The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 325

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Chapter 325

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

As Raon and Garona exerted their strength against each other, a tremendous pressure crashed down across the entire Sparring Arena.
Five protective barriers shielding the Sparring Arena tore apart, and the thick floor was being ripped away, yet both fighters remained rooted to the ground without budging an inch.

“You….”

Garona’s eyes narrowed in disbelief as he glared at Raon.

“What exactly have you done?”
“What have I done?”

Raon answered with a composed smile.

“You’re not using aura right now—you’re withstanding this with pure physical strength!”
“So?”
“It’s impossible for someone with such a small frame to endure my power!”

He let out a roar that seemed to shatter eardrums and stomped down with his true force. Using his towering frame of over two meters, he bore down on Raon from above.

“Ugh….”

Raon swallowed a groan and poured more strength into his wavering legs.

‘This is a power I’ve never experienced before.’

Without employing any martial techniques, merely pressing down with raw strength, yet the pain felt as though my bones were being crushed. It was like facing an ogre in a test of pure power.

“Back down. That’s enough.”

Garona’s eyes blazed with savagery as the force bearing down intensified further.
The rumors that he had torn a Drake’s throat with his bare hands seemed to be true—the Sparring Arena was being compressed, and my feet began to sink into the floor.

“If you keep stubbornly resisting, you’ll be crushed to pulp before you even get a chance to swing that little stick.”
“Is this your full strength?”
“What?”
“If this is all you have, I’m disappointed.”

Despite Garona’s overwhelming pressure causing my hands to tremble, I refused to let my smile fade.

“Spouting bravado while you’re about to be crushed!”

Garona’s eyes twisted with savage intensity.

“Is it because of this cheering?”

He glanced around at the Spectator Seats where the crowd was calling out my name, his lips curling upward.

“Let me offer you some advice as a senior. Fame and popularity are poison that kill warriors.”
“Poison?”
“When you become intoxicated by the roar and praise of the masses, you lose sight of your own limitations. You fail to distinguish between what you should do and what you shouldn’t. Just like you are now.”

Between the ferocity blooming in Garona’s pupils, a glimmer of intellect emerged.

“Unfortunately, this is where your story ends.”

The power radiating from his brutish grip exploded once more. My skin felt as though it would be torn away, and a shock reverberated through my entire skeleton as if every bone would shatter.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

To any observer, I appeared to be on the verge of being crushed into oblivion, yet my crimson eyes remained as clear as a spring reflecting the sun.

‘His raw power is exceptional.’

Garona’s strength was devastatingly simple—pure, overwhelming force without technique or special properties. My entire body felt as though it would burst apart under such crushing pressure. It would be no exaggeration to say his power rivaled that of an Ogre Lord rather than a mere Ogre.

‘But….’

That’s not what I want to see.

I didn’t want to witness mere overwhelming force crushing everything in its path—I wanted to observe the movements born from that power itself.

‘If it’s merely raw strength, I’m the stronger one.’

I let out a cold laugh and channeled power into the ball of my left foot. My calf and thigh muscles swelled explosively, the Sparring Arena floor buckled beneath me, and five layers of protective magic shattered simultaneously.

Crack, crack, crack!

I drove my right leg forward and engaged the erector spinae muscles along my spine. As the force surging from my lower body reached my upper body, Garona’s massive hand was pushed back for the first time. Shock flickered across his wild eyes.

“What… what is this…?”
“We’re just getting started.”

I unleashed every ounce of muscular strength and agility I had sealed away within my body.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

With the Heavenly Sword’s blade bearing down like a mountain upon his shoulders, I crushed Garona head-on.

“Ugh…!”

Garona’s enormous hand—easily twice the size of an adult man’s—trembled violently. His knees descended until they nearly touched the ground.

“This… this is impossible!”

Garona clenched his teeth so hard they seemed ready to shatter, his expression one of utter disbelief.

“How can such thin limbs possess such power! Even with perfect aura control, this shouldn’t be possible!”
“Impossible, you say…?”

It wasn’t impossible—it was inevitable. My current strength and agility approached 300, transcending the very limits of humanity. No matter how formidable the physique of a Beast Alliance warrior, none could withstand this.

“I’ve mentioned this before.”
Ugh…!”

I released one hand from the Heavenly Sword with a cold smirk. Even with only one hand pressing down, Garona couldn’t push the blade away.

