The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 382

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Chapter 382

“Raon Zigheart….”

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Trevin Zigheart grinding his teeth. His skin had flushed red with anger.

“Was this entire mess part of your plan with Rimer?”

As expected, Trevin believed that Rimer’s forfeiture was part of the scheme. His pupils gleamed with the humiliation of falling for psychological manipulation.

‘Should I provoke him further?’

It wasn’t bad as it was now, but I wanted to shatter his and the Cheoljeon Unit’s morale a bit more.

“Plan?”

I tilted my head as if asking what he meant.

“You made Rimer forfeit!”
“I never made any such plan.”
“W-what are you saying! Then why did Rimer forfeit!”
“Maybe he wanted to.”
“What?”
“Our unit leader is always doing whatever he wants. He’s a simpleton.”

I lowered my center of gravity and drew the Manhwa Palace. The crimson radiance blooming from the Heavenly Sword’s blade pressed down upon Trevin’s entire body.

“I-I don’t understand! Why would he do such a thing in such an important match….”
“I don’t know what that gambling elf is thinking either.”

In truth, I knew exactly why Rimer had forfeited while holding onto one of the vice leaders, and I had already devised ways to torment him about it, but there was no need to spell it out.

“Hah….”

Trevin was pushed back by the fierce flames I had unleashed, his jaw trembling.

‘S-so everything he said was true?’

This meant that what Rimer had said earlier about rushing out immediately to strike the Gwangpung Unit wasn’t a lie—it was genuine conviction.

‘Damn it….’

It was absurd that the situation had spiraled this far because of one mad elf.
My blood boiled with fury. I wanted to storm into the Elimination Waiting Room and drive my fist straight into Rimer’s face.

Raon watched Trevin’s complexion flush crimson like a heated cauldron and offered a faint smile.

“That man didn’t become the leader of the Mad Dog Squad for nothing. He’s uniquely unhinged among all of us.”

The moment those words left his lips, a formidable aura surged from behind.

“How many times must I say it! It’s Gwangpung, not Mad Dog!”

Burren plunged into the battlefield with a scowl, his fierce wind energy carving a path toward Kamang, the commander of the Cheoljeon Unit’s first division.

“Insane Raon.”

Lunan unfurled waves of frigid energy, blocking the movements of the Cheoljeon swordsmen attempting to shield Kamang.

“You’re the most out of your mind among all of us!”

Martha surged forward with the Titan’s aura blazing, following the path Burren and Lunan had opened.

Kuguguguguuu!

The Gwangpung Unit, their savage ferocity raised to a crescendo, charged at the Cheoljeon Unit in the wake of the three squad leaders.

Kwaaaang!

Both the Gwangpung Unit and the Cheoljeon Unit collided head-on, abandoning all formation—pure force against pure force.

Kyaaaaaang!

As they unleashed torrents of energy against each other, shockwaves erupted across the battlefield in rapid succession.

“You bastards!”

As Kamang, the commander of the Cheoljeon Unit, furrowed his brow and tried to push back the Gwangpung Unit, Martha charged at him and brought her sword down.

“You’re fighting me!”

Martha unleashed a barrage of powerful strikes, refusing to squander the advantage she’d gained from her surprise attack.
Burren and Lunan followed close behind Kamang to support her.

“G-go! Attack! Attack them!”

I tightened my grip on my sword as I heard Dorian’s thin voice commanding the Gwangpung Unit in place of the squad leaders.

“Let’s start a proper dogfight.”

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Rimer pulled a fur hat over his head to conceal his ears and hair. After disguising himself as an ordinary swordsman, he left the Elimination Waiting Room and climbed the hill where spectators had gathered.

“Is… is this really how it’s going?”
“It’s complete chaos.”
“That’s why they call them the Mad Dog Squad instead of the Gwangpung Unit.”
“The Mad Dog Squad really can’t see even an inch ahead.”
“Rimer has made this match incredibly entertaining.”

The spectators burst into laughter as they watched the battlefield descend into pandemonium.
Most preferred the frenzied dogfight to tedious strategic combat, and their faces were flushed with excitement.

“Woooooah!”
“Raon! We believe in you!”
“Trevin! Keep your composure!”
“The Cheoljeon Unit can’t fall behind!”
“Mad Dog Squad! Tear the Cheoljeon Unit apart!”

