The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 643

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Chapter 643

Nedro Jureon, the Head of the prestigious southern martial clan Jureon and bearing the epithet “Heavenly Spear,” blinked as he watched Raon Zigheart emerge from the tomb.

‘What is this?’

Was this how it was supposed to happen?

The warriors remaining here had made a silent pact among themselves.

Regardless of which of the Six Emperors Five Demons obtained the Sword Master’s Tomb legacy, they had sworn to unite and launch a coordinated assault. Yet he had struck first, and now no one dared move.

The warriors who should have charged forward according to plan merely exchanged cautious glances with one another. It was bewildering.

Though he understood their hesitation—the momentum radiating from Raon Zigheart at the forefront was overwhelming. An aura that shook the earth and vibrated the heavens itself. Who would dare rush forward against such force?

‘At this rate, we’ll have no choice but to let him pass….’

Nedro Jureon continued observing Raon before narrowing his eyes.

‘Wait. His injuries are severe?’

Ignoring Raon’s formidable aura, Nedro examined him more carefully. His black coat and uniform were torn to shreds, with blood pooling beneath. The wounds appeared grave.

‘Not just him. All of them are badly wounded.’

Serena, the Gonggeom Unit Commander, bled so profusely from her uniform that death seemed imminent. Rimer and the other swordsmen bore wounds across their entire bodies.

‘Their expressions aren’t good either.’

The complexions of the Gwangpung Corps, the Gonggeom Unit, and the Neutral Factions behind them were ashen. They had exhausted themselves excavating the tomb.

‘Now I understand.’

Nedro clenched his fist tightly.

‘He’s performing an act right now.’

The three forces that entered the tomb were the White Blood Cult, the Black Tower, and the Holy Sword Association. If they had overcome all of them and claimed the Sword Master’s legacy, there was no way they could be in normal condition.

Raon Zigheart had stepped forward first to erase their disadvantage. He was certainly skilled at deception, but the pallid complexions of the swordsmen behind him were impossible to conceal.

‘This is our only chance.’

Once they escaped this place, I wouldn’t be able to catch them. I had to end this here.

Nedro Jureon quickly sent an aura message. He informed the leaders of the other forces that Raon and Zigheart were bluffing and persuaded them to proceed with the original plan.

The leaders of the other forces also noticed that everyone from Zigheart was severely exhausted and immediately nodded in agreement.

‘Should I step forward?’

Normally, when hunting a ferocious beast, it’s best not to be at the forefront. But this beast was gravely wounded, and behind me were plenty of archers ready to fire.

With safety guaranteed, this was the perfect opportunity to step forward and build my reputation and influence.

Nedro Jureon emerged from the thicket with a leisurely smile. He approached Raon with measured steps.

“Lower your weapons and leave? I don’t understand.”

He stopped ten paces away from Raon and shook his head.

“The master of this place is not Zigheart. I have no intention of lowering my weapons or leaving….”

As he spoke, resting the spear shaft on his shoulder, a sudden violent wind pressure swept over him. His skin felt as though it would tear.

Screeeech!

Before the wind pressure even dissipated, a fierce impact struck his right cheek. The world spun, and all sensation drained from his body.

“Ah….”

Before he could even groan, consciousness left his body. The last thing he saw with dimming eyes was Raon Zigheart’s arrogant expression.

Boom!

The moment Nedro Jureon’s face caved in and he was driven into the ground, all the martial artists who had been preparing to rush forward froze completely. Time seemed to have stopped.

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“Ten seconds have passed.”

I shattered the face of the first warrior to approach me, then clicked my tongue. Observing the people who had frozen like wooden puppets, I slung the Heavenly Sword across my shoulder.

“Ugh….”
“It wasn’t bluster—it was genuine?”
“Insane….”

The warriors trembled as they watched me remain composed while Nedro Jureon’s face was crushed.

“The warning is over.”

