The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 232

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Chapter 232

Dogyae’s brow furrowed as he watched Raon drink the White Dragon as though it were water.

‘No matter how I think about it, this makes no sense.’

Undiluted White Dragon was a vicious spirit that even massive Monsters couldn’t stomach without vomiting.

Even if a Master possessed exceptional stamina and recovery, it was not a drink a human could endure. Yet that young brat was pouring the White Dragon down his throat as casually as if he were sipping tea.

‘What in the world is this kid doing…’

Gambling, he could rationalize if Raon claimed to have learned from a hidden hermit on the Continent. It was difficult to believe, but he could grudgingly accept it.

But pure White Dragon couldn’t be consumed through luck or skill alone. He couldn’t fathom how this young brat, who appeared never to have tasted even a single bucket of alcohol, could drink better than he could.

“Won’t you drink?”

Raon smirked after effortlessly draining another cup.

“It’s your turn, Dogyae.”

“I know.”

Dogyae gritted his teeth and lifted the cup. Suppressing the roiling sensation in his stomach, he poured the spirit into his mouth.

“Ughhhh….”

It was brutal. The liquor was meant to be diluted and sipped slowly, yet he drank it straight. And in his haste, rather than savoring it, he only experienced excruciating pain.

He wanted to surrender, but pride wouldn’t allow him to back down. With trembling hands, he forced strength into them and drained cup after cup in succession.

“Kah! Now it’s your turn!”

Dogyae set down his wooden cup with an eerie smile.

“I was planning to drink anyway.”

Raon drained his cup with the same leisurely composure he displayed when gambling, his smile remaining soft and untroubled—as though he felt no pain whatsoever.

‘He’s not even using his aura to neutralize it.’

Raon’s aura remained dormant, whether during gambling or now—it lay inert in his dantian like a sleeping beast. Yet there was no trace of intoxication about him. He drank as though consuming nothing but water.

“Ugh! Why does that liquor smell so acrid!”

“The smell alone is suffocating. How are they even drinking that?”

“Ugh, I don’t even want to get close.”

“Both of them are poison drinkers. Absolute poison drinkers!”

The spectators retreated, unable to endure even the breath exhaled by the two as they drank.

“You handle your liquor well. What do you usually drink?”

Dogyae spoke to Raon to steady his breathing for a moment.

“I don’t drink.”

“What?”

“This is my first time drinking alcohol.”

Raon scooped up a full ladle of liquor and smiled brightly.

“The warmth in my throat isn’t bad. Now I understand why people drink.”

The man drained another cup lightly, as if he truly meant it.

“Huh? Wait, what?”

Dogyae’s carefully composed expression crumbled without mercy.

‘First time?’

Did he just say this was his first time?

He couldn’t believe that someone drinking alcohol for the first time could guzzle White Dragon like that.

‘No. That’s… actually true.’

Having gambled with that monster just moments ago, he could tell. The claim about drinking for the first time had to be genuine.

‘What kind of monster is this?’

Even calling him a monster fell short. That man was something unknown entirely.

‘I can’t lose! Absolutely not!’

Dogyae’s pride—the pride of one who yielded to no one in gambling and drinking—reared its head. He couldn’t kneel before someone tasting alcohol for the first time.

“Bring another jar of liquor!”

“Yes!”

Dogyae suppressed the aching pain radiating through his insides and fixed his gaze on the second jar that materialized before him. This was a matter of pride now. He had to endure through sheer willpower.

“Hmm.”

Raon’s brow furrowed slightly as he regarded the second jar.

“You’re not getting scared now, are you?”

“Of course not. It’s just….”

“Just what?”

“This alone won’t be sufficient. Let’s prepare one more jar.”

“Th….”

Dogyae’s jaw trembled. Madness. This man was undoubtedly a madman beyond comprehension. His hands quivered, but he couldn’t afford to show weakness here.

“Y-yes, that’s right! Excellent! Bring another!”

“B-but the White Dragon is all we have.”

“Then bring something else! Something with real bite!”

“Yes, sir!”

His subordinates were unusually obedient today. They could have brought something milder, but instead they returned with a larger jar of liquor with an alcohol content nearly matching the White Dragon.

“Let’s try again.”

“Very well.”

Raon drained his cup with infuriating ease.

“Ugh!”

Dogyae forced down his drink, gritting his teeth as he watched Raon.

‘I will not lose!’

I won’t fall, even if it kills me!

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Raon watched Dogyae and swallowed the laugh threatening to escape.

‘Is he trying to kill himself?’

Dogyae’s eyes hung half-open and unfocused. He was barely holding back the intoxication through sheer willpower, but it seemed he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Your turn next. Drink.”

His tongue had twisted as well—his words came out slurred. He truly appeared to be at his limit.

‘Impressive.’

The White Dragon and the two varieties of liquor that followed all possessed such potent alcohol content that even their aroma could intoxicate. The fact that he’d consumed them like water and still maintained consciousness was astounding.

“D-drink it. You bastard.”

The way he called him a bastard suggested his consciousness was hanging by a thread.

