The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 324

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Chapter 324

I entered the Sparring Arena with the Gwangpung Unit, just as I had the day before.

“Woooooaaaaaah!”
“It’s Zigheart!”
“The Legend Sword Association has arrived!”
“The Whirlwind Swordmaster is here too!”
“Blue Moon Swordmaster, please smile for us!”

The crowd’s reaction was a complete reversal from yesterday. Those who had ignored and mocked us now screamed the name Zigheart with such fervent cheers that it felt like our eardrums would burst.

This tremendous roar was thanks to me—who had saved everyone in the Sparring Arena and defeated Borini Kitten despite my injuries, even after fighting Burren and Lunan so fiercely that we nearly knocked each other unconscious despite being from the same faction.

I led the Gwangpung Unit toward the platform. Unlike yesterday, the heads of the Six Emperors now sat upon it.

‘Their personalities are written all over their faces.’

Glen remained expressionless, King Lecross wore a gentle smile, and Chamber continued firing questions at the unresponsive Glen. Ogram yawned as if bored, while Derus maintained the same artificial smile he’d displayed yesterday.
Ogram yawned as if bored, and Derus had maintained the artificial smile he’d shown yesterday until now.

Please take good care of me!

Raon and the Gale Wind Squad respectfully bowed their heads to the leaders before heading to the waiting area.

“Who is this Seonpoong Sword that they’re calling out like that?”

Burren Zigheart looked around and tilted his head in confusion.

You.

Raon let out a quiet chuckle and pointed at Burren.

“Me? You mean me?”

Burren Zigheart snapped open his eyes, which had been half-closed since he hadn’t fully recovered yet.

“Yes. Whirlwind Blade is your epithet. People started calling you that after seeing how you manipulate the wind that arises from your sword.”
“An epithet. My own epithet….”

He clenched his fist and shook his head, visibly moved. He’d been saying he wanted an epithet, and it seemed the magnificent one people had bestowed upon him had deeply touched him.

“Lunan. You are Blue Moon Blade. The way azure frost blooms from your sword is just like winter moonlight, as you said.”
“Blue Moon Blade….”

Lunan murmured the epithet several times before nodding. The corners of her lips curved upward ever so slightly. Even for her, whose emotional expressions were subdued, a beautiful epithet brought joy.

“What about me?”

Martha approached and swallowed hard.

“You don’t have one.”
“Why don’t I have one?!”

For the first time in a while, Martha’s tongue twisted awkwardly.

“You advanced by default wins, so you didn’t make as striking an impression as Burren or Lunan.”

I chuckled and mimicked Martha’s manner of speech.

“Since you showed nothing, you get no epithet.”

I smirked mockingly. It was meant to provoke, but it wasn’t a lie. Martha had advanced to the semifinals through default wins, so her impression was far fainter than Burren’s and Lunan’s.

“Damn it. It’s not like I wanted to win by default….”

She bit her lip in frustration, clearly annoyed at being the only one without an epithet.

“If you defeat Princess Jeina and Prince Greer today, you’ll earn one whether you want it or not.”

I looked down at Martha, my gaze settling into a calm intensity.

“You can do it, right?”
“Of course.”

Martha nodded without hesitation.

—You’re not going to tell him about that?
‘About what?’
—That you explained all the strengths and weaknesses of the Charm Girl to that bastard.
‘I should tell him. Just not now—later.’
—Hm?
‘It’ll be more fun if I reveal it when he notices something strange during the fight. More entertaining that way.’

Revealing the secret when Jeina exploited Martha’s weaknesses and gained the upper hand would deliver a far greater shock.

—Huh…

Wrath stared at me blankly, his mouth hanging open.

—Don’t you ever go around calling yourself a demon.
‘Hm? Why?’
—Because even the Demon Realm doesn’t have lunatics like you!

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The Announcer climbed onto the platform and raised his finger toward the sky. His voice, brimming with aura, resonated across the entire Sparring Arena.

