The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 794

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Chapter 794

“What does it mean that only I can reach such a realm?”

I leaned my upper body forward and swallowed hard.
I didn’t understand what it meant to reach a realm only I could attain, but Lectar’s anticipation was palpable, and my heart began to race wildly.

“It means you can take one more step forward on the true path of Ten Thousand Swords that you’re walking.”

Lectar raised his fingers and traced the shape of a sword in the empty air.

“Both your maternal grandfather and I pursued Ten Thousand Swords, but we never achieved true mastery. The path you walk is like a new world we could never venture into.”

He let out a deflated laugh, acknowledging that both he and Glen Zigheart remained several steps away from true Ten Thousand Swords mastery.

“In the past….”

I lifted my eyes slightly and nodded.

“The Head of House once said something similar.”

Glen Zigheart, like Lectar, had advised me that my path of Ten Thousand Swords was unique to me alone, and that I should learn as many sword techniques and martial arts as possible and challenge myself against them.

Using that advice as a foundation, I had conducted matches with the entire Gwangpung Corps, and not only had my own martial prowess increased significantly, but the swordsmen’s martial achievements had risen dramatically as well.

“So he was thinking the same way I was.”

Lectar smiled deeply, as if he had expected as much.

“Even the First Sword Sect Master pursued true Ten Thousand Swords, but it seems he ultimately failed. You’re walking a path unprecedented and unparalleled.”

He nodded calmly, as if to say he believed in me.

“Unprecedented and unparalleled….”

I looked down at my left chest where the ring of fire was swirling and pressed my lips together.

‘Perhaps that’s not it.’

Every time I witnessed the swordsmanship of the Zigheart ancestor in my memories, it felt like gazing into a mirror.
I couldn’t help but wonder if he had walked the path of the true way of ten thousand swords before anyone else.

‘But then again…

What exactly does our ancestor do?

He wandered across the entire Continent as if it were his own home, buried seeds for the future in places unknown to anyone, and fought against enemies whose identities remained shrouded in mystery—the true nature of the First Patriarch of Zigheart grew increasingly enigmatic to me.

‘Especially that strength. It’s utterly alien.’

The First Patriarch of Zigheart I had witnessed appeared extraordinarily young. Transcendence at that age. And a First Patriarch who displayed martial prowess rivaling Glen himself didn’t feel human at all.

-Hmph! You do love the unprecedented and unparalleled!

Wrath furrowed his brow in displeasure.

-Had the True Demon King grasped a sword, he would have devoured all those ten thousand swords and dumplings alike!
‘Not dumplings, but…’
-Ah, speaking of it, I suddenly crave dumplings. Fetch them at once!

The creature wiggled his plump hand, complaining of hunger.

“Sigh…”

I exhaled deeply and shook my head.
Lately, every conversation with that creature ends in talk of food. I’ve grown so weary of it that I can’t even be bothered to respond anymore.

“There’s no need to burden yourself so.”

Lectar, sensing my sigh as worry, offered me a gentle smile and reassured me.

“As I mentioned, each Holy Sword Association swordsman pursues their own unique path. No matter how their power wanes or how they’re ridiculed, they never abandon their convictions. Simply clashing blades with them will yield something of value.”

He gestured lightly, telling me not to think of learning many things, but rather to approach the battle as if observing small signposts.

“I shall keep that in mind.”

Raon felt Lectar’s sincere advice and immediately bowed his head.

-Is there no path of mint chocolate? The True Demon King could walk it as much as he wanted….’
‘Please, just shut your mouth!’

Raon pushed away Wrath, whose lips were twitching, and locked eyes with the people waiting outside the mansion.
The swordsmen who had challenged Burren, Martha, and Lunan were glaring at them like beasts.

‘A challenge, huh….’

Now that I thought about it, it had been quite a long time since I became the challenger and requested a sparring match from someone.
It seemed like it would be fun to fight after setting aside my status and realm for once.

“But the name is written on this challenge letter, and I don’t know who it is….”

Burren tilted his head, unsure of whom to choose.

