The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 327

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Chapter 327

The Third Prince halted his blade mid-swing, pulling back with deliberate control.

‘Dangerous….’

There was no logical reason for it—merely instinct. The moment I glimpsed the clarity in Martha’s dark eyes, a chill seized me, and I retreated swiftly.

Boom!

The instant I stepped back, Martha’s blade descended like lightning, pulverizing the Sparring Arena floor as if it were a biscuit crushed by a fist. Had I met that strike head-on, my shoulders would have buckled under the sheer force.

“Haah….”

The Third Prince exhaled heavily and lifted his gaze. Martha’s eyes had already shifted back to crimson.

‘What is this?’

It should be a berserk state, shouldn’t it?

The berserk technique used by the warriors of Sian Gorge was a skill of the Savage Bone Unit—granting 1.5 to nearly 2 times increase in physical ability and aura in exchange for losing reason and attacking only the enemy before them.
It was an ability that relied purely on instinctive movement, yet Martha had clearly maintained her rationality.

‘Just what is this woman….’

I had thought Martha’s use of the berserk state would make this easy, but I never expected to be driven into such a corner.

Crash!

Martha planted her foot and charged forward. In the blink of an eye, she closed the distance—a speed that had already transcended human limits.

Clang!

The Third Prince twisted his longsword, deflecting Martha’s descending blade from above.

‘So heavy.’

Even though I managed to deflect the blade, a sharp pain shot through my bones as they nearly shattered. It was a terrifying slash—the kind that could end a life in a single stroke—but her assault was far from over.

Whoooosh!

Martha snapped her lowered sword back up like a rubber band, unleashing a second slash. It was a movement as savage and primal as a beast’s.

‘I can’t deflect this one.’

The change in direction was too swift. I had no choice but to meet it head-on. Gritting my teeth, I summoned my aura to hold the line.

Boom!

The Third Prince clenched his jaw. The impact felt less like a sword strike and more like a hammer blow—my entire body resonated with the force, and my vision swam.

‘But this is as far as she goes.’

With our blades locked in a direct clash, Martha’s sword was now immobilized. Now it was my turn.

Boom!

I raised my center of gravity and thrust my blade forward. A sinister aura-infused slash shot toward Martha’s left shoulder.

“Ugh!”

Martha raised her sword vertically to block the incoming strike aimed at her shoulder.

‘Got her.’

The slash toward her shoulder was a feint—a false technique designed to draw her attention. Once her focus was captured, I unleashed my full power in a devastating slash aimed at her right chest. For Martha, who had activated her berserk state, this was a technique she couldn’t help but fall for.

‘I’ve won… wait!’

The moment I was certain of victory, Martha’s blade traced a semicircle and violently knocked my aura-infused slash away.

“Huh…”

The Third Prince’s eyes widened. Martha’s pupils had already returned to their natural black color. Her gaze gleamed with sharp rationality.

‘It wasn’t a coincidence?’

To maintain reason while using a rampage enhancement of more than double—I had never heard of such a thing, let alone witnessed it. What kind of monster was this?

“Huff….”

Martha’s eyes reddened once more, and her aura swelled outward.

‘Are all members of Zigheart like this?’

Raon had already ascended to a height I could scarcely reach, and Martha—whom I had thought comparable to myself—had completely assimilated the martial techniques of an entirely different faction into her own arsenal.
Zigheart seemed to be populated solely by monsters.

‘Still, I must endure.’

The weakness of rampage enhancement was not merely the loss of reason. The greater the power wielded, the more rapidly stamina and aura were consumed—more than double the normal rate. If I could hold out, victory would surely reveal itself.

‘I cannot lose. Absolutely not!’

This was the Owen Royal Castle, after all.

More than half the spectators were Owen’s citizens. I could not allow myself to collapse ignominiously before my own people.

“Huff….”

The Third Prince lowered his stance and adjusted his grip on his blade. His eyes gleamed with sharp intensity.

‘Even if I must resort to that swordsmanship….’

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Martha bit her tongue hard enough to draw blood.

‘2.5 times amplification is indeed not easy.’

Maintaining reason while in a rampage enhancement state that amplified body and aura by 1.5 times had become second nature, but 2.5 times was another matter entirely.
It felt as though a savage beast were clawing at my mind. The slightest lapse in concentration, and my instincts would consume me whole.

I can’t seem to get my head straight.

To be honest, I never expected to use a 2.5-fold Berserk state. Even the warriors of Sian Gorge only pushed their Berserk to a maximum of 2-fold.

I shattered the concept of 2-fold Berserk because of one insane bastard.

