The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 628

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Chapter 628

I raised the Heavenly Sword, which had been angled downward, toward the Sword Ghost of the Holy Sword Association and the Dark Tower’s demonic beings standing behind Lusithen and Belusian.

Whoooooosh!

With a sound like waves crashing through the air, the bodies of the Sword Ghost and demonic beings twisted violently.

Splurt!

Crimson blood erupted from the chests of the demonic beings and Sword Ghost, split open along with the very space itself. Like Lusithen and Belusian, they never even realized their own deaths before their bodies collapsed onto the desert. Gray sand darkened with blood.

“Hah.”

Listern exhaled sharply, watching the corpses of Lusithen and Belusian with their severed heads rolling away simultaneously.

“Those monsters weren’t supposed to die like this….”

With two sword strikes delivered as effortlessly as sweeping wind, I shattered the walls of the Holy Sword Association and Black Tower that had been holding back hundreds of people. Overwhelming force. I seemed stronger than when they’d last seen me.

“They were able to fall so easily because they let their guard down.”

I waved my hand dismissively at the bewildered Listern. Lusithen and Belusian had underestimated me and never unleashed their full power from the start—a fatal carelessness that cost them their heads in a single strike. It was a mistake one should never make in a life-or-death battle.

‘Now isn’t the time to worry about those fools.’

I drew up my aura while utilizing Seolhwa’s senses. I wove my energy perception like a spider’s web and spread it across the entire forest and desert.

‘Since they said they’re in combat, finding them should be easy.’

Serena and the Gwimma Swordmaster hadn’t appeared anywhere in the forest or desert, but since they were in battle, sensing the flow of aura wouldn’t be difficult.

At the end of my energy perception spreading out in all directions like a divine dragon, I felt an intense aura wave. It was the clash of wills created by a Grand Master.

‘That’s the direction.’

I determined my heading and turned around.

“The last time I saw them was over there.”

Listern pointed to a spot slightly removed from where he’d sensed the aura fluctuation moments ago. It was the wrong direction.

“It seems they were separated during combat. They’re in this direction now. Everyone, follow me.”

After correcting Listern’s bearings, I gestured to the Gwangpung Corps. Treading upon the sand with measured steps, I surged forward first.

“Yes!”

The Gwangpung Corps treated my words as gospel truth, not a single member questioning, and raced across the desert in my wake.

“Ah, what a hassle.”

Even Rimer, the Sword Master who refused to heed the Head of House himself, offered no rebuttal to my words.
Every member of the Gwangpung Corps placed their complete trust in me.

“Couldn’t I just rest here?”

Listern exhaled a long sigh, watching my figure recede into the distance.
With a sense of aura that transcended human limits, I needed no intelligence briefing to locate the enemy. He’d witnessed countless martial artists, but never a monster like this.

‘Even if I’m not helpful…’

I should follow to the end.

Beyond Deningrose’s request, I’d experienced a new sensation thanks to Raon among the Sran Tribe.
I wanted to chase after the Gwangpung Corps if only to feel that sensation once more.

“Let me come with you!”

Listern brushed the sand from his hands and raced across the desert, pursuing the Gwangpung Corps’s trail.

“Hmm….”
“U-us too!”
“Right! The Sword Master’s Tomb is right before our eyes! We can’t miss this!”
“That’s true. Once we enter the tomb, who knows who’ll claim the treasures.”
“Follow them!”

The martial artists from the Holy Sword Association and Black Tower who had been blocked in their path now rushed across the desert, following the direction Raon had taken. The hunger burning in their eyes showed no sign of diminishing.

“Sigh…”

Unlike the martial artists charging forward like buffalo, there were those who turned their backs, seemingly abandoning the Sword Master’s Tomb’s legacy.

“I can’t do this.”
“I want to go back home too…”
“How are we supposed to defeat a monster like that?”
“I should go home and continue the family trade…”

A handful of martial artists, overwhelmed by Raon’s power, lowered their heads and retraced their steps.

However, the masters and eccentrics who had been hiding in the forest and desert, observing the situation, did not retreat a single step. They slowly pursued Raon.

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After running for a considerable distance toward where the aura collision had been felt, a desolate forest and desert came into view.

Half of the forest had been reduced to ash as if consumed by flames, while the other half was frozen solid by black cold.

Meanwhile, the desert was pocked with dozens of craters. It looked as though it had been bombarded by magic, with not a single intact spot remaining.

‘So Seol Goehu and Raeseo clashed in the forest, and Serena fought the Gwimma Swordmaster in the desert?’

From the state of things, it seemed a 2v2 battle had taken place.

‘No, wait…’

There’s one more.

Beyond the auras of the Gonggeom Unit swordsmen and the Gwimma Sword Squad’s sword ghosts, the traces of a supreme master were etched into the landscape.
I couldn’t say for certain who it was, but it seemed there was one more person involved.

