The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 384

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Chapter 384

The white spear shot from my entire body collided with Trevin’s breath of the fire dragon.
White and red. Auras of starkly contrasting colors stretched forth, targeting the enemy’s heart.

Kuguguguguung!

Tremendous energy condensed at the center of the battlefield, and the very axis of the earth began to crumble.
Even as the Urban Training Ground itself was being crushed, Raon and Trevin refused to yield.

Zzzzzzick!

Raon gripped the Heavenly Sword tightly as he watched the waves of aura distorting each other.

‘This won’t be enough.’

Trevin had poured all his power into his sword strike, so it wouldn’t break easily. To defeat him, I needed to push forward one step further.

Kuwaaaaang!

The moment I lowered my center of gravity to prepare the next technique, the cutting edge of the Iron Sword and the Flame Dragon Breath exploded simultaneously, creating a tremendous shockwave.
The aura storm that had barely subsided surged upward even more violently.

‘Now!’

I kicked off the crumbling earth. Operating the Ring of Fire and Manhwagong at maximum intensity, I plunged into the aura storm.

Chiiiiik!

My shoulders and waist were torn by the aura, and blood flowed, but I paid no mind and charged forward.

‘I’ll end this right now… What?’

A white flash shot from the opposite direction. It was Trevin. He too was charging through the aura storm.

“I anticipated you would charge forward!”

Trevin advanced with a cold smile, his blade thrusting forward. It was the same Iron Sword technique I’d witnessed before, yet now it carried greater speed and a keener edge.

‘He’s grown stronger.’

Through this battle, Trevin had clearly evolved as well.

“I’m getting tired of this.”

I laughed refreshingly and released the seal on the Heavenly Demon Sword I’d prepared. Like a predator hidden in darkness, revealing its sharp fangs, the blade emerged.

Clang!

The Heavenly Demon Sword and Trevin’s blade intertwined like serpents and vines before snapping apart to either side.

Boom!

I absorbed the impact by flicking my wrist, then kicked off the crumbling earth with my right foot and charged toward Trevin.

“Ugh!”

Even as he was pushed back, Trevin thrust his blade again. Whether it was obsession with victory or reluctance to end this fight, his willpower was remarkable.

Whoosh!

I dodged his blade targeting my right arm by a hair’s breadth, then brought the Heavenly Demon Sword down from where I’d held it to my right.

Crash!

Trevin recovered his blade just in time to block, but couldn’t avoid the slash across his shoulder and chest.

“Gah!”

He rolled backward and retreated, then lifted his head. Despite the numerous wounds and depleted aura, his eyes remained unyielding.

“Not yet.

Trevin staggered to his feet and raised his blade. His legs and waist trembled, yet mysteriously, his sword remained steady.

“My blade hasn’t been broken yet.”

He thrust his sword forward. Though his aura and stamina had clearly been depleted, a chill ran down my spine. The most dangerous presence I’d felt yet.

-That bastard.

Wrath climbed onto my bracelet and smacked his lips.

-His skills are pathetic, but he’s a decent human nonetheless.
‘That’s right.’

I nodded firmly.

‘He lacks nothing—not in strength, not in spirit, not in resolve.’

Trevin Zigheart never insulted his opponent, never resorted to cowardice, and fought with everything he had within the constraints of the match. It was hard to believe such a warrior belonged to the Main Lineage, the same as Karun.
I couldn’t believe that such an uncultured person was of the same Main Lineage as Karun.

‘Enough.’
Back off.

I knocked Wrath away as he muttered that he wished the pie had baked well, and picked up the Heavenly Sword.

“Indeed.”
“I suppose so.”

Trevin nodded and looked at his sword.

“I’ll be using Gwang Ryu Sa Il from the Radiant Sword technique.”
I will use the technique called Guangryusa from Gwangazeom.

Raon nodded and stood face to face with Trevin. As they pointed their swords at each other, stone fragments swept up by the storm of River energy fell down.

Percussion.

The moment the sound of the stone fragment hitting the ground rang out, Raon and Trevin drew their swords toward each other.

Beep!

By coincidence, both were thrusts. The sword strike aimed at the opponent’s shoulder shot forth as a beam of light.

Clang!

Thin blade met thin blade in a violent collision.

Screech!

The evenly matched contest of strength tilted in my favor. It wasn’t a difference in aura or raw power—it was the gap in sword training.

Crack!

My Celestial Sword shattered Trevin’s blade and drove through his shoulder.