Raon Zigheart.

That lunatic insisted the limit of Berserk couldn’t possibly be 2-fold, and thanks to him using people as test subjects, I managed to reach a 2.5-fold Berserk state.

He even granted me enlightenment.

Originally, using 2.5-fold Berserk meant I couldn’t maintain any sanity at all, but this time, having achieved enlightenment, I could grasp onto a thread of reason, however thin.

That’s why I have to win.

For that fool’s sake.

For Raon, who spent his precious time cultivating me and helping me grow—I absolutely could not lose this duel.

Whoooosh!

Martha stamped the ground with all her might. My vision narrowed as the Third Prince drew closer.
Maintaining my thread-thin sanity, I brought down the Golden Light Slash, a supreme technique of the Golden Lotus Blade.

“Ugh!”

The Third Prince stepped into his footwork and curved his blade to deflect the strike. It was a stance meant to parry the attack.

I couldn’t keep taking his defense.

I focused my mind and twisted the trajectory of the Golden Light Slash. The straight slash bent diagonally, striking at the Third Prince’s opening.

Clang!

Even then, the Third Prince altered his blade mid-strike, minimizing the impact.

“Hah!”

Martha gripped her sword hilt firmly and unfurled the Golden Lotus Blade once more. Her stamina, aura, mental fortitude—all were at their limits. She had to end this, pushing forward on sheer willpower alone.

“Ugh….”

Fortunately, the Third Prince was in no better condition. Unable to move his legs, he wielded his blade with only his upper body.

Boom!

Blade clashed against blade, and brilliant cyan sparks erupted across the Sparring Arena.

Even as they collided, the Third Prince redirected his aura toward the gaps in the Golden Lotus Blade, diminishing the impact. He was tenacious—unnervingly so.

“Hmm….”

The Third Prince’s expression remained composed, but his trembling legs and arms betrayed his exhaustion.

‘This is it….’

Martha drew a deep breath and channeled every ounce of the Titan’s aura into her core. Without leaving a single drop of aura in her energy center, she unleashed the White Flowing Soul.

Crash!

A slashing attack with increased power due to its widened form descended like a flash of light onto the Third Prince’s shoulder, though it lacked the precision and balance of the initial strike.

Crack!

In that instant, blue flames ignited in the Third Prince’s eyes. The sight sent her hair standing on end.

Boom!

The Third Prince planted his trembling legs firmly and thrust his blade forward. Blue currents coalesced along the sword’s edge, and a formidable force beyond mere aura burst forth.

‘Was this his plan all along!’

Even while reeling from her strike, the Third Prince had been waiting for the perfect moment to counterattack. His blade emanated an eerie presence unlike anything she had felt before.

‘No matter—I’m going through!’

Having come this far, tricks and schemes meant nothing. I would meet him head-on with every fiber of my being.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

Martha’s sword strike, brimming with tremendous aura, collided head-on with the Third Prince’s blade, condensed with the pinnacle of his killing intent.
Though inferior in technical refinement, the momentum matched that of a Master.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

Unable to withstand the combined force of Martha and the Third Prince, both their blades shattered from the hilt like glass.

Crack, crack, crack!

Blade fragments wrapped in sword aura scattered in all directions. In this perilous situation where a blind storm of steel had erupted, the two fighters’ responses diverged.

“Ugh!”

The Third Prince panicked and retreated, while Martha pressed forward into the maelstrom of blades.

Boom!

Even as the blade fragments tore through Martha’s cheeks, eyes, and ears, she did not hesitate—she planted her foot forward.

That single step.

That one advance, refusing to yield even in mortal peril, decided the outcome of today’s duel.

Thud!

Martha’s fist, gripping the broken hilt, struck the Third Prince’s temple with devastating force.

“Gasp!”

The Third Prince could not withstand the impact and was hurled from the Sparring Arena, crashing hard to the ground.

“Haa…”

Martha collapsed onto the Sparring Arena, her limbs trembling.

‘I’m… going to die…’

I was so drained that I couldn’t move a single finger. Pain radiated from my head to my toes in a relentless wave, yet strangely, my heart felt remarkably light.

Overwhelmed by exhaustion and agony, I collapsed onto my back. The crystalline sky stretched endlessly above me.

‘Is this the view that fool has always seen?’

Raon never retreated, no matter the circumstances—he always pressed forward.
I had driven myself into the shards of blades because I’d watched that idiot’s back all this time.

‘I’ve been helped again.’

Martha Zigheart smiled with genuine warmth for the first time in ages, releasing the tension from her fist.

“This feels good.”

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-I’ve never seen Beef Girl smile like that before.

