The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 673

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Chapter 673

Roooooooar!

The demonic energy that had blanketed the sky and earth converged upon King Baurn, forming armor the color of blood-stained steel.
A vicious killing intent flowed from the gauntlets and boots that gleamed with an eerie sheen. It was an overwhelming presence that forcibly captured one’s gaze.

I narrowed my eyes as I observed King Baurn, who had condensed such terrifying demonic energy.

‘The scale of power he possesses is different.’
-He devoured all the holy power that was spread throughout this entire nation, did he not?

Wrath nodded as if it were obvious.

-The quantity of demonic energy is like an ocean, and his body has transcended the human species. However….

He clicked his tongue as he watched Baurn wipe down his gauntlet.

-That is all there is to it. You would understand what I mean, would you not?
‘Indeed.’

I nodded calmly. Just as Wrath said, King Baurn’s power had grown dramatically, but I felt no particular concern. After all, I had a separate method for bringing down such a monster.

“I shall shatter that mouth of yours first.”

King Baurn struck the sky with brutal force. Before I could even blink, his fist strike came hurtling from the left. Tremendous speed. The sound seemed to arrive even later than the blow itself.

Screeeech!

I twisted my left wrist, which held the demonic sword, subtly. The frost-laden blade bent diagonally and deflected away.

Booooom!

Baurn’s tyrannical fist strike, following the path of the curved demonic blade like a whip, tore through empty space. The sound of air shattering echoed in all directions.

Whoooosh!

Raon stood his ground without taking a single step back, raising his right arm and wrist in a straight line. The blade of the divine sword gripped in his palm extended toward Baurn’s heart.

Screeeech!

A scar like a serpent writhing across stone was carved into Baurn’s breastplate, hardened by demonic energy.

“Kugh!”

Baurn hastily retreated to prevent his heart from being pierced. Like a leaf caught in the wind, he spun his body through the air before slamming his right foot down.
The demonic energy concentrated in his heel was so potent that black sparks erupted upward.

This was no improvisation. It was a systematized leg technique—a proper martial art. Baurn was learning genuine combat skills.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

From Baurn’s leg came a demonic force far more ferocious than his initial punch. The weight of a boulder pressing down on my shoulders washed over me.

Screeeeeech!

I scraped the steel frame upward with my demon sword and unleashed the Frostwind Sword Form.
The frost-laden blade technique infused with the Gwangpung Style’s azure wind flowed smoothly past Baurn’s leg strike.

Crash!

Baurn’s demonic force, meant for me, struck the Spire’s pillar instead, and the tower itself began to collapse. Steel beams, stone, and timber scattered chaotically.

“You can’t fly!”

Baurn spread two pairs of wings and twisted his mouth into a grin.

“So?”
“It means you can’t escape anymore!”

He seized the opportunity and unleashed a barrage of punches toward me as I fell. Massive demonic energy blazed from his crimson gauntlets, surging toward all my vital points.

“I have no intention of escaping.”

I laughed coldly and slashed downward in a cross pattern with both the divine sword and demon sword. Flames and frost that tore through space soared upward, splitting the heavy demonic force into four pieces.

Whoooosh!

Baurn burst from below on the right, as if his fist strike had been mere bait, unleashing a punch wreathed in demonic energy that blazed with an inky black radiance.

Crash!

I stepped on the falling steel beam behind me. Using the Gwangpung Style wind gathered at my feet, I retreated behind Baurn.

“Hmph!”

Baurn unfurled both pairs of wings briefly. He closed the distance with terrifying speed and thrust his leg upward. His blackened boots compressed the air as they drove forward.

Boom!

I kicked off a brick fragment and shifted to the opposite side.
Treading upon falling steel beams, rocks, and timber as if they were solid ground, I evaded every one of Baurn’s assaults.
I resembled a leaf dancing upon a tempest.

“You cowardly rat!”

When Baurn grew excited and pressed too close, my eyes gleamed with opportunity.

‘At last.’