“My muscles are densely compressed, forged through real combat. Yours are just inflated like balloons—all show and no substance.”
“You bastard…!”

As I pointed at each of our arm muscles with a finger, Garona’s eyes began to burn a fierce crimson.

“In short, mine is combat-hardened muscle. Yours is just for show.”
“Shut your mouth!”

Garona could no longer contain himself and raised both arms. The power that had been extending in a straight line until now twisted into a spiral, unleashing a tremendous impact.

Boom!

With a massive explosion, Raon and Garona were sent flying to opposite ends of the Sparring Arena.

“I don’t know what sorcery you employed, but I acknowledge that your physique surpasses mine.”

Garona bit his lip, positioning his left arm forward and his right arm back as he lowered his stance.

“However, your application is clumsy. I’ll show you that strength alone is not everything.”
“By all means.”

Raon nodded with a smile.

‘Now that’s what I wanted to see.’

I had taken my place here to witness how the supreme physique could be wielded, and he was graciously demonstrating it of his own accord. I could not have been more delighted.

“That irritating smile ends here!”

Garona stomped the ground. His massive frame charging forward seemed to split into three phantom figures.

‘Is this a footwork technique imbued with the mysteries of illusory swordsmanship?’

They all looked equally real.

With such terrifying speed, there was little time to think.

Thud!

I stepped into Taewhailbo. As I tried to retreat leftward by severing the space, Garona’s movement suddenly shifted.
The three phantom images of Garona converged from the left, closing in instantaneously.

Whoosh!

Garona’s fist suddenly filled my vision. In that split second, I relied on the martial foundation I had accumulated through instinctive judgment. It was a fast and vicious punch.

Zzzzzt!

I quickly leaned my waist backward. The shockwave from Garona’s fist felt like it was tearing at my facial skin.

“Fool!”

Garona, unwilling to relinquish his advantage, drove his left elbow straight down.

‘I anticipated that much.’

I pulled my left foot back. As I straightened my waist, I thrust the Jecheon Sword upward, which I had drawn back.

Kuwaaaaang!

The sword infused with aura and the fist collided, and a terrifying shockwave swept through the surroundings.

“Ugh….”

I was pushed backward, my hand holding the Jecheon Sword trembling. Even though I had drawn upon Manhwagong to its extreme, the impact transmitted not just through my hand, but through my entire arm. Had I let up even slightly, my bones would have cracked.

‘Rotation?’

Garona’s fist from the collision just now contained intense rotation. However, it was different from ordinary warrior techniques or spiral force.

‘And that’s not all….’

The peculiarity in Garona’s punch wasn’t just the rotation. His fist strike delivered two impacts.
The moment I withstood the first impact, a second shock immediately followed, resonating through my bones.

‘This is interesting.’

I drew upon the Ring of Fire to its extreme and licked my lips. Footwork that multiplied into three forms, punch techniques infused with strange rotation, and finally two successive impacts—there was more than enough to learn.

“Now your face has lost its composure… you’re smiling?”

Garona twisted his expression upon seeing the smile blooming across my face.

“I’ll end this in one breath!”

He drew in a sharp breath and stomped his foot. He surged forward through the Sparring Arena, which split as if struck by an earthquake. Moving with footwork that split into three forms, he unleashed a colossal fist.

Raon narrowed his eyes and retreated fluidly like flowing water, treading the Taewhasa footwork. In that instant, the three forms of Garona converged at the center, piercing through space at a speed the eye could not follow.

‘The reason he splits into three forms wasn’t something else.’

It was a footwork technique born from instinct and reason combined, designed to respond regardless of which direction the opponent moved.

‘And what makes that possible is….’

Supple ankles.

I observed Garona’s ankles. His thick ankles swayed left and right in alternation, generating smooth rotations.

Garona wasn’t relying solely on aura manipulation—he was maximizing the joints and internal muscles of his ankles to execute this insane speed and transformative footwork.

Whoooosh!

Garona, who had closed the distance in an instant, extended his fist. Blood burst from the back of my hand, which hadn’t even been raised to block, under the pressure that was both swift and devastating.

‘My best option now….’

I drew down the Jecheon Sword and summoned the Manhwagong Hundred Flower Flame Wall. The wall, ablaze with crimson fire, collided with Garona’s fist.

