The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 752

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Chapter 752

The Announcer in a blue suit climbed onto the sand arena, now stained crimson with the blood of countless battles.

“Thank you for your patience!”

As he playfully bowed, the spectators in the Arena erupted with monkey-like shrieks, demanding to see the duel immediately.

“Still so impatient, our guests. Very well. I dislike unnecessary chatter myself, so let us begin at once.”

The Announcer spread both hands wide, savoring the crowd’s reaction, and curled his lips into a smile.

“Allow me to introduce today’s first duel. A warrior of tremendous strength on a three-match winning streak since entering the Arena! The Lion Fighter, Gamurin!”

As the introduction concluded, the iron gate on the left opened, and a muscular youth over two meters tall walked out.
With each step he took, the sand beneath him carved deep furrows from his sheer weight.

“Roooaaarrr!”

Gamurin contorted his face and unleashed a ferocious roar. Despite lacking an aura, a trembling wave of killing intent radiated from his body.

“Her opponent is entering the Arena for the first time today, having devoured a warrior’s fists with her blood techniques—the Blood Drinker, Martha!”

As the Announcer raised his right hand, the iron gate on the right opened, and Martha with dyed crimson hair walked out.
Unlike Gamurin, she approached the center of the duel arena with a composed stride.

“Boooooo!”
“The outcome is too obvious!”
“Why is the matchup so terrible!”
“They’re trying to cheat us again!”
“There’s no way to make money on this!”

The spectators hurled curses at Martha and the Arena, flinging their beer bottles.

“This will be rather dull today.”

Gamurin looked down at Martha, his brow furrowing.

“Why do these bastards have such big mouths?”

Martha snorted, expressing her disdain for talkative fools.

“This rat of a woman?”
“Yaaawn…”

She refused to fall for Gamurin’s provocation, instead letting out a long, deliberate yawn.

“Hey!”

Gamurin gnashed his teeth and called for the Announcer.

“Start now! I’ll show you all the spectacle you’re hoping for!”

He clenched his fists, veins bulging across his knuckles as he threatened to crush Martha’s neck.

“Then let us begin the first duel of the day!”

The moment the Announcer lowered his hand, Gamurin charged forward. He threw a colossal punch with every ounce of his strength, as if intent on obliterating Martha entirely.

BOOM!

Martha didn’t dodge Gamurin’s fist—she stood her ground and took the full impact with her bare body.

“Huh…”

Gamurin’s jaw trembled as he stared at Martha, who hadn’t budged an inch.

“A mosquito bite.”

Martha wiped the blood trickling from her lip and flashed a predatory smile.

“Now it’s my turn?”

She clenched her molars and extended her fist.

CRASH!

Gamurin, who took a punch to his right cheek just like Martha, bounced back like a ball kicked by her foot and tumbled across the sand.

“Ughhhh….”

Gamurin groaned as if struck by tremendous force and couldn’t get up.

“Not done yet?”

Martha flashed a smile reeking of blood as she pummeled Gamurin’s entire body like she was doing laundry.

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!

The sand stained a deeper crimson, and Gamurin sank into the ground, reduced to a bloody pulp.

Silence.

The Arena, which had been filled with frenzy, became as quiet as a Library.

“M-Marang’s victory!”

Even the Announcer, who hadn’t anticipated this outcome, trembled as he raised his hand toward Martha.

“Uwaaaaaa!”

Only then did those who’d lost money, those who’d won, and those who’d been hurling insults erupt in cheers. It was praise from those intoxicated by the fight itself, beyond mere gambling.

“You’re all too loud—shut your mouths!”

Martha waved her hand dismissively and returned through the door she’d entered.

‘Impressive.’

I watched Martha’s back and shook my head in disbelief. I’d expected her to perform well, but this exceeded my expectations.

Especially since her opponent was Gamurin from the Beast Alliance. To have beaten the Beast Alliance’s monster—supposedly supreme in physical prowess—without using aura was truly remarkable. It seemed she could definitely draw the attention of the Holy Sword Association’s Sword Masters and the Black Tower’s Floor Masters.

-Hey, didn’t that beef girl choose the wrong profession?

Wrath blinked, suggesting this suited her far better.

‘Perhaps that’s true.’

Martha seemed well-suited to become the queen of this place and rule Hollam.

“Here. Drink this.”

As I chatted with Wrath, an Arena staff member handed me a black glass vial. It was the poison that erased auras, the one Deningrose had mentioned.

