The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 653

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Chapter 653
Glen watched Sylvia collapse with a smile, his fists clenching. If he didn’t maintain control, his emotions would explode beyond his comprehension.
‘Sylvia….’
She was the youngest who should have received the most love, yet I had neglected and ignored her more than anyone else.
I barely escaped the Demonic Realm and found Sylvia, but she had sealed her dantian and left the family estate.
By the time I sent the Heavenly Sword Squad, everything was already too late.
Even if the Demonic Realm had consumed me and left me unable to control myself, it was an unforgivable sin.
Sylvia returned carrying a child in her womb, begging to be saved with eyes that yearned for death.
It was I who should have begged. I wanted to kneel and ask this inadequate father to be forgiven.
But when I saw Sylvia suppress her sorrow for her child’s sake and forcefully display strength, words wouldn’t come as if my throat were blocked.
I had no right to seek forgiveness from that child. Instead, I made a vow to myself.
Even if I couldn’t care for her before my eyes, I swore to protect her from behind until the very end.
Yet the youngest daughter I had always thought infinitely tender and weak had changed today.
Sylvia burned herself to protect her family, to repel the malice approaching them.
Despite being a Master, her will to protect her family became conviction and seeped into her blade.
Though she herself wouldn’t realize it, today she had created a crack in the Grand Master’s wall.
‘So she had been regretting it all along.’
Sylvia’s desperate fight today wasn’t simply because of the Vice-Leader. It was the memory of her husband and daughter she couldn’t protect that allowed her body to move until she collapsed.
Glen bit his lips finely.
‘It is my sin.’
I had never even seen my son-in-law’s face, and I didn’t even know my granddaughter existed.
Despite having more than enough power to protect them. No, I could have prevented Sylvia from being cast out from the beginning, yet I failed to protect anything.
Only today did Sylvia bear the karmic debt I thought was mine.
As if to never experience the same thing again, she wielded her blade to the end with her own strength.
The youngest daughter I had thought would need endless protection to heal her unforgettable wounds had become a mother stronger than me.
‘That was….’
Glen slowly closed his eyes, then opened them. He pressed his lips together watching Raon care for Sylvia.
‘Because of you.’
No, both of you.
Because Raon existed, Sylvia could become strong, and because Sylvia provided stability, Raon could become strong.
Those two were like water and wood, influencing each other’s growth.
“Is… is this even possible?”
As Glen sent a look of pride to both Raon and Sylvia, Valdemar rose from his chair with trembling hands.
“How could a Grand Master lose to a Master!”
Valdemar exhaled in disbelief.
“That technique called Hwigwangryu.”
Denier stroked his chin while looking down at Sylvia and Raon.
“It has perfect compatibility with the Sipjong Geomgyeol the Vice-Leader is learning.”
He narrowed his eyes as if searching for something.
“Perfect compatibility? Now that I think about it, what exactly is Hwigwangryu?”
Valdemar turned his head, asking if anyone had ever heard of such a martial art.
“Raon must have created it.”
Aris laughed, brushing her disheveled hair back.
“Created it?”
“Yes. Raon obtained the Sipjong Geomgyeol with a wish token, didn’t he? He created a martial art with perfect compatibility based on that.”
“Is… is that even possible?”
Valdemar stammered his words in succession, as if bewildered.
“Normally, it would be impossible. However…”
Sheryl shook her head with a smile playing at her lips.
“That child. Raon can do it.”
“Your words are correct.”
Roen chuckled and released his hands from behind his back.
“Young Master Raon sees the world from a perspective different from ours.”
Glen nodded as he listened to Sheryl and Roen’s words.
‘That’s right. Raon can do it.’
Just as Aris said, Raon had brutally deconstructed the Sipjong Geomgyeol to create a martial art with perfect compatibility.
Hwigwangryu was fundamentally a martial art of ascension without weaknesses, but before the Sipjong Geomgyeol, it could exert more than double its power, like a cat before a mouse.
