The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 154

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Chapter 154

“What kind of nonsense is that!”

Urek pushed the vase aside with a frown. He couldn’t understand what Lef was talking about—suddenly showing up and spouting something about a Destruction King.

“That damned bastard is destroying everything in the Training Ground! Everything he touches just breaks!”

Lef slammed his fist on the desk with force.

“Since everything shatters the moment he touches it, there’s no other way to describe that monster than the Destruction King!”
“Calm down!”

Urek cradled the vase he’d set beside him and pushed Lef back.

“Breaking a few training ground items isn’t a big deal. Why would a few broken training swords or practice robes warrant coming all the way here?”
“Why would I come here just because a few training swords snapped!”

Lef struck his chest repeatedly in frustration.

“That madman destroyed three Cerulean Stone shackles and completely wrecked all eight of the Eight-Sword Dummies!”
“What?”

Urek dropped the vase he’d been holding and shot to his feet. He didn’t even glance at the shattered vase, his eyes blazing.

“W-wait, what did you just say? Three Cerulean Stone shackles and all the Eight-Sword Dummies?”
“Yes! All of them are destroyed!”
“How could those break? You didn’t put the shackles on him, did you?”
“N-no, we did put them on. But whether it’s raw strength or technique, he just destroyed everything. That’s why I’m calling him the Destruction King!”
“This is insane….”

A pair of Cerulean Stone shackles cost one hundred gold coins, and each Eight-Sword Dummy was worth over two hundred gold coins. They were equipment that devoured money like a ghost, but they were equally durable. He couldn’t believe such items had been destroyed.

“So… nineteen hundred gold coins just vanished?”

Urek’s eyes glazed over like a rotten egg.

“That’s not even all of it….”
“L-let’s go. I can’t believe it until I see it with my own eyes!”

His jaw trembled as he headed toward the Training Ground. Lef followed behind him, bewildered and uncertain.

“Ah….”

The moment Urek arrived at the Training Ground, his heart sank. The eight-sword dummy installed on the right side of the Training Ground was utterly demolished, and atop the platform lay azure-stone shackles that emitted blue light, scattered like dried autumn leaves.

But that wasn’t everything Lef had mentioned.

“The balance rod is split too!”

The balance rod—a sword training tool that used water droplets to indicate imbalances in sword technique—lay splintered like twigs. That single piece of equipment was worth over five hundred gold coins, a money-devouring beast of a tool.

“Why are all these people lying down!”

Central Intelligence Agency swordsmen were sprawled across the Training Ground floor like defeated soldiers. From their condition, they appeared to be unconscious from their injuries.

“What in the world happened here!”
“Sir, Raon did all of this.”
“You didn’t mention any of this before!”
“You rushed out before I could explain. Let me tell you what happened during training….”

Lef explained everything that had transpired.

“Ugh!”

Urek’s face drained of all color. As the overseer, he was like the master of the household—responsible for managing both finances and personnel. Every broken item and injured person here fell squarely on his shoulders.

“Where is that bastard right now! I need to find him immediately… Huh!”

As he trembled with clenched fists, searching for Raon, the sound of metal bending echoed through the air.

“W-what!”

Looking toward the source of the sound, a tall blonde man was popping a green sphere like a balloon.

“No! A four-hundred-gold-coin balance ball!”

That sphere is an exceptionally rare training equipment that helps balance the body. It’s infused with the mana of a high-ranking mage and difficult to obtain even with money, yet it’s been completely crushed.

But that madman showed no signs of stopping.

Crunch!

When Raon placed his hand on the large shield beside the balance ball, it tore apart like soft beef jerky.

“Ahhh! A 500 gold coin shield!”

That shield was a special product capable of blocking sword energy and even sword strikes when infused with aura. The item purchased for sword energy training shattered like a biscuit in that monster’s grip.

Raon, still unsatisfied, trudged along searching for his next victim.

“Grab that bastard! Seize him right now!”

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As Raon continued to openly destroy equipment under the guise of touring the Training Ground, screams erupted from behind. It was the training instructor Lef and a large, middle-aged man.

‘That’s Overseer Urek.’

The man from the Central Intelligence Agency personnel list Judith had provided. Urek, who managed the Central Intelligence Agency’s affairs, came rushing here with Lef.

“You! What are you doing! Why are you destroying everything!”

Urek let out a cry of anguish upon seeing the shield on the ground.

“Do you have any idea how much this costs! Today alone, what you’ve destroyed exceeds 3000 gold coins!”
“I was merely touching things slightly as instructed to tour the Training Ground.”
“Who told you!”
“The person behind you.”

