The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 889

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Chapter 889

“A sparring match… Ah!”

I nodded at Glen Zigheart.

‘That’s right. It was postponed.’

When I returned to the family estate after reaching transcendence, Glen Zigheart had suggested a light sparring match. At the time, Aris Zigheart’s condition wasn’t good, so we had indefinitely postponed it. It seemed he wanted to hold that match now.

“It would be my honor.”

I bowed respectfully, expressing my gratitude for his instruction.

-Ugh!

Wrath cried out in displeasure, clutching his head.

-This will only make it louder, and I won’t be able to sleep!

He whimpered in irritation, saying the noise would be doubled.

‘I’ll keep it quiet.’

-How can you fight that old geezer quietly!

Wrath gnashed his teeth at the impossibility.

“Don’t expect any mercy.”

Glen Zigheart slowly raised the Heavenly Sword.

“I have no intention of holding back.”

He jerked his chin, signaling me to come at him with full power.

“Hmm….”

I bit my lip with my teeth as I stared at Glen.

‘There’s no opening.’

Or should I say everything is an opening?

Glen simply stood there holding his sword, yet it felt as though I faced an insurmountable wall that could not be breached.

At times it seemed he had no openings whatsoever, and at others, everything appeared to be one.

-That is the true meaning of the natural body, it is.

Wrath narrowed his eyes to slits.

-Both the places you can attack and those you cannot are traps, they are.

He clicked his tongue, saying this space had already been consumed by Glen.

“Will you not come?”

Glen drew a thin smile, surrounded by a heavy yet sharp aura.

“If you hesitate, you will be defeated without even drawing your sword once.”

His words rang true. Merely standing before Glen made my head spin, and cold sweat trickled down my back. I felt his aura gradually encroaching upon my space.

‘Then I have no choice but to rely on raw power.’

I exhaled sharply and drew the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword. The will of the two newly honed blades slowly calmed my turbulent emotions.

Whoooosh!

I planted the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword into the Training Ground and opened my Mental World.

Sword Realm Incarnation.
Divine Demon Harmony Union.

A crimson sun and azure moon rose above the dark night sky laden with heavy clouds.

Waves of heat and cold aura cascaded down upon me like stage lights converging.

Roooaaarrr!

I stood before Glen once more, holding aloft the divine blade honed by the sun’s flames and the demonic blade forged from the moon’s frost.

‘The swords are lending me their strength.’

I could feel the divine blade’s inferno and the demonic blade’s frost radiating a more formidable aura than before.

The Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword had grown stronger, and it seemed the power of my divine-demonic harmony had ascended as well.

“I’m coming.”

With those brief words, I drew upon Tae Hwa Bo. A crimson flash tore through the darkness as I advanced toward Glen’s left flank.

Whoooosh!

The moment my feet touched the ground, I twisted my wrist gripping the blade.

Within the divine blade’s flames, the mad beast of Gwang A Sword rampaged, while above the demonic blade’s frost, the frigid winds of Seolpung Sword Technique bloomed.

Claaang!

I channeled the extremes of Gwang A Sword and Seolpung Sword Technique into Sheryl’s dual-blade technique, targeting Glen’s shoulder and waist.

“Assessing your opponent’s strength, then committing full power from the start…”

Glen smiled approvingly and nodded.

“A good strategy, but it lacks weight.”

He thrust the Heavenly Sword through the narrow gap where my divine and demonic blades harmonized.

It was a single strike that shattered the flow of my dual-blade technique, which had been interlocking like clockwork.

Craaash!

Glen’s casual thrust carried the weight of a thousand pounds. Both Gwang A Sword and Seolpung Sword Technique shattered simultaneously, and I was hurled backward violently.

“Phew….”

I brushed away the sweat trickling down my forehead without concern and adjusted my grip on the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword.

“Then I’ll increase the intensity a bit more.”

I bit my lip and stepped into the extreme speed of Tae Hwa Yi Bo. Moving at a velocity that darkened my vision, I thrust both blades forward before Glen’s eyes.

Roooooar!

The Divine Sword’s flames surged and traced the form of a dragon, while the Demonic Sword’s frost crystallized into a pure white sphere that gleamed brilliantly.

Flame Dragon Technique and Heavenly Strike. Two sword strikes that were second to none in power erupted simultaneously.

Kwuaaaaaaang!

A shockwave that seemed to shake the entire Zigheart exploded outward, twisting the floor of the Sparring Arena and splitting the sky above with tan-colored cracks.

“That’s quite sharp.”

Glen met the Heavenly Strike and Flame Dragon Technique head-on without flinching, casually brushing off his hands.

