The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 751

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Chapter 751

Whoooosh!

Dozens of sword lights flickered between the gently rising campfire.

I finished my evening meal and smiled faintly as I watched the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen wielding their blades.

‘Now they’re training on their own initiative.’

The Gwangpung Corps of the past would rest after dinner, but now they swung their swords without needing orders. Their mindset toward training had completely transformed.

-Those wretches have keenly felt their own powerlessness through war.

Wrath descended onto my head and wagged his finger.

-If they are subordinates acknowledged by the True Demon King, it is only natural they would stake their lives on training to become stronger.

He nodded emphatically, expressing his confidence in the Gwangpung Corps.

-As I said before, the True Demon King’s subordinates will grow stronger!
‘That’s true. But…’

I chuckled softly, following Wrath’s gaze.

‘What pleases me more than their growing strength is how their way of thinking has changed.’

The Gwangpung Corps had always been passive. They wouldn’t train individually unless ordered, and would scream and flee whenever asked to spar.

But now it’s different. They come forward and request sparring matches, and not a single one skips dawn and night training.
The current Gwangpung Corps had grown tremendously, not just in strength but in spirit as well.

‘Should I help them a bit?’
-Where are you going!

I tried to stand up to offer some guidance, but Wrath blocked my path.

-There’s still food left, isn’t there!

Wrath wagged his tail, insisting that I eat more of the hodgepodge stew before leaving.

‘How bothersome….’

I let out a long sigh and swallowed all the remaining stew.

-Hiya!

Wrath waved his arms and let out an exclamation of delight.

-The char from the fire is deeply embedded in the ingredients! This is the true flavor of sleeping under the stars!

He swayed his tail contentedly.

‘Everyone else changes, but you stay the same….’
-What do you mean?
‘That you seem to enjoy life.’
-Of course! The True Demon King possesses the heart to find joy wherever and whenever!
‘…That wasn’t a compliment.’

I shook my head and approached Lunan Slion, who was generating silver sword light.

“Are you struggling?”

I hadn’t seen Lunan Slion eating bead ice cream recently.
Since she had an affection for bead ice cream even stronger than Wrath’s, I was a bit concerned.

“I’m fine.”

Lunan Slion shook her head calmly, as if it were nothing.

“Actually, I like it.”

She lifted her flushed face, saying that she could feel herself growing with each swing of her sword.

I narrowed my gaze as I observed Lunan Slion, whose fierce eyes concealed barely contained excitement.

‘Lunan’s talent has certainly grown at a remarkable pace.’

Thanks to absorbing Baphomet from within the helmet, Lunan had gained even more exceptional martial prowess.
Her growth rate was now the greatest in the Gwangpung Corps, second only to myself.
It seemed she would be the first to break through the walls of Master’s highest tier and into the Grand Master realm.

“And I have something I must do.”

Lunan exhaled sharply, as if steeling herself to endure despite the difficulty.

“Something you must do?”
“So Father and Mother won’t worry, I have to defeat my brother.”

She pressed her lips together firmly, determined to overcome Siria Slion without relying on anyone’s strength.

“Siria Slion….”

I clicked my tongue as I recalled the Baphomet helmet that Siria had been wearing.

‘That leech of a man.’

Siria had returned from death and targeted me while I was unconscious.
Rimer said he had grown stronger than before, but Lunan, who had directly blocked his blade, seemed confident instead.

“Even as you are now, it will be difficult for you to defeat him alone.”
“I still have to try.”

Lunan shook her head firmly, unlike her usual self.

“My brother changed the way he did because I couldn’t stop him.”
“You couldn’t stop him?”
“I did nothing at all.”

She bit her lip deeply, as if recalling the time she had suffered alone, consumed by fear of Siria.

“If I had overcome my fear and stepped forward then, the outcome would have been different. I cannot change that period now. So I must be the one to end it.”

Lunan grasped her sword again, her eyes reflecting not fear but responsibility and gravity—her spirit had grown as much as her swordsmanship.