I nodded and swallowed the poison. Before even a minute had passed, my aura vanished completely—I felt nothing at all.

‘However…’

I could neutralize it.

Without even needing to unleash Wrath, I could erase this poison entirely using only the Ring of Fire’s power.

‘I could attack immediately.’

In this state, with my aura seemingly gone, it would be possible to ambush the Organization Master and Sword Master while they were caught off guard.

“Good.”

The Arena staff member confirmed that my aura had disappeared and gave a nod toward the Announcer.

“With excitement still burning! We begin the second duel! His technique is fundamentally different. The lightning-fast Karam, on a six-win streak!”

With the Announcer’s cry, a dried old man who resembled a grasshopper walked into the Duel Arena. Despite the description of his speed, his gait was slow—yet it carried the movement of a master.

“What will this newcomer show us? The Black Fox who toys with enemies like a cunning fox! Amun!”

I walked into the Duel Arena as the cry of “Amun” echoed.

-Puhehehehe!

Wrath laughed at the sight of my hair dyed black.

-A fox! The name suits thee well, knave.

He chuckled about how perfectly fitting the alias was.

“Hmm….”

I ran my fingers through my black hair and smacked my lips.

‘My past life comes to mind.’

With black hair, it felt as though I’d returned to my previous existence. I rotated my wrist, deciding to move with a bit more ferocity.

“Brat. Why don’t you go back and suckle at your mother’s breast?”

Karam stuck his tongue out mockingly.

“Old geezer. Do you even know where your grave will be?”

I looked up at Karam and curled my lips into a smirk.

“Well, if I’m buried here anyway, I’ll just weather away naturally. Doesn’t matter.”
“You little brat….”
“You old fossil?”

Since Martha remained taciturn, I deliberately rolled my tongue and mocked my opponent.

“Grrr…”

Karam’s face flushed crimson, clearly frustrated at falling for the psychological warfare.

“Ahahaha! Things are heating up before the duel even begins!”

The Announcer chuckled with amusement and raised his hand.

“Then let the second duel commence!”

The moment his hand dropped, Karam moved. Without even channeling his aura, he swept across the arena with footwork faster than most swordsmen.

“It’s too late for regrets now. I’ll strip the flesh from your bones and bury you in the sand!”

Karam let out a demonic laugh as he thrust his spear toward my left chest.

Whoosh!

Raon sidestepped Karam’s assault with a simple twist of his ankle.

“Wh-what…?”

Karam’s eyes widened as if he’d never imagined his attack would fail.

“Save your dancing for the senior center.”

Raon drove his fist into the bewildered Karam’s abdomen.

“Gack!”

Karam coughed blood and tumbled across the ground. Yet the impact didn’t seem severe enough to keep him down—he slowly pushed himself up.

-Why not finish him in one blow?
‘I need to take a different approach than Martha.’

Since Martha had demonstrated overwhelming strength and ferocity, I decided to make speed my primary weapon.

“You bastard!”

Karam charged forward with even greater velocity. I let his strike flow past effortlessly, then drove my fists down against his chest and thigh.

“Ugh…!”

Karam trembled, bent double at the waist. Yet he possessed decent durability.

“Why invite suffering at an age when you should be watching your grandchildren play?”

Raon looked down at Karam and snorted derisively.

“You insolent worm!”

Karam gnashed his teeth and charged forward, thrusting both hands in alternating strikes like a praying mantis. The trajectory was so swift it blurred.

Thud!

Raon didn’t retreat—he simply caught both of Karam’s arms.

“Wh…?”

Karam’s eyes widened in disbelief that his wrist had been caught.

“Next time, look at your opponent before you charge in.”

I smiled faintly and struck Karam’s jaw with the tip of my foot.

Crack!

Karam spat blood and flew backward, embedding himself upside down in the sand.

“Ah, Amun’s victory!”

Perhaps because it was the second time, the Announcer regained his composure faster than before and declared my victory.

“Wooooooo!”
“This is more entertaining than the main event!”
“These rookies are all incredible!”
“Where did these guys come from?”

The spectators cheered and waved their fists in approval. Even those who had lost money were grinning, confirming they were indeed battle fanatics.

-Is this really acceptable?

Wrath trembled as he watched Karam being dragged away with teeth knocked out.

‘It’s fine. They’re all villains anyway.’

I waved my hand, saying there wasn’t a single sane person in this place.

-No matter how I look at it….

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as he alternated his gaze between Karam, me, and the spectators.

-You’re the one who looks like the biggest villain.