Since the Spire’s collapse, Baurn had done nothing but attack, never once considering a counteroffensive. This was my chance to exploit his blind spot.

Screeeech!

I did not retreat. Instead, I surged forward and drove my Divine Sword straight through.

“What are you looking at… what?”

As Baurn sneered at my Divine Sword piercing empty air, a crimson sphere erupted from the blade’s tip.

Uuuuuuoooosh!

The flame sphere, undulating like a miniature sun, began drawing in Baurn, who had been extending his fist. It was the Second Form of the Raon Zigheart Style: Heavenly Flame Sphere.

“Ugh….”
“It’s already too late.”

King Baurn tried to retreat urgently, but the grip of the Heavenly Sword’s blade wouldn’t release his wrist.

BOOM!

The condensed energy erupted from the Divine Sword’s blade, obliterating King Baurn’s right arm without a trace. The remnants of the Spire scattered as charred ash.

“Those wings are useless. Why not just tear them off?”

After descending to the ground, I tilted my head toward King Baurn, who clutched his right shoulder.

“Tch, shut that mouth of yours.”

As King Baurn clenched his teeth, a new arm began sprouting from his shoulder where there had been nothing. Regeneration surpassing even that of a troll. He had completely transcended humanity.

“Is… is that really King Baurn?”
“Neither his character nor his form is human anymore. A worthless creature.”
“A true demon.”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan furrowed their brows as they watched King Baurn regenerate his arm.

“Ugh! The stench of filth!”
“Damn it….”

Rimer pinched his nose at the reek of demonic energy, while Saint Olga ground her teeth in frustration at her inability to move.

“Father….”

Hofen closed his eyes with his hands clasped together, lost in thought.

“All of you, fall back.”

I ordered everyone behind me to retreat, then gripped both the Divine Sword and the Demonic Sword.

“Now it truly begins.”

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“Ugh….”

Baurn bit his lip as he gazed upon his newly regenerated arm. Thanks to demonic energy, even the arm that had been obliterated without a trace could be restored, but that wasn’t what mattered now.

‘Raon Zigheart.’

What in the world was that man?

The demonic energy I possessed was far more vast, and my physical strength was not inferior.

I wielded demonic energy potent enough to crush Raon’s aura effortlessly, yet he showed no sign of being pushed back. It felt like staring at an unbreakable wall.

‘No. That can’t be!’

Raon was no god—he was human. And still a young human who hadn’t even transcended.

There was a time limit to Sword Realm Manifestation, and his aura too had its limits.
If I overwhelmed him with sheer volume of demonic energy, he would have no choice but to kneel.

“I’ll drain every last drop of your blood.”

Baurn shattered the battlefield beneath him as he surged forward, extending his loosely clenched fist. The White Saint’s Fist—a supreme technique of speed that praised divinity—shot toward Raon’s heart, drenched in demonic energy.

Raon raised his crimson blade without losing his leisurely smile. Flames that rippled like flowing water elegantly parted the trajectory of the White Saint’s Fist.

Boom!

Rather than shattering Raon’s blade, the fist bent downward and merely struck the earth. A dark crater was gouged into the ground, yet Raon didn’t move an inch from his position.

‘Keep going! Keep pushing!’

Baurn drew upon his demonic energy with extreme intensity, unleashing the White Saint’s Fist and Manifested Claw in rapid succession. A tempest of fist strikes and claw techniques swept through the area, reducing all surrounding buildings to rubble.

Yet that vicious onslaught subsided like a gentle breeze before Raon’s twin blades. His breathing remained calm, and not a single bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.
It wasn’t a battle—his expression was as leisurely as if he were reading a book while sipping tea.

“Huff…”

King Baurn exhaled roughly, his jaw trembling.

“What is this! What in the world is happening!”

According to the plan, Raon should have been exhausted by now, too drained to even grip a sword—yet it was I who felt my strength slipping away. It was absurd, given that my aura and the body capable of wielding martial arts were both superior.
It was absurd that both the energy he possessed and the body that practiced martial arts were superior to his own.