-Cough….

Wrath sniffled and wiped his eyes.

-How impressive! The ice cream girl has grown so much!
‘That’s true. Her spirit seems to have developed more than her strength.’
-That’s not all!
‘Hmm?’
-This is the first time I’ve seen the ice cream girl talk so much!

He touched the tip of his nose, saying he never knew Lunan Slion’s voice could be so pleasant.

‘He really is peculiar.’

I pushed away Wrath, who was offering to help Lunan Slion, and extended my hand.

“Lunan Slion.”

I stood before Lunan Slion and nodded.

“If you need help, tell me anytime.”

Even if Lunan Slion wanted to break the Evil Goat Demon himself, I wanted to continue helping him until then.

“Then, this swordplay.”

Lunan Slion accepted the help and shared what he was currently struggling with.

“First, decide the direction your sword wants to go. To take an aggressive stance, how should you move? For a defensive posture, what position should you adopt?….”

I didn’t simply provide answers, but offered guidance that would allow Lunan Slion to think independently and develop.

Yet this scene unfolded not just between us two, but across the entire Gwangpung Corps.
The sword unit itself lived like a single organism, breathing and moving as one.

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Bare Mountain near Hollam in the Lawless Zone.

I gazed upon the city that seemed built from ruins, standing beside a withered tree.

Countless structures rose from the desert’s heart, with the outer buildings appearing so dilapidated they’d crumble at the slightest breeze, while the inner structures towered magnificently like the trading city of Camelrun.

‘Still the same.’

This insane wealth disparity.

Hollam was a desolate land devoid of resources, abandoned even by monsters, let alone people.

Because it was a place where few could survive, those fleeing the Continent had settled here and formed a village, which had now become a haven for lawless ones.

A land without law, without morality, without trust. Where only strength and money held dominion, the wealth gap was more severe than anywhere else on the Continent.

The impoverished dwelled in the ramshackle outer shanties, while monstrous beings overflowing with power and wealth inhabited the glittering inner district. It was the very embodiment of survival of the fittest.

-Survival of the fittest, huh….

Wrath scowled as he gazed down upon Hollam.

-Looks exactly like it. There were places like this in the Demon Realm too.

He swung his round fists dismissively at Hollam.

“Seems like this guy’s enjoying himself.”

Burren Zigheart chuckled softly as he watched Wrath thrashing about.

“Enjoying himself?”
“Isn’t he dancing right now?”

He carefully patted Wrath’s head as the latter fumed.

-D-Dancing? The True Demon King does not dance!

Wrath let out a sharp cry as he glared at Burren Zigheart.

-How dare you, mere eyes, show such disrespect to the Demon King!

He lunged at Burren Zigheart, declaring he would tear out those eyes.

“Yes, yes. I’m happy to see you too.”

Burren Zigheart waved his hand, treating Wrath’s fury as nothing more than affection.

-Krraaaagh!

Wrath screamed, clutching his head in anguish.

-Summon the True Demon King at once! I’ll show that eye-creature what real power is….
“Yeah, you seem excited.”
-You bastard! Who’s excited… cough!

Raon hurled the shrieking Wrath behind him.

“But how are we supposed to get in there?”

Burren Zigheart watched Wrath fly through the air, then pointed toward Hollam.

“If we enter openly, word will spread immediately.”

He furrowed his brow, clearly concerned about his identity being exposed.

“We’ll need to disguise ourselves and move in small groups. But before that….”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he gazed down the mountainside.

“There’s someone I need to meet.”
“Someone you need to meet?”

Rimer tilted his head, hearing this for the first time.

“You wouldn’t know, since you didn’t attend the meeting.”

Raon let out a sigh as he looked at Rimer.

“….”

The other swordsmen gazed at Rimer with pitying eyes.

“D-Don’t look at me like that! I really suffered too!”

Rimer shook his head, saying he had been bedridden for months with serious injuries.

“In any case, we must wait until someone arrives.”