‘If that’s the case, then perhaps…’

As I anticipated another threat, the sand dune before me erupted, and Serena burst into the air alongside a tall man with long black hair.

“….”

Serena’s hair, which had been tied back, was now scattered in disarray, and her uniform was splattered with sand and blood. She had clearly taken a beating.

In contrast, the tall swordsman facing her wore a smile without a single wound on his body.

‘Is that the Gwimma Swordmaster?’

His arms and legs were abnormally elongated. Beyond a physique suited for wielding a blade and footwork, he resembled a grasshopper, yet the aura radiating from him was so immense that I couldn’t even muster a laugh.

Boom!

The Gwimma Swordmaster trampled the air as if it were solid ground, charging at Serena. The blade of the sword he held trembled thinly, creating dozens of flashes of light.

“….”

Serena gazed calmly at the web of blades covering the sky. Gripping her sword with both hands, she brought it down as if splitting heaven and earth.

Kwaaaaaaa!

A tremendous shockwave erupted, melting away both Serena’s slash and the Gwimma Swordmaster’s blade net entirely.

Ching!

As if he had anticipated this outcome, the Gwimma Swordmaster struck upward toward Serena’s left side, thrusting his blade toward her heart.

“….”

Serena, too, had not missed the Gwimma Swordmaster’s movement. She stepped forward with her right foot, advancing rather than retreating, and blocked his blade.

Clang!

Thanks to her swift judgment, the Gwimma Swordmaster’s strike bounced away without reaching its target. Had she been even a moment slower, her heart would have been pierced.

‘The matchup isn’t favorable.’

The compatibility between the Gwimma Swordmaster, who pursued extreme speed, and Serena, whose strength lay in overwhelming weight, was nothing short of catastrophic.

‘And on top of that….’

I turned my gaze to the left. A massive presence sank heavily from the mangled forest, and someone was approaching at a terrifying speed.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

A young-looking woman wrapped in black cold energy burst forth from the forest, which had been half-frozen, and raised a spear of frigid force toward Serena’s neck.
Seol Goehu appeared to be trying to strike down Raeseo and assist the Gwimma Swordmaster.

“You’re too late!”

The Gwimma Swordmaster drew a bloody smile as he regained his sword that had been pushed back. Without missing the opportunity, he thrust his ceremonial blade toward Serena’s heart once more.

“Mm….”

For the first time, Serena’s eyes twisted despite her wound, her composure finally wavering.
She chose to focus only on the Gwimma Swordmaster rather than Seol Goehu, seemingly ready to abandon one side. Her back was attempting to endure with an aura shield.

Boom!

In that instant, I released the suppressed aura I had been holding and stepped on the Heavenly Stride. Unlike the Gwimma Swordmaster treading through empty air, I advanced as if transcending space itself, positioning myself behind Serena.

“Raon?”

Receiving Serena’s startled gaze at an angle, I pressed down on Seol Goehu’s hand with the blade of the Heavenly Sword as she charged forward.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

The flames of the Manhwagong and Seol Goehu’s cold energy clashed like beasts baring their fangs, then exploded in an instant.

“Ugh!”

Seol Goehu staggered backward from the intense shockwave, her brow furrowed. Her hand, carved as if from transparent ice, trembled violently.

“You are….”

As Seol Goehu’s eyes widened in bewilderment, the Gwimma Swordmaster descended beside her.

“That bastard is Raon Zigheart.”

The Gwimma Swordmaster’s brow furrowed as he seemed to recognize the identity immediately.

“How did you get here? Lusithen should have been present?”
“Now that you mention it….”

Seol Goehu also shifted his gaze, searching for Belusian.

“Do you need an explanation?”

Raon looked down at Seol Goehu and the Gwimma Swordmaster, tilting his chin.

“….”

Their eyes hardened with even greater ferocity.

“You didn’t even sense the battle?”
“There was no battle.”
“What?”
“Both died in a single strike. They weren’t worth fighting.”

Raon spoke with serene eyes, his tone cutting.

“This bastard….”
“Arrogant fool.”

The Gwimma Swordmaster and Seol Goehu bit their lips.

“I have no interest in idle conversation with you. Produce the map.”

Raon beckoned to the Gwimma Swordmaster with a flick of his finger.

“Ha! Krahahahaha!”

The Gwimma Swordmaster burst into laughter, clutching his head.

“It seems I’ve been resting too long.”

He twisted his lips and stamped the ground.

“A greenhorn who hasn’t even dried the blood from their hair dares to run their mouth like that!”
“Then go ahead and die to that loudmouth greenhorn.”

I let out a scoff and was about to summon Hwaryeong when it happened.

Whoooosh!