“The name isn’t the problem—it’s the skill level. I don’t know how strong this guy is! And why did he write the challenge on a leaf!”

Martha ground her teeth as she looked at the leaf with the challenger’s name written on it.

“I’ll take this one….”

Lunan held the challenge letter with the name Kisar written on it, as if it didn’t matter who it was.

“Ah, I didn’t mention that.”

Mustan clapped his hands and picked up one of the challenge letters.

“These slash marks are called ‘Geomri,’ and they’re an indicator of the martial power of the Holy Sword Association’s swordsmen.”

He pointed to the slash marks written after the challenger’s name and smacked his lips.

“One mark is the basic level, two marks indicate Expert lower to middle grade, and three marks indicate Expert upper to highest grade. It’s divided like this.”

Mustan laughed, asking if this was easy to understand.

“In other words, Kisar, who sent this challenge letter, has Master upper to highest grade skill level.”

He shrugged at the slash mark and told me to choose a challenger.

“I have one more question.”

Burren Zigheart examined the challenge letter that had come to him and raised his hand.

“There are quite a lot of five-star swordmasters who’ve challenged me, but are all of these people Master-rank or higher?”
“The Holy Sword Association has many swordmasters who don’t engage in external activities. They’re just eccentrics focused solely on their own training.”

Mustan waved his hand, saying there were people scattered throughout who had no interest whatsoever in factional disputes.

“You just leave them alone?”
“They earn their keep. Farming, chopping wood, handling paperwork.”
“Master-rank swordmasters are… farming?”
“Grand Masters do laundry all the time, so what.”

He nodded, saying it wasn’t unusual in the Holy Sword Association.

“Just think of them as the Elder Council of a different faction.”

Mustan smacked his lips, saying they were swords that couldn’t be deployed externally anyway.

“But if someone were to attack us, they would experience the true terror of the Holy Sword Association.”
“The previous Holy Sword Master allowed such a thing?”
“That person paid no attention to anything except his own swordsmanship and swordmasters worthy of his interest.”

He laughed as if to say, didn’t I know that from observing the previous Holy Sword Master?

“Hmm…”

Burren Zigheart gazed out the window, still unable to comprehend, and exhaled softly.

“But you—why do you speak casually to us while using the highest form of respect with Raon?”

Martha narrowed her eyes as she looked at Mustan.

“Because Raon is a lord. You’re not a lord.”

Mustan tilted his head as if to say that should be sufficient.

“Ugh…”

Martha, having nothing to say, chewed her lips anxiously before leaning back against the sofa.

“That’s not wrong.”

Burren chuckled and nodded his chin.

“I’ve decided. I want to fight this person.”

After careful consideration, he grasped a challenge letter from a swordmaster named Repan, who had five sword marks.

“I’ll take this one!”

Martha also seized a challenge letter from a swordmaster with five sword marks and crumpled it in her grip.

“Before you accept the challenge, take this first.”

Mustan handed badges engraved with a single sword to Burren, Lectar, and Lunan.

“From now on, you are all one-sword-mark swordmasters. Of course, if you defeat a five-mark swordmaster, you’ll immediately earn that rank.”

He waved his hand encouragingly.

“Good. Before I leave here, I’ll earn six marks.”

Martha clenched her sword and declared she would reach Grand Master.

“It’s fine to lose. Challenge in various ways. You must find the path suited to you to reach the highest Master rank, and eventually you’ll be able to overcome the Grand Master barrier.”

I nodded, offering them the most necessary advice for their current stage.

“I won’t lose! Absolutely not!”

Martha wrinkled her nose, insisting she would never suffer a single defeat.

“Right. That’s how it should be.”

Burren nodded, thinking of the dozens of defeats he would experience here.

“That’s the best I can do.”

Lunan nodded, indicating he would appropriately mediate between Burren and Martha.

“Um, uh….”

Dorian, who had been silent until now, lifted two challenge letters with trembling hands.

“Why did I receive six of these?”

His eyes blinked rapidly as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Six is the rank of Grand Master!”
“Oh!”

Mustan gave a soft clap upon seeing the name inscribed on the challenge letter.