I twisted my jaw slightly and stepped over the fallen Nedro Jureon’s back, walking toward the warriors.

“W-what are you doing!”
“How can you abandon your weapon in a place like this!”
“Say something that makes sense!”
“Why would this be Zigheart’s Land! Stop spouting nonsense!”

The warriors who appeared to be leaders of each faction retreated in fear, raising their voices. I turned my gaze to memorize the faces and positions of these leaders.

Boom!

I stepped lightly on the ground as if riding the wind. Moving at a tremendous speed that sent sand trailing backward, I appeared before the fist master standing directly ahead.

“Ugh!”

Despite his shock, the fist master extended his punch with disciplined precision.

I evaded his fist lightly by raising my elbow, then brought the Heavenly Sword down with its scabbard intact.

Crack!

With a sound like bones shattering, the swordsman’s head erupted with blood as he was thrown backward.

“I suppose I’ll just have to crush his skull first.”

I bent my ankles and pushed off the ground. Then I approached the swordsman who had opened his mouth and drove the Heavenly Sword downward.

“Ugh!”

The swordsman cried out and unfurled a sword barrier for defense.

Crack!

But the power contained within the Heavenly Sword was a force he could not withstand. The scabbard of the Heavenly Sword shattered his sword barrier and caved in his forehead.

“Gahhh!”

The swordsman let out a rather pathetic scream before collapsing flat on his back.

“R-run!”

The archer, muttering for the third time, slid backward. His retreat was faster than moving forward with footwork.

However, even an archer’s footwork could not match the speed of Taewhabo.

Whoosh!

After catching up with Taewhaiho, I brought my strike down on the archer’s head.

“Ahhh!”

The archer let out a piercing scream before his body bent like a sickle and he collapsed.

-Hey there….

Wrath spoke to me cautiously.

-Didn’t you say you’d talk it out?
‘I tried talking, but they wouldn’t listen.’

Raon tilted his head curiously.

-That’s not negotiation, that’s blackmail! And when you said you’d crack his head, you didn’t mean strike the enemy commander—you actually meant literally cracking his skull!

Wrath’s eyes widened in disbelief.

‘Yeah.’
-You’re completely insane….

He shook his head, saying I was growing increasingly mad.

‘It’ll be over soon. Just wait a bit.’

Raon offered a faint smile and moved toward the fourth mage who had been muttering.

“Gasp!”

The mage realized he had become the target and yelped in terror, bending his waist. He quickly lowered his staff and raised his hands.

“I-I’ve surrendered!”

The mage shook his head with a forced smile.

“You should have done that from the start.”

Raon approached the mage with the Heavenly Sword’s scabbard slung across his shoulder.

“Phew….”

The mage exhaled a sigh of relief, clutching his chest.

“But it’s already too late.”

I twisted my lips and swung the Heavenly Sword’s scabbard, gripped firmly in my hand, down upon the mage’s head.

Crack!

The mage collapsed without even a scream, his trembling eyes filled with indignation at the unexpected blow.

“B-but I put my weapon down….”
“Why are you hitting me?”
“This is outrageous! This isn’t even Zigheart’s Land!”

The warriors and mages cried out, their shoulders trembling.

“I told you. Starting today, this place belongs to Zigheart again.”
“S-starting today, again?”

The red-haired swordsman narrowed his eyes.

“That’s right. This land originally belonged to Zigheart. Since the master of the tomb has acknowledged it, we’re taking it back.”
“Do you really think that makes sense….”
“If I say it does, then it does.”

Raon moved as if teleporting, splitting the red-haired swordsman’s head open.

“Gack!”

The swordsman bit his tongue as he collapsed from the blow to his head mid-sentence.

“H-he’s insane.”
“He’s completely mad!”
“There’s no reasoning with him!”

The warriors who had been the attackers now found themselves under attack, their faces draining of color.