White water surged up to the right of the Gwimma Swordmaster and Seol Goehu, and a Strange Being with its upper body dyed grey emerged from the depths.

‘This aura…’

Blood Qi?

I sensed the White Blood Sect’s blood qi emanating from within the Strange Being—an intensity that rivaled an Apostle.

“That’s him.”

Serena stepped closer beside me, biting her lip.

“When I was fighting Raeseo, this bastard suddenly interfered. The 6th Apostle.”

She trembled the sword gripped in her hand, speaking of the ambush she’d endured.

‘So it was the White Blood Sect after all.’

When I sensed the presence of a third master in this place, I’d suspected it was an Apostle of the White Blood Sect, and my prediction had proven correct.

‘The 6th Apostle, then…’

Though I’d never encountered this Apostle before, he was no opponent to dismiss lightly. The blood qi emanating from him was disturbingly refined.

Those three from Oma often moved together. It seemed they’d decided to share the Sword Master’s Tomb this time as well.

“Your timing is perfect. Let’s dispose of these bastards first—”
“A problem has arisen.”

The 6th Apostle glanced in my direction, then shook his head.

“Muryeong Ghost Guest discovered the tomb first. He entered it before anyone else, and now all the humans in the vicinity are heading toward it.”
“What?”

The Gwimma Swordmaster’s eyes widened, as if he hadn’t anticipated such a situation.

“What kind of nonsense is that!”
“Wasn’t Muryeong Ghost Guest killed by Baek Saou?”

Seol Goehu opened his mouth in bewilderment, echoing the question.

“He was feigning death while searching alone. He had memorized the map, after all.”
“Damn it! Where is it!”
“Not far from here.”

The 6th Apostle raised his finger. Pale crimson energy spread from his fingertip, ensnaring both Seol Goehu and the Gwimma Swordmaster.

“Where do you think you’re going!”
“Hmph!”

I stepped on Tae Hwa Bo and rushed toward the 6th Apostle, attempting to strike with Red Fang—but the Gwimma Swordmaster and Seol Goehu simultaneously extended their hands.

A deafening crash erupted!

The two monsters’ auras exploded in an instant, unleashing a torrential downpour of sword strikes and frigid energy into the sky. Their target wasn’t me—it was the Gwangpung Corps and the Gonggeom Unit behind me.

Even with Serena and Rimer present, it seemed impossible to block all of it.

“Damn!”

I stepped back and summoned Hwa Ryeong.

A resonant surge erupted!

Hundreds of petals bloomed from the sword’s edge, forming a wall of flame that shielded the front lines of the Gwangpung Corps and the Gonggeom Unit.

A sharp metallic ring pierced the air!

Rimer and Serena each took the left and right flanks, deflecting the falling sword strikes and frigid energy.

However, the 6th Apostle, the Gwimma Swordmaster, and Seol Goehu had already vanished from that location.

“Raon!”

Listern approached with an urgent expression.

“What they said is true. The Muryeong Ghost Guest apparently found the tomb first and entered it!”

He lowered his head, mentioning that he’d just received word from an agent.

“The location is….”
“Over there.”

I pointed toward the direction of the ravaged forest. I could still sense the auras of those who had disappeared moments ago emanating from that direction. It wasn’t far at all.

“Let’s go.”
“Cough.”

As I gestured for the others to follow, Serena stopped in her tracks and coughed up blood from her mouth. It seemed her internal injuries, which she’d been suppressing, had worsened.

“Master of the Gonggeom Unit!”
“I’m fine.”

Serena wiped away the blood trickling from her lips as if nothing had happened and swallowed an internal injury remedy.

“I was caught off guard by the 6th Apostle and took some damage. Don’t worry.”

She waved her hand dismissively and walked ahead into the forest. Despite what must have been severe pain, she showed no sign of discomfort—her tolerance rivaled my own.

“Thank you for coming.”

Serena offered a faint smile and bowed her head.

“We can exchange proper thanks later. For now, let’s depart. We can’t afford to be late.”
“Are you truly certain you’re alright?”
“Yes.”
“…Understood.”

It would have been rude to continue expressing concern when she insisted she was fine. I nodded and ventured deeper into the forest.

Corpses of Valcar’s mages littered the ground everywhere, casualties of Seol Goehu and the Demonic Beings. Many others bore the marks of the 6th Apostle and the Blood Ghosts.
Having been attacked by two of the Oma, it seemed Valcar’s mages couldn’t withstand the assault.

I bit my lip and ventured deeper into the Forest, sensing the presence of countless people.
The numbers were staggering—as if every human in the vicinity had converged here. Even the reclusive masters and legendary experts of the previous generation were revealing themselves for the first time.

Some warriors had drawn their blades as if to keep each other in check, but most simply rushed deeper into the Forest.

