The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1120

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Chapter 1120

Raon ascended to the Sparring Arena for the first time and surveyed his opponent.

‘That girl….’

The Blue-haired Girl who had opened the door when I first arrived at Mugeomgak stood before me.

“I am Belua, a disciple of Mugeomgak. It is an honor to spar with you, Sword Master.”

The Blue-haired Girl introduced herself and bowed respectfully.

“I will fight using the True Returning Sword.”

Her emerald eyes gleamed as she placed her hand on her blade.

“I am Raon Zigheart.”

Raon did not underestimate his opponent, revealing his own name and taking the proper stance for a sparring match.

“That girl is my disciple.”

Bridget tilted her chin while crossing her arms.

“She’s young, so her raw power is nothing special, but her swordsmanship talent is exceptional. Beat her properly.”

She chuckled, clearly wanting her disciple to be thoroughly defeated.

‘A disciple of the Akgeomhu….’

Raon nodded as he observed the serene emerald depths of Belua’s eyes.

‘I sensed it from the moment I saw her in front of Mugeomgak’s Main Gate.’

Despite her youth, Belua’s eyes held a brilliant clarity, and she emanated the noble fragrance of exceptional talent.
While I would need to face her to determine her exact level, she seemed to possess qualities as outstanding as Burren, Martha, and Lunan Slion.

“Belua. Fight him as if he were your mortal enemy!”

Bridget commanded Belua to fight with every ounce of her strength.

“Yes!”

Belua nodded vigorously, affirming her resolve to obey her master’s words faithfully, and drew her sword.

“I shall grant you three moves.”

I spoke as a senior on the path of the blade, offering to concede three attacks before drawing the Heavenly Sword.

“You’re actually drawing a real sword?”

Evelyn’s eyes widened in surprise, as if she hadn’t expected me to unsheathe an actual blade.

“Wouldn’t it be fine to take it easy against a girl like her?”

She tilted her head, questioning whether swordplay using only techniques would be inappropriate.

“A mage wouldn’t understand a swordsman’s etiquette.”

Martha snorted derisively.

“A swordsman’s etiquette?”

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed with interest, wanting to understand more since it concerned me.

“That is… the courtesy of a duel, you see.”

Dorian gestured slightly toward Evelyn with his chin.

“Since this is a Sparring Arena, not a Training Ground, it’s the swordsman’s courtesy to decisively defeat an opponent rather than fight half-heartedly.”

He nodded, explaining that I had drawn my sword for Belua’s sake.

“I see.”

Evelyn laughed, now understanding.

“Indeed, even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it gives its all.”

She murmured that Raon was magnificent, clasping her hands together before her chest.

“Then I’ll begin!”

Belua charged forward with a fierce cry. Her blade gleamed like azure starlight before dropping toward Raon’s chest.

Clang!

Raon deflected Belua’s first slash with the Heavenly Sword, a faint smile crossing his face.

“Not bad at all.”

Belua’s blade carried the essence of phantom swordplay—a technique that weaves illusion into steel. Though it appeared to fall toward his chest, her true strike had been aimed at his waist.

“Once more!”

Undeterred by the blocked attack, Belua rushed forward again, this time targeting Raon’s neck. The momentum blooming from her sword technique transformed into phantom form, spreading like the wings of a bird.

Crash!

Raon blocked not her neck strike but her shoulder, neutralizing Belua’s phantom technique.

“Were you holding back your true strength?”

In this latest strike, Belua’s blade contained not only phantom illusion but transformation within it—an ordinary swordsman would have had their shoulder severed without even sensing the danger.

“For a kid, you’re quite impressive.”

Martha let out an exclamation of admiration toward Belua.

“Wow, at that age I was just struggling to hide my abilities….”

Dorian’s mouth fell open in astonishment at Belua’s talent.

“Here comes my final strike!”

Belua stomped heavily and unleashed her blade. Her sword flew with ferocity, and the momentum woven into it transformed into the forms of multiple beasts.

Kuguguguguuu!

The sword-forged animals moved with distinct patterns, piercing toward every vital point across my body. Their mastery was crude, yet they carried the subtleties of Illusory Sword and Transforming Sword, layered with the mysteries of Severing Sword and Stillness Sword.