“Thank you for your patience! We now begin the Six Emperors Duel Tournament Expert Division Semifinals!”
“Wooooooooo!”
“It’s finally starting!”
“I couldn’t even sleep yesterday!”
“We believe in you, Third Prince!”
“Princess Jeina! Glory to Valcar!”
“Martha! Crush them all like the rest of Zigheart!”

The spectators roared, amplifying the festival’s fervor.

“Unfortunately, there is only one semifinal match, but I assure you it will deliver the exhilaration of two or more! First match! Martha Zigheart versus Jeina Ruin Balcar! Please come to the Sparring Arena!”

At the Announcer’s call, Martha exhaled sharply and ascended to the arena. Jeina, still seething from yesterday’s frustration, glared at me before leaping into the Sparring Arena.

“Are you both ready?”
“Yes.”
“I am.”

As the two nodded, the Announcer descended below the Sparring Arena.

“Then, let the Six Emperors Duel Tournament Semifinals Round 1 begin!”

The moment he raised his hand, Martha kicked off the ground. She charged forward like a wild boar and brought her blade down in a savage arc.

“Hmm….”

Princess Jeina watched calmly before moving as if folding space itself, slipping through Martha’s trajectory. It was a movement technique—a spatial fold—applied through spatial magic.

Crash!

Martha used the force of her blade striking the arena floor to pivot her body. She pursued Princess Jeina again, drawing more aura to accelerate her speed.

Boom!

Martha’s footwork suddenly accelerated just before entering Princess Jeina’s space, piercing through the gap in an instant.

“Hmph.”

Princess Jeina showed no panic, as if she had expected this, and used the spatial fold to shift to the opposite side.

‘It was real….’

The movements and breathing patterns of Martha that Raon had revealed were no deception. Had I not heard them beforehand, I might have fallen to that explosive footwork just now.

‘I don’t know what she’s thinking….’

But I’ll use it properly.

Princess Jeina smiled coldly as she evaded Martha’s fierce blade strike, which came at her like a stone hurled from a catapult.

“Reverse Mirror!”

As she clenched her right hand in the empty air and pushed leftward, Martha was sent flying violently as if struck by a sledgehammer.

“Ugh….”

Martha wiped the blood trickling from her lips with the back of her hand and charged forward again. Her body had loosened up, and her speed was faster than before, but the flow of her martial technique remained unchanged.

Using Raon’s advice as a foundation, I unfolded consecutive spatial folds to evade Martha’s attacks, then flicked my fingers.

Screeeech!

Space folded thinly, and crimson blood erupted from Martha’s shoulder and arm. It was a cutting spell enhanced by applying spatial magic.

“Hehe.”

Princess Jeina looked down at the frowning Martha and let out a cold laugh.

‘You lose because your sect leader is insane.’

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Boom!

Martha bit her lip as she escaped the space Princess Jeina had torn apart.

‘What on earth is that?’

She had long known that Princess Jeina’s spatial magic was dangerous, but she never expected her to have talent in hand-to-hand combat as well.
Princess Jeina moved as if she understood both Martha’s movements and the flow of her aura, making it impossible to land a single blow.

Especially because of the teleportation magic she used in critical moments, Martha couldn’t even make unpredictable attacks out of desperation. It felt as though Princess Jeina had completely grasped her psychology.

“Tsk.”

Martha clicked her tongue sharply and stomped the ground. She predicted Princess Jeina’s movement and charged while blocking the left passage, but Princess Jeina used a blink-like spell to slip away to the right.

Martha tried to pursue again, but Princess Jeina cast spatial magic on the ground where she was about to use her footwork, halting her advance once more.

Ching!

Martha furrowed her brow as she severed the spatial magic blooming around her ankles and head, then unleashed a barrage of sword aura in rapid succession.

Boom!

I blocked Princess Jeina’s vision with my sword aura before striking upward from the left. Anticipating her retreat, I gathered aura in my left hand as well. Confident the strike would land since it covered her escape route, I brought my blade down.

“Slow.”

Princess Jeina scoffed and leaped into empty air devoid of sword aura. She grasped at the void and pushed off, instantly shifting to the opposite space.

‘Did she sense my follow-up attack from behind as well?’

The fact that she immediately shifted to a different space suggested she’d perceived not just my left and right strikes, but also the punch I was about to throw from behind.