Wrath gazed at Martha sprawled on her back, grinning, and smiled himself.

‘Indeed.’

Raon chuckled softly as he watched Martha’s trembling hands.

‘It must feel refreshing.’

Only those who’ve experienced it truly understand. She had poured everything she had into an unfavorable situation and emerged victorious—there was no way her spirit wouldn’t soar.

“Griere de Owen, step back!”

The Announcer’s jaw trembled as he raised his hand.

“After a blood-soaked clash, the victor has been decided! The Six Emperors Duel Tournament Expert Class Champion is Martha Zigheart!”
“Uoooooooooooh!”

At his cry, the spectators who had been holding back erupted in a deafening roar.

“Martha! Martha! Martha!”
“Martha! We knew you could do it!”
“I never thought I’d witness an Expert-level duel that would make my palms sweat!”
“How could such a swordmaster have remained unknown until now! What has Zigheart been doing all this time!”
“Your Highness the Third Prince, thank you for your efforts! You moved us all!”

The spectators showered applause upon both Martha and the Third Prince, who had engaged in such a fierce contest.

“But… something about that…”
“Yeah. S-scary.”
“Charging straight at the blade like that… is she even human?”
“Look at all those sword scars across her face. No human could do that.”

Indeed, a considerable number of spectators trembled as they watched Martha punch through the gaps between the shattered blade fragments.

“A… a rakshasa…”
“A rakshasa? A rakshasa woman? It actually fits perfectly! It rolls off the tongue!”
“The way she let her hair down—she’s a rakshasa incarnate!”
“That’s a great epithet! The Rakshasa Woman Martha!”
“Rakshasa Woman! Rakshasa Woman! Rakshasa Woman!”

Martha’s epithet had been decided. Contrary to her wish for a magnificent name, it was “Rakshasa Woman”—an epithet tinged with fear and dread.

‘To be honest, it was terrifying.’

Charging barehanded through the gaps between blade fragments to throw a punch was something I myself would hesitate to do.
Martha had thrown herself forward without a care for her face, so I understood why the spectators were frightened.

“Well, well.”

I turned to the side at the mischievous, light voice.

Chamber had descended at some point and was wrinkling her nose. She floated through the air toward Martha.

“Your pretty face is ruined.”

Chamber examined Martha’s face and frowned at the sight.

“I don’t usually bother with such things, but I hate seeing gems get damaged.”

As she gently swept her hand across Martha’s face, the sword scars that remained began to shimmer with light. It was like magic that maximized the power of regeneration.

“With just some medicine applied afterward, you’ll be back to normal.”
“Th-thank you so much.”
“Next time, make sure to entertain me well. Both of you.”

Chamber smiled while gently stroking Martha’s hair. She turned back, winked at Raon, and climbed back onto the Platform.

“Hmm….”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched Chamber’s retreating figure.

‘Unexpected.’

Relations between Valcar and Zigheart were at their worst, and Chamber, the transcendent of that place, had a willful personality, so I hadn’t expected her to step forward and offer treatment.

“Sigh.”

Martha exhaled deeply as she descended from the Sparring Arena. She still frowned without paying attention to her face.

“Why do they keep calling me a Charm Girl? It’s so annoying.”
“Because you are one.”
“What?”
“You are.”

Raon pointed at Martha with his finger, just as he had when explaining it to Burren before.

“Apparently it was scary how you’d charge forward with your hair wild and looking like you’d lost your mind.”

I smiled as I spoke words the spectators hadn’t even said.

“You bastard!”

Martha stomped her foot and approached the Spectator Stands.

“Why do I have to be the Rakshasa Woman? Give me something cooler or cuter instead, you idiots!”
“Ooh! She’s a true Rakshasa!”
“I’ve never seen a swordmaster whose epithet fits so perfectly!”
“Since you hate Rakshasa Woman, what about Rakshasa Blade?”
“That’s even better!”
“Rakshasa Blade! Rakshasa Blade! Rakshasa Blade!”

The spectators, energized by Martha’s words and actions, chanted “Rakshasa Blade” with renewed fervor.
Once it reached this point, there was no changing it. Her epithet had been sealed as Rakshasa Blade.

“You want to die?”

Martha, her body still battered, leaped into the Spectator Stands.

“Martha!”
“Ugh!”
“Captain!”

Only after Burren and the rest of the Gwangpung Unit restrained her could they finally calm her down.

“Ah!”

I turned my head at the exclamation. The Third Prince, embedded in the ground, was flushing crimson as he gazed at Martha’s retreating figure.

“Beautiful….”