The reason Sylvia’s aura, even at the Grand Master level, could endure to the end was thanks to the flow of Hwigwangryu that consumed the Sipjong Geomgyeol.
“Raon showed Hwigwangryu as a warning to everyone here.”
Aris licked her lips as she looked at Raon.
“A warning?”
Valdemar tilted his head as if asking what she meant.
“He showed through Sylvia’s fight what happens when you touch the Annex Building.”
Just as Aris said, the Spectator Stands remained silent. Everyone was so astonished by Sylvia that they stood with their mouths agape, their minds elsewhere.
“Should I… ask him to create a martial art for me too?”
Valdemar licked his lips, as if he had forgotten his conflict with Raon.
“As if he would!”
Aris struck Valdemar’s head with her palm.
Glen ignored the quarrel between Aris and Valdemar and gazed at Raon.
‘Just as Aris said.’
Raon had sent a warning to everyone here. He showed what happens when you touch the Annex Building—not through himself, but through Sylvia.
Thanks to Sylvia, who rampaged madly with blood on her lips, there would be no one left who dared to touch the Annex Building.
‘You’ve done all the work I needed to do.’
Glen gazed at Raon with a rare, serene smile.
‘Thank you.’
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The spectators in the stands blinked their eyes very slowly.
“…Is that really Sylvia?”
“The person herself has completely changed.”
“It was terrifying. It didn’t feel like a sparring match—it felt like we were witnessing a battle to the death….”
The crowd trembled as they watched Sylvia, unconscious yet smiling.
“But her face was smiling the whole time. That was almost saintly!”
“That’s what made it more terrifying…”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look into Sylvia’s eyes again.”
“Blood and compassion and madness. The Crimson Blade of Frenzy….”
Through someone’s voice, Sylvia’s new epithet was born.
“Hwigwangryu. The martial technique of the Annex Building?”
“Does that mean she’s going to teach that monstrous technique to everyone in the Annex Building?”
“That must be it.”
“Ugh, I’m never going near the Annex Building again.”
“On the contrary, you should befriend them! Who knows if some benefits might fall your way!”
“Either way, I don’t want to make an enemy. Sylvia is scarier than the Organization Master….”
The spectators said nothing about the victor, the Vice-Leader, speaking only of Sylvia’s madness and swordsmanship.
The name of the Annex Building’s martial technique, Hwigwangryu, spread through everyone’s mouths as an object of fear.
-This is the result you desired, then.
Wrath nodded as he watched the crowd speak only of Sylvia, Hwigwangryu, and the Annex Building.
‘Yes.’
I smiled faintly and wiped the blood from Sylvia’s hair.
‘It wasn’t me—Mother wanted to show everyone here what the Annex Building truly is.’
Sylvia fought not merely to take revenge on the Vice-Leader, but to reveal what the Annex Building represented.
Thanks to her fighting until she lost consciousness, no one would dare lay a hand on the Annex Building from this day forward.
-I wanted to stop her many times….
Wrath’s eyes grew calm as he gazed at Sylvia.
-But it was a battle that had to be fought to the end, and it produced results. I saw something good.
He smiled with satisfaction.
-Mom! You did great!
Wrath patted Sylvia’s head with his plump paws and wagged his tail.
‘She’s not your mother.’
As I pushed Wrath away, the maids of the Annex Building rushed over the spectator stands.
“M-Madam!”
“Are you alright!”
“Oh no, what do we do!”
Judith, Helen, and even Yua—not a single one was missing.
“I’m fine.”
I smiled faintly and handed Sylvia, whom I had healed with holy power, over to the maids.
“Haah…”
Helen slumped down, her strength draining away once she confirmed that Sylvia’s breathing had stabilized.
“Wait for me with Mother.”
Raon exchanged glances with the attendants in turn, then nodded.