“Jim obtained the power to become a god! So why can’t I capture you alone?!”

Baurn let out a terrible scream as he unleashed Baekseong-gwon’s seasonal power. A massive flash of demonic energy erupted from his blood-red gauntlet, so brilliant it obscured his vision.

Boom!

Raon stepped on the left foot’s corner. The divine sword in his right hand turned red. The sword strike that advanced faster than sound split through the center of the demon’s body.

He wasn’t satisfied with merely cutting Magi. He pushed her back with his body and charged forward, drawing a dreamlike arc with his blade.

Crash!

Baurn tried to build up Magi’s Wall to defend, but the Silver Sword Dream’s blurred trajectory pierced through Magi and carved a deep wound into his chest.

“Hack!”

Baurn staggered backward, clutching his chest. Black blood dribbled from his mouth and chest.

“This… what is this…?”

I clearly blocked it. I used more demonic energy than what Raon was operating, but I couldn’t understand why it was breaking through. It felt like I was having a nightmare.

“I told you.”

Raon looked down at Baurn and twisted his lips into a sneer.

“I’ll show you how pathetic the power you’ve gained really is.”

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“Why…?”

King Baurn clenched his fist around the blood-soaked earth, grinding his teeth.

“Why am I losing?! This makes no sense!”
“It’s simple.”

I nodded at King Baurn.

“All you’ve gained is body and spirit.”
“What?”
“For a warrior, what matters is the harmony of body, spirit, and soul. Your physical form is transcendent—no exaggeration there. Your demonic energy is roughly twice mine. But…”

I raised my index finger and shook it lightly.

“Your spirit. The realm called the Mental World—that remains unchanged. No, it’s actually shriveled from borrowing too much of others’ power. Simply put, you’re nothing but a child’s mind trapped in an adult’s body.”

King Baurn’s combat power had certainly grown formidable. His physical strength was nearly equal to mine, and his demonic energy far surpassed it.

But the mind operating that body and demonic energy had degraded to Grand Master level—or perhaps merely the upper echelon of Master. He was now a fool incapable of properly controlling his own form.

“That’s… that’s…”
“I have a question for you too.”

I approached the trembling King Baurn and narrowed my eyes.

“Why did you do this? Did you really think gaining this power would let you destroy the White Blood Cult and the Black Tower?”
“Because I couldn’t forgive them.”

King Baurn clenched his teeth and raised his head. His gaze hadn’t died—it burned even more fiercely.

“What?”
“Do you know? The scriptures say that forgiving your enemies is true vengeance.”
“Yes.”

I nodded, having heard those words before.

“At first, I believed that was right. I thought erasing vengeance from my heart would be good for everyone. But the more I tried, the more vengeance consumed me. And then I understood.”

Baurn twisted his lips into a grotesque smile. His pupils warped into darkness.

“That forgiveness as true vengeance is nothing but an excuse made by the weak. Forgiveness is merely pathetic whimpering uttered because the weak cannot take vengeance against the strong!”

Baurn regenerated the wound on his chest, then threw both arms back behind his shoulders.

“With this power, I will take my vengeance. I will protect this kingdom!”

From his grasp erupted black flames that coalesced into hundreds of demonic rings, swirling with devastating force.

Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!

Such overwhelming power gathered that black sparks flickered in all directions, and the earth itself was torn asunder.

“Let us end this here.”

I did not retreat even as I beheld the tempest of demonic rings. I stepped forward with my right foot, the Heavenly Sword raised high and the Demonic Sword lowered low.

From the intersection of the Heavenly Sword and Demonic Sword, flames and frost extended majestically. Like two brushes laden with crimson and azure pigment painting upon the void, a sublime spectacle unfolded.

From the brushstrokes that settled in silence, waves erupted. Golden waves brimming with flame and silver waves touched by frost cascaded from all directions.

Manhwagong Heavenly Flame.
Flame Sea Flawless.

