The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 639

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Chapter 639

Raon wiped away the sweat trickling down his chin as he studied the Sword Saint’s martial texts—the Demonic Path Technique and the Demon-Slaying Sword Formula.

‘I’m certain now.’

That’s the core of the Sword Saint’s power.

Thanks to the Muryeong Ghost Guest, I confirmed that the Sword Saint’s soul and these two martial texts were connected. His boundless stamina and aura undoubtedly emanated from these texts.

‘It makes sense.’

The Sword Saint had left behind these martial texts for future generations who would enter this tomb.
Since he harbored regrets about not having a successor, it was only natural that he would use these texts as his core.

-So you finally noticed.

Wrath scratched the bridge of his nose as if disappointed.

-That wretch drew his power from those books. By imposing the constraint of displaying the core outwardly, he even amplified this corpse’s strength. Quite a provocative scheme.

He chuckled, impressed by whoever had orchestrated this.

‘Obvious.’

It had to be Derus Robert. No one else could devise such a plan.

“I found it.”

Raon called out to Koman and Raystel Barfil with unwavering certainty in his eyes.

“Found it, you say?”
“What do you mean by that?”

The two men tilted their heads in confusion, unable to comprehend what he meant by “found it.”

“I have found the core that grants the Sword Saint infinite power.”
“Y-you truly have?”
“What is it? I shall destroy it at once!”

Koman and Raystel Barfil raised their voices with joy at the prospect of ending this hellish battle.

“A core?”

Delphos looked down at Raon with a sneer.

“Do you truly believe such a thing exists? Stop your foolish fantasies and instead seek a way to survive a little longer….”
“The Muryeong Manuscript.”

Raon cut off Delphos’s words and raised his hand. With a slender index finger, I pointed to the Sword Saint’s Muryeong Manuscript.

“The Demonic Path Technique and the Demon-Slaying Sword Art—these are the core of the Sword Saint.”
“That’s impossible.”
“T-that can’t be….”

Koman and Raystel Barfil trembled with disbelief. Their reaction was natural—no sane being would expose their core so openly.

They had seized upon that very blind spot.

….

Raon offered no answer to the two men, instead studying Delphos’s expression. Undisguised shock was written plainly across his face.

“The answer is being spoken by him directly.”

With a light smile, I gestured toward Delphos with my chin.

“Tch!”

Delphos quickly hardened his expression, but it was already too late.
Everyone present—not just Koman and Raystel Barfil—had witnessed his distorted face.

“Hah….”
“Is that book truly the core of the Sword Saint?”
“If we burn that book alone, the Sword Saint’s infinite aura will be severed.”

Raon said he had finally seized the opportunity and raised the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword.

‘If I end this quickly, I can win.’

My stamina and aura were nearly depleted, and the Sword Realm had reached its limits, but I felt no sense of defeat.
If the three of us fought together, we could end this battle.

“Of all things, the Wordless Scripture…”
“Hmm…”

However, Koman and Raystel Barfil did not move immediately. They bit their lips while staring at the Wordless Scripture.

“Sigh…”

Raon exhaled deeply as he watched them.

‘Of course.’

Honestly, I would feel the same way.

The reason the warriors and mages came here was for the Sword Saint Legacy—specifically, to obtain that Wordless Scripture.

But now they had to burn the very scripture that was their goal and reason for coming, so their hesitation and conflict were natural.

Derus had anticipated this weakness and made the Wordless Scripture the core of his scheme. To destroy his plan, that scripture had to be burned completely.

“I understand your feelings.”

Raon raised the Divine Sword. The dying flames erupted with renewed life, burning with a deep golden radiance. It was a fire that seemed to erase the darkness that had settled upon the warriors’ hearts.

“But burning that Wordless Scripture is the only way we can win.”

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“Hah…”

Delphos furrowed his brow deeply as he gazed into Raon’s composed eyes.