I closed my eyes and shook my head slowly.

‘There’s truly no sanity left in this world….’

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After a brief period spent repairing the Sparring Arena that Martha and the Third Prince had destroyed, the Announcer stepped forward once more.

“Thank you for your patience! Now, we shall commence the Master-tier finals—the grand conclusion of this lengthy Six Emperors duel tournament!”
“Uooooooooaaaaaaah!”

As the Announcer thrust his fist skyward, the Spectator Stands erupted with a roar that threatened to shatter eardrums.

“Raon! Raon! Raon!”
“We believe in you! Legend Sword Association!”
“Raon! Write us a new history!”
“Blue Moon Swordmaster! Now it falls to you alone! Uphold the honor of the Twelve Continents!”

The spectators waved their hands frantically while chanting the names of those they supported. Where once the name of Blue Moon Swordmaster Cardis had dominated the crowd, now Raon’s name rang louder.

‘Let’s see what happens.’

I rose from my seat, listening to the endless roar of the crowd. As I moved toward the Sparring Arena, Garona appeared and blocked my path.

“Brother.”
“I’m not your brother.”
“I thought Cardis and I would meet in the finals.”

Garona ignored my words and spoke only what he wished to say.

“Cardis is a formidable opponent—one whose victory I could not guarantee. His swordsmanship grows more dangerous with time, like a river becoming the sea. Be cautious.”
“I will.”

I nodded in acknowledgment.

‘I know well enough.’

I understood better than anyone how terrifying and vexing Robert swordsmanship could be.

“You wear the same confident expression as when you fought me.”

Garona patted my shoulder with his massive hand.

“I’ll be waiting right here to see my brother reach the summit.”
“But you’re not my brother….”
“Stay strong!”
“You’re not my….”
“I believe in you!”
“Hey!”

Once again, he didn’t bother listening to the end of my sentence, simply said what he wanted to say, and vanished.

-That massive oaf certainly has a lot to say, doesn’t he.

Wrath clicked his tongue at Garona with evident disdain.

-Indeed, the mouth should remain heavy and still. Countless troubles have arisen from those who speak carelessly. In the Demon Realm, there is a saying that silence is golden….
‘Is that so….’

It was absurd to hear such words from a Demon King who was nothing but a chatterbox.

‘There’s truly not a single normal person around me.’

I exhaled a weary sigh and made my way toward the Sparring Arena. Martha was waiting at the foot of the stairs.

“I’m done.”

Martha, her face and body wrapped thickly in bandages, snorted and let out a sharp breath. That single phrase carried profound meaning.

“Now it’s your turn.”
“Yeah.”

I smiled faintly and brushed past her. No further words were necessary. Not here. Not in this arena. All that mattered was what I showed.

Kadis Robert was already waiting in the Sparring Arena. The moment I saw his face—so strikingly similar to Derus—a cold fury began to churn within me.

“At the Banquet Hall, you mentioned wanting to witness the martial arts of the Legend Sword Association. I never thought that day would actually come.”

Kadis smiled gently and greeted me with a nod.

‘He’s mocking me.’

Not knowing that day would come clearly meant you didn’t expect me to climb this far—a dismissal wrapped in words.

“Meeting only the strong has allowed me to grow and reach the finals through fortunate matchups.”

Raon offered a smooth smile and nodded slightly. Though his words sounded humble, their true meaning was clear: you reached here through easy opponents, unlike me.

“Hmm….”

Cardis’s eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he grasped the hidden meaning.

“Regardless of who wins the finals, Swordmaster Raon will secure a position among the Twelve Continents. Congratulations.”
“I have no intention of placing my name there.”

Raon shook his head firmly.

“What? What do you mean….”

Cardis’s eyes widened in confusion.

“I understand the Twelve Continents are candidates for the next Transcendent. It’s certainly a prestigious title, but I have no intention of stopping there.”

The Twelve Continents was a glorious honor respected everywhere, but it was not where I intended to place my name.

‘I must aim for something higher.’

Rather than becoming a future Transcendent, I wanted to stand at the same level as the current Transcendents, so there was no desire to join the Twelve Continents.

“How should I put it. That’s rather arrogant.”

Cardis bit his lip slightly, his eyes narrowing. His expression was filled with irritation, like a poisoned pufferfish swelling with anger.

“In that case, I cannot afford to lose. Absolutely not.”

As he drew his sword, an immense aura surged forth like waves—clear yet boundless.

“As the spectators desire….”

Raon unsheathed the Heavenly Sword. Lightning crackled in his crimson eyes, contrasting with the silver blade.

“I will write a new chapter in history today.”

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