Boom!

The punch, imbued with tremendous rotational force, twisted the flames of the wall, and the second impact that followed pierced through the gap.

Crash!

I couldn’t withstand the second impact and was sent flying backward. I steadied my trembling legs and exhaled a turbid breath.

“Hah….”

Though my insides churned from the tremendous impact, a smile bloomed because I had discerned the secret of the martial technique Garona had displayed.

‘That was also rotation.’

Rotational force and spiral power are elements that increase the potency and penetrating power of martial arts by applying rotation to aura passing through mana circuits. Martial arts operated through similar principles could be found anywhere, but Garona’s was different.

‘Muscle rotation.’

Garona’s fist strike didn’t merely rotate the aura and joints—he rotated the muscles within his waist, shoulders, arms, and wrists. It was a martial art that utilized the rotational force of aura, joints, and muscles all at once.

‘I never even considered muscle rotation.’

To move muscles that naturally rotated one additional time—it was a remarkable technique. My mind blazed with the heat of fresh enlightenment.

Yet not all secrets had been revealed. I still hadn’t grasped how he generated the second impact.

“Persistent bastard!”

Garona surged forward like a flash and drove his fist downward from above. Whether this too was a technique of the Beast Alliance, muscles, wrist, and aura rotated as a shockwave reverberated through to the bone.

The fist strike was simple yet savage, but what I observed wasn’t the strike itself. I had withstood not only the first impact but the second one head-on.

Kuuuuung!

Blood trickled from my lips as I was driven toward the edge of the Sparring Arena. It was inevitable—I had continuously blocked head-on a fist strike with penetrating power that could pierce even strong qi.

‘So that’s it.’

The secret to generating two impacts lay in the fist itself.

When Garona threw his fist strike, he held his hand loosely as if cradling an egg, then at the moment of impact with his opponent, he clenched his fist tightly and detonated his aura to create the second impact. That much was certain.

“Phew….”

I wiped the blood trickling from my lips and straightened my back. Though I had sustained internal injuries, all of Garona’s secrets had been unveiled. A satisfied smile bloomed naturally on my face.

-You. Why aren’t you wearing that ring?

Wrath burst forth from the ice flower bracelet and perched upon my shoulder.

‘The Azure-Red Wheel?’
-Indeed.
‘I didn’t equip it because I wanted to win with my own strength.’
-Hmph. A creature more devilish than demons themselves, yet in strange moments you conduct yourself with honor.

Despite his mocking tone, Wrath seemed pleased, snorting with approval.

-The True Demon King possessed such qualities as well. Equipment? Artifacts? Fine. Excellent, even. But what truly matters is one’s own martial prowess. When the True Demon King dwelled in the Demon Realm….
‘I’m busy right now. Later.’

I swatted Wrath away with the back of my hand and refocused on Garona.

‘The battle isn’t over yet.’

I had grasped the secret of rotational force, but acquiring it was another matter entirely. I needed to continue colliding with him, mastering the subtleties through repeated contact.

‘There’s a sword technique perfect for mimicking this.’

Manhwagong’s Revolving Heaven.

Revolving Heaven was a Manhwagong sword technique that rotated both the wrist and aura to create flames spinning like saw teeth. It was the ideal martial art for acquiring the Beast Alliance’s combat techniques.

“You’re the first to withstand me in a direct clash like this.”

Garona’s expression was ambiguous—frustration mingled with a faint smile.

“I never knew that clashing strength against strength could be this exhilarating. I’m curious to see how much longer you can endure.”

He flexed his fingers, breaking into a broad grin. His expression radiated absolute confidence in his inevitable victory.

Kuoooooo!

Garona spread both hands wide, drawing forth every ounce of his aura. A crimson haze shimmered above his shoulders as boundless power surged forth.

“Now the real battle begins!”

He charged forward at terrifying speed and drove his fist downward.

Kuung!

Raon stepped into the true state and awakened Manhwagong to its extreme. Following Garona’s movements through the ring of fire, he rotated his body, aura, and muscles simultaneously.

A deafening clash erupted.

While Garona retreated three steps, Raon was pushed back seven, his hands trembling from the impact.

It wouldn’t work so easily.

This wasn’t merely a matter of aura manipulation—it was the movement of flesh itself, the precise orchestration of muscle fibers. Such a thing couldn’t be replicated on a whim.