“Haaaah!”

Belua poured everything into the assault, cold sweat beading on her brow, yet her sword hand remained steady as stone.

‘The combination is quite refined.’

I watched as Illusory Sword and Transforming Sword harmonized with Severing Sword and Stillness Sword, flowing together as smoothly as a river merging into the sea. I savored the sight with satisfaction.

‘Exceptional swordsmanship.’

Belua’s skill was still underdeveloped—she couldn’t unleash the full potential of True Illusory Sword. But if she properly elevated her mastery, this entire area would be consumed by the phantom sword strikes she conjured.

Hwaaaaaaack!

I drew the Heavenly Sword diagonally downward. A brilliant cascade of sword light shattered every phantom Belua had created. The sacred flames seemed to erase all traces of her energy.

“Ah.”

Belua released a low gasp and retreated.

“Let me show you how that swordsmanship should truly unfold.”

I extended the Heavenly Sword gently forward.
Countless butterflies rose from the blade, which glowed a deep crimson.
The butterflies, wreathed in scarlet radiance, fluttered with varied wing patterns, circling around Belua before slowly ascending into the void.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The butterflies slowly converged toward one another, transforming into a colossal inferno that gradually subsided.

“Ah….”

Belua’s eyes reddened with emotion as she released her grip on the sword, overwhelmed by the sight.

“This is the perfected form of True Illusory Sword….”

She spoke of how beautiful it was, her trembling hand grasping the sword once more.

“Truth be told, it’s not so much a perfected form as it is my own interpretation of it.”

Raon chuckled and shook his head.

“The combination of swordsmanship is quite solid, after all.”

The Jinsangwhan Sword was similar yet distinct from Hwaryeong, the swordsmanship he frequently employed from Manhwagong.
If he applied the advantages he’d gleaned from studying the Jinangwhan Sword to Hwaryeong, he believed he could elevate his own swordsmanship further.

“Th-thank you so much.”

Belua bowed, saying that thanks to Raon, her eyes had been opened.

“You have the potential to advance further. Perhaps….”

Raon was about to offer Belua additional counsel when he closed his mouth.

‘She might become the next Master of Mugeomgak.’

Belua’s talent and perception seemed superior to that of the Mugeomgak swordmaster he’d encountered at the Divine Sovereign Festival previously.
If she continued to grow at this rate, she truly could become the strongest existence within Mugeomgak.

“Wait, isn’t that the Jinangwhan Sword?”
“The Sword Master knew of the Jinangwhan Sword?”
“Ah, no. At first, he clearly didn’t recognize it.”
“So he watched it once and replicated it? And in perfected form at that?”
“This is insane. Is that why he earned the epithet ‘Sword Master’?”

The swordmasters of Mugeomgak widened their eyes in astonishment at Raon’s talent.

-They’re really going to forfeit this time.

Wrath clicked his tongue, observing the resignation in the eyes of the Mugeomgak swordmasters.

-You should’ve held back. What’s the point of flaunting all that ridiculous talent like that?

He waved his hand, muttering that the fool had made a foolish mistake.

‘That’s not it, is it?’

I gestured toward the Mugeomgak swordsmen with a smile.

“Next time, please try to replicate my swordsmanship!”
“I’m willing to die for this! Show me the future of my swordsmanship!”
“Master of the Sword! No, Sword Saint! Let me go first!”

Rather than conceding defeat, the Mugeomgak swordsmen threw themselves forward with even greater fervor, clamoring for instruction in swordsmanship.

-This… this is absurd.

Wrath shook his head in disbelief.

‘I’ve already grasped what kind of people they are.’

The Mugeomgak swordsmen, like those of the Holy Sword Association, are the type who would sacrifice their very lives for the advancement of the swordsmanship they’ve learned.
Having witnessed the evolved form of the techniques they were cultivating, they couldn’t help but develop profound interest and goodwill.

‘Which means it benefits me as well.’

