The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 806

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Chapter 806

Crash!

Darkan and Lectar’s blades collided at the center of the Banquet Hall, unleashing a violent shockwave.

Crunch!

Tables shattered, and the food and dishes that had rested upon them scattered into dust.

Crackle!

Darkan and Lectar stood their ground within the tremendous wave, their blades locked as they aimed for each other’s throats without yielding an inch.

“Huff.”

Lectar forced Darkan’s blade back with raw strength and exhaled sharply.

‘I must draw out his divine sword.’

The fact that Darkan still held his blade meant he was holding back. I needed to draw out his full power as quickly as possible to end this fight in victory.

Boom!

Lectar leaned his upper body forward with a sharp intake of breath. His blade became a blue flash, advancing toward Darkan’s heart.

“Not bad.”

Darkan nodded with satisfaction and blocked Lectar’s strike with a single hand.

“Not yet.”

Lectar had anticipated Darkan’s defense and brought his blade down diagonally, deflecting it to the left.
Tremendous weight settled upon the sword’s edge, which traced a blue arc.

Crash!

Lectar’s blade pressed down as if it would shatter Darkan’s sword.

‘I can’t stop here.’

To drive Darkan back, I needed to push further.

Zing!

Lectar’s blade transformed once more. Sharp and shifting within a weight like Mount Tai, it bent toward Darkan’s neck.

“Excellent killing intent!”

Darkan smacked his lips briefly and fluidly received the diverse sword strikes Lectar unleashed.
His blade trembled from the sheer force of killing intent behind the attack.

“Now it’s my turn to reciprocate.”

Darkan smiled darkly and thrust his blade directly at Lectar. His sword gleamed black, and in an instant it touched Lectar’s left chest—a thrust honed to the absolute limit.
His blade flashed black, and before long it was touching Lectar’s left chest. It was a thrust honed to the extreme.

“Hmm!”

Even in this critical moment, Lectar remained unruffled. He calmly lowered his blade, gently deflecting Darkan’s thrust with a falling edge.

Boom!

Darkan’s blade pierced empty air instead of Lectar’s heart, bursting the clouds floating in the night sky.

‘Now!’

Lectar seized the moment when Darkan’s blade extended into empty space and twisted his wrist.
His blade flashed with azure light, descending like a meteor. It was the trajectory of ten thousand swords—the grandeur of countless sword techniques woven into one.

“Hmm!”

Veins bulged across Darkan’s forehead. Realizing he couldn’t properly block this strike, he released the hand gripping his sword and extended only his index and middle fingers.

Boom!

Darkan’s sword, suspended in mid-air, spun like lightning and cleaved through the vicious slash Lectar had unleashed. It was the manifestation of the Sword of Dominion.

“Quite the defense for someone without eyes.”

Lectar retreated from the shockwave generated by the Sword of Dominion, a twisted smile spreading across his face.

“Eyes aren’t what matters for a swordsman.”

Darkan laughed, explaining that the world he perceived was fundamentally different from what others saw.

“But you are impressive.”

He nodded lightly toward Lectar, regarding him with newfound interest.

“I was prepared to end this immediately if I found it unsatisfying, but you’ve far exceeded my expectations.”

Darkan smacked his lips with evident delight.

“To think you’d be satisfied with merely this…”

Lectar straightened his posture, his eyes narrowing with displeasure.

“Aren’t you underestimating me?”
“I apologize.”

Darkan offered a respectful bow, reading the fierce determination blazing from Lectar’s entire being.

“Then shall we elevate this a notch?”

As he lowered his finger, the Sword of Dominion trembled with terrifying force and plummeted toward Lectar’s shoulder. Compressed vacuum blades materialized in its wake, streaking through the air.
It wasn’t merely vibration—the very fabric of space itself seemed to shatter.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

Lectar unleashed the profound mysteries of his greatsword technique to their fullest. He dominated the space itself, deflecting the descending Sword of Dominion and obliterating every vacuum blade in its path.

Screeeech!

Lectar didn’t stop there. He stepped forward and raised his sword.
The massive blade curved toward Darkan’s neck with a fluidity as smooth as flowing water.

“Ha!”

Darkan exhaled sharply, flicking his fingers. His demonic sword erupted like an awl, deflecting the slash.

‘This level won’t be enough.’