The spectators now naturally referred to the Gwangpung Unit as the Mad Dog Squad as they cheered them on.

“Heheheh.”

Rimer hummed a cheerful tune as he passed through the spectators and made his way toward the corner of the hill.

“Please… please….”
“If this goes wrong, I won’t even be able to pay rent!”
“How could that bastard Raon come up with such a crazy idea!”
“Damn Trevin! Why didn’t you do anything! You should have seized the opportunity!”

Unlike the delighted spectators, the people gathered here trembled with anxiety, their knuckles white as they gripped their betting slips.

‘Gamblers are always entertaining to watch.’

Rimer passed through the gamblers and caught sight of a blackboard standing at the edge of the hill.

‘Seven times the payout!’

The blackboard displayed that those who bet on the Gwangpung Unit’s victory would receive seven times their wager.

“Hey! Where did you go off to!”

The old man managing the gambling den flashed a toothless grin.

“At this rate, we’ll make a killing! Seven times! Seven times!”

He chuckled, saying that if Raon had turned around the situation that Rimer had messed up.

“I’m watching too.”

Rimer pressed down on the corners of his mouth that were about to break into a smile and clenched his fists tightly.

“It was worth giving up.”

There are two reasons why I forfeited today.

The first was to give the Gale Wind Squad not an easy victory, but a difficult fight to provide them with a stepping stone to grow a bit more, and the second was because of this gamble.

“Because the gambling den won’t close right away with a group match.”

When a Gambling Den operates during a Unit match, unlike other competitions, it doesn’t close before the start and keeps betting open until both sides reveal their strategies to some extent.

Since this gambling den was the same as always, I moved before the betting was finished, caught one of the unit leaders, and forfeited the match.

‘The payout that was 2 to 1 at the start has become 7 to 1. A perfect success.’

Rimer checked the numbers written on the blackboard once more and smiled wickedly.

‘This is truly killing two birds with one stone.’

I helped the Gwangpung Unit grow stronger, and I earned money. It was no different from having your cake and eating it too.

“Trust the Gwangpung Unit!”
“Cheoljeon Unit! Show us the power of your unit!”
“Trevin! Don’t lose to that kid!”

The spectators in front of the gambling den cheered for the Cheoljeon Unit with their faces flushed red, waving their fists.

Rimer wore a satisfied smile as he left the gambling den, then glanced up slightly. From the opposite hill, I felt a killing intent so chilling it made my skin crawl.

‘Is it… a little dangerous…?’

Glen watching from up there was a little—no, extremely dangerous—but I couldn’t pass up such a good opportunity.

‘Well, he wouldn’t actually kill me… right? He really wouldn’t kill me, would he?’

Thinking that Glen might actually kill me at this rate, I put the gambling vouchers into a rubber pouch.

‘I can’t let that happen again.’

I couldn’t repeat that terrible experience in the Owen Kingdom where the gambling vouchers burned to ash. After preparing for Glen’s lightning, I stood at the edge of the hill.

‘My divine providence, my light and salt, my brilliant beacon—Raon.’

I clasped my hands together, watching Raon cross swords with Trevin.

‘I’m counting on you today too!’

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Kamang, the commander of the first unit of the Cheoljeon Unit, gnashed his teeth as he glared at Martha.

“How dare you….”
“That’s the kind of line a third-rate villain would use.”

Martha let out a scoff and brought her greatsword crashing down. The blade descended with brutal force toward the top of Kamang’s head.

Clang!

Kamang flicked his sword as if swatting away an insect, easily deflecting Martha’s strike.

“You don’t know your place!”
“Now that sounds like something a back alley thug would say.”
“Shut your mouth!”

He glared with blazing eyes and charged at Martha. His sword flashed like a beam of light, aiming for her chest.

“Hmph!”

Martha didn’t retreat. She unleashed her Titan’s aura at full power and charged forward instead.

Boom!

Aura clashed against aura, and brilliant blue sparks filled the air.

“You’re the Master? You’re pathetically weak.”

Martha curled her lips into a sneer as she locked blades with Kamang.

“Hah….”

Kamang exhaled sharply, his eyes burning with rage.