“W-wait! I’m leaving!”
“I’m dropping my weapon and retreating, so please stop!”
“It’s already too late.”

Raon laughed coldly, pursuing the warriors who were abandoning their weapons and retreating. His eyes gleamed with pure madness.

“…Is that what you call resolving things through negotiation?”

Serena’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Did I misunderstand the meaning of the word negotiation?”
“Our Organization Master simply learned his letters incorrectly. The Gonggeom Unit Commander is entirely blameless.”

Burren sighed and shook his head.

“Still, today was a bit better. At least he didn’t draw his sword.”
“He didn’t draw his sword, but they all seem to be dying just the same….”

Serena watched the warriors who had begun spilling blood rather than merely coughing it up and let out an exasperated breath.

“The epithet ‘Asura Blade’ should have gone to that man, not to me.”

Martha wrinkled the bridge of her nose.

“How is that a chivalrous swordsman? He’s just a thug.”

She glanced at me and snorted.

“Handsome Raon.”

Lunan Slion shouted “Handsome Raon” and then collapsed onto the ground, beginning to doze off. He seemed to trust me completely.

“How long do you think it’ll take to finish?”
“There are a lot of them, so maybe twenty minutes?”
“There are many, but they’re all terrified of the Organization Master. I say it ends in under five minutes.”
“I’m betting ten minutes!”

The Gwangpung Unit settled into comfortable positions and began wagering on how long the situation would last.

“Why not just place actual money on it instead?”

Rimer approached the swordsmen with a grin and began collecting the stakes.

“Is the Gwangpung Unit always like this…?”

Serena let out a hollow laugh watching the Gwangpung Unit setting up a gambling den.

“The truth is, the only normal one in the Gwangpung Unit is him.”

At Dorian’s words, I looked to the right. He had spread out a plush sofa from his ship’s pouch and already set up a crackling campfire, letting out a sigh.

….

Serena shook her head, her lips pressed firmly shut.

‘This place is a den of madmen….’

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Halfway up the mountain where the Sword Master’s Tomb appeared as nothing more than a distant speck.

Kubara knelt on the ground, her hands trembling violently. She swallowed silently and gazed at the back of Derus Robert standing before her.

Derus displayed neither aura nor emotion. The atmosphere around him was as barren as a puppet’s, yet he radiated a fury deeper than ever before.

Because he concealed his rage, it was far more terrifying than any outward display.

Kubara touched her own throat. She could not breathe. Merely standing in Derus’s presence felt like her heart was being constricted by wire.

“Ugh….”

When she finally could not endure it and let out a groan while drool streamed from her lips, Derus slowly nodded his head.

“So it has come to this.”

Beneath Derus’s calm voice lay a viscous, suffocating rage. Her skin burned as though touched by flame.

“I believed that Delphos, the Sabi Commander, and the puppet Sword Master would be sufficient against anyone. Yet that bastard has ruined everything once again.”

The image of Raon’s face crystallized in his cold eyes, grotesque as if melting in crimson blood.

“He has grown stronger. Word was that he had reached Grand Master, yet he has already settled into the intermediate realm.”
“….”

Kubara’s eyes widened as she stared toward where Raon stood.

‘Intermediate realm?’

Rumors of Raon Zigheart ascending to Grand Master had spread early this year. Yet he was already at the intermediate level—such growth was unreasonable, even for a genius.

My fear of Raon’s growth surpassed even my dread of Derus Robert.

I had always believed my greatest strength was remaining unshaken in any circumstance, yet today that advantage seemed to have vanished entirely.

“Abandon the secondary plan. It’s meaningless now that they’ve survived.”

Derus Robert shook his head, his gaze fixed upon Raon.

“Continue the fragmentation of the Divine Continent Five Regions. Given how matters have unfolded, that could become our key.”
“…Understood.”

Kubara swallowed dryly and nodded.

‘He’s already contemplating the next move.’