‘What in the world is this monster…’

How does he even manage to uncover the very core itself?!

Raon Zigheart was right. The source of power that provided infinite aura to the Sword Saint was indeed those two martial arts tomes.

Typically, living beings conceal their cores in places where enemies cannot see them, but by exploiting this blind spot, he had made the martial arts tomes the Sword Saint’s core.

By imposing the constraint of exposing the core to the enemy, he had even gained the effect of strengthening the Sword Saint’s power. He never imagined anyone would uncover this secret.

‘Why of all people, him?!’

Even the Muryeong Ghost Guest, who could steal any treasure, the Koman Knight Order commander who had won countless wars, and Raystel Barfil with his vast knowledge couldn’t find it—how had this mere boy discovered it?

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

Delphos ground his teeth so hard that blood seeped from his gums.

‘I should have killed him long ago.’

No, he had tried to kill him, but the boy had seen through everything.

From the Second Layer onward, he had attempted to kill Raon Zigheart, yet the boy had pierced through every trap and reached the final floor through sheer strength alone. There was honestly nothing more to say.

‘Cursed brat.’

He was clenching his teeth, consumed by burning rage toward Raon, when—

Unlike the confident Raon Zigheart, Koman and Raystel Barfil remained in a state of confusion, unable to assume a combat stance.

‘Wait….’

If I use this.

Delphos clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. A method to reverse this situation had occurred to him.

‘This time, I cannot let him escape so easily.’

I quickly finished my thoughts and nodded.

“You’re right. Those two martial arts texts—the Demonic Horse Path and the Demon-Slaying Sword Scripture—are the source of the Sword Saint’s power. So what are you proposing?”

Delphos smiled leisurely and flicked his finger.

“Surely you’re not suggesting we burn those martial arts texts?”
“That’s exactly what I’m suggesting.”

Raon nodded calmly.

“Even if those are truly the Sword Saint’s martial arts texts?”

Delphos crossed his legs and tapped the armrest of the Jade Throne rhythmically.

“The current Sword Saint can barely muster half the power he possessed in life. If we obtain those martial arts texts, we could become a second Sword Saint—yet you’d burn such a treasure?”
“It’s bothersome. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Raon answered firmly once more, but deeper anguish flickered in the eyes of those around him.

“Heh heh.”

Delphos stroked his lips with a light laugh. By now, the fighting had ceased, and everyone’s gaze was fixed on this spot.

[Delphos.]

The Sabi Commander sent a message as if he’d been waiting.

[The barrier’s control has completely transferred to Raon Zigheart. There’s no way to—]
[There’s no need to seize control. Just add one more thing.]
[Pardon? What do you—]
[Desire. Awaken only the desire for treasure. You can manage that, can’t you?]
[I’ll do it! Yes, I will!]

Delphos gazed up at the Sword Saint’s martial arts texts as he received the Sabi Commander’s response.

“A martial art rare on the Continent—one that can reach transcendence. And it even contains the Sword Saint’s late-life insights and interpretations, doesn’t it?”

His gaze turned toward Crasel, the Ten-Thousand Swords Master who had directly examined the martial arts texts.

“Hmm….”

Crasel didn’t answer, but the way he bit his lip spoke volumes to everyone present.

I could feel the light of desire slowly seeping into everyone’s eyes. It seemed the Sabi Commander was making something happen.

“You’d do well to think carefully. Will you obtain the Sword Saint’s martial techniques and become the master of this Continent, or will you simply do others’ bidding?”

Delphos realized the moment had come and infused his voice with power.

“Do others’ bidding?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You still don’t understand?”

He chuckled and waved his hand dismissively.

“Raon Zigheart said he would burn those martial techniques. But who here handles fire the best? Him. Which means….”
“He might pretend to burn them while actually taking the martial techniques for himself?”

The Gwimma Swordmaster furrowed his brow, his sword still lowered.

“Exactly right.”