“I’ll finish this quickly and come back down.”
He waved his hand and ascended toward the Sparring Arena.
“Mother’s heart was too soft to cut you down properly…”
Raon drew the Heavenly Sword. Sunlight glinted off the blade with an eerie shimmer.
“But I’m different. You should prepare yourself.”
“You bastard…”
Watching the Vice-Leader grind his teeth, I steadied my breathing quietly. Normally, I would have given him time to recover, but this was a battle between the Annex Building and the Sub-Lord’s Residence.
I couldn’t allow the foundation Sylvia had built to crumble.
“M-Master, are you ready?”
The Announcer stood dazed for a moment before approaching with trembling fingertips.
“No. I’m not ready.”
The Vice-Leader shook his head firmly.
“The Sparring Arena is destroyed! I won’t fight until repairs are complete!”
The Sparring Arena was indeed a mess, but it wasn’t damaged beyond use.
The Vice-Leader was trying to buy time to recover his stamina and aura. Truly a cunning old fox.
“But it won’t take long anyway?”
“That’s something you only know after trying! In any case, I won’t fight until the Sparring Arena repairs are finished!”
The Vice-Leader ordered the Sparring Arena to be fixed, then descended. There was no way around this.
“Sigh, understood. I’ll begin repairs immediately…”
“I knew this would happen.”
Rimer, who had been lounging in the Gambling House he’d created, sprang up and approached.
“Come here.”
At his gesture, a mage in a Robe emerged from the right Spectator Stands.
“Fix it for me.”
“Sigh, so that’s why you called me.”
The mage removed the hood he was wearing. It was Bervin, the Vice-Tower Master of the Magic Tower within Zigheart and Rimer’s drinking buddy.
“Why else would I have called you!”
Rimer waved his hand, urging him to hurry.
“Gamblers have no patience!”
“You only ask for difficult and troublesome favors. I even wrote an incident report because of that last time…”
Bervin sighed deeply while looking at Rimer.
“But it was fun, wasn’t it?”
“That’s true.”
He laughed, saying it had been worth writing that report. Looking at him now, he seemed to have a similar personality to Rimer.
“Then hurry up and fix it.”
“Then you’re buying drinks today.”
Bervin let out a short chuckle and raised his hand.
Whoooosh!
Streams of mana erupted from his palm, and as if rewinding time itself, the destroyed Training Ground was instantly restored to its original state.
“Thank you.”
I bowed my head to Rimer and Bervin with a dazed expression. I hadn’t expected them to help in this manner.
“Don’t worry about it. We got to see a good fight because of you.”
Bervin said he’d bill Rimer for the repairs and returned to his original position without concern.
“Just win! Just win!”
Rimer waved his hand and headed back into the Gambling House.
-That fool actually turned out to be useful.
Wrath’s eyes widened in surprise.
‘He’s not doing this for me—he just wants to win money faster.’
-Ah!
He opened his eyes wide as if he’d just realized something.
“The Sparring Arena is repaired now, so let’s begin.”
I rolled my shoulders and climbed into the restored Sparring Arena. I glanced down at the Vice-Leader, who was gathering aura, and gave a slight nod.
“Tch….”
The Vice-Leader bit his lip as his excuses disappeared, then stepped into the Sparring Arena.
“Are both of you ready?”
The Announcer asked cautiously.
“Ready.”
“…Ready.”
The Vice-Leader realized he had no choice and nodded heavily.
“Then, let the final match begin!”
The Announcer lowered his raised hand and quickly exited the Sparring Arena.
“Graaaaaaah!”
The Vice-Leader charged before the Announcer had even descended. Full power from the start. Knowing there was no chance of victory if he dragged out the fight, he unleashed the Sipjong Geomgyeol’s techniques from the opening moment.
Whoooosh!
Ten razor-sharp aura rings surged forward like living things, targeting every vital point across my entire body.
‘Predictable.’
