The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 650

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Chapter 650

“Wait, is that… insulting the Vice-Leader’s parents?”
“Yeah. It’s written eloquently, but it’s definitely a curse on his parents…”
“Is the Gwangpung Corps really a place where only madmen go? What kind of Organization Master is he…”

The swordsmen who had barely regained their composure swallowed hard as they stared at the magical script that still hadn’t faded.

“But wasn’t that written really well? It’s like song lyrics, Sina.”
“Yeah. It sounded like a song.”
“I can’t get that content out of my head!”

A handful of swordsmen laughed in admiration at Raon’s words and Yua’s voice.

“The ignorant express their inferiority to others, while the wise recognize their own shortcomings and cultivate their hearts!”
“The base seek out those beneath them to mock, while the noble share knowledge and compassion with the lacking!”

The children sang along with Raon’s words like a song. Yua’s sense of rhythm came through perfectly.

“No!”
“Don’t repeat it!”

The parents quickly covered their children’s mouths, but the phenomenon had already spread throughout the Main Mansion and was beyond their control.

“So that’s essentially a duel challenge, right? This is going to blow up…”
“Given the Vice-Leader’s usual temperament, he’d normally refuse, but if he doesn’t accept this duel…”
“He becomes a coward. He’ll definitely accept. No, he has no choice but to accept!”
“Raon Zigheart. He’s truly a terrifying man…”

The swordsmen trembled as they read the magical script again.

Rimer leaned against the wall, savoring the crowd’s reactions before entering the Patriarch’s Hall.
He kicked open the heavy doors of the Audience Chamber and stepped inside.

“Did you see? What our madman did?”

Rimer waved his hand with a bright smile, as if he had turned on a light.

“I only introduced Bervin, and he’s created an absolute mess!”

Yet despite calling it a mess, he chuckled as he watched the magical script glowing through the window.

“Kkhehehehe!”

Roen burst into rare, refreshing laughter.

“I knew Young Master Raon wouldn’t sit idle, but I never expected he’d plan something like this.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, marveling at how he continued to exceed all imagination.

“It’s brilliant.”

Sheryl read the script Raon had written in the air, a subtle smile gracing her lips.

“It could pass as poetry. Even as mockery, it’s remarkably well-written.”

She murmured that she’d memorized it immediately, her fingers twitching slightly.

“I didn’t think you’d say something like that.”

Rimer tilted his head, looking at Sheryl curiously.

“Why?”
“Even if it’s elegant writing, ultimately the meaning is—”
“The Vice-Leader struck at his parents first. If anything, Raon was gentlemanly by expressing it so elegantly.”

Sheryl shrugged, conceding the point.

“Wow, even our old-timer admits it.”

Rimer applauded in the air, praising Raon’s plan.

“In truth, Lady Yua’s power likely contributed to how far this spread. Her voice possesses an irresistible, enchanting quality.”

Roen smiled subtly, as if proud of Yua.

“Indeed. They used their heads well in many ways.”

Rimer nodded in agreement.

“The duel will be settled without question.”
“Indeed. Even that slippery Vice-Leader won’t be able to wriggle out of this after hearing those words.”

Sheryl chuckled in agreement.

“Three weeks from now… I can hardly wait. But…”

Rimer’s gaze shifted from the magical script still hovering in the air toward the back of the hall.
Aris, who should have been the most excited, sat wedged in a corner, lost in deep thought.

“What’s wrong? Your beloved nephew just caused quite the stir, yet here you sit in silence?”

Rimer tilted his head curiously and approached Aris.

“Well, it’s just…”

Aris frowned as she gazed at the floating text.

“At first, I was pleased. But as I read further…”
“As you read further?”
“It struck a nerve.”

Her eyes slowly drifted toward the Platform above.

“….”

The moment Glen met her gaze, he whipped his head away and squeezed his eyes shut. His mouth, which should have been curled upward in his usual manner, now hung slack.

“Hm.”

Rimer slowly read through Raon’s challenge letter, and without realizing it, he drew in a deep breath.