The moment Delphos snapped his fingers, the atmosphere in the cavern shifted dramatically. The wall of trust built on cooperation crumbled in an instant.

“You….”
“Hehe.”

Delphos nodded as he watched Raon’s face contort.

“Let’s continue this sordid battle.”

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I felt the sharp, piercing gazes of the warriors bearing down on me as I bit my lip.

‘Damn it….’

I didn’t need to turn my eyes. The atmosphere had shifted. Desire rekindled in everyone’s gaze.

‘There seems to be someone else involved.’

Delphos alone couldn’t have created this situation.
There appeared to be a high-ranking sorcerer controlling the aura of this cavern separately.

I attempted to restore the First Head of House’s barrier by operating the Ring of Fire, but it wasn’t easy. My mental strength and aura had reached their limits, and the other side was holding firm with desperate resolve.

‘I’ll have no choice but to fight in this state.’

Disadvantageous, but there was no time to spare. The one saving grace was that Koman and Raystel Barfil hadn’t succumbed to desire like before.

Instead, the two of them were gripped by fear.

“Is… is there really no other way but to burn it…?”
“I know it can’t be helped, but destroying transcendent martial arts with my own hands…”

Both of them were terrified of destroying martial arts that could touch transcendence with their own hands.

“It’s alright.”

I infused my voice with the subtle essence of clarity. My crystalline tone awakened their spirits.

“It’s not about the importance of the martial arts—it’s about people. The Sword Saint would want that too.”
“Right, I suppose so.”
“We can’t make the same foolish mistake twice.”

Raystel Barfil and Koman set their jaws firmly, their resolve hardened, and took their positions before the Sword Saint’s Tomb.

“You insane bastards!”
“Burning the martial arts scripture! Never!”

The Gwimma Swordmaster and the 6th Apostle launched a ferocious assault, their eyes bloodshot with rage.
The Gwimma Sword Squad and the Blood Ghosts surged forward, their malice evident as they moved to prevent the burning of the scripture.

“You can’t read the room. You two, step back.”
“We can’t leave!”

Rimer and Serena, who had been standing back, rode the wind forward and blocked the Gwimma Swordmaster and the 6th Apostle.

“Organization Master! We’ll handle this!”
“I don’t like that bastard’s face from the start, so beat him up…!”
“Handsome Raon, you’ve got this.”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan also raised their voices while blocking the Gwimma Sword Squad’s assault. It seemed I could trust them with my back.

“Just open the path for me. I’ll take down the Muryeong Ghost Guest.”

I nodded toward Koman and Raystel Barfil.

“Good. This kind of fight is my specialty.”
“Phew, my heart feels like it’s about to burst.”

Koman spat out a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and drew his sword, while Raystel straightened his posture, leaning on his staff.

Goooooooo.

I grasped the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, which were gradually becoming more refined, and condensed my aura behind them.

“Hraaaaah!”

Koman took the vanguard once more and charged toward the Sword Saint. His blade gleamed with a steely blue light, carrying the will not to break.

Claaaaaang!

But will and actual power were different things. Koman’s body staggered under the Sword Saint’s brutal strike.

“Not yet!”

Koman planted his ankles firmly into the ground and forcibly withstood the Sword Saint’s blade.

“Thunder Storm!”

Lightning arrows poured down from Raystel’s trembling hands.

Clang!

The Sword Saint raised his Divine Sword and brutally shattered the lightning arrows that Raystel Barfil unleashed.

Boom!

I stepped on the Taewhabo the moment the Sword Saint’s both hands lifted.
Just as I was about to thrust the Divine Sword through the opening, a chilling sound of cutting air came from behind my back.

‘Sword aura?’

A sharp sword aura was aimed at the backs of Koman, myself, and Raystel Barfil.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have paid it any mind, but right now Koman and Raystel Barfil lacked the strength to block that aura.

Crash!

I abandoned my strike against the Sword Saint. After deflecting the fiercely incoming sword aura, I examined who had sent it.