If the swordsmen had conceded or merely swung their blades half-heartedly, it would have been worthless. But when they fought with the same resolve as Belua, risking their lives with every technique, even a significant gap in realm could be bridged with genuine benefit.
Indeed, after my bout with Belua, I felt a subtle improvement in Blade Shift and Blade Return, and my Fire Breath technique had noticeably extended.

“Next!”

I called for the next opponent, my chest swelling with anticipation, but no one stepped forward.

“Um…”

Dorian approached me cautiously and lowered his voice.

“This isn’t a training session at the 5th Training Ground—it’s a designated match, so you need to come down now.”

He waved his hand urgently, signaling me to descend.

-Puhehehehe!

Wrath clutched his belly, laughing as if the situation was hilarious.

—Look at that stance! Quite the sight, isn’t it!
‘….’

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“Haah!”

Dorian, though still bearing a middle-aged visage with white whiskers streaking his beard, exhaled roughly as he evaded the swordsman’s blade.

‘Why is this so complicated!’

The Elder of Mugeomgak’s swordsmanship proved far more intricate than anticipated. Even reading his intentions through the Heavenly Eye, dodging or blocking remained extraordinarily difficult.

‘Does he truly possess over a hundred sword techniques?’

The swordsmen of Mugeomgak devoted their entire lives to perfecting a single technique. The Elder should have been no different, yet inexplicably, each time he unsheathed his blade, the form changed.

“You evade well.”

The Elder of Mugeomgak smiled as though impressed by Dorian’s prowess, then unleashed yet another fresh technique to intensify the assault.

Clang!

Dorian deflected the Elder’s blade, his brow furrowing deeply.

‘It changed again.’

Once more, the Elder of Mugeomgak employed a fresh technique, this time targeting Dorian’s throat. The swordsmanship grew increasingly labyrinthine, his hands spinning to the point of vertigo.

“Regrettably, it seems you’ve reached your limit.”

The Elder of Mugeomgak lowered his chin as he unveiled another technique.

“Indeed, withstanding a Water Sword whose techniques multiply with each exchange would be impossible.”

He nodded, acknowledging that exhaustion was only natural.

“The Adaptive Sword?”

Dorian furrowed his brow as he looked at the Elder of Mugeomgak.

“The Adaptive Sword is a swordsmanship that reaches completion through combat with an opponent. It draws a path of perfect suppression by gradually increasing techniques one by one.”

The Elder of Mugeomgak shook his head, explaining that because of this, the swordsmanship became increasingly complex, with no two techniques ever being identical.

“It ends now.”

He lowered his eyebrows as if demanding surrender, extending his sword in a newly formed technique.

Zzzzzing!

Dorian drew a deep breath as he watched the Elder of Mugeomgak’s blade bend at an bizarre angle as it descended toward him.

‘Now that I understand what this sword is, I can see how to break through it. However….’

With my current strength, I don’t think I can pierce through it.

Evading the Elder of Mugeomgak’s blade had consumed most of my stamina. Even though I could now see the opening to break through, I didn’t think I could reach it.

‘I’ve endured quite well at this point. Now I should surrender….’

Just as I was about to give up, thinking I had fought reasonably well against the Elder of Mugeomgak, my eyes met Raon’s. He nodded at me with a solemn gaze, as if telling me to see this through to the end.

‘That’s right.’

I am the one who received power from the Demon Lords because of that damned man!

Boom!

Dorian clenched his teeth and drove his full force into the ground. In that instant, his body and blade moved far faster than he had anticipated.

‘Why, why is it this fast!’

No, it wasn’t just speed. My blade was pushing back the Elder of Mugeomgak’s sword—strengthened through countless techniques—with sheer force.

Clang!

The Elder of Mugeomgak staggered backward, startled by my sudden counterattack, and his sword clattered to the ground.

“This… this can’t be…”

He reached for his blade that had fallen below the Sparring Arena, but Dorian’s sword was faster.

“I… I yield.”

Dorian held his sword to the Elder of Mugeomgak’s throat, breathing heavily.

“You’ve been hiding your true strength all this time. I’ve lost.”

The Elder of Mugeomgak raised both hands, remarking that I possessed truly remarkable patience.