I smiled coldly and deployed the Hwigwangryu. The crimson light dwelling in the Heavenly Sword shattered all ten aura rings and pressed down upon the Vice-Leader’s shoulder.
Splurt!
The Vice-Leader’s shoulder split open to the bone, spraying dark blood. It was the exact same spot Sylvia had struck earlier.
“Graaaaaaah!”
The Vice-Leader staggered backward frantically, clutching his shoulder.
“I-Impossible! They’re the same aura rings, but what is this!”
He trembled in disbelief. It seemed he still didn’t understand that Hwigwangryu had perfect compatibility against Sipjong Geomgyeol.
“The same aura rings?”
I sneered as I watched the Vice-Leader’s trembling eyes.
“That’s why you’re losing.”
“Shut your mouth!”
The Vice-Leader gasped and summoned ten more Aura Spheres. This time, they coalesced into a single massive orb that descended like a thunderbolt.
Roooaarrr!
I burned the Hwigwangryu even more intensely. I raised my blade, honed to a razor’s edge, to meet the descending sphere of aura.
Shhhhwiiing!
The radiant flow of Hwigwangryu cleaved through the Vice-Leader’s aura and bit into his waist.
Splurrrch!
A grotesque spray of blood erupted from the Vice-Leader’s waist.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
“You’re nowhere near finished.”
I laughed coldly and stepped into Yuryang Footwork. Moving as smoothly as gliding across ice, I reached his right side.
“Ugh!”
The Vice-Leader tried to retreat desperately, but I stepped on his foot and slashed his thigh.
Shhhhwiiing!
His thigh split open, and both his upper and lower garments turned crimson with blood.
“Gaaahhh….”
I watched the Vice-Leader stumble backward, his jaw trembling, and tilted my head slightly.
“Now the forearms and abdomen remain.”
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“No… surely not….”
Vice-Leader Kiluwan’s lips trembled as he stared at the wounds he’d sustained so far.
‘Was he targeting only the places Sylvia had cut?!’
I had only been cutting the wounds Sylvia had previously inflicted. He’d thought it was coincidence, but it wasn’t.
I was deliberately deepening the sword marks she had left behind.
“How far do you intend to humiliate me?!”
Kiluwan shrieked and detonated all the aura from his dantian. Convinced there was no way out, he charged at me.
“Kraaaaahhh!”
He unleashed the absolute techniques of the Sipjong Geomgyeol at full power, driving spheres of brilliant aura toward my abdomen and heart.
“Still haven’t realized?”
I scoffed and stepped into True Angle. The wave-like aura blooming from my blade cleaved through his aura, grazing past his wrist.
Shhhhwiiing!
Before he could even register what happened, his left hand fell cleanly severed to the ground.
“Gaaaaaahhhhhhh!”
Kiluwan screamed, clutching at his bleeding left wrist.
‘How… how is this possible….’
He’d reinforced his defense thinking I was targeting his arm, yet such a light blade strike had pierced through. It was incomprehensible. No matter how well he’d mastered his counter-techniques, this shouldn’t have been possible.
‘Wait….’
Only one possibility came to mind—something that could make this situation possible.
“Wait… surely not…?”
Kiluwan stemmed the bleeding from his arm, his lips trembling.
“That Hwigwangryu technique…?”
“You’re catching on late.”
I tilted the Heavenly Sword downward and nodded.
“Hwigwangryu was created specifically to destroy your Sipjong Geomgyeol.”
“Ah…”
Now I understood. The reason Sylvia had held out so impossibly well, the reason my blade cuts ignored the Sipjong Geomgyeol—it was all because of Hwigwangryu. This battle had no chance of victory from the start.
I hadn’t merely grasped the Sipjong Geomgyeol; I’d created a martial art with perfect advantage against it. The outcome was predetermined.
‘There’s only one way.’
I had intended to use it as a surprise attack, but now I’d reached my limit. I had no choice but to play my final card.