‘Still impenetrable.’

I furrowed my brow as I watched Glen disperse the smoke.

‘Overpowering him through brute force is impossible.’

Seeing how he blocked the Heavenly Strike and Flame Dragon Technique without even using his full strength, it seemed futile to try pressuring Glen through raw power.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Glen swung his sword lightly. It was a relaxed strike meant to loosen his body, yet the result was anything but gentle.

Kwarrrung!

The pitch-black night sky split open, and crimson lightning poured down. Glen’s lightning strike—faster and more powerful than thunder itself.

‘Mere defense won’t be enough….’

If I gave ground to Glen even once, I wouldn’t be able to wield my sword properly, and the battle would end.

No matter how powerfully his blade pressed down, I had to keep counterattacks in mind.

Whoooosh!

I first erected a Salt Jade Wall using the Divine Sword’s flames to block the descending lightning bolts.

I endured the overwhelming force of the thunder aura pressing forward with my body’s strength, then raised the Demon Sword angled downward.

Ching!

A white wave bloomed from the Demon Sword’s blade, shattering the Salt Jade Wall and devouring the incoming red thunder aura. A counterattack technique that erased the opponent’s offensive—White Shadow Flash.

“Quite sharp!”

Glen nodded with evident delight and twisted the hilt of the Heavenly Sword. The fragments of lightning scattered like water spray as White Shadow Flash erupted outward.

“I could put a bit more power into this.”

Glen smacked his lips briefly and stepped forward. The thunder aura concentrated in the Heavenly Sword became red streaks of light rushing toward me. It was a sword technique of extreme speed that transcended the very word “fast.”

Crash!

I blocked Glen’s slash by raising both the Divine Sword and Demon Sword diagonally, but my defense wasn’t perfect—the thunder aura pierced through my aura and crushed against bone and flesh.

“From now on, it would be wise to keep your eyes wide open.”

Glen spoke words I couldn’t comprehend and raised the Heavenly Sword above his head.

Above the Heavenly Sword, a deep and vast night sky descended, with red lightning streaking across it. It was the sword path of the Heavenly Thunder Sword that he had taught me directly.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

But Glen’s Heavenly Thunder Sword contained a power on an entirely different dimension from when he had instructed me. His words about not holding back seemed to be sincere.

‘I still have to endure.’

I clenched my teeth and blocked the Heavenly Thunder Sword that seemed to contain the very heavens themselves.

Glen’s swordsmanship was nothing short of a rare opportunity for any swordsman. I had to cling to every moment and absorb as much as I could.

‘So this is how the Heavenly Sword is wielded.’

As I faced Glen’s Heavenly Sword unfurling before me, I began to understand how I should employ it going forward.

A blade that suffocates the enemy’s lifeline. The Heavenly Sword was not merely swift and powerful—it was a cruel technique that could gnaw away at both the opponent’s body and spirit.

“You’re holding up well. I can increase the intensity.”

Glen smiled with satisfaction as he infused deeper lightning aura into his Divine Heavenly Sword. Waves of crimson lightning were engulfing the entire 5th Training Ground.

‘It’s piercing through….’

Glen’s lightning aura was penetrating through the flames of the Divine Sword and the frost of the Demon Sword, layering shocks upon my body.

Pain and numbness radiating from my fingertips spread throughout my entire frame.

“The power of lightning aura lies not merely in strength and speed.”

Glen intensified the pressure further, his lips moving slightly. His blade shifted between sublime subtlety and bestial sharpness, making it difficult to grasp its rhythm.

“Ugh….”

I bit my lip. Despite knowing the sword path intimately, the lightning aura slowed my body’s responses, making it difficult to defend properly. The longer I fought, the more I felt myself sinking into the quagmire of lightning aura.

“Penetrating force.”

Glen regarded me with eyes so serene they seemed impossible for a sparring match.

“Lightning aura possesses the penetrating force to pierce through an opponent’s aura. If you’re aware of it beforehand and remain vigilant, it’s inescapable.”

He smiled faintly, explaining how lightning aura provided tremendous advantage in prolonged combat.

“Your body must be struggling to move now. Let’s end this.”

Glen appeared to have intended from the start to teach me the application of the Heavenly Sword and the utility of lightning aura, and now he moved to conclude the match.

But I hadn’t tested anything yet. I couldn’t end the sparring here.

Whoosh!

As Glen brought the Heavenly Sword down across my shoulder, I exhaled the breath I’d been holding and drew forth my newly acquired power.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The royal aura embedded in my liver expelled the lightning that had been numbing my entire body. The king’s aura did not yield to Glen’s lightning, and in an instant, I restored my body and mind to their original state.