Raon pointed to Lef standing behind Urek.

“Ugh!”
“I-I’m so sorry! But you clearly told me to stop just now!”
“Shut it!”

Urek’s expression twisted with murderous intent, while Lef hung his head low.

“Regardless of whether I told you to watch, you’ve caused significant damage to the Central Intelligence Agency’s property. You’ll need to compensate for it….”
“Just a moment, please.”

Urek’s words came out exactly as expected. I raised my hand calmly, my gaze steady.

“Before that, I’d like to ask you a few questions. The Central Intelligence Agency is the military force representing Zigheart, correct?”
“Of course! The Central Intelligence Agency, which possesses the Jeonmadae and Jeonroedan, is the strongest!”
“Surely such a powerful organization wouldn’t use cheap equipment, would it?”
“Of course not! There’s not a single cheap item in this Training Ground! Everything here is top-grade.”
“And lastly, do I appear to have great strength?”
“Strength? What strength could someone with barely any muscle definition possibly have!”

Urek was too angry at me to say anything pleasant.

“Then you’ve been scammed.”
“S-scammed?”
“What are you talking about!”

Both Urek and Lef’s eyes widened at the word “scammed.”

“These items only look expensive. Their durability is abysmal.”

I tossed the transparent shield I’d been holding onto the ground with a bitter expression.

“Surely the equipment used by the Central Intelligence Agency, one of Zigheart’s strongest organizations, wouldn’t be cheap enough for someone like me—who just became a Swordmaster—to break. As you said, I have thin arms compared to other Swordmasters, no real strength, and my aura is blocked.”

I lifted my arm to show the azure stone shackles binding my wrist.

“Burren. You saw that I haven’t removed these, right?”
“Huh? Oh, y-yes, that’s right.”

Burren answered honestly despite being suddenly called upon. His expression seemed to say, “Here this madman goes again.”

“Look, I didn’t even use aura. How could I possibly destroy such sturdy equipment? You’ve all been deceived. Since I’ve informed you of this deception, shouldn’t you actually be thanking me instead?”
“I… uh…”
“Wh… what?”

Urek and Lef’s jaws dropped. They hadn’t imagined such a response would come, and their eyes went completely blank.

“Wait, no! That’s not what I meant…!”
“I was a bit hurt by the suspicion, but it’s fine. Since it’s my first day, I’ll let it slide.”

I waved my hand lightly and stepped back. Urek and Lef stood frozen in place like wooden statues.

-That’s sophistry! You destroyed all of that with your own strength!
‘True. They’ll realize it’s nonsense soon enough.’

I chuckled and nodded to myself.

‘But they have their pride too, so they won’t ask me to pay again.’
-Did you plan this from the start?
‘Judith informed me about their personalities as well.’

Before coming here, I’d received documents from Judith detailing the personalities and preferences of the executives.

Commander Urek was the type who valued his pride more than money. Since he’d already backed down once in front of the other inspectors, he wouldn’t bring up compensation again.

“Tch, what are you all doing! Clean up all the broken equipment!”
“Y-yes, sir!”

At Urek’s command, the inspectors who had been standing in a daze began clearing away the shattered equipment.

“Hmm.”

I sat down on the stand with a subtle smile.

‘I think I broke more than half of them.’

There were still many devices remaining, but I’d destroyed most of the expensive-looking ones, so the losses would be substantial. I found myself laughing at the thought of what expression Karun would make later.

“So that was the goal.”

Burren sat down beside me with a slight chuckle.

“Did you come here to destroy the Central Intelligence Agency’s equipment?”

He saw through everything, yet he showed no excitement—only a slight frown.

“That’s not why I came.”
“So you have another objective. Well, it wouldn’t make sense for you to come just to break things.”

Burren nodded as if he’d expected as much.

“Still, don’t destroy too much. Be reasonable about it. It could be dangerous.”
“Are you worried about me?”
“W-worried? I’m just saying that because you might break the equipment I use!”

His face flushed red as he waved his hand dismissively.

“You’re not stopping me entirely, then.”
“I know who started this. It’s hard to stop you. Besides, you wouldn’t listen even if I tried.”

Burren lowered his brows and smacked his lips.

“By the way, were you always this strong?”
“The equipment is just cheap.”
“I see.”

Burren smiled faintly and stood up.

“I’ll have to work myself to the bone to catch up with you.”

With those words, Burren walked toward where the other swordsmen were gathered.

-Is that really the same eyes I knew?