“Of course.”

Raon smiled faintly and drained the glass with ease.

Zing!

The Ring of Fire still rotating within his body instantly melted the potent alcohol’s effects like ice shards.

‘Killing two birds with one stone.’

Laughter bubbled up as I engaged in a drinking contest with Dogyae while simultaneously advancing my Ring of Fire achievement in this peculiar situation.

“What, what is this?”

“The Legend Sword Association member doesn’t seem intoxicated at all? He’s actually smiling.”

“Is that really someone drinking for the first time?”

“Dogyae is practically dying….”

“What in the world is happening here?”

“I never expected this drinking session to last until morning.”

The spectators trembled as they watched Dogyae swaying like a puppet with severed strings while Raon remained perfectly composed.

“You’re… laughing?”

Dogyae scooped up more alcohol with trembling hands and barely managed to get it to his lips. Half of it spilled, but I didn’t bother stopping him. There was no point anymore.

However, there was another creature suffering just as much as Dogyae.

-Bleeegh!

Wrath let out a shriek of agony, his tongue lolling out.

-Please stop! Please stop! You damn demon!

After a drinking contest that had started in the evening and stretched into the morning, even Wrath’s face had turned ashen and pallid.

-When will this torture finally end?! I won’t eat ice cream! I won’t eat anything, so please, just stop making me drink!

He too had lost his senses, overwhelmed by the potent liquor. I had inadvertently subjected Wrath to genuine torture.

‘Just a little longer….’

-When is that “little longer”?! I’m seriously dying here! You devil!

Wrath, claiming he’d never endured such torment before, clutched his head and rolled across the table.

“Ugh, is it… is it my turn?”

Dogyae’s shoulders trembled as he opened another bottle.

“I’ll join in as well.”

Raon filled a cup with Dogyae and lifted it.

“Shall we make a toast for the first time?”

“Y-yes. By all means!”

As I brought the cup forward, Dogyae bit his lip and clinked his glass against mine.

Raon drank lightly, while Dogyae’s hands trembled as he drank.

Crash!

With the crisp sound of a glass shattering, Dogyae tumbled backward. At the same moment, Wrath, who had been resting his chin on the table, fell to the floor.

“This damned bastard….”

-This damned bastard….

One man and one Demon King muttered the same words before closing their eyes. Both lay unconscious, their ragged breathing the only sound.

[Ring of Fire achievement has increased.]

Raon set down his glass as he read the message. He nodded with a calm smile.

‘The second trial cleared with ease.’

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“H-he even beat us at drinking….”

Dorian’s eyes widened as he watched Dogyae tumble backward.

“Unit Leader! Raon has won the second trial too!”

I grabbed Rimer, who stood vacant beside me, and let out a shriek.

“How is there anything this man can’t do!”

To overwhelmingly defeat Dogyae, whose reputation for gambling and drinking had spread across the entire Continent—even knowing Raon was special, I had never imagined such a scene. It was truly like a dream.

“Woooow!”

Despite feeling like I had become Raon’s wallet, I inexplicably felt delighted and cheered.

“Uuugh!”

Rimer’s clenched fist trembled violently.

“It’s coming. It’s coming!”

“Huh? What’s coming?”

“My prime is returning!”

I suppressed my excitement and slowly steadied my breathing.

‘Just one more victory.’

I had wagered all my hidden money and the gold coins I borrowed from Dorian on Raon achieving the Triple Victory. Since I was the only one who had bet on his success, if I won, an enormous sum would come pouring in.

“Please….”

Rimer clasped his hands together as he watched Raon stare blankly at the fallen Dogyae.

‘My divine deity!’

Rain down your golden blessing!

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The moment Raon expelled the lingering drunkenness from his body with his aura, white vapor poured endlessly from Dogyae’s prone form.

Ssssshhhhh!

As the vapor spread, a stench of alcohol so overpowering engulfed the entire Gambling House that those with weak constitutions collapsed in droves. Dogyae had extracted every trace of alcohol from his body through his aura.

“Haa….”

Dogyae exhaled a sigh while propping up his upper body. He slowly lifted his head to look toward us, then released a second sigh.

“I lost.”

He acknowledged his defeat with a contorted expression that seemed to reject the very notion of losing.

“Gambling, and now drinking too. To be honest, I feel as though I’ve been bewitched by a ghost.”

Dogyae gazed up at the hole in the ceiling he had created himself. Night had surrendered to dawn, and sunlight poured through like a stretch after waking.

“Just one question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Is this really your first time drinking?”

Dogyae’s expression was genuinely serious—he truly wanted to know.

“Yes.”

It’s my first time in this life.

Raon nodded honestly.

-F-finally.

Wrath staggered as he lifted his head.

-Finally it’s over! Aaaaaahhhhh!

He knelt on the ground like a prisoner who had successfully escaped, throwing his hands open wide.

“I never thought I’d be overwhelmed in drinking and gambling by an eighteen-year-old. I concede everything.”

Dogyae slowly got to his feet. He gestured with his chin toward the outside.