‘This has blown up on a massive scale…’

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Dogyae entered the Elder Council with steady, deliberate steps.

“Ah!”
“D-Dogyae, sir….”

The martial artists inside the Elder Council chamber trembled, their eyes darting as they deliberated whether to block or retreat from Dogyae’s sudden arrival.

“I’m only here to deliver a message, so don’t concern yourselves.”

Dogyae waved dismissively at the martial artists and proceeded down the right corridor of the Elder Council, stopping before the Vice-Leader’s office.

“Ah, that’s not possible! Right now is absolutely—”
“Be silent.”

Crisson tried to block the way, insisting entry was forbidden, but Dogyae shoved him aside and opened the Vice-Leader’s office door.

“Hmm!”

Dogyae surveyed the interior, his expression twisting into a grimace.

The Vice-Leader’s office was ordinarily immaculate, though not ostentatious—not a speck of dust to be found. Now, however, it looked as though a battle had ravaged it. Everything lay in ruins.

The ebony desk was split in half and scattered about, the bookshelves were completely shattered and collapsed, and the decorative pieces were smashed as if struck by a hammer.

“Quite the disaster. It’s no different from the state of the Annex Building you destroyed.”
“….”

The Vice-Leader glared at Dogyae from where he sat perched on a broken chair.

“Impressive, really. What took someone ten days to wreck, that Raon fellow accomplished in a single day. No—in mere minutes, no less. You could say it’s a decisive victory for him.”

Dogyae mocked the Vice-Leader, flipping his thumb downward.

“If you don’t wish to die here, keep your mouth shut.”

The Vice-Leader’s teeth ground together as though he were about to lunge forward.

“Kahahaha!”

Dogyae burst into laughter, mocking the Vice-Leader.

“A cunning old fox making such a face—it’s like ten years of constipation finally clearing out!”
“Dogyae!”

The Vice-Leader furrowed his brow and began to rise, but Dogyae shook his head.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t come here just to mock you.”

Dogyae pulled out a single document and tossed it to the Vice-Leader. The paper fluttered through the air and landed in his hands.

“A duel challenge from the master of the Annex Building. A two-on-two champion match between the Annex Building and the Vice-Leader’s Office. The victor continues fighting.”
“Two-on-two?”

The Vice-Leader hadn’t anticipated a two-on-two format, and his nose bridge wrinkled.

“You said the Chief Steward of the Annex Building is just a figurehead. Is he coming out himself?”
“No.”

Dogyae shook his head calmly.

“If it were up to me, I’d come out and sever your neck myself, but that brat won’t allow it.”
“Hmm….”

The Vice-Leader narrowed his eyes, trying to discern Dogyae’s intentions.

“Why are you staring like that? I don’t speak lies like you do.”

Dogyae twisted his mouth and waved his hand dismissively.

“Let me be clear. This is a duel between the Annex Building and the Vice-Leader’s Office. If you bring anyone else, you’ll see something far more shameful than what you’re facing now.”
“…I understand.”

The Vice-Leader glared at Dogyae and bit his lip.

“Khekhekhe.”

Dogyae pulled out a bottle of liquor from his bosom as if he could no longer bear it.

“What a delicious expression. I couldn’t possibly miss such entertainment.”

He drained the entire bottle while drinking in the Vice-Leader’s contorted visage.

“It’s hilarious that even a doddering old raccoon like you is helpless against that child. Well, you’ve become base, ignorant, and untaught by your parents—no wonder you can’t endure it.”
“You wretched—!”
“I’ve said all I came to say. I’m leaving.”

Dogyae hurled the empty bottle onto the floor of the Vice-Leader’s office and turned his back.

CRASH!

From the office he’d abandoned came a deafening roar as ceiling and floor crumbled.

“That sound was delicious too.”

Dogyae chuckled wickedly as he brought a second bottle to his lips.

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“Yua, are you alright?”

Sylvia embraced Yua as she returned from the Magic Tower, exhaling with relief.

“I’m fine!”

Yua shook her head vigorously and embraced Sylvia in return.

