The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 155

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Chapter 155

I clicked my tongue as I watched Ganet sprawled flat on his back, his eyes rolled back in his head.

‘How foolish.’

Ignoring the power contained in my blade, he had tried to show off by slightly deflecting the sword edge.

Such a pathetic technique stood no chance—he was overwhelmed by the raw force, his own sword rebounded and struck his forehead, and now he lay unconscious, drool trickling from his mouth.

‘I thought it might be entertaining, but he turned out to be an idiot.’

I turned away after glancing at Ganet’s swollen forehead.

“What in the….”

Burren Zigheart stood out first, his green eyes contorting as he exhaled sharply.

“What have you been doing for the past year!”

He shot to his feet and shouted. He seemed shocked by the sight of pure strength shattering an opponent’s defensive technique.

The other Central Intelligence Agency swordsmen also stood slack-jawed, but their reactions differed slightly.

“What… what is this….”
“He got hit by his own sword and passed out?”
“That idiot!”
“Unbelievable!”
“Tsk, tsk.”

Unlike Burren Zigheart, they sighed and cursed, dismissing Ganet’s foolish mistake.

While Ganet had indeed done something foolish, the outcome would not have changed had anyone else in this place faced me.

“Next.”

I turned my gaze toward Lef, the training instructor, whose eyes were wide open.

“My body still isn’t warmed up.”
“Of course! We haven’t even started yet! Dolan!”

At Lef’s call, the blue-haired swordsman in the middle stood up. His physique was impressive—he looked like he could wield considerable strength.

“You face Raon.”
“Yes!”

Dolan climbed onto the Sparring Arena. His frame was so massive—nearly the size of an orc—that he blocked the view behind him. He frowned as he watched Ganet being carried away.

“Don’t lump me in with that fool. If you let your guard down, you’ll pay dearly.”
“I’m not the type to let my guard down in the first place.”
“Good. Come!”

Raon nodded and pushed off the ground. Just as he had done against Ganet, I raised my blade skyward before bringing it down with devastating force. The slash descended like lightning, every ounce of explosive power concentrated in the strike.

“Hmph!”

Dolan raised his training sword to intercept before my blade reached its full force. It was a sound defensive technique, accounting for Raon’s overwhelming strength.

‘Still won’t be enough.’

I adjusted the blade’s trajectory ever so slightly. The edge that had been aimed at center now descended at a slight angle, striking Dolan’s sword.

Clang!

The moment the blades collided, Dolan’s training sword shattered mercilessly.

“Ugh!”

Dolan’s eyes bulged as he stared at the fragments of his broken sword. But his shock was premature.

Thwack!

I swiftly reversed my blade and struck Dolan’s head with the flat of the sword.

A sound like stone cracking echoed through the air as Dolan’s eyes rolled back and he collapsed. The sand of the Training Ground scattered into the air as his massive frame toppled.

“No real difference.”

I smacked my lips as I watched Dolan flinch. He had been sufficiently wary of my raw power, but he hadn’t considered my technique at all. That’s why I could shatter the training sword’s weak point simply by twisting the blade slightly.

“Without even aura, you strike at the weakness in that split second?”

Burren’s voice rang out. He had seen it clearly and understood the situation perfectly.

“What the hell is this guy doing….”

Perhaps because he was even more shocked, he was biting his own finger.

“Hmm….”

I looked at the swordsmen while hearing Burren’s high praise. Even Dolan hadn’t expected to fall in a single strike—his eyes were spinning in circles. His expression was half-vacant, as if his soul had partially departed.

“It ended in one blow again.”

I smiled faintly as I looked at Lef standing there dumbfounded.

“Call the next opponent.”

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Midway up Bekmang Mountain.
Glen Zigheart and Rimer stood side by side like bamboo stalks atop a majestic boulder that resembled a roaring tiger.

“Patriarch. Did you know that Raon went to the Central Intelligence Agency for his training?”

Rimer waved the documents he’d pulled from his pocket with a slight smirk.

“I’m aware.”

Glen nodded slightly as if it were nothing of consequence.

