The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 488

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Chapter 488

—Well spoken indeed!

Wrath seized my sleeve and shrieked with fury.

—Start with that bastard! The one who hurt our ice cream girl deserves more than death! I want him frozen solid!

He gnashed his teeth, demanding I freeze not only Likri, who had knocked Lunan unconscious, but everyone who had orchestrated this.

Yet unlike Wrath’s fury, the Training Ground—packed with countless spectators—had fallen silent as a library.

“Ah….”
“W-wait, what did he just say?”
“He’s taking on four people alone?”
“That’s not all. Every single person he named is a Master-tier peak cultivator!”
“And they’re disciples of the Divine Continent Five Regions at that….”
“Isn’t that something only a Grand Master could do?”
“Ha, he must be bluffing.”

The spectators turned their gaze toward me. They assumed I was bluffing to participate in this duel, but my eyes remained grave and unwavering.

“H-he seems serious…?”
“So he really intends to fight four against one? Against those monsters?”
“Even with the title of Sword Dragon, this seems impossible….”
“His youth and fame seem to have inflated his confidence beyond reason.”

The crowd frowned, dismissing my declaration as excessive arrogance, regardless of who I was.

“Sigh….”

Heekyukje pressed her forehead and exhaled deeply.

“The warriors Raon has challenged are all Master-tier peak cultivators. They are talents who could break through the Wall and ascend to Grand Master with the right opportunity.”

She shook her head, saying this was an impossible feat.

“I’ll overlook what you said earlier as a slip of the tongue, so please step down….”
“No.”

I turned my gaze away from Heekyuk Je.

“It wasn’t a slip of the tongue.”

I smiled softly as I observed the spectators still reeling in shock.

“You restricted my participation because you feared me, so I can’t simply walk up there either. It’s my own consideration. Please come up without burden.”

I gestured in turn to the three martial artists who hadn’t yet ascended to the Sparring Arena.

‘Just as Deningrose’s information indicated.’

I learned their faces and names thanks to Deningrose.
They were already quite renowned martial artists, but the New Rising Powers likely intended to spread their fame across the entire Continent through this duel tournament today.

‘I can’t simply stand by and watch that happen.’

If I crushed all four of them at once, I could break their wings before the New Rising Powers’ name could soar.
I couldn’t back down for the sake of causing chaos.

“….”
“This bastard….”

The woman wielding the sword quietly closed her eyes, while the martial artist with the spear flared with rage. They seemed to share similar temperaments, befitting disciples of the New Rising Powers.

“Raon!”

Burren’s voice rang out from below the Sparring Arena. He seemed more shocked than anyone else, bewilderment flickering in his eyes.

“You crazy bastard! What are you doing right now!”
“Why are you choosing such a difficult path!”
“Did this guy really get hit in the head with a sword?”

Not only Burren but Dorian and Crain also jumped to their feet, their expressions as if they were watching a madman.

“P-Please stop right now!”

Dorian shook his head uneasily, touching the pouch at his waist.
Despite witnessing many remarkable feats, he seemed to believe that facing four Master-tier warriors simultaneously was beyond reason.

“Lord Raon! Why aren’t you stopping him…?”

He turned to look back, then froze in place.

“Come now, such an opportunity doesn’t present itself every day! The match has progressed so rapidly that you haven’t had a chance to place your bets yet, have you? This is your moment for a life-changing reversal!”

Rimer had already opened a betting table and begun collecting wagers from the crowd.

“Those betting on Raon, step to the right! Those betting on the Divine Continent Five Regions’ warriors, step to the left! Quickly now!”
“Ten gold coins on the Divine Continent Five Regions!”
“I’ll put thirty!”
“Fifty gold coins and this armor as well!”

As the match progressed rapidly, gamblers who hadn’t yet placed their bets crowded around Rimer.

Unsurprisingly, the vast majority wagered on the Divine Continent Five Regions’ disciples. Fewer than one in ten moved toward the right.

“Sigh…”
“Wow…”

Burren and Dorian shook their heads as they watched the energized Rimer.

“That man…”

I closed my eyes. I’d thought he’d been quiet lately, but here he goes again.
I couldn’t fathom how this elf only seemed to exist when gambling was involved.
Still, the current Rimer was somewhat different from before.

BOOM!

The sudden explosion drew all eyes away from Rimer and back to the Training Ground.
Likri, who had remained silent until now, rolled his feet and carved deep footprints into the center of the Sparring Arena.

“You…”

Likri glared at me, his cold eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

“There are limits to how much you can disrespect people. Am I invisible to you?”
“No, I can see you.”

Raon tapped his own eyes with a smile.