Clang!

I stamped my right foot on the battlefield and parried Glen’s Heavenly Sword with my Divine and Demonic blades.

Raon Zigheart’s sword technique.
Sixth Form Divine-Demonic Harmony Sequence—Azure-Crimson Undefeated Sword.

Flames and frost that had been burning along the straight blade erupted as if drawing their final breath, sweeping across Glen’s entire body.

“What…?”

Bewilderment flickered across Glen’s eyes for the first time. He seemed shocked not by the Azure-Crimson Undefeated Sword itself, but that I could move my body despite being consumed by the lightning.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Even in his confusion, he drew the Heavenly Sword infused with lightning and instantly extinguished the flames and frost of the Azure-Crimson Undefeated.

‘As expected.’

Even with Ascara’s aura, the gap between Glen and me remained as vast as heaven and earth.

Since I naturally believed I couldn’t break through, I unleashed the final stratagem I had prepared.

Zing!

The Mokryun Sword moved directly from its sheath and burst forth from behind Glen’s back. The Void Slash—my unique secret technique harmonizing Gyeokhaemoo and spatial swordsmanship—pierced through the crimson lightning and shot toward Glen.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The wave of the Azure-Crimson Undefeated Sword, reborn from the front, surged forward, while the Void Slash struck from behind—caught in this two-pronged assault, Glen’s eyes widened in shock.

“Ha!”

A deep smile finally graced Glen’s lips.

“Remarkable.”

As his admiration rang out, a lightning strike of entirely different magnitude surged forth.

The lightning that had been small as a marble in a child’s hand expanded in an instant, shattering both the Cyan-Crimson Undefeated Sword and the Void Slash.

“Ugh….”

I exhaled heavily and rolled across the floor.

Had Glen unleashed that lightning strike with true intent, I would have ceased to exist long ago. It seemed he had held back until the very end. His genuine power was still far beyond what I could withstand.

Thud!

The Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, returned to their original forms, embedded themselves limply into the ground, while the Wooden Wheel Sword flew far and lodged itself in the wall.

“Hah….”

As I lifted my head while breathing heavily, I saw Glen with a smile playing at his lips.

“It seems you’ve gained something once again.”

Glen retrieved the Heavenly Sword, Soul Reaper Sword, and Wooden Wheel Sword, then handed them to me.

“You always develop beyond my expectations, but this time you’ve truly astounded me.”

He released a genuine sigh of admiration.

“Thank you.”

I bowed deeply, saying that I had been able to test many things thanks to him.

“All three swords have different characteristics, yet they suit you perfectly. I find myself increasingly eager to see what lies ahead.”

Glen nodded, congratulating me on obtaining fine blades.

“I won’t disappoint you.”

I sheathed my sword and rose to my feet, offering a faint smile.

“Well, but….”

Glen’s laughter died as his expression turned grave, and he approached me.

“H-how close have you become with Karun?”

He suddenly broached the subject of Karun, his brows furrowing deeply.

“Well, we’re not particularly close.”

I stood there for a moment, bewildered, before shaking my head. Glen seemed to hope I would grow closer to Karun, but I answered honestly that our relationship remained shallow.

“Is that so?”

Yet Glen’s lips curled upward in what appeared to be satisfaction.

“Yes. I think it’s admirable that he reflects on his past and shows how he’s changed, but we’re still not close.”
“What’s admirable about that bastard! Absolutely not!”

Glen shook his head, insisting we still had a long way to go.

“Keep things exactly as they are now. Just as they are.”

Glen patted my shoulder as if warning me not to grow closer to Karun, then left the Training Ground with noticeably lighter steps than before.

“Huh….”

I watched Glen depart from the Training Ground, blinking in confusion.

‘What was that? Is Karun an enemy?’

-Yaaaaaawn.

Wrath let out a long yawn and shook his head slowly.

-I wonder when these fools will finally understand.

He smacked his own head, urging himself to get some sleep.

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“From now on, your name is Wave of Darkness. It means you’ll bury your enemies in the waves of death!”

The swordsman of Gwangpung Corps Unit 1 raised his black sword high, stretching his lips into a wide grin.

“Those waves won’t even reach the heels of this Green Wave ver.3! Just look at this brilliantly gleaming blade!”

The swordsman of Gwangpung Corps Unit 2 gasped in admiration as he gazed at his sword, which shimmered with a pale green light.

“Super Haksar, Destiny of Fate, I’m sorry! My new sword, Storm, is calling to my very soul!”

The swordsman of Gwangpung Corps Unit 3 embraced his sword, from which blue wind spiraled forth, tears streaming down his face.