“Then do you also know why that boy went to the Central Intelligence Agency?”

Rimer gazed toward the West Side where the Central Intelligence Agency stood, letting out a snicker.

“That lunatic went to pick a fight with the Central Intelligence Agency.”
“Pick a fight?”
“I had some inkling it might happen, but I never imagined he’d cause trouble on the very first day of training.”

Karun had displayed his open disdain for Raon multiple times, yet I never dreamed the boy would charge forward head-on instead of backing down.

Raon Zigheart was like an onion—no matter how many layers you peeled away, there was always something new beneath.

“Whoever his master is, he certainly has guts.”

Rimer chuckled to himself, muttering that his master must be quite handsome.

“What did he do today to cause such trouble?”

Glen turned around for the first time, narrowing his eyes as if demanding a swift answer.

“That madman today… ah, I’m not going to say anything!”
“…”
“You never tell me anything either, Lord Patriarch… ugh!”

Rimer’s face snapped to the side as he crumpled to the ground. Glen had struck him across the face with an invisible aura.

“Ugh…”

Rimer clutched his jaw, trembling. The world spun dizzily from the solid blow.

“You hit me? You actually hit me just now? This is too much! Using an invisible aura just because I wouldn’t talk—what kind of…”
“If you don’t want another hit, speak quickly.”

Glen’s eyes blazed crimson. He looked ready to unleash a second strike if Rimer didn’t comply immediately.

“Ah, understood.”

Rimer rose to his feet, breathing heavily.

‘If you treasure your grandson so much, at least show it!’

If someone were to strike Raon across the face with Absolute Martial Arts just because he wouldn’t share his story, I’d hope they’d at least treasure their own grandson. I was growing anxious—at this rate, the conversation would end without him saying anything at all.

“Speak quickly.”
“That brat Raon destroyed every single piece of equipment the Central Intelligence Agency had prepared the moment training began. And….”

Rimer went on to describe how Raon had gleefully smashed the Central Intelligence Agency’s training apparatus and beaten the swordsmen who chased after him, sending them to the Medical Office.

“He destroyed everything with sheer force, then spouted nonsense about being swindled and getting cheap goods while slipping out of Urek’s grasp—I nearly died trying to suppress my laughter!”

He chuckled, saying one had to see Urek’s expression firsthand.

Heh.

“Huh? Patriarch, you just laughed!”
“Laughed? Nonsense.”

Glen turned his head away, but the slight upward curve of his lips betrayed him.

“To think I’d see you laughing outside—truly, one lives long enough to see everything.”
“Quiet. But how did you know about this?”
“All the strong ones from the Central Intelligence Agency except Karun were out on missions. I stuck to the wall to avoid the surveillance.”

Rimer grinned as if it were nothing.

“In any case, Raon is truly a remarkable specimen the more you observe him. Marching openly into enemy territory, causing chaos, and slipping away like a loach—he surpasses even your younger days, Patriarch.”
“That was only possible because the Jeonmadae and Jeonroedan were away. Had they been present, he would have been stopped long ago.”
“Is that why you sent your second son out as well? To look after your grandson?”

After witnessing Raon’s exploits, I saw Karun leaving the Central Intelligence Agency with his escort. From the circumstances, it appeared Glen had sent him out.

“Absurd talk. I sent him merely to reduce needless casualties on the battlefield.”

Glen waved his hand dismissively, but his reaction alone revealed his true feelings. He genuinely cherished Raon and Sylvia.

“Now that Raon’s back, every single day is entertaining. I’m curious what kind of trouble he’ll cause tomorrow.”

Rimer muttered that since Karun wasn’t around anymore, he could watch openly.

“The next test is already underway.”
“Pardon?”

Glen Zigheart glanced toward the direction of the Central Intelligence Agency, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Right now, he’s beating down those fools intoxicated by vanity and reputation.”

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Boom!

The red-marked swordsman tumbled out of the Training Ground, his tongue hanging out. From the center of the Training Ground, now filled with heavy silence, I let out a soft chuckle.

“Fifth one.”

I had just felled the fifth swordsman in exactly the same manner.

