The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1154

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Chapter 1154

“A sparring match…?”

I repeated Glen’s words and swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.

“Until death?”

I had anticipated that Glen might propose a sparring match, but I hadn’t expected the condition of fighting until death. A hollow laugh escaped me despite myself.

“A sparring match, then….”

Burren nodded calmly, as if he too had been considering a sparring match.

“Of course! We need to see your skills first!”

Martha clenched her fists with anticipation, licking her lips as if relishing the prospect.

“Right…. Training always begins with sparring….”

Lunan nodded drowsily before slowly rotating his shoulders, his eyes half-open.

“Again, another sparring match? No matter where we go, it’s always sparring….”

Dorian’s hand trembled on his sword hilt as fear already gripped him.

“We haven’t even started yet—stop being afraid!”

Crain struck Dorian’s back to snap him out of it.

“This should be interesting.”

Mark Goeten clenched his fists tightly, clearly eager for a sparring match with these new opponents.

“Hm?”

I tilted my head, surprised by how calmly the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen were reacting.

“Why are you all so calm? Didn’t you hear me say ‘until death’?”

I reminded the Gwangpung swordsmen that this wasn’t a typical sparring match and told them to sharpen their focus.

“What…?”
“Are you insane?”
“…Raon?”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan blinked as if they couldn’t comprehend what I was saying.

“Y-Young Master? Do you really mean that?”
“This guy is seriously…”
“Huh?”

Dorian’s mouth fell open in confusion, Crain clenched his teeth as if he’d been insulted, and even Mark Goeten tilted his head in bewilderment.

-You truly are mad, you fool.

Wrath let out a hollow laugh, exasperated.

-You’ve been making those bastards spar until death every single day!

He tilted his head as if asking whether I’d really forgotten.

-You beat them when you were bored, beat them when they were weak, beat them when the food tasted bad—and now what?

Wrath shook his fist, reminding me of everything he’d done.

‘Ah…’

I let out a low sigh as I looked at Wrath’s distorted expression and the faces of the other swordsmen. Hearing their reactions and Wrath’s words, I finally understood why they were reacting this way.

“Mm.”

I quietly averted my gaze and observed the other swordsmen.

“A, a sparring match?”
“How much strength should I use if we’re fighting until death?”
“It means fight as if you’re willing to die. This won’t be easy.”
“You’re coming in strong from the first day.”

Unlike the Gwangpung swordsmen, the other swordsmen seemed worried about the sparring match. They repeatedly gripped and released their swords, their furrowed brows unable to hide their tension, and their pupils trembled visibly.

‘That’s right….’

Raon observed everyone’s reactions and nodded.

‘Only our people are strange.’

Unlike them, the Gwangpung swordsmen weren’t tense at all—they were actually angry at me. It meant the training they’d experienced so far was fundamentally different.

“….”
“It’s been a while since I’ve faced another transcendent!”

Karun said nothing, his arms crossed, while Aris laughed with amusement and began warming up her body.

“Who should I spar with? They all seem fun!”
“Calm your mind.”

The Sword Emperor stamped his feet excitedly, and the War King pressed down on the Sword Emperor’s shoulder. The only ones in the Training Ground who weren’t tense were the Gwangpung swordsmen and the four transcendents.

“Hmm.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head slightly as he observed the swordsmen’s reactions gathered in the Training Ground.

“In their current state, whether we have them spar or simply observe, it will be meaningless.”

He clicked his tongue briefly, noting that the swordsmen seemed far too tense.

“Room of Self.”

Glen Zigheart called him not by the name Raon, but by his title, Room of Self.

“Have those who will demonstrate sparring called forth first.”

He tilted his chin, asking me to select someone to conduct a light sparring match so the swordsmen could ease their tension.

“Yes.”

I nodded and immediately turned to look at the right side where the Gwangpung swordsmen had gathered.

“Mm.”
“Hmph!”
“Sigh….”

Burren looked at me calmly, Martha puffed out her chest as if asking to be chosen, and Lunan yawned as if uninterested.

“Hm….”
“….”

Dorian subtly avoided my gaze, while Crain hid behind Dorian’s back and held his breath.

“Crain.”

I called out Crain’s name first, just as I did during training at the 5th Training Ground.

“And Dorian, come forward.”

I gestured for both of them to come forward, calling even Dorian, who could be considered Crain’s rival.