“I was planning to finish this quickly and help the Lord, but it seems I have no choice.”

His momentum erupted like a volcano, and a tangible aura burst forth from the sword in his grip. It was the symbol of a Master—strong energy.

Zzzzzzzt!

Kamang’s decisive sword strike cleaved through Martha’s sword energy like tofu.

“Ugh!”

Just as Martha tried to withdraw, Kamang’s powerful blade descended toward her waist, but a green sword energy intercepted it from the right.

Cliiiiing!

Burren groaned as he blocked Kamang’s overwhelming force.

“Ugh! I told you! You can’t handle him alone!”
“Damn it….”

Martha had no time to thank Burren for saving her from that deadly strike as she was pushed backward.

“Even with you, it’s still not enough!”

Kamang scoffed and unleashed his overwhelming force at Burren as well.

Cliiing!

The sword clash was so fast and sharp that the blades turned white, completely dissolving Burren’s sword energy.

“This ends it!”

As Kamang drew his blade horizontally to strike both Martha and Burren simultaneously, a chilling aura erupted from behind—Lunan’s frigid power.

“Hmm!”

Kamang turned around without finishing Martha and Burren, deflecting the torrent of cold that Lunan unleashed.

Cliiik!

Some of the cold that his hands couldn’t block accumulated on him.

“Why did you come!”

Martha clenched her teeth as she looked at Lunan Slion.

“Because Martha is weak.”

Luna nodded at Martha with fierce eyes.

“Who are you calling weak!”
“Martha.”

She pointed at Martha with her finger raised as if asking what she was questioning.

“Don’t disrespect me!”

Kamang melted the frost settling in his hand and charged at Lunan Slion.

Whoooosh!

Lunan Slion tried to slow Kamang’s movements by wielding frost, but he released aura like a master, pushing back the cold before striking down with his sword like lightning.

“Hmm.”

Lunan Slion drew a semicircle with her frost-infused blade to block Kamang’s strike. But overwhelmed by his superior firepower, her sword energy tore like paper.

Screech!

Just as Kamang’s blade was about to embed itself in her shoulder, Burren Zigheart rushed in again and blocked the strike with his sword.

Crack!

His sword energy barely held before beginning to fracture, and this time Martha dove in from Kamang’s left side and brought her blade down.

Boom!

Kamang couldn’t ignore the heavy strike approaching from his left and changed his sword path from attacking Lunan Slion to block Martha’s blade instead.

“Pesky flies…!”

He glared at Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion while his sword hand trembled.

“Where in the world do you find flies as big as this!”

Martha charged forward by pushing off the wall, unleashing a barrage of sword strikes.
A cluster of sword aura formed from Titan’s energy engulfed Kamang’s space.

“We’re not flies—we’re mad dogs.”

Lunan Slion moved to the left flank, supporting Martha’s sword strikes.

Boom!

The two of them had reached the pinnacle of Expert rank, allowing them to withstand the Master’s formidable aura for a brief moment.

“It’s the Gale Wind Unit, not the Mad Dog Squad!”

Burren Zigheart seized the fleeting window they created and unfolded his Cutting Wind Blade from behind Kamang.

Screech!

The north wind wrapped in silver blade light aimed for Kamang’s right arm.

“Ugh!”

Kamang retreated, grinding his teeth, unable to finish Martha this time.

“These filthy bastards….”
“This is actually working.”

Burren smiled faintly as he watched Kamang’s lips tremble in apparent bewilderment.

‘We can actually fight a Master.’

Even at the pinnacle of Expert rank, facing a Master who wielded aura alone was impossible.

But with two of them, they could hold out longer, and with three, they could seize openings and even counterattack. If they continued fighting like this, victory was within reach.

“Why are you the ones attacking!”

Martha stamped her foot. Her eyes blazed crimson as a formidable aura surged forth, transcending the blade itself.
Berserk Fury. The technique that had led her to victory in the Six Emperors’ duel trials ignited once more.

Roooaaarrr!

Martha erupted with savage force, charging toward Kamang. A sword strike descended diagonally with such ferocity that even a Master would struggle to receive it cleanly.

“Tsk.”

Kamang clicked his tongue sharply and retreated. Handling Martha alone posed no problem, but if Burren and Lunan joined the fray, the situation could become perilous.

