he was still reeling from shock. I brought the Heavenly Sword down with devastating force, its blade wrapped in flames like a scabbard.

“How dare you!”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master responded instantly, as befitted a Grand Master, raising a shield of Kangwhan with his Demonic Sword.

Raon dragged the Heavenly Sword across regardless of whether he defended or not, its blade burning with thermal lines.

Manhwagong Heavenly Fire.
Red Severance.

The thermal lines etched upon the blade, thinner than silk threads, twisted the very space around them.

Chwaaaaack!

The Yonghyeon Sword Master’s Kangwhan shield fractured microscopically. It was no mistake on his part—the Red Severance, imbued with the mysteries of spatial swordsmanship, had cleaved through his Kangwhan.

“Damn!”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master desperately tried to gather his Kangwhan, but Raon’s blade had already swept past his chest.

Pukaaaaack!

The intense heat caused the crimson blood to evaporate before it could even touch the ground, leaving a vicious burn seared across the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s chest.

“What… what in the world…?”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master trembled as he clutched his chest, stumbling backward.

Boom!

I planted my left foot firmly and thrust the Heavenly Sword forward, drawing it from where I’d held it back. Flames danced along the blade’s edge, weaving the form of a fire dragon.
From the gaping maw that seemed ready to devour the world itself, a torrent of fiery breath erupted forth.

Roooaaarrr!

Flame Dragon Roar. The dragon’s cry exploded outward, and the very ground where the Yonghyeon Sword Master stood melted like lava, black smoke billowing upward.

“Hah…”

I gazed at the Heavenly Sword’s blade, now wreathed in pale golden flames, and swallowed hard.

‘Is this truly the Manhwa Palace technique?’

The Manhwa Palace had been formidable even at the Hundred Flames stage, but now that I’d reached the Thousand Flames stage, its power transcended all previous limits.
It seemed the ancestors of Zigheart had designed this swordsmanship with Grand Masters in mind from the very beginning.

‘I want to maintain this sensation.’

Once this moment passed, it would be difficult to return to this level of mastery for some time.
To accelerate that return, I needed to engrave this sensation into my very body.

-Hey!

Wrath thrust his face forward eagerly.

-The True Demon King’s techniques have gone unused until now because you were too weak to wield them properly! But now you might actually manage to follow along!

He boasted about his own techniques and even explained how to apply them.

“Hmmm…”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master staggered away from the blackened earth, his ragged breathing echoing through the scorched air. His long robe was now nothing but tatters, and his entire body was covered in crimson burns that looked as though worms had crawled across his skin.

“Hot enough for you?”

I smiled mockingly as I extended my hand toward the Yonghyeon Sword Master. Opening my palm as if to crush his skull, I drew forth Glacia.

Wrath’s Ultimate Technique.
Silver Aurora.

A brilliant blue radiance erupted from my hand, spread wide like a stag’s antlers. The moment he witnessed that light, a biting cold already enveloped the Yonghyeon Sword Master.

Ssshhhhiiiiick!

Frost blades pierced into his scorched wounds, and the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s injuries blackened and died.

Roooaaarrr!

The Yonghyeon Sword Master exerted all his power to execute his footwork, but the Silver Aurora clung to him like a leech, pressing down on his legs with crushing force.

“Just die already!”

Unable to endure any longer, the Yonghyeon Sword Master drove his Demonic Sword into the earth, unleashing a tempest of demonic energy.

But even that demonic energy froze in the bitter cold, drastically narrowing the space where he could move.

Tremendous power surged through my legs. I tore across the battlefield and reached the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s right side. My left hand extended without hesitation, gathering blue luminescence.

Wrath’s Ultimate Technique.
Silver Moon Demon Palace.

A sphere materialized between my palm and the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s right shoulder, splitting apart to unleash a wave of frigid frost.

Kuuuwaaaaang!

My own unique ultimate technique bloomed—different from Wrath’s Silver Moon Demon Palace—and the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s entire right upper body froze solid.