Yet…

I understand the method now.

Though my first attempt had failed, I could sense how Garona moved his muscles.

Aura.

He was using aura to create the delicate movements of his muscles.

“You still have far to go!”

Garona charged again. The ferocious power contained in his extended fist bore down upon my entire frame. Joints and muscles rotating in the same direction, combined with overwhelming force, generated a terrifying shockwave.

“Excellent.”

I licked my lips and ignited crimson flames along the blade of Heavenly Sword.

“Let’s see this through to the end.”

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With each collision between Raon and Garona, the Sparring Arena floor cracked like parched earth.
Though mages continuously cast protective barriers, they were torn asunder in an instant, rendering them meaningless.

“Is… is this a human’s fight?”
“What kind of duel is this…?”
“Why is the Legend Sword Association fighting head-on! They have techniques to evade and exploit openings!”
“Exactly. Why abandon your advantages and fight on Garona’s field?”

The spectators watched Raon engage Garona in direct combat and let out bewildered gasps.

“Did he get caught in some weakness?”
“Look at him. He’s smiling. Absolutely not.”
“He’s insane. This is the first time I’ve seen such a reckless duel…”
“My heart’s pounding. This is what a man’s battle should be!”
“Raon! Hold on to the end!”
“Garona! Don’t you dare lose!”

The crowd roared with voices hoarse from shouting at Raon and Garona as they extended their blades and fists toward each other.

“I didn’t anticipate this development.”

Chamber leaned forward, gazing down at the Sparring Arena.

“Did anyone predict this kind of back-and-forth exchange?”

She turned around to ask, but no one answered.

“Who could have foreseen this?”

King Lecross shook his head as he watched Raon deflect Garona’s fist.

“I thought he’d exploit openings like he did against Borini Kitten, but to think he’d clash head-on with Garona…”

He let out an incredulous laugh.

“The Legend Sword Association’s physical capabilities far exceed my expectations. I can’t fathom how such power emerges from a physique and musculature of that form and size.”

Derus Robert also opened his eyes narrowly as if dumbfounded. However, unlike the other leaders of the Six Emperors, his pupils were coldly sunken.

“Kahahaha!”

Ogram swept his hand across his head and burst into wild laughter.

“That little brat grows more impressive with each passing moment!”

He grinned widely, pointing at Raon as I surged forward and unleashed a spinning slash at Garona.

“He draws forth every ounce of his power and meets the enemy head-on! Simple, yet not everyone possesses such resolve. That one is a true warrior!”

Ogram turned his gaze toward Glen Zigheart.

“Unlike the old man, this child overflows with beast blood. I’m tempted to bring him into the Alliance.”
“Should you attempt that, the Beast Alliance would be erased from this world.”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes grew glacial as he fixed them upon Ogram.

“Your humor has improved!”

Ogram burst into even louder laughter, taking Glen Zigheart’s words as a jest.

“Hmm….”

Sheryl trembled as she sensed the chill emanating from Glen Zigheart.

‘That wasn’t a joke at all….’

While Ogram believed it to be jest, Glen Zigheart spoke with absolute sincerity. Should anyone lay a hand on Raon, the Beast Alliance might truly vanish from existence.

“I commend his small frame standing against Garona without retreating. But that is all.

Ogram’s expression shifted to one of grave seriousness, his earlier laughter forgotten as he observed Raon.

“Garona’s true strength lies not merely in destructive power, but in regeneration and durability. Should they destroy each other from within, it will ultimately be the little one who falls.”

Ogram smacked his lips and leaned back against his chair.

“The victor was decided the moment they clashed head-on. He endures through sheer stubbornness, but he cannot sustain it much longer.”
“Your eyes remain as blind as a knot in wood.”
“What….”
“Observe the child’s blade.”

Glen Zigheart raised a slender finger, directing attention toward Raon.

Whoooosh!

My waist, arms, and wrists executed a peculiar rotation. The flames that had been burning like saw teeth converged upon my blade, coalescing into a crimson sphere as radiant as the sun itself.

“That… that is…?”

Ogram’s jaw trembled as he witnessed my movements, his expression one of utter disbelief.

“Of the Dark Water Clan…?”
“This child’s beginning is slow, but…?”

Glen Zigheart’s lips curved upward in satisfaction.

“His end always points toward victory.”

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