‘She seems to know my entire attack pattern.’

I hadn’t revealed enough to be read so thoroughly.

[Squad Leader.]

As I bit my lip in confusion, an aura message reached me from Raon.

‘What is it? I’m busy right now—’
[That arrogant princess seems to know you awfully well, doesn’t she?]
‘Huh?’

My jaw trembled at that smug voice.

‘You didn’t…’
[That suspicion is correct. I told her about you.]

I gritted my teeth and turned my head. Raon grinned and winked at me.

‘That damned bastard…’
[Now go ahead and try your best.]

Raon waved his hand encouragingly. Fury surged through me so intensely I wanted to rip that hand off. More than the arrogant Princess Jeina in front of me, I wanted to strike that smirking bastard Raon below.

“Is your last-ditch effort finally over?”

Jeina laughed coldly as she swept both hands diagonally downward. The space folded inward, pressing down on my shoulders.

“Last-ditch effort? Last-ditch EFFORT?! You filthy wretches!”

Martha unleashed her fury, summoning the full force of her Titan’s aura. The golden energy surging from her core pushed back Jeina’s spatial magic, igniting a massive inferno.

“Haaaah!”

White vapor poured from Martha’s lips.

“Do whatever you want. Your rusty magic won’t work on me!”
“How dare you!”

Jeina’s brow furrowed as she intensified her spatial magic. The space folded more violently, but it still couldn’t overcome Martha’s aura.

Boom!

Martha’s eyes blazed with fury as she stomped with her true form. The center of the Sparring Arena, protected by two layers of defensive magic, collapsed entirely, and the ground cracked like a drought-stricken field.

“Ugh…”

The moment Jeina lost her balance was but an instant, yet it was all Martha needed. She burst forward and closed the distance in a single breath.

‘Blink!’

Jeina didn’t have time to cast her spatial tear and instead used Blink to reposition behind Martha.

‘Now I can attack again… wait?’

Just as I was about to strike at Martha’s legs with spatial magic, a massive fist appeared before my eyes.

“Die!”

Martha had read through the simple Blink movement and immediately pursued.

“If you extend any further, your arm gets severed!”
“I don’t care!”

Jeina, true to her status as a direct descendant of Valcar, had managed to set up spatial magic in that brief window—but Martha paid no heed to her splitting knuckles as she drove her fist forward, striking Jeina’s jaw with a vicious hook.

Crack!

The sound of bone fracturing echoed through the Sparring Arena. Jeina, caught full in Martha’s punch, rolled across the arena floor with her eyes rolled back.

“Ugh….”
“Hah….”

The Announcer stood frozen until he heard Jeina’s groan, snapping back to awareness.

“The, the victor is Martha Zigheart….”
“You crazy bastard!”

Before the Announcer could even finish his declaration, Martha descended from the arena and seized Raon by the collar.

“What the hell is this! What did you get in return for selling out my information!”
“I didn’t get anything.”
“Then why!”
“Your aura’s depth and volume increased a bit, didn’t it?”

Even with his collar seized, Raon smiled with composure.

“That’s… what?”

Martha released Raon’s collar and fell silent.

‘It did increase. Quite considerably, actually….’

Enraged by Raon’s betrayal of her trust, she hadn’t stopped to think—she’d simply drawn upon every ounce of her power. But now, reflecting on it, her aura’s volume and depth had undeniably surged.

“You’ve been forcibly suppressing your anger lately to maintain rationality while in your berserk state, haven’t you?”
“How did you….”
“One of your power’s sources is rage itself. If you forcibly suppress it, how can you expect strength? Rationality is good, but sometimes you need to let it loose.”

Raon chuckled softly and waved his hand.

“As the Head of House said, you tend to focus too intensely on one thing. Berserk is useful, but this is the time to see multiple possibilities. Broaden your perspective.”
“So, so that’s why you told that bastard about my information?”
“Go get treated.”

I pointed toward the Temporary Medical Facility erected on the outskirts of the Sparring Arena without answering.

Martha stood frozen in place, unable to say a word.