“Ugh!”

Trevin gasped and fell to one knee. He lifted his head, trembling across his entire body as if his strength had been spent, yet he smiled. He seemed satisfied with this battle.

“Your blade was faster and sharper than mine.”

Once again, an honest and clean acknowledgment. Despite his cold demeanor, Trevin was a warrior who understood honor and integrity.

“Hmm….”

I lowered my Celestial Sword and bit my lip.

‘This won’t do.’

Originally, I had planned to concede just before victory—raising my evaluation in the test while sabotaging Rimer’s wager.

But if I conceded now, I would be disrespecting Trevin, who had clashed blade against blade, heart against heart. My hand wouldn’t rise to do it.

‘That’s right. I can’t mock someone like this.’

I had met a warrior I genuinely respected for the first time in a while. I couldn’t turn him into a laughingstock.
Especially not by becoming like Rimer just to defeat him. That would be foolish.

I turned to look back. The Gwangpung Unit swordsmen, who had stepped back, nodded in understanding at the situation.

-That is the right choice.

Wrath snorted and nodded his head.

-Mocking an opponent who came at you seriously is something even demons wouldn’t do.

Hearing his words, it seemed demons were more virtuous than humans.

-So you must crush those ears properly.
‘Right. I’ll take his money and rip off his ears.’

I chuckled and nodded.

“Phew….”

Trevin Zigheart raised his hand with a refreshed smile.

“I concede.”

The moment he admitted defeat, Harrison’s voice rang out clearly.

[Iron Formation Commander Trevin Zigheart is unable to continue!]
[The victor of the Urban Training Ground match is the Gwangpung Unit!]

The instant Harrison’s declaration echoed, the Gwangpung Unit raised their hands.

“Uwaaaaaa!”
“We won!”
“We crushed the Iron Formation!”
“Gwangpung Unit! Gwangpung Unit! Gwangpung Unit!”
“Mad Dog! Mad Dog! Mad Dog!”

The Gwangpung Unit and all the spectators surrounding the battlefield erupted in cheers.

“Let me help you up.”
“Mm.”

I extended my hand to Trevin Zigheart, who was still on the ground. He grasped it and pulled himself to his feet.

“I thought I had prepared adequately, but I didn’t expect someone to grow beyond my expectations. If we fight again, I’ll need to set my estimates at least one tier higher.”

Trevin chuckled as he looked at Raon.

“Next? Are you thinking of fighting again?”
“I can’t accept defeat. Thanks to you, I’ve learned something, and I’d like to have a proper match soon.”
“It seems your personality has changed somewhat.”
“That’s thanks to you.”

He laughed, saying he needed to correct his overly cautious nature.

“Of course, I can’t change this nature easily, but I’d like to spar with you from time to time.”

This time, Trevin extended his hand first.

“Of course.”

Raon smiled and grasped his hand. The audience’s roars erupted over their clasped hands.

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“Ahhhhh!”

Glen Zigheart let out a refreshing exclamation as he watched Raon and Trevin shake hands, as if he’d just taken a long drink of beer.
He couldn’t help himself and even clapped, nodding with satisfaction.

“Remember what the Merchant Guild Master said before?”
“Yes? What….”

Adis, who had been smiling at Dorian with eyes wide as saucers, suddenly lifted his head.

“That Raon has the talent to transform people.”
“Ah! That’s right!”
“I think I’m seeing it now too.”

Glen Zigheart gazed down at Raon with a soft smile that seemed to melt like butter at his touch.

“Trevin has always been cautious by nature, quick to surrender when circumstances turn unfavorable. Yet it seems that boy has changed through his battles with Raon,”
“I knew my judgment wasn’t mistaken.”

Adis laughed, confident in his ability to read people, if nothing else.

“Roen.”

Glen turned and called out to Roen.

“You recorded everything Raon said just now, didn’t you?”
“Of course. I’ve written it down in the second volume of the Raon Gospel.”

Roen withdrew a pristinely white booklet from his breast pocket and waved it reverently.

“Good. The work is done, so now… hmm?”

Glen’s eyes narrowed as he observed the tall man collecting money from the gamblers first.

“No, the work isn’t finished yet.”

Crimson energy blazed to life in his grasp.

“There’s still someone who needs to die.”
“Hehehehe.”

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“Ha!”

Martha let out a hollow laugh as she looked at Raon.