Derus Robert witnessed the collapse of a plan that had consumed vast time and resources, yet rather than succumb to rage, he calculated his next maneuver. A chill ran through me despite having served this master my entire life.

“Without a concrete strategy, the grand plan will be delayed by at least a decade.”

Derus Robert exhaled sharply and shook his head.

“This is my fault.”

He clenched his jaw, watching Raon move through the warriors like a wolf among sheep.

“I knew he was dangerous, yet I failed to prioritize him accordingly. That is my failure.”

Derus Robert released a bitter laugh at himself and raised his hand.

Uuuuuung!

Above his palm, a humid black aura blazed forth in a perfectly circular form, like the moon itself.

Shhhhwick!

Derus Robert drew his hand-blade downward, carving through the black aura. In the span of a single breath, the circular energy transformed into a blade-thin lance, gripped firmly in his grasp.

Kubara trembled as she watched the spear Derus had carved. There was no murderous intent, no aura of any kind, yet it was chilling. Because what dwelled within it was nothing but the phenomenon of death itself.

“With this… could we kill him?”

Derus turned back with a faint smile.

“…Of course.”

Kubara nodded. Even if Derus had held back his power, it would be impossible for Raon Zigheart in his current state to block it.

“A voice in my head insists I shouldn’t do this, but I am only human, and I cannot resist.”

Derus gazed at Raon and drew the black spear back.

“If he survives even this, then it must be fate.”

With those final words, the spear of darkness vanished into the shadows of the night.

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Kwaaaang!

I gazed at the mountain formed from the unconscious warriors piled atop one another, my lips curling upward.

‘My body feels so light.’

Thanks to the earth’s aura granted by the Sword Saint, my core had become extraordinarily solid. With my body, mind, and aura all finding stability, vitality surged through my entire being.

“Stop! Please stop!”
“P-please, just stop now!”
“I yield!”

The warriors all cried out in surrender, discarding their weapons and falling to their knees. All that could be heard was the sound of metal striking the ground and pained groans.

Just as I moved toward the low hill formed by the accumulation of swords, spears, and blades—

-Raon!

Wrath’s urgent cry pierced through the air.

‘Why is he calling….’

I started to respond but froze mid-word.

Something was approaching.

No—not something. Death itself. The putrid stench of death I had felt in my past life materialized before my eyes.

Perhaps because my life had reached its end. Extreme focus awakened within me. Time slowed until I could see the very currents of air flowing around me.

I could not block it. I could not evade it.

Even if I surrendered my body to Wrath, the moment our souls switched, my heart would be pierced through.

The only thing I could do was thrust the sword sheath I held forward. That was all.

Yet even thrusting the sheath forward would be meaningless. What rushed toward me now carried a death that even the Heavenly Sword could not stop.

Was this the lantern of my life flickering before death?

Scenes from my past life and present existence flashed rapidly through my mind.

Yet even sifting through all those memories, I could find no path to survival.

Just as the endless procession of memories threatened to cut off, one final scene came into focus.

The moment I received martial arts teachings from the Sword Saint. Among all the techniques I had learned from him, the final sword technique from the last chapter surfaced in my mind—Sword Breaking Form.

A secret technique that destroyed the sword itself to preserve one’s own life, true to its name.

I would not be able to execute it properly, but it might buy me a precious moment.

With my lips bleeding from biting down, I unleashed the Sword Breaking Form using the sheath in my hand.

Crack!

The sword sheath crumbled like a spider’s web, forming a thin blade barrier before my eyes.

But the aura of death pierced through the Parrying Blade technique in an instant and burrowed toward my heart.

0.5 seconds. No—not even 0.1 seconds. It was a fleeting moment of buying time.

In the end, was it all meaningless?

I felt death penetrating my skin.

Yet I did not close my eyes.

It was the moment I steeled my gaze to fight until the very end.

The space on my left split diagonally, and a brilliant blue radiance flashed from the sky on my right.

Crash!

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