Since my physical abilities surpassed theirs and my swordsmanship was superior as well, it wasn’t difficult to knock down the Central Intelligence Agency swordsmen with a single strike.

“Uh….”
“Is this a dream?”
“Five in a row fell? Just from swordsmanship?”
“Is that even swordsmanship? It’s just an overhead slash!”
“And not a single one of the five could block that overhead slash! You idiot!”

Those who had witnessed the sparring could no longer dismiss the swordsmen who had fallen to me. They had accepted that my sword and physical abilities surpassed theirs.

“What exactly is that guy….”
“He wasn’t this strong when he fought Rayden.”
“What happened to him at Habun Castle? Are all those rumors true?”
“Damn it! Without aura, there’s no way to win against him….”

The swordsmen stole glances at me, swallowing hard. They all lowered their heads, unwilling to spar with me.

“Sigh….”

Burren exhaled sharply, his brow furrowing in surprise. His eyebrows drooped despite his attempt to conceal his astonishment, yet his eyes gleamed with a brilliant blue light.
He was clearly contemplating how to counter my overhead strike—one devoid of aura but brimming with raw power.
Among everyone here, Burren alone possessed the competitive spirit to challenge me.

“Is there anyone next?”

I slung my sword over my shoulder and called for the next challenger, but no one stepped forward.

“If there’s no one, then—”
“May I have a turn?”

As I was about to descend from the Sparring Arena, a voice called out from behind. I turned to see a young man with distinctive hair covering one eye, his hand raised.

“You are…”

His unusual hairstyle and the exceptionally dense aura—far superior in quality to the other swordsmen—sparked a memory from Judith’s documents.

‘Horain.’

It was Horain, one of the two vice-commanders of the Jeonroedan within the Central Intelligence Agency. He was said to have surpassed the Expert-Advanced rank, and indeed, the aura he exuded was on an entirely different level from all the swordsmen I’d faced thus far.

‘This is promising.’

Finally, a worthy opponent had appeared. I turned my body and nodded in acknowledgment.

“Of course.”
“Refreshing to hear.”

He chuckled softly and ascended to the Sparring Arena. Behind him was Urek, the superintendent I’d seen earlier. It seemed he had summoned Horain from wherever he’d been training.

“We’re fighting without aura, correct?”

Horain asked as he fastened a blue stone bracelet around his wrist.

“Yes.”
“That’s rather entertaining in its own way.”

With those words, he drew his training sword.

“I’ll yield my turn.”
“Wait, Horain!”
“You can’t! You could be struck down in a single blow!”

The moment I offered to yield my turn, the Central Intelligence Agency examiners rushed out and tried to stop both Horain and me.

“How foolish. You lot wear the Central Intelligence Agency badge, yet you’ve suffered so much. That’s precisely why I’m yielding my turn!”

Horain fixed the examiners with a cold gaze before turning his head away.

“Come.”
“I won’t decline.”

I stomped the ground so forcefully that the Training Ground trembled. In the blink of an eye, I tore through the space before Horain and brought my blade down.

Screech!

It was a sword strike that no one had managed to block until now, but Horain twisted his blade at the precise moment and deflected it flawlessly.

“Impressive strength. Nearly dislocated my shoulder.”

He laughed with ease and swept his blade toward me.

Whoosh!

Though no aura infused it, the blade’s tip wavered unpredictably. It was a swordsmanship of deception—one wrong read of his intention and I’d take the hit.

‘He has a strong pride, as she said.’

According to Judith’s intelligence, Horain possessed an inflated sense of pride. If that were true, his target was obvious.

Clang!

I unfurled the Resonance Swordsmanship and perfectly blocked the forehead strike Horain had aimed for.

“You blocked it as though you knew exactly what I’d do.”
“It was predictable.”
“Arrogant.”

Horain’s eyes gleamed fiercely. Like a wolf arching his spine backward, he leaped and brought his sword crashing down. Once again, the blade’s trajectory wavered, making its direction impossible to predict. It seemed to be a characteristic of his swordsmanship.

I didn’t retreat, instead concentrating my perception. The fluctuation of the blade’s path—trembling like wind-tossed grass—diminished most noticeably in the instant just before the attack was launched.