“Squad Leader. Let’s get you treated first.”

Yedi, the vice-leader of Unit One, led Martha toward the healer.

“Sigh….”

Martha watched me while receiving treatment on her shoulder and hand from the healer.

‘Did he really share my information with Jeina just to help me grow?’

Judging by his calm tone and that composure, there was no other explanation.
It seemed he had truly done such a thing to help her climb to greater heights.

‘Is that guy really an idiot?’

He was busy enough focusing on his own fights and his own matters, yet in the midst of all this, he was looking after her and even the other Gwangpung Unit swordsmen. It seemed foolish.

“Idiot? Foolish?”

Who was calling whom that?

Martha bit her lip while staring at the ground. Drops of blood fell from her torn lip, wetting the floor.

‘I’m the fool and the simpleton.’

Gratitude toward him warmed her chest, while simultaneously a sharp, scraping pain pierced her heart.

‘He’s helped me more than just today. Meanwhile, I….’

I’ve done nothing for him.

‘I never gave him anything—I only caused him harm.’

During my trainee days, I attacked Raon first, mocked him, and constantly provoked him.

My inferiority complex had erupted from a mixture of childish spite, the shame of being an adopted daughter, and my rage toward the White Blood Cult—but the fact that I attacked Raon remained unchanged.

‘And I never even apologized.’

After my defeat at Raon’s hands, I simply let it slide vaguely without offering a proper apology for my mockery and ridicule.

I had merely drifted past it, relying on Raon’s kindness and the notion that a loser must obey the victor’s words.

“Sigh….”

Martha slapped her own cheek and gazed at Raon and the Gwangpung Unit.
Just looking at them warmed my heart. Those I once despised had become family—people I could stake my life on.

‘Is it time?’

The moment the Head of House had spoken of—when I would open my heart and confide in my comrades—seemed to have arrived.

‘If I win today….’

After defeating the Third Prince in the finals, I resolved to tell everyone in the Gwangpung Unit waiting for me about my circumstances. And….

Martha clenched her fist as she looked at Raon.

‘An apology. Definitely.’

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“Ahahaha!”

Chamber burst into laughter as she watched Raon standing below the Sparring Arena. She was clearly amused, even kicking her legs against the chair.

“He sold out his comrade’s information without asking for anything in return!”

She knew every detail of the conversation—she must have read the contents of the aura message I had sent to Martha.

“Is he seriously out of his mind? This is hilarious!”

Chamber kicked her legs against the chair, grinning wickedly.

“He certainly is a peculiar one.”

King Lecross stroked his beard and laughed with genuine amusement. His face radiated delight.

“You can tell he watches his comrades very carefully.”
“I thought he was a man of principle, but he’s just insane!”

Ogram chuckled and twisted his lips. Despite calling me insane, he seemed to have developed an even greater interest in me.

“Hehe.”

Derus gazed down at me silently, his smile so broad that his expression had become almost doll-like.

“Hey, old man!”

Chamber climbed onto her chair and called out to Glen across the way.

“How on earth did you raise him like this? How do you even create something like that? And while you’re at it, explain the handsome face too!”
“I did nothing.”

Glen shook his head, his trembling lips forcibly suppressed even with the aid of aura.

“That boy has made his own judgments and decisions since childhood. Neither I nor anyone else did anything special for him.”

He credited all of my growth to myself alone, claiming he had done nothing.

“Perhaps his ability to think and act independently is what allowed him to grow like this. His martial prowess goes without saying, and his wisdom, sense of justice, and even his appearance….”

Glen’s voice, which had started calmly, gradually grew heated and quickened.

“Uncle?”
“Old Man?”

Chamber and Ogram tilted their heads in confusion as they looked at Glen Zigheart. This was a side of him they’d never seen before, and they appeared equally bewildered.

“Ahem!”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat and fell silent.

“Well, in any case, that’s just how it is.”

Though no one quite understood what “it” referred to, they all nodded in agreement since Glen Zigheart had spoken.

“Since there’s only one Expert-tier semifinal match and Martha Zigheart has sustained injuries, we’ll begin the Master-tier semifinals first instead of proceeding directly to the Expert-tier finals!”