“To think you’ve grown strong enough to defeat a Master-tier expert…”

Raon had returned from the Owen Kingdom stronger than when he’d sparred there.
In such a short span of time, he’d grown absurdly powerful—watching him felt less like observing a human and more like witnessing a monster.

“I’ve lost my mind, that’s all I can say.”

Burren nodded blankly.

‘I swore I wouldn’t get caught up in that bastard’s pace, yet here I am, bewildered.’

I have no idea where this will end.

At twenty years old, possessing the power to defeat a Master-tier peak warrior would be exceedingly rare even if one searched through the Continent’s long history.
Having such a monster in this era, right beside me—I cannot tell if it’s a blessing or a curse.

“Can I sleep now?”

Lunan rubbed his eyes and nodded. Sleep seemed to matter more to him than the joy of victory.

“Did you hear?”

As the three of them chattered away, Kamang, the commander of the Iron Formation’s first unit, approached.

“Your unit commander and our corps commander will be sparring frequently from now on.”

He narrowed his eyes and thrust his face toward Burren, Martha, and Lunan.

“Next time, we absolutely won’t lose.”
“We’ll win next time too!”
“Next time, I’ll crush you all by myself.”

Burren nodded with his fists clenched, while Martha smiled with unwavering confidence.

“Who?”

Lunan tilted his head, seemingly not recognizing Kamang with his swollen face.

“Grrr….”
“You brats!”

As Kamang ground his teeth in wounded pride, Rimer burst through the crowd of spectators.

“You all did great! I believed in you!”
“….”

The Gwangpung Unit remained silent even as Rimer danced with unbridled enthusiasm.

“Now I realize leaving the battlefield because I trusted you was the right call. Everyone seems to have grown another level.”
“….”
“Why isn’t anyone responding? I did this all for you….”
“What could we possibly say to a unit leader who abandoned his unit?”

I approached Rimer with a cold expression.

“N-No, I didn’t abandon the unit! I forfeited on purpose to train you! Look! The results turned out great!”

Rimer laughed awkwardly, his eyes darting around like a goldfish.

“It was for your coin purse, wasn’t it? With the payout multiplied sevenfold, you must have pocketed quite a few gold coins.”
“That’s not it! I didn’t even go near the gambling den today!”

He waved his hands frantically in denial.

“A dung fly would never pass up dung.”

I scoffed at Rimer.

“Again, dung….”

Rimer swallowed hard and took a step back.

“There’s no proof! I really didn’t….”
“The proof is right here.”

A majestic voice echoed from above. I looked up to see Glen Zigheart descending through the air as if climbing down invisible stairs.

“H-Head of House?”

Rimer’s jaw trembled. Though he’d known Glen was present, he hadn’t expected him to descend directly to this spot.

Snap!

Glen snapped his fingers, and Roen appeared from nowhere, approaching Rimer to place a fur hat on his head and attach a false mustache. It was ghostly craftsmanship.

“That, that’s the guy who bet on the Gwangpung Unit! And he bet the most!”

The toothless Old Man managing the gambling den on the hill screamed.

“W-wait, then….”
“That bastard again!”
“Did he pull another trick?”
“I’ll break his arms….”

Rimer quickly removed the hat and peeled off the mustache, but it was already too late. The people at the gambling den glared at him as if they wanted to kill him.

“I overlooked moderate gambling since it’s good for stress relief, but I cannot ignore match-fixing happening right before my eyes.”
“Ugh….”

At Glen’s dry tone, Rimer shrank like a mouse before a cat.

“I will not sully the battle between the Gwangpung Unit and the Cheoljeon Unit, who fought with all their might, with match-fixing. All gambling conducted today is nullified. And….”

Roen approached Glen and handed over a spatial pouch. It was the pouch Rimer had kept in his possession.

“The gold coins of the Gwangpung Unit commander who attempted match-fixing shall be confiscated to the Family Estate’s Treasury, and the Gwangpung Unit commander himself is suspended from duties for six months.”
“Ah, wait! That’s too severe….”
“It’s not over yet.”

Glen’s hand descended. Following his gesture, a crimson lightning bolt flashed across the clear sky.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Without any warning, a bolt of lightning crashed down onto Rimer’s head.
It wasn’t just once. Glen unleashed three consecutive lightning strikes, crushing Rimer’s entire body.

“Kyaaaaaahhh!”

Wrapped in crimson thunder, Rimer writhed his entire body like a squid roasted over fire, screaming.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

Rimer lay unconscious, his mouth hanging open as he exhaled gray smoke.