“Hmm?”

As he evaded the maddened Martha, he observed Burren and Lunan—yet neither moved an inch.

‘Could it be…?’

He narrowed his gaze at Martha. The aura radiating from her Berserk Fury seemed to prevent Burren and Lunan from approaching.

‘An opening!’

Kamang drove forward with renewed force, channeling his maximum strength into his blade.

Shiiiing!

Just as his needle-sharp aura threatened to pierce Martha’s shoulder, her eyes settled into a crystalline clarity like still water.

Booooom!

Martha’s rampant aura condensed upon her blade, colliding violently with his strike.

“This… this wretch…”

He had intended to sever her in one stroke, but Martha’s focused defense kept his blade locked in place.

“Ugh! I hate this, but today I’m the punching bag!”

Blood spilled from her lips as Lunan and Burren surged forward from behind Kamang.

CRAAAAAASH!

The slashing wind that bloomed from Burren’s blade wrapped around the frost that blossomed from Lunan’s sword, striking Kamang’s back with brutal force.

“GAAAAHHH!”

Kamang, befitting a Master, wrapped his aura around his back to defend himself, but the combined strike from Burren and Lunan dealt a tremendous impact—blood sprayed from his mouth. It seemed he had suffered serious internal injuries.

“How despicable, resorting to a combined attack!”

He drew his aura to its maximum with visible irritation, unleashing a barrage of sword strikes toward the three of them. Blade after blade descended like a rain of arrows, covering the empty space above.

CRAAAAAASH!

Lunan stepped forward first. Following the trajectory of her beloved sword Seolhwa, the petals of ice that bloomed dampened the flow and power of his aura.

SHHIIIING!

Burren’s blade followed, unleashing a biting wind in its wake. The razor-sharp slashing wind scraped away the weakened aura like sandpaper.

“UUUAAAHHH!”

Martha drove through the gap between Burren and Lunan, detonating her Titan’s aura. A sword strike blazing with golden light pierced through the dried aura and struck Kamang directly.

“KUGHHHH!”

Kamang could not withstand the combined technique of the three Gwangpung Unit squad leaders. He spat blood a second time and collapsed to the ground.

“Huff… huff…”
“My shoulders are aching.”
“Master, it’s nothing.”

Martha, Burren, and Lunan staggered forward toward Kamang, raising their swords.

“W-wait!”
“Have you ever seen a mad dog listen to people? Die!”

The three of them, lacking the strength to summon their aura, struck Kamang’s back of the head with pure physical force.

Crunch!

With a sound like a pumpkin shattering, Kamang’s head slammed into the ground. He lost consciousness with his eyes rolled back.

“Haa, no wonder Master is Master….”

Martha collapsed in place and surveyed the battlefield. Melee combat was the Gwangpung Unit’s specialty. The entire battlefield was flowing in their favor.

“No, don’t go that way! Go to the right! Please listen!”

Particularly, Dorian, who was the second strongest after the squad leader, was issuing surprisingly competent commands, keeping casualties low.

Martha watched Raon and Trevin fighting at the center of the battlefield and curled her lips upward.

‘Only you’re left now.’

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[Cheoljeon Unit Commander Kamang unable to continue fighting!]
[Cheoljeon Unit Jacob unable to continue fighting!]
[Cheoljeon Unit George unable to continue fighting!]
[Cheoljeon Unit James unable to continue fighting!]
[Gwangpung Unit Crain unable to continue fighting!]
[Cheoljeon Unit Oliver unable to continue fighting!]

Raon heard Judge Harrison’s voice and let a delighted smile cross his face.

‘Everyone did their part perfectly.’

Starting with Commander Kamang, the Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen fell one after another. There was one strange fellow mixed in among them, but it wasn’t worth dwelling on.

“H-how is this possible….”

Trevin swallowed dryly as he continued hearing news of the Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen’s eliminations.

“A mad dog won’t let go once it bites. The best strategy is not to get bitten in the first place.”

I shoved Trevin away with raw strength, then summoned the Manhwagong’s flame spirit.

Whoooosh!

I raised the Heaven-Severing Sword amid the inferno that consumed the entire battlefield. My eyes blazed with light hotter than the flames themselves.

“Let’s end this, commander of the Cheoljeon Unit.”

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