“Raon! Why didn’t you tell me instead! How could you have Yua say such things….”
“Yua wanted to do it. And….”

I stroked Yua’s hair and shook my head.

“Only Yua can do that.”

It wasn’t a lie. Thanks to Yua’s recitation, the words I had written resonated like song and poetry.
If Sylvia had spoken those lines instead, the effect would have been far weaker.

“Still, she’s just a child….”
“Don’t worry. There were barely any harsh words.”

To be frank, it was ‘What on earth were your parents doing?’, but I had carefully softened the language so as not to taint Yua’s lips.

“Yua! You did wonderfully! I feel so refreshed!”

Helen grabbed Yua’s shoulders and burst into laughter.

“Me too! I didn’t see that old fool’s angry face, but just imagining it feels so good!”
“I’ve been holding back, but now I finally feel better!”
“Tonight I’ll sleep with both legs stretched out!”

The other maids couldn’t wipe the smiles from their faces either, looking equally delighted.

“I as well….”

Even Judith nodded emphatically. Seeing everyone so pleased revealed just how tyrannical the Vice-Leader had been.

“To be honest, I’m a bit relieved too. No, quite relieved actually.”

Sylvia laughed awkwardly while smoothing the back of her hair.

“I just feel sorry toward Yua.”
“I’m really fine!”

Yua shook her head while gently touching Sylvia’s bruised hand.

“I was genuinely angry too. I’m just glad I could help in some way.”

After returning, Yua had shown her anger for the first time upon seeing the damaged Annex Building.
Thanks to that, she had readily agreed to my request, and when she used the amplification magic, her genuine strength allowed everyone’s emotions to be stirred.

“And there’s a separate role for you, Mother.”
“A role for me?”

Sylvia tilted her head in confusion at my words.

“You know that’s the Duel Arena, correct?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t request a one-on-one duel.”

I lowered my gaze, watching the magical inscription slowly fade.

“I’ve requested a two-on-two team battle—the victor continues fighting.”
“Then… that means…?”

Sylvia’s eyes widened as understanding dawned on her.

“Yes. You’ll need to take the vanguard position, Mother.”

I nodded calmly.

“Crisson and the Vice-Leader will emerge from the Vice-Leader’s Office. Defeat Crisson and face the Vice-Leader yourself.”
“Both of them?”

Sylvia’s mouth fell open. She seemed flustered—not about Crisson, but at the prospect of facing the Vice-Leader.

“You were frustrated, weren’t you? Having to protect the Annex Building while being unable to do anything.”
“…”

She didn’t speak, but the way she bit her lip answered for her.

“I’m giving you a chance to express that anger.”

As I said this, I retrieved the Vice-Leader’s Heavenly Sword Ten Techniques manual.

“Three weeks remain until the duel. It will be far more grueling than any scrutiny from the Elder Council. The choice is yours, Mother.”

I met her eyes as I spoke.

Her crimson eyes burned slowly. The woman who had shed countless tears and blamed herself for her weakness was gone.
What remained was only a single swordmaster, who had drawn her blade to protect her family.

-Your mother has considerable talent, but she cannot win against me.

Wrath shook his head with even greater pity as he gazed into Sylvia’s eyes.

‘That may be true.’
-Then why do you persist?
‘Because there are moments when you must fight with your own hands, even if you lose 999 out of 1,000 times.’

Raon nodded, meeting Sylvia’s crimson gaze.

“No need for further words. Let us begin at once.”

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The Training Courtyard at the entrance of Bekmang Mountain lay torn apart as though bombarded by artillery.

“Hah….”

Sylvia rolled across the cratered earth, exhaling turbid breath.

“You’re too slow. Your body shouldn’t move only after your mind deliberates—your body and mind must move simultaneously.”

Raon pressed forward as Sylvia retreated, bringing the Heavenly Sword down in a sweeping arc. The silver blade, fractured by sunlight, descended toward her legs.

It was neither the swordplay of Manhwagong nor the Radiant Sword technique. It was the Ten Manifestations Sword Formation, where the blade transformed into ten rays of light.