“This person rarely accepts challenges, so this is perfect. It’ll be a great opportunity!”

He nodded, insisting that Dorian accept the match unconditionally.

“Ugh, no way….”

Dorian cried out in absolute refusal, flailing his hands wildly.

-This coward is ashamed to be the True Demon King’s subordinate….

Wrath sighed, noting that Dorian’s cowardly nature hadn’t disappeared at all.

‘Still, he’s improved compared to before.’

I chuckled softly. The old Dorian would have already fled to Zigheart by now.
Simply remaining here was proof enough of his progress.

“The Holy Sword Association forbids lethal intent in ‘casual matches.’ You won’t die, so just do it.”

Mustan said Dorian wouldn’t die and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.

“Six lines? Why did it go to you!”
“It’s a good opportunity. Stop complaining and prepare yourself.”
“I’m jealous….”

Martha, Burren, and Lunan smacked their lips enviously as they watched Dorian receive the Grand Master’s challenge.

“If you’re jealous, why don’t you captains take it on! I’m literally dying here!”
“Quiet!”

Dorian wailed and struggled, but Mustan refused to release him.

“What will you do, Lord Raon?”

Mustan bowed his head to Raon with careful courtesy, a stark contrast to the stern tone he’d used with Dorian.

“I need to have a word with Grandfather first, then I’ll head out.”
“Understood.”

He bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

“Everyone come out. I’ll guide the challengers.”

Mustan bowed his head to Raon and Lectar, then led the others outside.

“Lord Raon! Young Master! Hey!”

Dorian kept calling Raon’s name, but he didn’t turn back once.

“Well then. What did you wish to discuss with me?”

Lectar chuckled at Dorian’s crumpled expression before turning his gaze to Raon.

“Could you tell me what this place is?”

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed out at the now-quiet window.

“It is the inner residence of the Holy Sword Association, passed down from the First Sword Sect Master.”
“Did that person create this place?”
“I’m not certain about that.”

He shook his head, saying he only heard about it from the previous Holy Sword Master and didn’t know for certain.

“Then when did the Holy Sword Association come into existence?”

I wondered if the First Patriarch of Zigheart and the Holy Sword Association might be connected, so I posed a new question.

“From what I know, it’s been over 500 years.”
“500 years….”

500 years meant it had no connection to the First Patriarch of Zigheart. As I sighed, thinking the reality differed from my expectations, Lectar continued speaking.

“However, I’ve heard that the Holy Sword Association’s origins trace back a thousand years ago.”

Lectar shook his head, saying that if you traced it back to its roots, it would be over a thousand years old.

“A thousand years….”

I swallowed hard, looking at Lectar.
I began to suspect that the blonde man I saw when entering the cave might truly be the First Patriarch of Zigheart.

“But why did you suddenly become curious about the Holy Sword Association?”
“Curiosity struck me.”
“Ahem!”

Lectar’s complexion suddenly flushed with color, as if he’d thought of something.

“Yes, yes! If you’re curious about anything, ask away! I’ll tell you everything!”

He extended his hand, urging me to ask more questions.

“Well, I don’t have any….”

I shook my head at Lectar. I couldn’t ask questions without knowledge to draw from, and with no information currently available, there was nothing more to inquire about.

“Hmm….”

Lectar sighed with disappointment and let his shoulders droop. Seeing his expression, I felt I should ask something, anything, to satisfy him.

“G-Grandfather! Where is that person who reached transcendence before?”
“You want to challenge him?”
“No. I’ll do it later, but I wanted to know in advance.”

I shook my head calmly. My plan was to sharpen my senses by fighting other swordsmen first, then challenge him as the final test.

“Then there’s no need to know now. You won’t be able to meet him even if you wanted to.”

Lectar furrowed his brows, saying he wasn’t someone you could easily see. It seemed he had settled in a quiet place and was doing nothing but training.

“Understood. Then I’ll be going as well.”

I rotated my wrist and stood up from the sofa.

“Yes. Like I said, focus on learning rather than winning. You’ll definitely gain much from it.”
“Yes.”