Raon sat with his back against a tree. Chad had said that once they reached this mountain, someone would come to deliver information, so now was the time to wait.

As night fell and darkness deepened, when the heart of Hollam began to glow more brilliantly, a presence was felt from below the mountain.
It was a familiar aura—not one I was sensing for the first time. The Black Market Master’s disciple and Branch Chief Deningrose.

“It’s been a while, Raon.”

Deningrose removed her black hat and bowed her head.

“Branch Chief, how did you….”
“You are my responsibility, Raon.”

She drew an elegant smile, as if it were natural to follow her client.

“This is your first time in Hollam, isn’t it?”

Deningrose looked down at Hollam and clicked her tongue softly.

“Hollam is a land that rejects neither swindlers nor murderers, nor even demons. It accepts anyone. But that doesn’t mean it forgoes inspections. Because criminals gather here, the scrutiny is sharper than anywhere else.”

She shook her head, saying that if they entered as they were, their identities would be exposed immediately.

“So you must disguise yourselves and act the part.”

As Deningrose extended her hand, her escort produced worn and shabby clothes.

“I’ll bring clothes that fit everyone by tomorrow, so please wear these and act like criminals or vagabonds.”
“I have clothes!”

Dorian pulled out old, sand-covered garments from his ship’s pockets.

“What, what is this? Why are there so many!”

Crain let out a whistle of astonishment as he watched Dorian produce more clothes than there were members of the Gwangpung Corps.

“They’re essentials.”

Dorian chuckled and scratched his head sheepishly.

-Krrgh!

Wrath let out an exclamation upon seeing Dorian.

-It’s been so long since I’ve heard that! How delightful!

The creature grinned, noting that it had been quite a while since the wallet had been useful.

“This should be sufficient.”

Deningrose nodded, acknowledging that he had prepared well.

“However, even if we resolve the matter of clothes and acting, there’s still one more problem.”

She raised a finger.

“Your martial power is far too strong. Since there are Grand Masters in Hollam, you’ll be discovered the moment you enter. So….”

Deningrose withdrew two bottles from her bosom.

“The first bottle is a poison that reduces your aura to one-tenth its strength, and the second is its antidote.”

She nodded confidently, stating that it would be impossible to detect unless one were a Transcendent.

“Ugh, I hate both poisons and medicine….”

Rimer furrowed his brow, mentioning that he had consumed nothing but medicine for over a month.

“Understood.”

I nodded and handed the first bottle to Crain.

“Huh…?”

Crain stared blankly at the bottle, blinking slowly.

“You go first, Crain.”
“No, even this! If you’re ordering me as your superior….”
“Stop talking and drink it.”

I pushed the bottle toward him, telling him not to waste time with excuses.

“Ugh, why did I have to provoke him back then….”

Crain regretted the day he had first challenged me during his trainee days as he swallowed the poison contained in the first bottle.
Smoke rose from his body, and his aura diminished to roughly one-tenth of its original strength.

“Gasp!”

Crain trembled with his jaw clenched, alarmed by the sudden loss of his aura.

‘Impressive.’

The fact that I could only sense the hidden aura by simultaneously operating the Ring of Fire and Seolhwa’s senses suggested this was a poison beyond the comprehension of even Grand Master-level practitioners.

“Now drink this as well.”

I handed him the second bottle containing the antidote.

“Y-yes….”

Crain sniffled as he swallowed the antidote. Exactly one minute passed, and his aura returned to its original level.

“One minute. Remember that clearly.”

I made the Gwangpung Corps aware of the one-minute timeframe, then distributed the antidote and detoxification medicine to each of them.

“Where exactly do we need to infiltrate?”

After confirming that all the inspectors’ auras had diminished, I turned back to Deningrose.

“The Arena.”

Deningrose pointed to the largest and most expansive building at the heart of Hollam.

“It appears their previous transactions also took place there.”
“Transactions at the Arena?”

Martha’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Why would they conduct business at the Arena….”

Mark Goeten blinked, equally bewildered.