“Ugh….”
“Did we fail?”
“Keep going! They’re exhausted too!”

Warriors with eyes stained crimson red were raising sword auras once more.

“Block it no matter what!”
“Don’t let it burn!”
“If we just get the Muryeong Scripture, we can become Sword Saints too!”

The Neutral Factions close to Oma shrieked and unleashed sword and energy auras toward us.

“Damn them.”

I bit my lip and raised the Flame Wall. It was wasteful to use aura, but I had no choice to protect Koman and Raystel Barfil.

“Kahahahahaha!”

Delphos burst into wild laughter, clutching his forehead.

“How does it feel to be attacked by those you once saved?”
“I never saved bastards like that!”

I deflected the sword qi of the warriors and the Sword Saint’s blade strike simultaneously, my gaze shifting rapidly across the battlefield.

‘The Gwangpung Corps and Gonggeom Unit can’t help. Neither can the Koman Knight Order or the mages.’

The Gwangpung Corps and Gonggeom Unit were bound by Oma, while the Koman Knight Order and mages were locked in combat with Delphos’s Younggwidaе.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t rely on anyone for assistance.

‘Do I need to resort to extreme measures?’

Just as I was about to make a swift decision due to the lack of time—

“You idiots!”
“Stop!”

The warriors who had been retreating, overwhelmed by the Sword Saint’s momentum, stepped forward to block those launching sword qi attacks.

“Have some sense!”
“They’re fighting for us!”
“You’re worse than beasts!”

Their faces were familiar. They were the people I had just saved from the Sword Saint.
No, it wasn’t just them. Warriors who had received aid from the Gwangpung Corps and Gonggeom Unit, or whom I had rescued and healed on the First Layer, were now standing as barriers against those consumed by desire.

“You madmen!”
“Get out of the way!”
“If we just obtain that book, we can become transcendents!”

Those consumed by desire shrieked and rushed forward, but the warriors did not yield.

“We’ll hold this position!”
“Please, end this!”

They raised their swords with clear eyes untainted by desire. Though their hands trembled from their lack of strength, they stood firm as an unyielding wall, protecting my back until the very end.

“This… what is this…?”

Delphos’s lips trembled—he hadn’t anticipated this development.

“The people I saved are over there.”

I twisted my mouth as I pointed toward the warriors I had resolved to protect.

“This is the final push. Lend me your strength.”
“Of course. I still have plenty left in me!”
“I’ll see this through to the end.”

Koman and Raystel, both drenched in blood, nodded in unison.

“Krraaaaaaah!”

Koman sprayed blood from his entire body as his blade clashed against the Sword Saint’s.

Boom!

The Sword Saint’s power and aura remained undiminished, but the thought of protecting the Martial Scripture divided his focus—he could no longer concentrate with his former intensity.

“Now!”

Blood vessels burst across Koman’s skin. Even as his muscles tore and bones fractured, he refused to lower his blade.

“Thunder… cough!”

Raystel unleashed the most brilliant lightning torrent he had ever conjured, then coughed up blood. Yet with crimson staining his lips, he completed the incantation to its end.

A lightning torrent shaped like a goddess enveloped the Sword Saint’s entire body.

Boom boom boom boom!

The Sword Saint did not yield even as he faced Koman’s blade strike and Raystel’s final magic simultaneously.

Boom!

I clenched my teeth and stepped into Taehwa Stride. Moving at a speed that made my vision blur black, I reached the Sword Saint’s rear.

“…!”

The Sword Saint moved while sensing the presence behind him, even as he endured the onslaught from Koman and Raystel Barfil.

A sharp metallic ring pierced the air.

The moment I turned around, I unleashed Wrath. An eerie chill swept through my entire mana circuit as I drew the bone-chilling energy across the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, then stepped into the true form of the technique.
I gathered the force that crushed the earth and the explosive power erupting from my body in my grip. I drew both the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword simultaneously from where they rested behind my waist and shoulders, slashing downward.