“Is he dead?”

While everyone stood frozen in awe of Glen’s overwhelming power, Lunan appeared from somewhere with a twig and poked Rimer’s cheek repeatedly.

Rimer writhed like a fish gasping for air, and black ash smeared across the white twig.

Pat, pat.

Glen brushed off his hands lightly, stepped on Rimer’s soot-blackened back, and walked toward me and Trevin.

“Commander of the Cheoljeon Unit.”
“Yes, sir!”

Trevin straightened his posture and stiffened his jaw.

“Being cautious is certainly a great strength, but it can also become a weakness that causes you to miss crucial opportunities. Sometimes bold decisions yield better results.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Find the balance between them.”
“Thank you!”

Trevin’s face flushed red as he bowed his head, accepting Glen’s counsel. Since he had already realized this himself, the words seemed to resonate even more deeply.

“Commander of the Gwangpung Unit.”
“Yes, sir.”

I lowered my head as I looked at Glen.

“Did you know the Cheoljeon Unit Commander’s personality?”
“Since the preparation period was short, I investigated my opponent first.”
“Short preparation period? What do you mean by that?”
“R-Raon! You shouldn’t say… Gugh!”

Glen silenced Rimer by dropping a small bolt of lightning on him.

“The truth is, I only learned about this match yesterday.”

I explained how I had learned about this test late because of Rimer. The moment my words ended, two bolts of lightning struck down, driving Rimer’s head into the ground.

“Ugh….”

He could no longer even scream, only emitting faint whimpers and the acrid stench of charred flesh.

“Is he really dead?”

Lunan, standing a short distance away, quickly approached and prodded the body with a stick.

“Sigh….”

Glen Zigheart exhaled deeply and turned his gaze toward me.

“To achieve the finest outcome with only the information given in an unforeseen situation—that was excellent judgment.”

His eyes swept across the entire Gale Wind Squad.

“That was a battle that demonstrated courage and resolve. Gale Wind Squad, I congratulate you on passing the first trial on the path to becoming a Corps.”

He locked eyes with me one final time before turning away. He took a single step, and then he vanished from the training ground.

“Woooooaaahhhhh!”
“We passed the first trial!”
“The Gwangpung Corps is within reach!”
“We’re becoming a Corps now!”

The Gale Wind Squad clasped hands together and erupted in cheers.

“Wait.”

I raised my hand, stopping the celebrating squad in their tracks.

“It’s not over yet.”

As I said this, I pointed toward the fallen Rimer.

“Right. That damned unit leader is still here.”

Martha clenched her fists, baring her teeth. A fiercer madness burned in her eyes than before.

“I’m not holding back today either.”

Burren Zigheart’s eyes blazed as he stepped forward, hot breath streaming from his lips.

“I can’t take it anymore! It was truly unbearable!”

Dorian removed the cloth he’d been holding against his nosebleed and exhaled sharply.

“Exactly! Today we’ll definitely crush—”
“You’re out, Crain.”
“Yes…”

Crain, who had been eliminated early, heard my cold voice and promptly buried his face in the ground of his own accord.

“You guys… you guys…”
“Everyone.”

I pointed my finger at Rimer, who was struggling to his feet.

“Crush him.”
“Kill him!”
“Killing is a bit much, Martha.”
“Destroy him!”
“Now that works.”

The entire Gwangpung Unit rushed forward and began trampling Rimer.

“Gaaaaahhh…”

Rimer, who had barely managed to stand, was trampled by his own disciples and driven back into the fractured ground.

“Let us join in.”

At my gesture, Trevin Zigheart nodded.

“Let’s go!”
“Yes!”
“That damned elf ruined everything for us!”
“How dare he disrespect us!”

The Cheoljeon Unit, who had been dejected about not being able to use the meticulously prepared plans, came rushing over and began trampling Rimer.

However, there were still plenty of people who harbored grudges against Rimer.

“You damned bastard!”
“Give me my money back!”
“How the hell did you win that!”
“My seven times return!”
“You’re dead!”

Gamblers who had bet on the Gwangpung Unit and barely recovered their principal came rushing over and began trampling Rimer.

That day, Rimer was trampled by roughly two hundred people, setting a new record in Zigheart. It was serious enough that even Wrath was concerned.

-At this rate, won’t his ears actually get ripped off?
‘Today they can be.’
-Are they modular?

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