Lectar clicked his tongue briefly and tightened his grip on the sword’s hilt. The Ocean’s Sword Technique. A brilliant azure slash—reminiscent of sky and sea—cascaded down upon Darkan.

“A battle of pure strength!”

Darkan laughed refreshingly and threw himself into Lectar’s slash. His demonic sword erupted before his chest, radiating magnificent light.

Crash!

Lectar’s slash and Darkan’s demonic sword collided head-on. The earth’s surface inverted, and the mansion and surrounding buildings crumbled to dust.

Screech!

Within the shockwave, Lectar and Darkan clashed their blades repeatedly, each seeking the other’s vital points.
Countless slashes scattered in all directions, and a dark blue vortex surged upward, beginning to demolish the entire Holy Sword Association.

“Ugh!”
“My ears…”
“I can’t hold on!”

The battle between the two transcendents was so fierce that blood streamed from the eyes and ears of the swordsmen standing far away.

Yet, true to their nature as members of the Holy Sword Association—those who revered the blade—not a single swordsman abandoned the battlefield.
Instead, swordsmen scattered throughout the area gathered together, their numbers now far greater than before.

“Now that we have an audience, shall we truly begin?”

Darkan glanced at Lectar and tilted his chin.

“Show me what sword the current Holy Sword Master wields.”

His demonic sword moved with newfound freedom, as if released from its leash, flowing into even more fluid strikes.

“You need not speak such words….”

Lectar exhaled steadily and raised his blade. His gaze gleamed as sharply as the steel itself.

“You will understand soon enough.”

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I watched Darkan’s demonic sword rise silently, biting my lip.

‘Now the real battle begins.’

Darkan’s specialty was demonic swordsmanship. If I couldn’t stop that mysterious blade, victory or defeat was as clear as day.

‘Grandfather….’

I swallowed dryly and observed Lectar. He too understood that the true fight was about to commence, maintaining his focus.

Yet Lectar showed no fear of his duel with Darkan—only anticipation. He was also a swordsman of the Holy Sword Association.

Whoooosh!

Darkan’s blade shot toward Lectar at the exact angle it had risen.
Moving with the speed of compressed air itself. The demonic sword had already reached Lectar’s throat before I could even blink.

Clang!

Lectar parried Darkan’s demonic sword effortlessly, drawing upon his concentration to its fullest.

Whoosh!

Yet before the blade could rebound, Darkan twisted it mid-air, targeting Lectar’s shoulder.
Such was the nature of the demonic sword—it moved freely beyond the wielder’s hand, bending to his will.

“That won’t be enough.”

Lectar rotated his wrist, anticipating that Darkan’s Ego Sword would return to him.
His blade swept in a semicircle, deflecting Darkan’s slash once more.

“Now the real battle begins.”

As Darkan’s lips curled upward, his sword bent at an unnatural angle and thrust toward Lectar’s waist.

‘Growing stronger….’

I clenched my teeth as I watched Lectar and the Ego Sword clash.

‘It’s getting more powerful.’

Each time Darkan’s Ego Sword was blocked by Lectar, it gained speed and force, attacking with increasingly bizarre techniques. The blade itself seemed to have gained a life of its own.

Clang!

Yet Lectar showed no sign of reaching his limit either, drawing upon the subtleties of the Ten Thousand Swords and his aura to counter Darkan’s Ego Sword.

Swift Sword, Heavy Sword, Strong Sword, Light Sword, Overwhelming Sword, Vicious Sword, Formless Sword—countless sword techniques bloomed from his blade, consuming the Ego Sword’s assault in reverse.

‘That’s….’

I trembled at my fingertips watching Lectar’s refined swordsmanship.

‘Is that Grandfather’s Ten Thousand Swords?’

Unlike me, he hadn’t mastered every sword technique, but by focusing on the harmony of swordsmanship, he was perfectly countering the Ego Sword.

‘Strangely, I can see it clearly.’

Not just Grandfather’s, but Darkan’s Ego Sword techniques as well.

Even though I had reached the pinnacle of Grand Master, there was a vast chasm between me and these transcendents like Lectar and Darkan.

Yet mysteriously, both their sword techniques flowed naturally before my eyes.
Darkan’s Ego Sword and Lectar’s Ten Thousand Swords—though I couldn’t read them perfectly, the flow of their techniques felt tangible against my skin.