“Incredible!”
“He’s truly the Sword King’s subordinate!”
“To defeat the Elder!”
“I thought he was just a stammerer, but his swordsmanship is genuine!”

The Mugeomgak swordsmen applauded Dorian in admiration.

Yet Dorian had no time to acknowledge the crowd.

“Really…”

I gazed at Gluttony’s bracelet encircling my wrist and exhaled softly.

‘Did this bracelet make me stronger?’

Moments ago, I had been exhausted, my strength and speed insufficient. But when I resolved to overcome my limits and charged forward, a power far greater than my peak surged through me, allowing me to defeat the Elder of Mugeomgak. That overwhelming force undoubtedly came from this Demon Lord’s bracelet.
But when he charged forward thinking he would overcome his limits, a stronger power surged up than when he was at full strength, allowing him to overcome the Elder of Mugeomgak. That power was clearly from the bracelet given by this Demon Lord.

“If I focus on supplies like I’ve been doing, I can get stronger beyond just training, right?”

If what Gluttony and Raon said was true, it meant he could become much stronger than he is now.

“Great! Let’s go with this.”

Dorian was clenching his fist, vowing to continue winning, when I appeared before him.

A soft breath escaped my lips.

I stood across from Dorian and nodded at him.

“Did you come to praise me? Only you would do such a thing, Raon….”
“No.”

I shook my head as I looked at Dorian.

“What? Then why….”

Dorian tilted his head in confusion.

“Your next opponent is me.”

I smiled faintly, remarking that I had been waiting for quite some time.

“While you were fighting for thirty minutes, I finished long ago and have been waiting.”
“Ah….”

Dorian’s jaw trembled as he saw the cold glint in my eyes.

“I’ll give you ten minutes to rest.”
“Wait, just a moment! I concede….”

As he tried to speak the words of surrender, I vanished like a phantom and reappeared, sealing his mouth shut.

“A swordsman of Gwangpung Hall does not concede.”

I pushed aside the cold blade of the Heavenly Sword and aimed it at Dorian’s throat.

“Ugh….”

Tears welled up in Dorian’s eyes—tears he had never shed even when pursued by the Elder of Mugeomgak.

“You embarrassed me earlier, didn’t you?”

I remembered everything, Raon said, smacking his lips with satisfaction.

“Ah, no, it wasn’t your turn, Raon…”

Dorian shook his head, protesting his innocence.

“I understand. Let’s do our best.”

Raon drew a cold smile across his face, his expression utterly incomprehensible.

-Sigh, this guy’s truly insane.

Wrath shook his head in disbelief, equally exasperated.

“Ugh.”

Dorian cried out for mercy, but his voice remained trapped within his soul, unable to escape.

“Time’s up. Ten minutes.”

The moment ten minutes elapsed, I brought the Heavenly Sword down ferociously, and Dorian screamed, fleeing from the Sparring Arena.

“I don’t want to get stronger! I’ll just stay as I am!”

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Thud.

After flicking my sword repeatedly against the unconscious Dorian’s forehead in a series of sharp taps, I ascended to the central Sparring Arena.

“It seems there was no manipulation in the bracket.”

I curled my lips as I watched the person ascending from the opposite side.

“Since we’re facing each other in the quarterfinals.”

I rotated my wrist as I watched Bridget standing confidently before her disciples.

“The Divine Sword Tournament is a competition, but it’s also a festival. We can’t manipulate an event like this.”

Bridget shrugged as if it were obvious.

“A duel between the Lord and the Sword Master in the quarterfinals….”
“It’s too soon. But I want to see it now!”
“Who will win?”
“Obviously the Lord!”
“No, even if the arm bends inward, this one belongs to the Sword Master.”

The Mugeomgak swordsmen gazed at Raon and Bridget with eyes full of anticipation.

“Then let’s begin.”

I drew the Heavenly Sword and lowered my upper body forward like a wolf.

“There’s no need to hold back as a senior.”

I raised the silver blade, speaking of fighting fairly and squarely without concession.

“Of course.”

Bridget drew her sword and lifted her chin. Her gaze turned cold and sharp.

“I’ll show you what my sister and I have been doing all this time.”

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