The colossal tempest of demonic energy was caught between the waves crashing from all sides and utterly crushed.

Crash!

Baurn too was caught in the tail end of Flame Sea Flawless, his arms and legs torn away as his body was driven into the ground.

“Ahhhhh!”

His arms and legs began to regenerate once more, but his mind had already crumbled—his pupils trembled without cease.

Kaaaaahhh!

I drove the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword, both exhausted from the Sword Realm, deep into King Baurn’s shoulders. The blade of the Soul Reaper Sword gleamed with a pale yellow light as it drank in the demonic energy.

“Cough… hack…”

King Baurn spasmed and coughed up black blood, but the malevolent force contained within the Soul Reaper Sword kept him pinned down.

“I… I have not been defeated! There is still…”
“Father!”

Hofen rushed forward and dropped to his knees before King Baurn.

“Please, stop this!”
“Hofen! Remove these blades! I have things I must do! Vengeance…”
“Brother never wanted vengeance!”

He shook his head firmly.

“What would you know of it!”
“I know! Because I watched Brother die before my eyes!”
“You…”
“Brother allowed the White Blood Cult Master to drain his blood while pushing us away. Even as she fed on him, he smiled—grateful that he could die in another’s place! He smiled through that agony and asked me to look after you, Father!”

Hofen’s eyes reddened as he recalled Baiton’s death in Barene.

“Would such a brother have wanted you to seek vengeance? To reduce the Kingdom to this state? Never!”

He released the emotions he had been holding back, his voice breaking with anguish.

“Please, come to your senses!”

Hofen clenched his teeth and drove his fist toward King Baurn’s face.

Thwack!

Without aura infused into it, the impact should have been negligible.
Yet King Baurn’s pupils trembled as though that fist hurt far more than the blades piercing his shoulders.

“Ah….”

King Baurn turned his gaze slowly. Crumbled buildings, citizens who had perished without leaving proper bodies behind, and demonic energy rising above the barrier of holy power.
Finally, he looked upon his own flesh—limbs torn away yet regenerating—and his jaw trembled.

“I… I….”

He spoke of himself, not as a burden, and exhaled in ragged gasps.

“Even if you’ve come to understand, it’s already too late, Father.”

Hofen clenched his teeth.

“Your sins cannot be repaid even if a lifetime passes. No one will forgive you. And yet, you must rise again.”
“Baurn.”

Pirn, the pale-faced priest, crawled toward King Baurn.

“It seems it’s all over.”

He no longer spoke with formality, addressing him like a friend, and shook his head.

“It’s my sin.”

Guard Commander Danieff walked forward, clutching the wound in his chest, and bowed his head.

“I should have stopped you, but I failed to do so.”
“Danieff….”
“Still, do not despair. I will become a slave of this kingdom alongside you and atone for my sins for the rest of my life.”

He grasped Baurn’s shoulder, insisting they must do this together.

“Stop this now.”
“I… I….”

King Baurn bit his lip. As if seized by resolve, he closed his eyes deeply, then opened them.

A roaring flame erupted!

The demonic energy that had been coiling around his entire body began to sink slowly, like embers dampened by rain. It seemed as though he were abandoning his demonic power itself.

“A wise choice! Now….”

It was the moment Hofen nodded with a faint smile.

Splurch!

A pale white hand erupted from Baurn’s mouth. Teeth and flesh surged forth along with a spray of blood.

“Ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh!”
“Contract terminated.”

From his mouth—now bereft of teeth and with his tongue severed—the voice of an unknown man flowed forth.

“W-wait….”

Just as Baurn tried to cry out for a moment’s respite, his mouth tore open lengthwise, and a man burst forth violently from within.

A pale-skinned, handsome man dressed in a black suit and wearing a bowler hat. Yet his aura was unlike anyone else present. An uncanny presence—neither human nor Monster—pressed down upon the surroundings.

“S-Silkret….”