“Because it’s located in the center of Hollam, they can flee in any direction—north, south, east, or west—and there are numerous secret passages throughout.”

Deningrose curled her lips upward, noting it was the perfect location for clandestine dealings.

“And there are crowds of people there. If something goes wrong during the transaction, they can use the spectators as cover and escape.”

I clicked my tongue briefly. Whether it was the Holy Sword Association or the Black Tower, these were people who viewed human lives as insects. If complications arose, they would undoubtedly use the Arena’s patrons as sacrificial pawns and flee—that much was certain.

“And the most significant reason is….”

Deningrose lowered her fingertip toward the Arena.

“Togui is there.”
“Togui?”
“A former knight of Owen—a man obsessed with money and combat. He abandoned his knighthood solely for wealth.”

She wrinkled her nose, expressing her disdain for such a despicable character.

“Togui will probably act as the intermediary for the transaction between the Black Tower and the Holy Sword Association.”
“And he’ll pocket a commission in the process.”
“Exactly. Togui is a money-obsessed monster. He doesn’t care who the parties are or what’s being traded—as long as the price is right, he’s indifferent.”

Deningrose nodded, affirming that it was indeed the perfect venue for such dealings.

“The transaction will definitely happen there this time.”
“Then we should select someone to participate in the duel at the Arena.”

I smacked my lips as I regarded Deningrose.

“It’s so convenient talking with you, Raon.”

Deningrose let out an exclamation of admiration and nodded.

“Hollam’s Arena is a place where fighters rely purely on physical strength without aura, so it’ll be easy to slip in. Still, to avoid suspicion, we should keep the number of participants small.”

She held up her fingers, suggesting that only two or three people should enter at most.

“I’ll participate for one, and for the other….”
“The more attention they draw, the better. It will divert their focus while they’re conducting the transaction.”

As I glanced back at the Gwangpung Corps, Deningrose’s eyes gleamed with the idea of luring the Tower Master and Sword Master into carelessness.

“Someone who will attract significant attention….”
“Attention….”

Our gazes locked simultaneously on a single person.

“Huh? Why are you looking at me?”

Martha furrowed her brow deeply.

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The Arena of Hollam pursued the collision of flesh against flesh.
It was a pure clash of strength, stripped of weapons and aura, so most participants were men—those who had lived brutal, savage lives.

Into this sacred ground of beasts walked a young woman with flowing red hair.

“What is that…?”
“Tch, the Arena’s getting dirtier these days.”
“Never mind that she’s a woman—she’s too small! Not even a mouthful!”
“This isn’t a tavern, is it? She took a wrong turn!”

The fighters in the waiting room sneered at the Red-haired Woman, hurling crude mockery her way.

Thud.

The Red-haired Woman paid no mind to their jeers and taunts, walking forward with measured, indifferent steps.

“Hey.”

A middle-aged giant, his torso crisscrossed with deep scars, blocked her path.

“This isn’t a place for women. Get out of here and go make appetizers or pour drinks somewhere.”

He thrust his bony fist toward her face, baring his teeth in a grin.
The other fighters erupted in raucous laughter, clearly entertained by the scene.

“Appetizers? This will do, won’t it?”

The Red-haired Woman’s lips curled upward as she bit down on the giant’s fist.

Crunch!

Her teeth and jaw were so powerful that the prominent bone in the giant’s fist was torn clean away. Blood poured from his hand in a gruesome torrent.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

The middle-aged giant clutched his mangled fist, screaming as he writhed across the floor.

Spit.

The red-haired woman spat out the bone she’d been holding between her lips, her golden gaze piercing downward like a blade.

“Not moving? Should I pluck out those eyes of yours too?”
“U-ugh….”

The middle-aged giant trembled violently, lowering his gaze as he stumbled backward.

“Insects.”

The red-haired woman sneered at the now-silent waiting room and claimed a seat in the innermost corner.

‘I gave the order, but….’

Raon, watching from behind, felt his lips quiver.

‘She’s too good at this.’
-S-scary….

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