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More than a month and a half had passed since I arrived in Hollam.

Thanks to the ample time, the Gwangpung Corps had settled into their positions without suspicion, but the Sword Masters of the Holy Sword Association and the Tower Masters of the Black Tower showed no intention of revealing themselves.

“At this rate, I’m actually going to become the champion!”

Martha ground her teeth and shook her head vigorously.

“When exactly are they coming?”
“You’ve already beaten the champion in popularity.”

I tilted my head. Martha enjoyed far greater popularity in this arena than the champion himself, thanks to her aggressive fighting style and refined appearance.

“The same goes for you!”

Martha wrinkled her nose as she looked at me.

“There are even more crazy people who like you because of your big mouth!”
“Still, not as much as you. Your matches are always sold out.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Ugh, champion this, champion that! I’m sick of it! I want to swing my sword!”

Martha ruffled her hair in frustration, saying she wanted to train properly.

“Rimer! That guy’s having the time of his life at the tavern! Why do we have to suffer!”

She bit her lip enviously, watching Rimer enjoy drinking and gambling while disguised as a human.

“We don’t have much time left. If they don’t show up in two weeks, we’re withdrawing.”

Since we couldn’t wait here indefinitely, we’d arranged to rotate with the next sword unit in two weeks. Whether something happened or not, we had no choice but to leave soon.

Knock, knock.

As I was comforting Martha, a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in?”

It was Dorian. The man employed as staff at the Arena bowed deeply.

“What is it?”

Martha’s voice turned cold since there could be others outside.

“The manager has asked that the two of you come.”

Dorian chuckled, saying there was no need for him to move separately.

“Understood.”
“Another duel?”

Martha and I patted Dorian’s shoulder and headed upstairs.

“Welcome.”

Oberin, the Announcer and manager of this Arena, bowed his head.

“What is this about?”

I gestured with my hand as I looked at Oberin.

“The owner wishes to meet with you.”
“The owner?”

Despite my winning streak, I had never met the Arena’s owner.
It seemed something was finally changing.

“He’s asking me to come?”

Martha frowned, expressing her displeasure.

“Haha, I assure you, you won’t regret going.”

Oberin carefully bowed his head and pointed toward the topmost level of the Arena.

“Let’s go. I hate wasting time.”

I spoke curtly and ascended the staircase first.

“Hmph.”

Martha snorted and reluctantly followed behind me.

“Please, come in.”

As Oberin opened the door to the highest floor, a vast and opulent chamber materialized—one utterly inconceivable for the Lawless Zone.

The walls were lined with pure gold, and priceless paintings and swords adorned each pillar, while countless jewels spread across the chamber like flowers in a garden.
It felt less like an arena in the Lawless Zone and more like the Royal Palace of a great nation.

“Welcome.”

The man seated at the chamber’s center nodded his chin. Every finger bore a ring, each glimmering with a different gemstone.

“I am Togui.”

The man who introduced himself as Togui radiated a savage aura that belied the luxuries surrounding him—the presence of a predator.

‘So this is Togui….’

Once a promising knight of Owen, he had betrayed his comrades and fled, driven by greed for wealth. Here in this desolate land, he had transformed into the monster known as Togui.

‘He’s strong.’

I had assumed indulgence would have weakened him, yet the power I sensed far exceeded my expectations.
Without access to aura, I couldn’t assess him precisely, but he was at least a high-tier Grand Master.

“What did you call us here for?”

Martha regarded Togui with a tilted chin.

“First, sit down.”

Togui offered me a comfortable seat and gestured for me to sit.

“Tsk.”
“You’re being difficult.”

Raon and Martha sat down on the left and right sides, their expressions hardened.

“Since the two of you have been helping me rake in excessive profits, I thought it only proper to offer my thanks. And…”

Togui smacked his lips and spread his hand open.

“I have a proposal for you.”
“A proposal?”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he regarded Togui.

“I’m planning to hold a grand-scale duel this coming weekend. I’d like the two of you to take center stage in that arena.”

Togui pointed at Raon and Martha, twisting his lips into a grin.

“An all-in match where the victor claims everything. Countless people will gather, including VIPs.”

He laughed, saying the money would pile up endlessly.

“That happens every day anyway.”
“No, the compensation is different. I’ll give the winner of that duel ten percent of the total revenue.”

Togui caressed the jeweled ring on his finger, remarking it was enough money to live a lifetime without working.

“Fight with all your might. Or rather, it won’t end until one of you is dead.”