Baurn turned his gaze toward the handsome man. His eyes grew cold. An irreversible death had come for him.

“I made it clear. The moment you abandoned your demonic energy, that body and soul became mine. And, as an addition….”

The man called Silkret snapped his fingers while looking at Pirn and Danieff beside Baurn.

“These two as well.”

Pirn and Danieff, their minds shattered by their friend’s sudden death, crumbled like withered leaves.
Gray fragments that surged from the corpses of the two were sucked into Silkret’s body.

“Ahhh….”

Silkret spread his arms wide, his lips curling upward in satisfaction.

“How delightful. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had an outing like this.”
“You, you—what are you! What is this!”

Hofen glared at Silkret and shrieked.

“Just as you’re thinking—I am Silkret, the Demon Race who made a contract with your father. And….”

Silkret removed his top hat and bowed his head.

“I am also the new master of this kingdom.”

From beneath his feet, pitch-black demonic energy erupted in flames.

Whoooooosh!

The wall of demonic energy that had been rising slowly surged up in an instant, engulfing the entire kingdom. A suffocating pressure descended upon the space as if everything were held within his grasp.

“Cough… hack….”
“W-what is this….”
“I can’t breathe….”

Not only Hofen—every member of the Gwangpung Corps fell to their knees, clutching their throats.

“That damned bastard….”
“H-he’s the real deal. Fall back!”

Saint Olga and Rimer trembled in their limbs, unable to withstand Silkret’s demonic energy.

“Ugh….”
“S-save me….”

The priests and holy knights collapsed without even managing to draw upon their holy power, foaming at the mouth.

“Yes. Humans look most fitting in that state.”

Silkret nodded, observing the kneeling and fallen figures.

“But why can you stand like that?”

He tilted his head, observing the young human standing alone.

“My demonic energy is not something a lowly human could possibly endure.”
“….”

Without responding, I extracted the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword from King Baurn’s corpse.

-Watching such a weakling strut about makes my blood boil.

Wrath furrowed his brow as he observed Silkret.

-However, defeating him in your current state would be difficult. This place is no different from the Demon Realm itself, the very home of the Demon Race, and the demonic energy you’ve absorbed is far too abundant.
‘It’s fine. I’m not going to fight.’
-What? You’re not fighting?
‘That’s right.

I twisted my jaw to the side and curled my lips upward.

‘I’m just going to crush him.’

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Silkret licked his lips as he regarded the young human standing alone.

‘Quite impressive.

The quantity and purity of the aura he possessed were exceptional even among the humans in this place.
If I consumed his mana as well, I believed I could ascend to an even higher level.

‘But….’

How could he possibly be standing?

No matter how much aura he possessed, he had not transcended.
I could not fathom how he could stand so calmly in this land dominated by demonic energy.

‘Whatever.’

If I kill him, that’s the end of it.

Under normal circumstances, I might have harbored some doubt, but this land was no different from the Demon Realm itself, and the demonic energy I possessed exceeded that of my original body. I was confident I could face anyone.

“I’m not particularly fond of torture, so I’ll make this quick.

It was the moment I raised my fingers to sever the young human’s neck.

Silver aura blazed across his shoulders. Strangely, it carried a vivid demonic energy within it.

The darkness that had been transplanted directly from the Demon Realm trembled as it was frightened back into the corners by the silver shimmer.

“What… what is that aura…?”

Silkret swallowed hard and retreated. The more the blue aura blazed, the more my insides twisted with unease, my chest constricting. My entire body felt as though it were wrapped in razor-sharp wire.

“Ugh…”

Instinct moved, not reason. My shoulders, my arms, my entire body convulsed.
This was no mere demonic energy. It was of a different quality—no, a different tier altogether. The breath of a great being so exalted I could not even dare to look upon it.

“Aaaaah!”

Silkret clawed at his own face with his nails, screaming.

In Raon’s eyes dwelt the majesty of a Demon Lord. An absolute being beyond comparison had lowered his gaze.

“Kneel.”

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