I bowed to Lectar and left his mansion.

There wasn’t a single person around—they must have gone to watch Burren, Martha, and Lunan’s sparring match.

‘I’m curious about the First Patriarch’s identity, but…’

I followed the metallic sounds coming from the mountain and licked my lips.

‘My training comes first right now. I’ll request sparring matches from everyone I meet…’
-But you need to eat first!

Wrath suddenly interjected and shouted about eating.

‘Read the mood! I’m making a resolution here!’
-You’re the one who can’t read the mood! You inhuman bastard!

I bickered with Wrath as I walked through the seemingly empty city.

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Whoooosh!

Not long after the brutal battle had ended, gray smoke rose from the overturned earth, and two elderly men bleeding from their heads and abdomens lay sprawled across it.

“Did you see? The Rion Lord has returned….”

The Red-haired Elder lifted his head slightly.

“Yes. He brought guests with him. All of them….”

The Black-haired Elder narrowed his eyes.

“They were strong. Or rather, they will become strong.”
“At that age, calling them strong is fair enough. Despite their disguises, they were still children.”

The Red-haired Elder shook his head, insisting I look properly.

“That chubby child is somewhat ambiguous, but calling the rest geniuses wouldn’t be an exaggeration. However, among them….”
“Yes. There was one monster that devours geniuses.”

The Black-haired Elder cut off the Red-haired Elder’s words and exhaled heavily.

“I couldn’t gauge those below, but that one was a Grand Master. Upper tier or higher.”

His lips trembled as if he still couldn’t believe it.

“I sensed the same thing, so it must be certain then.”

The Red-haired Elder nodded with a hollow laugh.

“I should challenge that child first….”
“I should be the one to cross blades first….”

The two elders spoke their challenges simultaneously, then stopped abruptly.

“You lost to me! Back off!”
“Who lost? You lost! You were clinging and crying!”

The Black-haired Elder and the Red-haired Elder glared at each other and rose to their feet.

“Then shall we finish this today?”
“Yes! Let’s settle this once and for all right here!”

The Black-haired Elder raised his sword to upper stance, while the Red-haired Elder angled his blade downward.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

As the two swordsmen heightened their momentum for battle, the Battlefield trembled and the River churned violently.

Screech!

Just as the Black-haired Elder and the Red-haired Elder were about to charge at each other, their sword auras blazing—

Boom!

A tall, elongated figure materialized in mid-air, seized both the Black-haired Elder and the Red-haired Elder by the collar, and hurled them directly into the River Bank.

Splash!

The movement was so exquisite that the Red-haired Elder and the Black-haired Elder couldn’t even resist, tumbling helplessly into the River.

“Quiet. How long are you two going to keep fighting?”

The tall man with long white hair stared at the Black-haired Elder and the Red-haired Elder for a moment, then descended the Mountain.

“Tch!”

The Red-haired Elder clicked his tongue as he watched the tall man fade from view.

“That damned bastard just keeps getting stronger! I didn’t even notice him appear!”
“They say he’s the Holy Sword Association’s greatest talent. Though the previous Rion Lord never acknowledged it.”

The Black-haired Elder chuckled and shook his head.

“That man isn’t strong as a swordsman—he’s strong as a martial artist. It can’t be helped.”

The Red-haired Elder snorted dismissively.

“Still, I didn’t expect him to break through the transcendence barrier so quickly.”
“Right. It’s such a filthy world where talent is all that matters!”
“But where is that bastard going?”
“To steal food, probably. He said working is annoying, so he goes down once a month.”
“How can there be someone like that….”

The two elders had lost all desire to fight and remained motionless in the river.

Splash.

The tall man who had thrown the elders aside shuffled into the city like a scarecrow.

As he quietly tried to walk toward the Dining Hall, a Young Man emerged from between the alleyways.

“Ah.”

Black hair and black eyes. An unfamiliar face bearing a single line of sword energy, yet emanating an aura so formidable that his age was impossible to gauge.

“Swordmaster? Would you be willing to accept my challenge?”

His eyes gleamed with the fervor of one eager for battle.

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