‘Is it because I’ve only been training swordsmanship all this time?’

Over the past two months, I had honed and polished countless blades, and it seemed my eye for reading swords had sharpened considerably.
For me, it was a form of study as valuable as any technique.

-That’s not all.

Wrath shook his head gravely.

-That old man is showing you something. His own fight.

His clear eyes turned toward Lectar.

‘Could it be…?’
-Indeed. He teaches you while believing he could die. That is his resolve.

Wrath pressed his lips firmly together, urging me to watch Lectar until the very end.

‘Grandfather.’

I clenched my fists with trembling hands. Just as Wrath said, Lectar’s sword seemed to speak—telling me to witness everything about him.

‘Wrath. The outcome of this battle…’

I turned my gaze to Wrath, clinging to a fragile hope.

-You know better than anyone, don’t you?

Wrath clicked his tongue briefly.

-Your old man has grown stronger. He seems prepared, and if that moth were still at his former level, he could have matched him. But not now.

He shook his head, as if the outcome of this battle was already decided.

-You’d best think about how to escape after this fight ends.
‘I won’t run.’

I bit my lip and straightened my posture.
Even as I watched Lectar unfold his own sword within Darkan’s overwhelming divine sword, my hand moved to rest upon my blade.

‘I won’t allow a future where Grandfather dies….’

I would never create such an outcome.

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“Hah.”

Lectar exhaled sharply as he deflected the Demonic Sword that Darkan had unleashed.

‘It’s working.’

I had prepared countermeasures against the Demonic Sword, anticipating that I might one day face Darkan in combat, and fortunately, they were proving effective.

Screeeech!

Darkan’s Demonic Sword twisted in a grotesque spiral as it came hurtling down. The aura woven into the blade was both formidable and razor-sharp, as if it could cleave the very heavens asunder.

Whoooosh!

Lectar drew his blade downward, infusing it with the supreme principles of the Thousand Sword technique.
A cerulean wave rippled across the blade like a banner of victory, meeting Darkan’s Demonic Sword head-on.

Boom!

In the pitch-black sky, Lectar’s Thousand Sword and Darkan’s Demonic Sword collided, unleashing a catastrophic explosion. Clouds were obliterated, and the moonlight seemed to recoil in fear.
The clouds faded away, and the moonlight dimmed as if seized by fear.

“Mwahahaha!”

At his gesture, the blade that had lost momentum and fallen suddenly surged upward again, shooting toward Lectar’s heart.
It pierced through space itself—the fastest and most ferocious Demonic Sword yet.
It was the fastest and most intense Igieo Sword technique so far, as if it pierced through space itself.

Cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo!

Lectar planted his feet into the earth like roots taking hold, positioning his sword at the center of his body.

‘This is where the final act begins.’

He brought his sword down with both hands to meet Darkan’s rushing Demonic Sword.
The sword path of ten thousand blades bloomed naturally. Raon’s yearning for swordsmanship seemed to influence him as well—in this moment, his mastery of the blade was ascending.

Crash!

Darkan’s Demonic Sword came at him with formidable aura, devastating speed, and trajectories beyond perception, yet the blade infused with the true essence of ten thousand swords perfectly neutralized everything.

Clang!

Ultimately, Darkan’s Demonic Sword failed to pierce through Lectar’s defense and was sent flying into empty space.

Boom!

Lectar was not content with mere defense. He kicked off the ground fiercely, lunging toward Darkan’s left side and raising his sword infused with the mysteries of ten thousand blades.

“You came as expected.”

Just before the thrust, Darkan’s face twisted into a dark smile. As he opened his hand as if he had been waiting for this moment, the Demonic Sword that had been sent flying tore through space and descended toward his head.

‘A trap!’

…which I already knew.

Darkan would never crumble so easily, so I had anticipated this situation from the moment I charged forward.

Boom!

I extended my left foot forward. A violent tremor shook the earth as I stretched out the hand gripping my sword.
A brilliant blue aura scattered like starlight across the blade’s edge, drawing a magnificent line that reached toward the heavens.

“Hmph!”

Darkan’s expression hardened for the first time. Following his urgent gesture, the Demonic Sword blazed with an intense, explosive light.

“You’re already too late.”