“Ugh!”

Sylvia desperately shifted her footwork. She retreated with such speed that her shadow vanished, yet Raon’s blade pursued her like a magnet.

“The Ten Manifestations Sword Formation doesn’t rely solely on illusory and transformative strikes. It’s extraordinarily fast. If you don’t prepare properly, your limbs will be severed before your eyes even adjust to the illusions.”

I thrust the Heavenly Sword’s blade forward into Sylvia’s chest as I closed in on her.

“Understood!”

Sylvia cried out in response and barely deflected the sword strike that was boring toward her solar plexus.

Screech!

However, the true essence of the Ten Forms Sword Art was not speed, but transformation and illusion—so the rapidly spreading trajectory of my blade carved through her flesh.

“Ugh!”

Despite being cut by the sword, Sylvia continued her swordplay without a flicker of concern on her face.

“It’s good that you’re not panicking, but your movements have become rigid.”

I stepped into Sylvia’s space, scattering blood as I swung the Heavenly Sword. While deflecting the cascade of strikes with my blade, I drove my left elbow into her waist.

Crack!

Sylvia let out a sharp cry as she crashed onto the dirt ground.

“Ugh….”
“A swordmaster can’t focus only on swordplay. Your opponent is a cunning old fox. She’s several levels above your mother, so you must prepare for every situation.”
“I understand….”

She bit her lip hard and rose again like a roly-poly doll. Despite the pain and exhaustion, her eyes never wavered.
The resolve never to cause suffering to the family in the Annex Building again burned within her as an unwavering conviction.

“Then let’s begin again.”

I stamped the ground forcefully. I approached with a watercolor-like blurred footwork and unfolded the opening forms of the Ten Forms Sword Art in rapid succession.

Boom!

The sky and earth filled with the trajectories of my blade. Countless sword strikes became a tempest that swept down upon her.

“Ah….”

Sylvia trembled as she failed to read the flow of so many sword strikes, her lips quivering.

“When fighting against Illusory Swords and Transforming Swords, the most critical thing to watch is your own eyes. The moment your vision is deceived by the opponent’s flow, it’s over. Even if it’s exhausting and feels like your mind is burning, you must analyze everything until the very end using aura and energy perception.”

I finished my brief advice and unleashed a storm of sword strikes that filled both earth and sky.

Whoooosh!

Sylvia didn’t move. With eyes blazing like molten lava, she simply watched the trajectory of the Ten Forms Sword Technique’s ultimate strike—Wind Demon Calamity Slash—as it rushed toward her.

Screeeech!

The moment the sharp blade began to cut through her skin, her hand shot out like lightning. A single thrust. But that thrust pierced directly through the center of the Wind Demon Calamity Slash.

Craaaash!

The thrust, honed to its absolute limit, suppressed the sword’s trajectory that had filled the heavens and earth. Dozens of blades of light settled like rain-soaked leaves.

“Hah…”

But the moment Sylvia exhaled in relief, the dying flow of swords revived.

“Ah!”

The sword strike, surging even faster, tore through Sylvia like a violent gust.

“Ugh…”

Sylvia staggered and fell to her knees, and I stood before her, shaking my head.

“I told you, didn’t I? Your opponent is a cunning old fox. Even those ultimate techniques can be used as feints.”

I looked down at Sylvia with cold eyes.

“Stay focused until the end. In your current state, you can’t even withstand ten exchanges with the Vice-Leader.”
“…I understand.”

Without waiting for me to tell her to stand, Sylvia rose on her own and gripped her sword again.

Zing!

The moment Raon and Sylvia’s eyes met, they drove their blades toward each other’s vital points.

Crash!

A violent shockwave erupted, and leaves trembled as if in terror, falling from the branches.

The training of the two with matching eyes continued even as the sun set and rose again.

With each clash of their blades, the leaves hanging from trees and thickets fell one by one, as if they had been waiting for this moment.

When all the leaves had fallen from the tree, their blades came to rest, and three weeks had passed entirely.

The day of the duel had arrived.

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