His pupils gleamed with a golden hue like coins.

“So that’s why you haven’t pitted me against him until now.”

Martha’s brow furrowed as she finally understood why Raon and she hadn’t fought.

“You two reeked of money. Jewels can’t be placed in a shabby arena.”

Togui nodded, confirming that I was right.

“I don’t like this ‘VIP’ business.”

I narrowed my eyes at Togui, furrowing my brow.

“Are you asking me to perform tricks in front of people dressed in expensive clothes, clapping as if they’re superior?”
“They’re different from those riffraff. Real money will be coming.”
“Real money?”
“Well, the duel isn’t the main point, but I hate being disrespected.”

Togui slammed his massive hand on the platinum table, saying he wanted to show these distinguished guests a proper fight.

‘That’s certain. It’s them.’

Hearing Togui’s words, I became convinced that the VIPs coming this weekend were the Floor Master of the Black Tower and the Sword Master of the Holy Sword Association.

“I’m pleased. I wanted to kill that bastard with my own hands.”

Martha’s eyes gleamed with bloodlust—this was genuine, not an act.

“I’m satisfied too. There’s no reason to do this without money anyway.”

I nodded, observing Martha’s ferocious expression.

“That’s refreshingly straightforward!”

Togui nodded as if he’d expected this.

“As a celebration, I’ll treat you all today!”

When he clapped his hands, the door opened and alcohol and food came pouring in.

-Ooh, he seems like a good fellow!

Wrath smacked his lips appreciatively, remarking that Togui seemed like a kind man offering free food.

“Enjoy yourselves freely.”

Togui took a long sip of alcohol first, then let out an exaggerated laugh.

‘A good man?’

I tasted the unusually glossy food and drink Togui had offered, then scoffed.

‘No, he’s not a good man—he’s someone who deserves to die.’
-What are you talking about?
‘The food and drink are poisoned.’
-P-poisoned?

Wrath trembled with shock, his shoulders shaking.

‘Not just any poison—one that accumulates madness.’

The food Togui had provided contained Bloodlust Herb, which slowly accumulated madness until it transformed the consumer into a blood-crazed monster. A small amount was harmless, but continued consumption would render one unable to control their mind.
A small amount was fine, but if consumed continuously, one would lose all mental control.

‘I found it suspicious from the moment he mentioned wages.’

There was no way that money-obsessed ghost would share his profits with me. He was hoping that Martha and I would kill each other in our duel.
He was hoping that Martha and I would kill each other in our duel.

‘I’ve made my decision.’

I tore into a chicken leg ravenously, a bloodthirsty smile crossing my face.

‘I’ll erase Togui too.’

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As dawn broke right after the drinking session ended, I told Deningrose about everything that had happened.

“That’s right.”

Deningrose nodded rapidly.

“Given that we’ve detected movements from the Holy Sword Association and the Black Tower, it’s definitely that day.”

She marked the positions of the Holy Sword Association and Black Tower on the map at Hollam with certainty.

“Who’s coming?”
“Well….”

Deningrose exhaled a long sigh and pointed to the markers for the Holy Sword Association and Black Tower.

“Marang came from the Black Tower, and the White Ghost Sword Master moved from the Holy Sword Association.”

She bit her lip and continued.

“Both are Grand Masters of the highest or peak tier.”

Deningrose exhaled heavily, noting the situation had become extremely dangerous.

“We didn’t expect monsters of that caliber to move. Shouldn’t we request reinforcements now….”
“No.”

I shook my head calmly.

“We can handle this ourselves.”
“What? But if you include Togui, that’s three Grand Masters of the highest tier or above! Their subordinates aren’t ordinary either, and their numbers are too vast to count….”

Deningrose’s jaw trembled, as if to say the Gwangpung Corps alone couldn’t possibly succeed.

“If we can’t overcome this, we won’t be able to participate in the battles ahead.”

If the Gwangpung Corps couldn’t resolve this mission, we’d remain mere supporting players in the war against Derus Robert. This mission would be the watershed moment that determined the Gwangpung Corps’ position.
This mission will be the turning point that determines the position of the Gwangpung Corps.

“Then what about the three Grand Masters….”
“The Vice Master will face one of them.”
“But that still leaves two.”

Deningrose trembled at her fingertips, as if that was the biggest problem.

“The two of them….”

I placed my hand on the blade of the Heavenly Sword. My eyes blazed with an intensity that surpassed the rising sun.

“I will cut them down.”

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