“Noooooo!”

Crain screamed, clutching his head.

“If you were going to do this anyway, why did you pretend not to notice!”

He gritted his teeth, resenting me.

“W-why me….”

Dorian came forward, too frightened to protest, only chewing his lips nervously.

“Damn it!”
“Ugh….”

Crain gritted his teeth, and Dorian exhaled a sigh of genuine displeasure.
Both men displayed their anger toward Raon far more intensely than any fighting spirit for the match.

“Let’s start with a light sparring session.”

Following Glen’s suggestion, I instructed the two to spar and stepped back to ease the tension among the others.

Boom!

The moment the match began, Crain and Dorian simultaneously advanced with their footwork, thrusting their blades toward each other’s vital points.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two wielded their swords as if they’d never disliked or feared anything, their eyes burning with fierce determination.

Screech! Screech! Screech!

The two aura-wrapped blades collided in rapid succession, carving thin yet deep sword marks in neat rows across the training ground floor.

“This time, let me win!”
“No way! If I lose, I’ll get beaten!”

Crain and Dorian seemed to have completely forgotten my instruction for a light sparring session, unleashing eerie sword strikes as if facing mortal enemies, each seeking an opening to exploit the other’s weakness.

“W-what is this?”
“Wasn’t this supposed to be light sparring…?”
“Besides, those two are best friends.”
“Why are they fighting like they’re sworn enemies?”
“I didn’t know Dorian and Crain were this strong….”

The swordsmen gathered at the training ground swallowed hard as they watched Crain and Dorian fight as if trying to kill each other.

“We want to fight like this too!”
“If we don’t fight this way, we’ll get beaten to death by the Master!”

Crain and Dorian shook their heads vigorously, as if insisting they hadn’t chosen to become this way.
Yet even as they protested, their blades extended sharply, targeting the opponent’s vital points.

“Kahahaha! That’s right! That’s how sparring should be!”

Valde, the master of Jinmu Hall, clapped his hands while sitting on the ground with his rear end planted firmly, saying he’d gotten quite the show.

“Now I understand why Gwangpung is so strong. If they sparred like that every day, they’d have no choice but to grow stronger, whether they liked it or not.”

Serena, the master of Gonggeom Unit, murmured that it was a posture worth learning and focused intently on the sparring between Crain and Dorian.

“….”

Karun also watched the match silently with his arms crossed, clearly impressed.

Clang!

Dorian read Crain’s sword technique with his keen eye, then thrust his blade into the opening left by Crain’s weakened momentum.

“Damn it!”

Crain tried to counterattack however he could, but Dorian’s sword extended forward with speed and precision that belied his nature.

Boom!

In the end, Crain took the flat of Dorian’s blade square in the chest and collapsed onto the Training Ground floor.

“Damn it….”

Crain lifted his head, biting his lip until it bled. His expression showed more displeasure at losing to Dorian than at the pain in his chest.

“You… you did well.”

Dorian, hardly looking like a victor, extended his hand to Crain while sweat dripped from his body.

“Heh, you won this time.”

Crain chuckled lightly and grasped Dorian’s hand, pulling himself up.

“I… I was just lucky. I read your thoughts well today.”

Dorian, now that the match was over, seemed in good spirits and offered a faint smile.

“Mm!”

Crain and Dorian were clasping hands with smiles when Raon stepped forward to meet them.

“Excuse me, Master of Gwangpung Hall!”
“How was it?”

Dorian and Crain regarded Raon with eyes brimming with anticipation.

“Still insufficient. You both failed to concentrate fully on the fight. Crain, you lacked sharpness, and Dorian, your analysis was sluggish. You each had over ten opportunities to defeat the other.”

Raon clicked his tongue sharply, offering not a single word of praise.

“Step back.”
“Ugh….”
“Yes….”

Crain and Dorian retreated backward with their lips pouting, as if they had nothing to say.

“Ah, since you two need to face each other properly again, prepare for a second match.”

Raon tilted his chin, indicating this was far from over.

“Damn it! That inhuman monster!”
“H-hold on!”

Crain ground his teeth and lunged toward Raon, but Dorian seized his shoulder and dragged him backward.

“…Now I truly understand why Gwangpung Hall is so formidable.”

Serena swallowed dryly, feeling once more the strength of Gwangpung Hall through the unfolding scene.

“Then let us begin again. Master of Gwangpung Hall.”