‘Now!’

The moment the blade’s variation became visible enough to discern, my sword burst forth like a ray of light.

Clang!

My training sword, deflecting the strike laden with variation, grazed past Horain’s waist. I’d aimed for his abdomen, but he twisted his body mid-air so that the blade merely brushed him—he was clearly no ordinary vice-captain.

“So you’re Raon Zigheart?”

Horain exhaled sharply as he glanced at his torn flank.

“You’re not normal.”

He chuckled darkly and charged again. His footwork was faster and more varied than before. Though he stood directly ahead, he seemed to move from the right and left simultaneously.

‘But I’ve already seen it.’

My perception—a stat higher than raw strength—didn’t miss the enemy’s movements even without opening my aura senses.

I brought my sword down in the direction my senses indicated.

Crash!

Horain, who had been rushing in to ambush me, hurriedly spun his blade to defend.

‘There’s no reason to let this opportunity slip away.’

With swift footwork, I pursued the retreating Horain and unleashed the Radiant Sword technique in succession. Fierce sword strikes extended like the savage claws of a predator hunting its prey.

Thud! Clang clang clang!

Horain couldn’t reverse the defensive position he’d lost and continued merely defending.

“Insane….”

He hadn’t anticipated this situation, and his face bore unmistakable bewilderment.

If he had reached the pinnacle of Expert rank, then so had I. My physical capabilities were superior, so there was no reason to yield.

Whoosh!

I drew my blade horizontally, inhaling Horain’s anxiety as I moved.

Clang!

With a sound like metal being crushed, Horain’s sword was sent flying and embedded itself in the ground.

….

Not a single breath could be heard in the Training Ground. Urek, who had brought Horain, Lef, who had been judging, and Burren, who had been watching with clenched teeth—all stood speechless.

“Hah, I lost.”

Horain was the first to regain his composure. He looked at me with an incredulous laugh.

“You’re really fighting without aura? Your strength is on an Ogre’s level.”

Horain grasped his trembling wrist and examined himself in various places. His expression was one of disbelief.

“Gasp! Ho, Horain also lost?”
“This doesn’t make sense.”
“He just became an Inspector….”
“Uh….”

The Inspectors watching barely regained their senses, their lips trembling.

“Hmm….”

Horain maintained his smile as he surveyed all the Inspectors, then stepped forward.

“I lost fair and square. Want to do a second round?”

He pulled his sword from the ground and slung it over his shoulder.

“It’s not an excuse. My swordsmanship relies quite heavily on aura. How about it?”

His words were true. He was a swordsman who wielded transformation and illusion techniques. If he used aura, he would operate on an entirely different level.

“Very well.”
“I like your directness. It’s quite different from what I’ve heard.”

As Raon nodded, Horain grinned and removed the cyan stone shackles. The dam holding back his aura shattered, and his momentum unleashed an overwhelming wave that pressed against my skin.

Whoooosh!

Horain’s aura wave swept across the Sparring Arena like a living creature, enveloping the entire Training Ground. He was indeed an Expert-rank master, a warrior who gazed toward the Master realm.

‘There it is.’

His aura was no ordinary thing. An attribute aura carrying a chill similar to Lunan’s. The heat of the Training Ground was pushed back and cooled by his aura.

“It’s too late to regret now.”

Horain tilted his chin and curled his lips upward. He seemed convinced that with aura alone, victory was guaranteed.

“Regret?”

Raon chuckled softly and drew up the Mana Heart that had been suppressed by the cyan stone. The blazing crimson flames surged forth, overwhelming the chill that blanketed the Training Ground.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

A wave of flames spread from beneath my feet, melting stone fragments and sand, enveloping the space.

“What…?”

Horain’s pupils trembled like a ship struck by a wave, confronted with an aura wave that was in no way inferior to his own.

“Did you think you would win simply because you have aura?”

A crimson gleam ignited in Raon’s eyes. He raised his sword, blazing with crimson flames, and pointed it at Horain.

“Come. Let me show you who truly regrets.”

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