Lectar gritted his teeth and unleashed a sword brimming with the ultimate essence of ten thousand blades. In his weathered eyes gleamed the image of his grandson, who watched this battle unfold.

‘It is because of you.’

The incomplete swordsmanship he had spent a lifetime perfecting yet never finished—upon reuniting with his lost family, it had finally acquired its own color and form.
A new constellation drawn by his blade cascaded down upon Darkan’s entire body.

“Magnificent!”

Darkan applauded Lectar’s sublime swordsmanship and unleashed his Demonic Sword, flickering with black radiance.

Boom!

The ten thousand blades infused with Lectar’s full power and Darkan’s Demonic Sword collided, and a cerulean tempest swept across heaven and earth in all directions.

“Hah….”

Lectar remained standing in place, clutching his chest. Though exhaustion showed on his face, strength still resonated in the hand gripping his sword—he could still fight.

“Kuh….”

Darkan, meanwhile, bent his upper body forward, black blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He was clearly wounded, yet a smile of pure delight bloomed across his lips.

“Excellent.”

Darkan slowly raised his chin and gazed at Lectar.

“Indeed, you can only truly understand a blade by crossing it directly.”

He curled his lips upward, expressing his satisfaction with Lectar’s sword.

“Hmm….”

Lectar narrowed his eyes, observing Darkan who remained undiminished despite his bleeding.

“Astounding. Your power transcends even the realm of mastery.”

Darkan nodded without even searching for his Demonic Sword, which had been sent flying elsewhere.

“At this level, I could stand against the other leaders of Oma.”
“Since I’ve taken over Rion in your stead, I should be able to handle at least this much.”

Lectar kept his tension high as he clenched his jaw.

“Yes. You’ve always had a strong sense of responsibility.”

Darkan revealed a serene smile.

“This is a satisfying battle. For one who has grown to such heights, I must show you my true strength as well.”
“Mm….”

Lectar spread his aura in all directions, ready to counter any attack that might come.

‘Could it truly be the Heart Sword….’

Darkan had said that after losing his eyes, he had come to understand something about the Heart Sword.
Since I couldn’t tell whether he had mastered it or awakened to something else entirely, I had to be prepared for either possibility.

‘No—not just prepared. I’ll end this here.’

Whether it was the Heart Sword or any other supreme technique, great power always carried its own backlash.
If I could endure it, that would be my chance to fell Darkan.

“Then.”

Darkan drew a faint smile as he extended his empty hand forward. From his grasp, a blade of pure darkness erupted—a sword that seemed to contain the very essence of shadow.

‘What is this?’

I felt no aura, no sword energy, no sword technique emanating from that blade, yet an inexplicable chill ran down my spine.

“If you can withstand this, I’ll concede victory to you.”

The dark sword in Darkan’s grip advanced, wreathed in shadow, its trajectory a stroke that seemed to extinguish life itself alongside the night.

Whoooosh!

Faced with the beautiful yet noble trajectory of the sword, my steadfast resolve fractured, and the vision of victory crumbled to dust.
It wasn’t cutting through mind and soul—it was crushing them entirely and shattering them. An overwhelming heart-sword technique that erased all fighting spirit.

“Cough!”

Lectar collapsed on the spot, spewing black blood. For the first time as a swordsman, he knelt with his blade fallen from his grasp.

“Would you like to hear something interesting?”

Darkan shook his head as the darkness sword faded.

“If I were to fully unfold this heart-sword technique, I would cease to exist in this world.”

He watched the vanishing light sword with a regretful expression, clicking his tongue.

“Perhaps even Glen Zigheart refrained from unfolding a perfect heart-sword technique for that reason.”
“Ugh….”

While Darkan muttered to himself, Lectar attempted to grasp his sword again, but his spirit rejected the fight—his fingers wouldn’t even move.

“It’s already over. I’ve severed your will, so this is where it ends.”

Darkan approached Lectar with a chilling murderous intent radiating from him.

“Not quite on par with Glen, but it was a duel of significance.”

As he recalled his sworn rival and raised his blade to strike, eyes of the same color as Glen’s appeared.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Darkan twisted his lips into a smile as he saw Raon Zigheart standing before Lectar.

“I would have found you on my own—there’s no need to be in such a hurry.”
“From this moment on….”

Raon Zigheart stood before Lectar and tilted his chin slightly.

“I will face your swordsmanship.”

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