“It’s impossible not to see the face of someone whose character is as filthy as their swordsmanship.”
“Filthy? Me?”
“When there’s a significant gap in skill, isn’t it basic courtesy to concede three rounds, even in a duel, just like in instructional sparring?”
“That’s merely consideration. It’s not an obligation we must follow.”
“True enough. However….”

I nodded and lifted my gaze toward the platform where Heekyuk Je stood.

“Didn’t your leader say he opened this duel to help young martial artists build friendships? Is this how you build friendships among yourselves?”
“That, well….”

Likri couldn’t respond and furrowed his brow. Having heard Heekyuk Je’s words himself, he seemed to have nothing to say even if he wanted to.

“So I’m also trying to build friendships in my own way.”

Raon erased his smile and regarded Likri with cold, piercing eyes.

“You should hurry and come up. My patience is running out as we speak.”
“…You’re right that I made a mistake in that regard. But!”

Likri gritted his teeth and placed his hand on the sword hilt.

“I cannot accept such an insult! A three-on-one match? Cancel it right now!”
“How bothersome.”

Rather than at Likri, Raon clicked his tongue while looking down at the three martial artists who still hadn’t lifted themselves from their seats.

“Fine then. I’ll subdue this bastard within ten exchanges. Will you accept the three-on-one duel then?”

When Raon declared he would break Likri in ten exchanges, the eyes of the three martial artists gleamed with fierce intensity.

“Consider it accepted.”

Raon rotated his wrist and turned his gaze toward where the Gwangpung Corps stood.

“Burren.”

I beckoned to Burren, who stood at the front.

“Huh? Oh, yes!”

Burren nodded awkwardly, seemingly not expecting to be called in this situation.

“You deserve a fair chance too. Watch carefully. You’ll be able to gain more than the others.”

Because Likri had climbed so quickly, Burren hadn’t had the opportunity to step into the Sparring Arena.
Since he had run hard as well, I wanted to give him a different reward than Lunan and Martha.

“Hmm….”

Burren seemed to understand what I meant and nodded, gripping his right hand with his left.

“Raon Zigheart….”

As I wore a satisfied smile, Likri’s voice came from behind, grinding his teeth.

“Are you ignoring me!”
“Your voice is loud. You don’t need to shout—I can hear you fine.”

I walked toward Likri, rubbing my ear.

“You’re dying to—”
“Do you have a favorite food?”
“What? What nonsense are you spouting!”
“Just tell me. What food do you like?”
“….”

Likri sent only a murderous glare without answering.

“Can’t even say that? You’re more timid than you look….”
“Whole roasted pork.”
“Whole roasted pork? That’s delicious.”
“Why did you ask what food I like?”

He narrowed his eyes, questioning why Raon would ask about food before a match.

“The kid you knocked unconscious with that kick loves ice cream. Every time he eats breakfast here, he immediately runs off to buy some.”

Raon glanced at Lunan, who was receiving treatment, and drew a small smile.

“He doesn’t show his emotions much, so that moment when he’s genuinely happy is the only time I enjoy watching. There was also the fun of teasing that insect-like creature when it cried out to come along with us.”

His gaze shifted to Wrath, whose face had flushed red at those words.

“But that small happiness disappeared because of you.”
“So what do you want me to do about it…?”
“I’m annoyed.”

Raon’s voice sank into an abyss, as if it were flowing from the underworld itself.

“Come to think of it, ten exchanges is too long.”
“What?”
“I’ll destroy you in three exchanges, just like you did to Lunan.”
“Krrgh!”

Likri’s neck flushed crimson.

“You’re crossing the line.”

His patience had worn thin, and his brows twisted in anger.

“There’s no way I’m leaving here intact…”
“Likri!”

Just as Likri grew more agitated, his face reddening further, Sageomma rose from the platform and called out his name.

“Ah…”

Likri came to his senses, his expression hardening as he bowed his head to Sageomma.

“So this is what you wanted. To provoke me into losing control…”

He turned back toward Raon and gnashed his teeth.

“Whether you’re excited or not doesn’t concern me.”

Raon gazed down at Likri with a chillingly cold stare.

“I’m going to kill you.”

Likri gestured roughly toward the Judge.

“Start already!”

The trembling Judge looked between them in turn.

“Are both of you ready?”
“Ready.”
“Ready.”

He nodded and raised his hand.

“I hereby commence the duel between Raon of Zigheart and Likri of Sablack.”

Before the Judge could lower his hand and descend from the platform, Likri’s left foot moved.

A tremendous boom echoed forth.

Likri’s body surged forward on the wind, a massive roar accompanying his charge. He gripped a longsword in both hands, anchored at his waist in a stance reminiscent of a cavalry thrust.

Yet his charge transcended that of any cavalry unit. The sword multiplied into dozens of trajectories, unleashing a ferocious tempest of aura. It felt like facing a meteor shower.