Glen nodded, saying he would start sparring with the Transcendent as planned from the beginning.

“Yes.”

Raon understood Glen’s intention and stepped forward, addressing him as the Head of House.

“The opponent is….”

Glen examined the faces of the transcendents one by one, searching for Raon’s opponent.

“Hmm!”
“Dad! Me! Me! Me!”

Karun uncrossed his arms and lifted his chin, eager to fight, while Aris called out to Glen as “Dad,” pleading to be chosen.

“Me too!”
“If given the chance….”

The Sword Emperor and War King also wanted to face Raon, each placing a hand on their sword and blade respectively.
The two of them radiated intense auras, unwilling to miss a formal opportunity to fight.

“Hmm….”

Glen’s gaze slowly swept across the group before stopping at one person. He raised his finger and called out Raon’s opponent.

“Sword Emperor Sieran. Come forward.”

Since Glen was giving instruction, he called her by her name, Sieran, rather than by her title as Sword Emperor.

“Yes, sir!”

The Sword Emperor seemed even more satisfied by that, smiling as she stepped forward before Raon.

“I’ve been curious about how much stronger my lord has become, and now we finally get to test it.”

She rotated her wrists with a subtle smile.

“I’m afraid I’ll disappoint those expectations.”

Raon exhaled sharply and shook his head.

“I don’t think that will happen. The aura I’m sensing right now….”

The Sword Emperor licked her lips, her anticipation genuine.

“It’s not inferior to mine at all!”

She drew the Crimson Fang Sword with a flash of white teeth.

“I’ll do my best to meet your expectations.”

Raon drew the Heavenly Sword with a smile that mirrored the Sword Emperor’s own.

“Everyone, relax your guard and focus on the battle between these two.”

Glen Zigheart erected a barrier of aura surrounding Raon and the Sword Emperor, then gestured with his chin to the other swordsmen.

“Observation is also an important form of training.”

He waved his hand as if to say they could begin whenever they were ready, then stepped back.

“I’ll go first!”

The moment Glen withdrew, the Sword Emperor launched forward as if she had been waiting for this very moment, her feet tearing into the ground. There was no courtesy or hesitation between senior and junior.

“Bring it on.”

Rather than retreating from the Sword Emperor’s fierce charge, Raon advanced to meet her.

CLANG!

The Heavenly Sword and the Crimson Fang clashed, sending a shockwave that shook the heavens.

ZZZZZT!

Neither Raon nor the Sword Emperor yielded an inch, their blades pushing against each other at a distance where they could feel each other’s breath, their bodies and spirits locked in a test of strength.

“As expected of the Northern Destruction King’s barrier. I can use my full power then?”

The Sword Emperor nodded in satisfaction, impressed that Glen’s barrier had easily withstood the shockwave from their clashing blades.

“Is that alright?”

She raised her chin as if to say they should do this properly.

“As I said, you’re free to do whatever you wish.”

Raon drew a subtle smile, indicating he would accept everything.

“Now that’s refreshing!”

The Sword Emperor’s blade rotated roughly, cutting through the flames of Manhwa Palace and surging forward. The fierce momentum laid bare the raw martial prowess of the Red Blade.

Clang!

Though I knew the Sword Emperor’s strengths lay in destructive power and charging force, I neither dodged nor deflected her blade. Instead, I met her with equal force and speed, unfolding the Gwangpung Sword.

Crash!

The Sword Emperor’s swordsmanship, like the Gwang-a Sword, seemed to rely on sensation, but it cut into Raon’s spacing even more fiercely and intensely.

Whoosh!

Blades wreathed in flame clashed countless times, and in the center of the Training Ground, a shape like a comet’s tail stretched endlessly.

Sizzle!

Watching the Sword Emperor’s blade devour the flames of Manhwa Palace, I curled my lips upward.

‘Remarkable.’

The Sword Emperor’s swordsmanship was modeled after the martial arts of the first Patriarch of Zigheart, Manhwa Palace. What had been merely an imitation had reached its own unique realm after a thousand years—it was truly moving.

“Why does a young person lack so much vigor!”

The Sword Emperor summoned deeper flames, devouring the fire of Manhwa Palace and sealing off even the space for retreat. Flames erupted from all directions, forming a cage-like shape.

“In this kind of fight, you still cannot defeat me!”