Sword Realm Incarnation—Light’s True Severance.
The cry of will merged with aura, transforming the world itself.
The Sparring Arena compressed and shrank to white, while countless blades of light blazed overhead, radiating a chilling murderous intent.
It was a Sword Realm Incarnation that unleashed hundreds of strong rings in a single, devastating strike.
“It’s over!”
As Kiluwan brought his hands together in prayer, the radiant blades filling the sky became rain, pouring down relentlessly. Each one was a strong ring—lethal sword techniques without exaggeration.
“Your Sword Realm is unfamiliar to me, but…”
I drove the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword into the ground, twisting my lips into a smile.
“You still haven’t escaped the Sipjong Geomgyeol.”
Darkness rose from where the two blades were planted. The world flooded with light grew heavy and sank, summoning a crimson sun and azure moon.
In my hands materialized the red and blue blades, baring their fangs against the rain of light.
Roooaaarrr!
The roaring slashes of the divine and demonic blades pierced through the storm of radiant swords, cleaving the Vice-Leader’s Sword Realm itself.
Craaaaaash!
The martial art that held the Vice-Leader’s very life was torn mercilessly apart.
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I shook my head as I watched the Vice-Leader’s Sword Realm crumble before me.
‘I should have changed my approach.’
The Vice-Leader had placed his complete faith in Sipjong Geomgyeol, and his Sword Realm flowed with the same pattern.
Normally, we would have needed to fight until both our Sword Realms disappeared, but thanks to Hwigwangryu’s effect, I was able to sever his Sword Realm itself.
“Kuh-hehehek!”
The Vice-Leader coughed blood and collapsed from the shock of his Sword Realm being forcibly dispelled.
“Ha, I… surrender—”
He realized he could no longer endure and tried to quickly cry out his surrender.
“Not so fast.”
Before the Vice-Leader could finish saying surrender, I brought the pommel of my sword down on his skull.
Splortch!
With a sound like a pumpkin bursting, blood fountained from the Vice-Leader’s crown.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
The Vice-Leader screamed, frantically rubbing his head with his remaining hand.
“I don’t accept surrenders.”
I struck the back of his head repeatedly, creating countless lumps across his skull before finally lowering my sword.
“Ugh…”
The Vice-Leader whimpered with his eyes rolling back, exhausted from the pain.
-This… this would be kinder than killing him…’
Even Wrath, who had been crying for vengeance, turned away, unable to watch.
‘It’s not over yet.’
I stopped the bleeding to keep the Vice-Leader alive, then sprayed Glaceia’s chill across his face.
“Ugh… aaaahhhhh!”
The Vice-Leader groaned and staggered to his feet, then screamed as the cold coursed through his entire body.
“S-stop! Please! I surrender! I’ve lost!”
He fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to the ground, begging me to stop.
“Raon Zigheart wins!”
The Announcer’s hands trembled as he declared my victory, clearly not wanting to see a corpse.
“Today’s duel is a victory for the Annex Building!”
After announcing the Annex Building’s victory, he collapsed in place, drained of energy.
“Hah…”
“Did he really win that easily?”
“I had no idea a Sword Realm could be split like that…”
“The difference in power is absurd…”
The spectators who had felt terror from Sylvia trembled in shock at my overwhelming power.
“Uwaaaahhhhh!”
“Annex Building! Annex Building!”
“Gwangpung Corps! Gwangpung Corps!”
After the shock subsided, the spectators’ cheers erupted.
I grabbed the Vice-Leader’s ankle as he tried to crawl down from the Sparring Arena, ignoring the roar of the spectators.
“Why, why are you doing this! I clearly said I lost….”
“The settlement isn’t finished yet.”
“Ah….”
The Vice-Leader trembled, his jaw quivering as he finally grasped what I meant.
I savored his bewilderment, letting the silence stretch before I spoke.
“What I want is….”

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