“I’ll begin the third test. Follow me.”

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I stood in the Training Courtyard behind the Gambling House alongside Rimer and Dorian.

“I know you’re a Master, but I’m not impressed.”

Dogyae slowly rotated his wrists and ankles, loosening up before we began sparring.

“I’d like to give you a test where you’d have to defeat me after humiliating yourself with alcohol and gambling, but I can’t propose something impossible.”

He raised his thick fingers.

“First, I’ll verify whether you have the skill to match me. Come at me. If you land a successful attack on me or display a sword strike that impresses me, then we’ll make a proper wager.”

“You just regained consciousness after fainting—are you certain you’re well enough?”

I smiled faintly and tapped my scabbard.

“I wasn’t fainting. I was merely resting for a moment.”

Dogyae frowned and shook his head. Having been together since yesterday afternoon until now, I could read his expressions perfectly. He was genuinely embarrassed.

“Understood. I’ll accept it that way.”

“It’s not about accepting—I’m telling you the truth!”

“Yes.”

I watched Dogyae groan and placed my hand on the sword hilt, lowering my stance. It was the posture of a draw technique.

“The young one has a certain charm to him.”

Dogyae chuckled softly and pointed his blade forward. Despite his massive frame, the sword’s size wasn’t much different from the Celestial Sword.

‘He thinks I’m using a draw technique.’

He was naturally preparing only to block a quick strike, assuming that’s what would come.

“Huh.”

I exhaled sharply.

‘A perfect opportunity.’

What I was about to use wasn’t a draw technique, but the martial art of sound. A new strike infused with extreme speed that would ravage his ears.

I gripped the sword hilt lightly, savoring the pleasant coldness that filled my palm as I rolled forward.

Aura hardened through the lower dantian surged through the mana circuits of my entire body. In an instant, I channeled tremendous power into my lower half and propelled myself forward.

Dogyae’s crimson eyes widened in an instant. He extended his left foot and drew the Heavenly Sword. The silver blade, becoming the wind itself, rose with a sharp whistle, scraping against the scabbard’s edge as it released a deep resonance.

Whoooosh!

Now the true battle begins. I layered the power of Ten Thousand Flowers onto the sound that vibrated the very air as it advanced. I precisely controlled the direction of the sound that crackled like lightning, striking Dogyae’s ear—specifically the vestibular organ deep within.

Screeeech!

A sound like sword wind erupting burst from within Dogyae’s ear, but he merely staggered for a moment without falling. His eyes, however, bulged wide as if in shock.

Boom!

I recognized the opening and stepped into Petal Dance. In the instant I surged upward like a petal caught on the wind, Dogyae’s blade extended toward me, his senses already sharpening. An aura that seemed to tear the heavens itself rippled forth.

Crunch crunch crunch!

A slash so powerful that the sound of aura colliding was audible. I twisted the Heavenly Sword to deflect his blade and drew the Light Sword.

“Ugh!”

Dogyae showed no mercy, instantly recovering his sword and driving it downward. The pressure was as if a mountain itself were falling.

Zing!

My blade traced an arc through the air like drawing the moon. The spreading wave of aura pushed back Dogyae’s sword and left a shallow cut across his sleeve.

Clang!

The delayed collision of blade against blade sent both Raon and Dogyae reeling backward simultaneously.

“Wait… that wasn’t sword aura. Sound? A martial art of sound?”

Dogyae’s eyes widened, ignoring the severed sleeve of his garment.

“Yes.”

Raon nodded. There was no point in concealing it now that it had been exposed.

“Hmm, I never imagined you’d mastered a martial art of sound.”

Dogyae grimaced, clutching his left ear where the sound had erupted. He’d managed to defend at the last moment, but the impact had been considerable.

‘I struck the vestibular system.’

The vestibular system maintained the body’s equilibrium. Located near the nervous system and capable of inducing vertigo, once struck, one could never perform at full strength. Had that first attack been ordinary sword technique rather than sound swordsmanship, I would have been the one suffering.

Tsk.

Dogyae clicked his tongue, observing his torn sleeve.

“It seems I underestimated you once again.”

He clenched his fist, then opened it, nodding slowly.

“I apologize. Gambling, drinking, and martial arts—you have earned the right to break my three vows.”

“You certainly make decisions quickly.”

“I never expected someone like you to exist in this world.”

Dogyae chuckled softly and raised both hands.

“Now I shall begin the final trial.”

He extended the sword he held in reverse grip.

“The final trial is to escape.”

“Escape? Escape from where?”

Raon glanced around the Training Courtyard, unable to comprehend what escape he was being asked to perform in such a place.

“From here.”

Dogyae pointed the reversed sword at the ground and aimed his gathered fingers toward the sky.

‘That stance….’

It was an unmistakable stance, and my jaw dropped.

“Sword Realm Manifestation.”

Dogyae’s voice resonated through the surroundings.

“Black Blade.”

In a world stained with darkness before escape was possible, Dogyae’s voice, tinged with the ring of steel, flowed forth.

“Try to escape from my world.”

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