“Sigh…”

I exhaled deeply as I watched the swordsmen display their fervent passion for their blades—something I hadn’t witnessed in quite some time.

‘They’re still at it.’

Back when the Gwangpung Unit was first formed, they’d competed over such childish sword names, and now, even with age, they were doing the same thing upon receiving new blades. It was utterly absurd.

But they weren’t the only ones rejoicing.

Since all the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps had received swords forged from dragon bone, the 5th Training Ground now echoed not with battle cries, but with laughter brimming with joy.

“This sword really is something special…”

Lunan wielded his new sword, which retained the exact form of Seolhwa, his eyes blinking with contentment.

“After all, the familiar blade always tastes the sweetest.”

Martha, too, drew a deep smile, clearly pleased with the newly honed blade she’d refined based on the sword Denier had given her.

‘Hmm? This aura is….’

As I watched the swordsmen rejoice over their new blades, I felt a familiar presence approaching the 5th Training Ground.

Creak.

The door to the 5th Training Ground opened, and Mark Goeten, draped in a gray robe, entered.

“Huh?”
“Mark Goeten!”
“You’re back?”

Dorian, Burren, and Martha rushed toward Mark Goeten with delight.

“It’s been a while.”

Mark Goeten offered a light bow to the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen before walking toward the platform.

“Organization Master, I have returned after completing my training at the Holy Sword Association.”

He knelt with eyes that had grown heavier than before, lowering his head respectfully.

“You’ve worked hard.”

I descended from the platform to greet Mark Goeten.

“You appear to have made considerable progress.”
“By training diligently each day, I began to see a path forward.”

Mark Goeten smiled faintly, saying that training never betrays effort.

“As you mentioned, Organization Master, Lawrence may seem cold, but he possesses deep compassion. Whenever I visited, he helped me in many ways.”

He nodded, acknowledging that he’d grown considerably thanks to Lawrence.

“So it seems. Though Lawrence must have been annoyed, of course.”

I narrowed my eyes as I assessed Mark Goeten’s aura.

‘He’s grown remarkably.’

Even accounting for the time that had passed, Mark Goeten had returned with astonishing progress.

Before he left for the Holy Sword Association, he had felt on par with Lunan and Martha, but now he stood slightly ahead of them.

It seemed Mark Goeten would be the first to break through the Grand Master barrier.

-He’s gained composure too, it seems.
‘Indeed.’

Mark Goeten had once been hailed as a genius, but after his strength plateaued at the early Master stage, he had always carried an edge of impatience.

Yet now his eyes held the calm and ease of a warrior who had reached full maturity.

“I wanted to come immediately upon hearing the news, but the Rion Lord advised against it, saying you wouldn’t wish for me to abandon my training.”

Mark Goeten lowered his head, his lips pressed together as he apologized for missing Rimer’s funeral.

“No. That was the right choice.”

I shook my head with a smile.

‘My master would have said the same.’

Rimer had always been indifferent to death. He would have been pleased that Mark Goeten continued his training rather than attend the funeral.

“But it seems everyone has changed somehow.”

Mark Goeten glanced around at the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen with a puzzled expression.

“We obtained new swords!”

Dorian brandished his newly acquired blade with pride.

“Swords? Ah, from slaying that Dragon?”

Mark Goeten nodded as if he now understood.

“Why don’t you take this opportunity to forge a new blade as well, Mark?”

I gestured toward the other swordsmen’s weapons, suggesting that Mark Goeten should also have a blade crafted.

“It’s certainly a fine opportunity, but I’m content with the blade the Organization Master has already provided.”

Mark Goeten shook his head, claiming he had no desire for weapons. He looked like a detached sage with no worldly ambitions.

“We could improve upon that blade as a foundation.”
“Is that possible?”
“The people currently in Mirtan Village are quite exceptional craftsmen….”

I nodded and explained to him about the master craftsmen in Mirtan.

“That… that does sound appealing. No, I want to have one made!”

Mark Goeten’s detachment vanished in an instant. It seemed even he couldn’t resist a blade forged by the Continental Master Craftsmen.

“Then let’s head there right away while we’re on the subject.”

As I left the Training Ground with Mark Goeten to head to Mirtan Village, I spotted Chad rushing toward us.

“Organization Master!”

Chad approached with a grave expression and bowed his head.

“The Head of House has summoned you.”

He exhaled heavily, indicating I needed to head to the Audience Chamber immediately.

“Is it urgent?”
“Yes. From the Cheoljeon Unit on their mission….”

Chad nodded gravely and continued.

“An emergency support request has come in….”

He clenched his teeth, his expression hardening.

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