Raon Zigheart School sword technique.
Sixth Form Divine Demon Harmony Resonance Linked Technique—Crimson Azure Undefeated Sword.

A fatal blade infused with the enlightenment gained from battling the Doppelgänger Lord extended toward the Sword Saint’s very soul.

A tremendous explosion erupted.

Red and blue sword auras danced in a hazy waltz. The destructive energy contained within the delicate aura shattered both the Sword Saint’s blade and his strike simultaneously.

A sickening crunch echoed out.

The Sword Saint’s body was pushed back for the first time. With each step he retreated, the earth crumbled beneath him. The impact was catastrophic.

“Raaaahhh!”
“Grraahhh!”

Koman and Raystel Barfil seized the opening, unleashing a barrage of blade strikes and magic in rapid succession.

Another thunderous collision.

The Sword Saint’s body, continuously driven backward, finally crashed against the wall.

‘Now… ugh!’

I tried to push myself up, but a groan escaped my lips. A vicious pain pierced my skull as both my body and mana circuits felt as though they were rupturing.

But I couldn’t stop here. I had to finish this before the Sword Saint came again.

I forced myself to my feet despite my legs refusing to move. My leg muscles felt like they were tearing, but I ignored the sensation and focused on the flames of the Divine Sword.

“Stop!”

Delphos let out a scream for the first time.

“T-transcendent martial arts! You could become a transcendent being too!”

He spoke in a tempting tone while kicking at the platform. His composed expression was now stained with panic.

“What matters isn’t the martial arts—it’s the person wielding them.”

Glen Zigheart and Lectar had taught me that. Recalling their steadfast backs, I raised the Divine Sword.

“I’ll reach transcendence through my own strength.”
“Sabi Commander! Stop him!”

The moment Delphos’s cry rang out, the mana enveloping the martial arts scripture began to intensify.

“You’re already too late.”

I sneered at Delphos and thrust the Divine Sword toward the scripture.

Crack!

The mana barrier, not yet fully reinforced, shattered, and the Divine Sword’s blade pierced through the heart of both scriptures.

Boom!

As if aware this was its final moment, the Divine Sword erupted in golden flames, incinerating the Sword Saint Legacy’s martial arts scripture in an instant.
What had once been a scripture leading to transcendence became black ash, scattering through the air.

Whoosh!

The Sword Saint, who had been rushing to protect the scripture, froze mid-step in his movement technique. His aura rapidly began to fade.

“Raon Zigheart!”

But Delphos’s movements only accelerated. He charged forward with an enormous amount of mana compressed into his blade.

I turned my back in mid-air and bit my lip.

‘I can evade up to this point.’

I was attempting to descend rapidly to the ground by applying the Gwimma Swordmaster’s movement technique.
The frost of the Demon Sword and the flames of the Divine Sword had burned out completely, fading away. The end of the Sword Realm was approaching.

‘Of all times, why now?’

The backlash from the Sword Realm shutting down left my body immobilized. All I could do was watch Delphos’s blade expanding rapidly toward me.

‘I can’t avoid it.’

Dodging was impossible. I braced myself, offering my waist—the area with the fewest vital points—but Delphos was aiming straight for my heart from the start, determined to finish this.

“Raon!”
“No!”

Rimer and Serena’s screams pierced the air.

‘Damn it….’

There was truly no way out. I gritted my teeth and was desperately trying to twist my body when—

A silver suit of armor flashed before my eyes.

Crash!

Delphos’s blade didn’t pierce me—instead, it crushed the chest of the man who had stepped in front.

“Kuhehe!”

It was Kuzan, the commander of the Koman Knight Order. He burst into a refreshing laugh while holding Delphos by the sword in his hand.

“C-Commander?”

I trembled as I stared at Kuzan’s back.

“Why….”

He had done more than enough. I couldn’t understand why he had come all this way to save me.