“Guh… hack!”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master coughed up blood and retreated, attempting to extinguish the Silver Moon Demon Palace’s cold with demonic flames, but that frost would not be quenched.

-Uwehehehehehe!

Wrath shook his round fists and grinned wickedly.

-Did you see that? That’s the True Demon King’s technique right there! Those pathetic flames you use don’t even compare!

He stretched his lips wide, boasting that Glacia surpassed Manhwagong.

‘Simple as always….’

He used to curse me for mimicking him, but now he praises me for doing it well. When I’m with Wrath, I never know which tune to dance to.

“No, this doesn’t make sense. How could someone who just reached Grand Master….”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master peeled away ice shards with flesh still clinging to them, his blue lips trembling.

“You still don’t understand.”

I regarded the Yonghyeon Sword Master with pitying eyes.

“Your weakness has grown far more than my strength has.”
“What are you talking about….”
“Did you learn nothing from fighting our lord?”

I turned away confidently before the Yonghyeon Sword Master, my lips tightening as I looked toward Rimer, uncertain whether he lived or died.

“Our lord deliberately allowed you to scatter demonic energy freely, letting your demonic sword’s power and your aura devour each other. Even as he fell, he sealed the demonic energy within his own body.”
“Ah….”

At those words, the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s complexion turned sickly pale. The eyes of the one pursuing Rimer trembled violently.

“That man never fights without reason. He calculated everything and created this path.”

I savored the sight of the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s darkening expression.

‘There’s no need to tell him the most crucial part.’

I raised the Heavenly Sword. Golden light blazed across the silver-grey blade, spreading an auspicious aura like the dawn breaking open the sky.

“Only we can mock our lord. You’re not someone worthy of ridicule or contempt.”

I grasped the remnants of my awakening—what little remained—and advanced toward the Yonghyeon Sword Master.

“Rimer! You filthy wretch!”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master roared and charged forward. It was as though he had extracted not just the power of the Demonic Sword Criatus, but every ounce of energy within him—the very heavens and earth trembled.

Raon advanced through the churning demonic energy, drawing forth his aura.
The aura surging from the lower dantian carried the steadfastness of the middle dantian as it wrapped around the consciousness of the upper dantian. Passing through all three dantians, the aura became golden flames that wetted the blade of the Heavenly Sword.

Raon and the Yonghyeon Sword Master clashed without hesitation, driving crimson and black sword strikes toward each other’s breath.

Kwaaaaaang!

The collision of the Heavenly Sword and the Demonic Sword, meeting head-on, tore a chasm from sky to earth.

Force against force, transcendent martial art against transcendent martial art—shockwaves of immeasurable intensity erupted in succession. The ground around them buckled and warped, trees were uprooted from their foundations.

It was an exchange that could be called evenly matched, yet the victor became apparent in an instant.

Crrrunch!

The hilt of the Demonic Sword Criatus, which had contained all of the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s power, crumbled, and the blade of demonic energy began to scatter.

“W-what… why is the demonic sword…?”

He trembled as he watched the hilt of his demonic sword crumble.

“It’s a seed planted by our lord, whom you called foolish.”

The Yonghyeon Sword Master hadn’t noticed because he was psychologically cornered, but Rimer had woven wind into the blade of the demonic sword, creating a subtle twist.

The seed he had left opened a path that would strike the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s throat.

“W-wait!”

Raon ignored the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s panicked cry and thrust the Heavenly Sword forward. Golden flames consumed the demonic energy, burning brilliantly. A small sun erupted above the sword’s edge, casting majestic light toward the center of the scattering demonic energy.

Kuwaaaaaaang!

A tremendous impact erupted, and the buildings of the Rakion Family crumbled like dominoes, black smoke billowing up to the heavens.

Whoooosh!

As I brought down the Heavenly Sword, the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s severed form was revealed—his upper and lower body completely separated. He clung to life only by the grace of the crumbling Demonic Sword that still bound him together.

“I… I lost to such a whelp…?”
“Your defeat. No…”

I gazed down at the Yonghyeon Sword Master as death approached, then gestured toward Rimer with a nod.

“Our victory.”

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