Following the crowd into the depths of the Forest, I spotted a small Zelkova Tree standing beneath a low Hill, with a rectangular opening carved into the ground beneath it.
It wasn’t natural—the edges were far too clean and precise, clearly artificial.

The Gwimma Swordmaster and Seol Goehu the Apostle had already entered; no one was visible, and blood stained the surrounding area.

Seeing how the one with the map had entered without hesitation, it was certain this was the Sword Master’s Tomb.

Even now, reclusive masters, legendary experts, and ordinary warriors alike were throwing themselves into the tomb.

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed at the opening in the ground.

‘I can’t sense the aura inside.’

It was merely a hole, yet I couldn’t feel the energy within.

“….”

Serena’s expression darkened as she sensed it too.

“Gonggeom Unit, we’re entering.”

Yet her decision came swiftly. To find the mission within the Sword Master’s Tomb, she seemed resolved to push forward without hesitation, trap or otherwise.

“Are you truly going?”
“This is a mission I chose myself. It’s only right that I see it through, even unto death.”

Serena offered a serene smile, as if there was no turning back.

“You must decide for yourself. If you do come, protect yourself as much as possible.”

She waved her hand lightly and entered the tomb first.

The Gonggeom Unit, too, trusted the Organization Master and rushed in without the slightest hesitation.

“What should we do?”

Rimer approached from the side. Even at this very moment, many were entering the Sword Master’s Tomb.

“Isn’t something odd about this?”
“Odd?”

Rimer drew closer, as if asking what I meant.

“The tomb being discovered right when we, the Gwimma Sword Squad, the Black Tower, and the White Blood Cult were about to clash—that’s strange. And everyone knowing about it is also suspicious.”

I furrowed my brow as I gazed at the Sword Master’s Tomb. Serena’s troubled expression as she looked our way suggested she felt the strangeness too.

“Besides, the Muryeong Ghost Guest is a thief and an informant. Even if he died, he wouldn’t openly expose a tomb like this.”
“Perhaps he was desperate? If things continued as they were, the Holy Sword Association would seize it.”

Rimer shook his head.

“Even so, the situation itself is peculiar.”

Burren narrowed his eyes as he looked at me.

“So you’re saying it’s likely a trap.”

Rimer exhaled a sigh.

“That’s what I’m saying. However….”

I nodded to Rimer and examined the opening again.

“This entrance is definitely ancient. Not just decades—it must be centuries old.”

The entrance appeared to have weathered such an immense span of time that its exact age was impossible to discern.

“I share that assessment. It could be a trap, but this isn’t something from just days or weeks ago.”

Listern nodded in agreement.

“So what are you going to do?”

Rimer nodded as if asking me to make a decision as the Organization Master.

I turned to look at the Gwangpung Corps. Every swordsman gazed back at me with eyes full of confidence. Their expressions said they could do anything.

“We have to go.”

Even if we couldn’t obtain the Sword Master’s Tomb’s legacy, I couldn’t allow it to fall into Oma’s hands. Moreover, Serena was inside there, wounded, so I couldn’t simply abandon her. It was right to provide at least minimal support.
Besides, Serena was injured in there, so I couldn’t just leave her alone. It was only right to provide at least some support.

“Okay.”

Rimer nodded calmly, seeming to trust Raon’s judgment as Organization Master, regardless of whether it was right or wrong.

Dorian.

Raon gestured to Dorian.

“That! Oh! Yes!”
“That. Oh! Yes!”

Dorian nodded and distributed badges engraved with the green wind emblem to all members of the Gwangpung Corps.

“What is this?”

Burren Zigheart shook his head as he received the badge.

“So it’s a green wind, then.”
So it’s a green wind.

He glanced at Rimer and let out a snort of laughter.

“Well, it’s shabby, but something like this isn’t so bad either.”

Martha nodded.

“It’s light.”

Lunan fastened the badge to his sleeve with evident satisfaction.

“Tacky. They should’ve just given me the money they spent making this thing.”
“….”

The Red-haired Elf, whose likeness had inspired the badge’s design, wrinkled her nose in clear displeasure. There was truly nothing about it that pleased her.

“We’re going in.”

Once I confirmed that every member of the Gwangpung Corps had affixed their badges to various points on their uniforms, I leaped into the Sword Master’s Tomb.

My feet found no purchase in the air, and the aura I’d dispersed around me abruptly severed. It was a Separate Space—completely isolated from the outside world.

The sensation was peculiar. I felt as though I were suspended in the void, plummeting endlessly into a Bottomless Abyss.

By the time my senses grew hazy from the fall, my feet finally touched solid ground.

I slowly opened my eyes.

I stood speechless, my jaw dropping at the unbelievable sight before me.

“What is this place…?”

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