“D-didn’t I tell you? That I would help you to the very end.”

Koman turned back and laughed, dead blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

“A knight becomes the face of his lord! Since my foolishness has brought shame upon Your Majesty, I must do at least this much to avoid reproach!”

He pushed Delphos away with his final strength.

“This stubborn fool!”
“Get away!”

As Delphos rushed forward with a demonic grimace, Raystel Barfil unleashed a lightning strike while coughing blood. His complexion was equally pallid. He was burning his life force itself, not mana.

“Stop!”

I bit my lip as I watched the two men.

“Stop, please!”

I shouted for them to cease, but neither Kuzan nor Barfil lowered their hands.

“There’s no need to burden yourself. My internal injuries were too severe—I was never going to survive anyway.”

Kuzan opened his cracked armor. His abdomen was stained pitch black.

“The same for me. If I’m going to die regardless, I might as well make the end spectacular.”

Raystel Barfil chuckled softly and nodded.

“Thank you for showing us consideration while we’re mad.”
“It was an honor to fight alongside you, Commander of the Gwangpung Corps.”

The two men charged toward Delphos as he rushed at them again.

Kwaaaaaaang!

A hazy light like a halo engulfed the three figures. A tremendous explosion erupted, shaking the cavern, and black smoke billowed toward the sky.

“Graaaah!”

Delphos burst through the smoke. Blood streamed from his body, but no critical wounds were visible.

“Sabi Commander! Summon them all! Kill every last one of them!”

He screamed, his fists clenched as though reason had abandoned him entirely.

Kugugugugugu!

The darkness that had enveloped the cavern tore asunder, and every monster I had encountered from the first to the fourth floor came pouring out.

Kiiaaaaaaah!

The monsters descended upon every human without discrimination—ally and enemy alike.

“Now I shall claim your head.”

Delphos approached with eyes twisted into grotesque slits.

I did not look at Delphos. Instead, my gaze fell upon the ground where Koman and Raystel Barfil—those I had fought alongside mere moments before—now lay dead, and I bit down hard on my lip.

‘Damn it all!’

Though we had known each other for only a brief time, both were good people. They were true adults who could acknowledge their own faults and ask for forgiveness.
The thought that they might have become my comrades under different circumstances cut deep into my heart.

-The True Demon King is angry too, it seems.

Wrath bit his lip.

-Surrender your body. No, if you do that, you’ll lose your reason. Do what you did before instead!

He gestured urgently with his hand.

‘Damn it!’

The frustration burned within me.

I wanted to exact vengeance with my own hands, but the fact that I could do nothing at all was unbearably infuriating.

Yet there was no other way. My aura was depleted, and my physical strength and mental fortitude had reached their limits.

Raon gripped the Heavenly Sword in reverse as Delphos approached with a demonic expression. The moment he thrust toward the man’s abdomen, the darkened ceiling trembled violently.

Kuwaaaaang!

The ceiling, which seemed impervious to destruction, crumbled, and crimson flames erupted in all directions.

Within the brilliant inferno that consumed the darkness, the Phoenix Kaiyan unfurled his massive wings.

[You wretched human insects! How dare you imprison me!]

The creature, invisible since the 4th Floor, unleashed a roar that conjured a tempest of flames.

Kuwaaaaaa!

The spiraling inferno incinerated every monster that had been attacking the warriors.

“Kugh!”

Delphos charged forward, ignoring Kaiyan’s flames. His malice was palpable—he intended to end this here.

Uuuuung!

At that moment, a vibration erupted from my chest accompanied by intense flames. It was the iron ring I had wrapped in Kaiyan’s feathers.

I drew the ring from my breast. It gleamed with the same luminescence as Kaiyan’s feathers. The seal had been broken.

“Extinguish the flames.”

I slipped the ring onto my finger. My gaze, sharp as frost, commanded the inferno to cease.

“I will claim that creature’s head.”

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