Wrath narrowed his gaze in incomprehension.

-It’s rare for a human to change this much.
‘I know. I find it strange too.’

Burren had become relaxed, as if his previous sharp temperament had been a lie. Of course, he still grew irritated with Lunan and Martha, but the man seemed to have changed.
However, his determination to catch up with me remained unwavering.

-By the way, what’s your current strength level?
‘Strength?’

I smacked my lips and summoned my status window for the first time in a long while.

【Status Window】
Name: Raon Zigheart.
Title: 【The One Who Mocks Kings】.
Condition: Curse of Extreme Cold (Four Strands).
Traits: Wrath, Sloth, Ring of Fire (5-Star), Water Resistance (5-Star), Mythical Sense (3-Star), Ten Thousand Techniques (4-Star), Glacia (4-Star), Fire Resistance (3-Star), Bleeding Curse (1-Star), Ambush (2-Star), Indomitable Will (2-Star), Demonic Adaptation (1-Star), Concentration (1-Star).

Strength: 129
Agility: 125.
Stamina: 124
Energy: 128.
Perception: 144.
【Wrath: 25.】

‘Incredible.’

A gasp escaped my lips the moment I saw it. A year’s worth of stat gains from the system, the increases from training, and the bonuses from Sloth’s effect had all combined—my physical abilities had transcended the limits of humanity itself.

‘No wonder I break everything.’

Until now, I had perfectly controlled my power to avoid harming anyone, but when I unleashed my full strength, I could shatter even steel at the joints.

‘My strength is at 129.’
-W-what did you say?
‘129.’
-You madman! When did this happen?!
‘Most of it came from you anyway. Why are you asking?’

More than half of these stats were thanks to Wrath making reckless bets or losing his temper when he couldn’t hold back. Training and Sloth’s ability had helped considerably, but Wrath’s foolishness had been the greatest contributor.

-You wretched bastard! You’re sucking out the King’s vitality like a fly clinging to a pineapple!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, unleashing a torrent of frigid cold and seething rage.

Kuguguguuu!

Through the mana circuits, icy coldness and blazing fury pierced like razor-sharp blades. Wrath, determined to make this count, even summoned the wrathful energy embedded within his very soul.

-You cannot wield that aura now! This time, victory shall be mine!
‘Think again.’

The Ring of Fire was not an aura, after all.

I smiled faintly and resonated the Ring of Fire. The five rings encircling my heart chimed in harmony, subduing the wrathful energy that sought to ensnare my soul.

‘And besides.’

The azure stone shackles could suppress only one aura. They could not contain the chill of Glacius, the second aura dwelling in my core.

Chiiiiik!

A wall of frost conjured from Glacius perfectly blocked Wrath’s icy assault.

-You parasitic wretch!

Wrath shrieked, pouring forth his cold and fury for over ten minutes without relent.

‘Every bit of this only works against you.’

I shook my head and pointed to the message that had just appeared.

[You have endured the interference of 【Wrath】.]
[Strength increases by 1 point.]

‘Look at this. You’re so generous, giving me stat increases. How could my abilities not grow?’
-This is absolutely infuriating!

Wrath’s anguished wails continued to echo even within the Central Martial Hall.

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“That damned bastard.”

Urek ground his teeth as he watched Raon sitting in the stands. He’d been thoroughly outmaneuvered by that cunning wretch, but with the other swordsmen as witnesses to his admission, his pride wouldn’t allow him to speak up again.

‘I’ll make him pay. Slowly and methodically….’

“Urek.”
“Huh!”

As he was plotting his revenge, a deep, resonant voice echoed from behind him. It was the voice he feared most.

“K-Karun sir!”

Karun Zigheart, the Central Intelligence Agency’s director, approached the Training Ground with ten guards in tow.

“What brings you here….”
“The Patriarch instructed me to support the Jeonmadae and Jeonroedan while they’re away on their mission.”
“Ah, I see, I understand.”

Urek felt his back grow damp with cold sweat and swallowed hard. He’d worried Karun had come to check on Raon, but fortunately that wasn’t the case.

“Hmm.”

Karun let out a cold chuckle as he gazed at Raon sitting blankly in the stands.

“You remember what I said before, don’t you? Gather information so that we can kill that arrogant fool anytime, anywhere.”
“Of course!”
“I’ll be back in two weeks.”

He waved his hand dismissively and left the Training Ground, heading toward the Central Intelligence Agency.

“Phew….”

Urek wiped his chest and released a sigh of relief.

‘What a relief.’

I couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity. Before Karun returned, I needed to humiliate Raon Zigheart and gather information about his strengths and weaknesses.

‘Then there’s only one way.’

A sparring match.
A sparring match was the best approach.

“Lef!”

Urek gestured to Lef, who had been standing in a daze.

“Ah, yes!”
“Summon Ganet!”

Ganet’s aura was weak, but he possessed exceptional talent with the blade. I’d heard that Raon Zigheart’s swordsmanship talent was remarkable too, but he couldn’t overcome the gap of years.

Crunch.

Urek clenched his fist with a cold smile spreading across his face.

“Today I’ll show you your limits, Raon Zigheart.”

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During my free time, I warmed up lightly instead of training at full intensity as usual.

-What are you doing?
‘Stretching.’
-Aren’t you going to practice?
‘A sparring match will start soon.’
-A sparring match?
‘Yeah. It’s predictable.’

The moment I returned to the clan, Judith received orders to gather information—it was clear the Central Intelligence Agency wanted intelligence on me.

They wouldn’t miss this opportunity that had come to them, so they would certainly request a sparring match to obtain that information.

“Attention!”

As I slowly circled the Training Ground, Lef climbed onto the platform and called everyone to gather.

“Though an unfortunate incident occurred, it has been resolved. We shall now proceed with the next training.

He glanced at me when he said “unfortunate incident.”

“This training is a sparring match. Victory is achieved by subduing your opponent using only swordsmanship and footwork while wearing Bluestone shackles.”
‘Exactly as I predicted.’

Lef’s words aligned perfectly with my expectations.

-Hmph! I, I had already foreseen such a thing!

Wrath’s voice trembled as he turned his head sharply away.

“Bevin, Arun, step forward!”

At Lef’s call, two swordsmen came forward and began exchanging strikes. Both were exceptional swordsmen who had reached the intermediate Expert level, and despite the absence of aura, the sparring match proceeded with captivating intensity.

The two swordsmen displayed fierce combat reminiscent of actual battle, and the match ended when the swordsman called Bevin took a blow to his shoulder.

“Did you see? The Central Intelligence Agency conducts sparring matches as if they were real combat.”

Lef emphasized the word “real” while looking directly at me.

“Next, Raon and Ganet. Come forward.”

I stood and observed the man called Ganet. He appeared to be in his early thirties with a sturdy build. His aura itself didn’t seem particularly impressive, but the momentum emanating from him was honed to a sharp edge.

The way his eyes regarded me, settled and unwavering, suggested he had steeled his resolve.

I ascended to the Sparring Arena with an eager smile.

‘This should be interesting.’

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Ganet looked down at Raon and licked his lips with his tongue.

‘All I need to do is crush this arrogant bastard.’

Commander Urek had instructed him to torment Raon in the sparring match, forcing him to use all his hidden swordsmanship and abilities.

It wasn’t a difficult task, and since Urek promised to transfer him to the Jeonmadae during the next personnel reshuffle if he thoroughly defeated and humiliated Raon, he had no choice but to comply. He was also displeased with Raon’s handsome face, so this worked out perfectly.

‘Without aura, I can toy with him as much as I want.’

I acknowledged that Raon possessed an exceptional physique and aura, but I was confident that my swordsmanship surpassed his. Without using aura, I could literally play with him.

“As your senior, I’ll graciously let you attack first.”

Ganet gestured with his hand.

“Are you certain about that?”
“Yes. Come at me before I change my mind.”

If Raon were using aura, he would never do such a thing, but since both of them were currently wearing azure stone shackles, he could afford to be arrogant.

“Understood.”

He nodded and charged forward. In an instant, he was before me, bringing his sword down in a slash.

‘Just as expected.’

Ganet smirked. Both the trajectory and speed of the sword were within his calculations.

‘I’ll simply deflect it.’

I tilted the raised blade slightly, attempting to elegantly deflect Raon’s descending sword strike.

Boom!

The moment our blades clashed, a tremendous impact struck like my joints were being torn apart.

“Wh-what? What is this!”

The force behind Raon’s blade was so overwhelming that Ganet couldn’t deflect it, couldn’t even properly brace himself—his wrist bent backward.

“This can’t be… Ack!”

Crack!

Ganet’s training sword, driven backward by the momentum, whipped violently across his own forehead. The sound of something bursting echoed from his head as his own blade struck him.

“Ughhhh….”

Raon’s figure opening his mouth with a calm expression was captured in Ganet’s increasingly blurring eyes.

“Next.”

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