Raon remained motionless until Likri’s blade descended toward my chest.
I spun the Ring of Fire and, employing Seolhwa’s perception, simply observed.

‘The aura flows roughly, the sword’s trajectory is swift yet infinitely variable. A swordsmanship and footwork suited to that slender frame.’

Tracing every aspect of Likri—the flow of aura, the sword’s path, even the subtle movements of his body—I grasped the hilt of the Heavenly Sword.

A tremendous boom erupted.

I stamped my right foot and drew the Heavenly Sword.

Screeeech!

A shimmering blade of cyan light surged upward with a crystalline ring, climbing along Likri’s raised sword.

Screeeech!

Steel met steel, and the clear ring of collision warped into a grotesque screech that rippled across the Training Ground.

By applying Cyan Rain, I amplified the destructive force of my draw technique while delivering a devastating shock to my opponent’s sensory organs.

“Urrghhhh!”

Likri’s face contorted in agony. The aura coating his blade flickered faintly. I seized that opening and twisted the Heavenly Sword.

Crash!

Likri staggered backward, unable to withstand the shock of my draw technique.
His upper body bent low as he slid backward in retreat. Despite the confusion of his initial attack being blocked, his physical balance remained nearly flawless.

“This ends it.”

I exhaled lightly and stepped into Tae Hwa’s footwork. Space seemed to fold, my vision narrowing as Likri’s distorted expression materialized before me in an instant.

“Where—!”

Likri proved he hadn’t ascended to Master rank’s highest tier by accident. In that fleeting moment, he conjured a sword barrier of pure aura and prepared a counterattack.

‘I’ll shatter that barrier.’

With speed and decisiveness that would allow no room for retaliation.

I thrust the Heavenly Sword upward from its lowered position. Flames from Manhwagong erupted from the blade’s edge, twisting space as they rode the wind.

The fiercely rising aura of crimson fire raked across the fractured arena, carving a scarlet line through the devastation.

Shreeeeek!

The Red Severance, inverted in application. A blade of flame that seemed to cleave the world in half tore through the sword barrier Likri had created. It possessed a speed and sharpness that transcended the Master realm.

“Second exchange.”

I stated flatly that this was my second blade as I raised the Heavenly Sword toward Likri.

“Ugh!”

Likri’s eyes widened as if he hadn’t expected the barrier of strong energy to shatter so easily, but in that brief moment, he’d already prepared to flee again.
Just as he extended his left foot backward to execute a footwork technique, I pressed down on his right foot, which remained planted on the ground.

Craaaaaash!

Likri’s right foot, pinned beneath mine, drove into the ground, and spider-web-like fractures spread across the entire Sparring Arena.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I smirked and brought the Heavenly Sword down from above.

Clang clang clang!

Likri condensed a thick layer of strong energy onto the blade, but it was within my expectations.

Crack!

I wrapped the aura of a Transcendent Warrior around the Heavenly Sword and shattered even his final defense.

“This is the third exchange.”
“Wait, hold on—you used your foot just now….”
“Feet don’t count.”

I laughed coldly and swung the Heavenly Sword faster. The thick aura coating the blade struck Likri’s face with devastating force.

Boom!

A deafening sound erupted—even more bone-chilling than when I’d awakened Seolhwa. Likri plummeted from the Sparring Arena, spitting out all his teeth.

“Guh….”

Blood and foam streamed from Likri’s mouth as his entire body trembled violently from the excruciating pain.

“Lunan will be in more pain, but you won’t be eating grilled meat for a while either. Call it even.”

The moment I shrugged my shoulders, Likri’s head drooped. He couldn’t overcome the pain and appeared to have lost consciousness.

—You’re not killing him?
‘Later.’

I clicked my tongue briefly and shook off the Heavenly Sword. The thin droplets of blood clinging to the blade caught the fading sunlight, casting an iridescent glow.

Shhk.

I slid the Heavenly Sword back into its sheath. Not a soul in the Training Ground spoke until the friction between blade and scabbard ceased.

Click.

Only after the blade disappeared from view did the spectators exhale.

“Uh…”
“He… he really defeated Likri in just three exchanges?”
“Both of them were said to be Master-rank peak! Is this… is this even possible?”
“It… it doesn’t make sense…”
“I can’t even comprehend what’s happening…”

The spectators trembled, their lips quivering as if they’d never imagined such a thing could occur.

“I’ve proven my qualifications now, haven’t I?”

I stood in the center of the fractured Training Ground, looking down at the VIP Seating.

“All of you, come up here.”

I flicked my finger at the wide-eyed disciples of the Divine Continent Five Regions.

“I’ll show you why Zigheart is called the Emperor of the Sword.”

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