The Announcer declared that he would start the Master-tier semifinals first to give Martha Zigheart some recovery time.

“Oh, so we’ll get to see Raon—the one with the mad mind and the mad face—right away?”

Chamber smiled wickedly and leaned forward to gaze at Raon.

“Kahahaha!”

Ogram burst into raucous laughter and turned his gaze toward Glen Zigheart.

“What a predicament. Even the little one you boast about so much has made it this far, old man.”

He gestured with his chin toward Garona, the True Dragon Water, standing on the opposite side from Raon.

“Clumsy sword thrusts won’t work against that beast.”
“Is that so?”

Glen Zigheart turned to face Ogram with a cold smile.

“Then he’ll simply have to break it without being clumsy.”
“What?”
“Watch closely.”

His crimson eyes gleamed just like Raon’s.

“That kid is going to shatter your son’s show muscles.”

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“Waaaaaaah!”
“Raon! Raon! Raon!”
“Garona! Garona! Garona!”

The spectators in the Sparring Arena chanted the names of the two fighters, waving their hands enthusiastically.

“Phew, I’m nervous. Who’s going to win?”
“This is like a spear versus a boulder.”
“A boulder, not a shield?”
“Garona isn’t just good at defense. One solid hit and the match is over.”
“The same goes for Raon. With the kind of force that shattered Borini Kitten’s sword, Garona won’t be able to withstand it either!”
“Will it be Raon’s sharp blade that brought Matheus and Borini Kitten to their knees, or Garona’s heavy fists that sent everyone flying?”
“Is it a clash of strength versus technique?”
“That’s right. Raon will exploit Garona’s openings.”

The spectators savored the anticipation, expecting this match to be a battle of strength and technique.

‘Strength and technique, huh….’

Raon smiled as I listened to the crowd’s cheers.

‘Unfortunately, I can’t grant that wish.’

What I needed to gain from this fight with Garona wasn’t technical refinement.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Garona flexed his thick, long fingers like the grip of a wooden sword and lifted his head.

“Let me give you a warning.”

He bared his teeth like a beast and laughed.

“If you rely on that toothpick, you’ll be torn to shreds in an instant.”

His words were no lie—a ferocious aura erupted from Garona’s entire body, a terrifying force born from the condensation of ultimate power.

“I have a warning for you as well.”

Raon drew the Heavenly Sword with a cold smile.

“If you underestimate this toothpick, your body will be riddled with holes the size of yourself.”
“Kahahaha! Excellent! Do it if you can!”

Garona pounded his chest repeatedly, as if inviting Raon to try.

“M-Master, are you ready?”

The Announcer had already descended below the Sparring Arena, apparently terrified.

“Start quickly!”
“Yes.”

As Raon and Garona nodded, the Announcer pointed to the sky with trembling hands.

“Then we begin the Master-class Semifinals, Round 1!”

The moment his hand fell, Garona’s form vanished. No—not just Garona, but Raon’s figure was also erased from that spot.

A deafening boom erupted!

A collision of auras exploded at the center of the Sparring Arena, and a terrifying shockwave swept across the entire space.

“Aaahhh!”
“W-What!”
“What kind of wind is this….”

The spectators lowered their heads without being able to open their eyes properly, shielding their bodies.

A violent gust swept through!

The gray smoke blanketing the Sparring Arena dissipated, revealing the two figures locked in combat.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Raon and Garona stood at the center of the Sparring Arena, their immense auras clashing as they engaged in a pure test of strength against strength.

“What, what is this…?”
“Raon isn’t backing down?”
“It’s not technique versus strength—it’s strength versus strength?”
“And he’s not being pushed back. The Legend Sword Association isn’t losing to the True Dragon Water!”

The spectators’ eyes widened as they watched Raon refuse to yield even an inch against Garona’s overwhelming force.

Boom!

Golden sparks erupted endlessly between Raon and Garona as their tremendous forces collided.

“Grrrr….”

I curled my lips into a snarl as I watched Garona growl like a beast.

‘The Beast Alliance’s method of wielding strength. I’ll learn it well.’

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