The Sword Emperor raised her chin, declaring herself supreme in aggressive swordsmanship that prioritized power and speed. She gripped her blade with both hands and swung it down like an axe, executing the Red Flame Thrust—one of the ultimate techniques with amplified destructive force.
She gripped the sword with both hands and swung it down like an axe. It was the Red Flame Spear Technique, amplified with even greater power during this critical moment.

“That would have been the case before. But…”

As Raon twisted the Heavenly Sword, flames blooming from the blade flickered in golden light, splitting through the Sword Emperor’s inferno.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

The Sword Emperor’s martial art, supreme in charging force and destructive power, failed to pierce through the Manhwagong’s flames and began to be pushed back instead.

“Things are different now.”

I planted my left knee forward and unfurled the Spear Palace Sword.
When I first met the Sword Emperor, I would have needed to evade the Red Flame Spear technique, but now I had the confidence to break through with pure force.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

The cutting technique of the Spear Palace Sword, which held the golden sky within it, split the Sword Emperor’s magnificent sword strike in half.

“Insane!”

The Sword Emperor let out a hollow laugh as if dumbfounded, then unfurled her second technique, Wave Breaking Flame Palace. Ten streams of flames erupted around her, raining down upon my entire body.

Screech!

Propelled forward as if by momentum, I extended my blade without hesitation.
The sword strike of Heavenly Thunder Strike, infused with explosive force through acceleration, wrapped in crimson lightning, literally erased the Sword Emperor’s Wave Breaking Flame Palace.

“Yes! This is how a fight should be!”

The Sword Emperor’s eyebrows twitched as if momentarily flustered, but she showed no intention of retreating. Rather, she burst forth with aura and will, as if determined to end this here and now, unleashing her sword strike.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

Her final technique, Red Wave Severance. She unfolded her blade with such desperation, as if locked in a life-or-death struggle against a mortal enemy.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

Terrifying flames erupted along the sword path the Sword Emperor unleashed. Sky and earth—no, everything visible seemed enveloped in her flames. Literally a red wave. A mountain of crimson fire surged forward.

“Indeed. A fight is only worthwhile when it’s like this.”

I too made no attempt to hide my excitement as I raised the Heavenly Sword and drew the Wheel Sword. Before the wave of flames that covered heaven and earth, the two blades each radiated different light and will.

Roar!

The Heavenly Sword blazed with celestial fire, while the Mok Ryun Sword erupted with frost lightning. A blade that cleaves the heavens and summons thunder—the pinnacle technique of Heavenly Palace Thunder Blade extended like the prow of a ship breaking through waves.

KUUUUUAAAAAAA!

Raon and the Sword Emperor felt the tremendous power dwelling in each other’s blades, yet neither retreated a single step as they drove their swords forward with everything they had. Heavenly Palace Thunder Blade and Red Wave Severing Sword collided head-on, unleashing a colossal shockwave that shook not just the Training Ground, but the entire Patriarch’s Hall.

“UUUAAAHHHHH!”
“W-what is this?!”
“This is a sparring match? It’s just a war!”
“B-both of them are insane….”

The swordsmen trembled, their jaws quivering as they stared at the center of the Training Ground, where a terrifying aura of sword energy rippled outward—clearly never having imagined a sparring match of this caliber.

“Is it over.”

Glen opened his hand, and the sword barrier he had created vanished. The smoke and sparks rising from the collision of transcendent sword strikes gradually settled.

Whoooooosh!

Raon and the Sword Emperor stood frozen like statues, their blades pointed at each other’s necks and chests.

“You’re impressive. If you had revealed what you were hiding, I would have simply conceded.”

The Sword Emperor let out a hollow laugh, genuinely astonished by Raon’s growth.

“You were also hiding a technique, Sword Emperor.”

Raon lowered the Heavenly Sword and Mok Ryun Sword, nodding in agreement. Both men seemed invigorated by their unrestricted sparring, their laughter refreshing and genuine.

“Did you see that.”

Glen, satisfied with the sparring between Raon and the Sword Emperor, curved his lips into a thin smile.

“This is how you should fight.”

He calmly gestured with his chin, instructing them to fight like Raon and the Sword Emperor from now on.

“…”

The moment Glen Zigheart finished speaking, the swordsmen’s expressions synchronized in perfect unison, transforming identically.

‘What…’
‘How is that possible?’
‘That task?’
‘I’d rather you kill me…’

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