The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 753

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Chapter 753

I let out a hollow laugh as I gazed down at the entrance to the Arena.

‘Like a swarm of bees.’

Where were all these people coming from?

The moment the weekend arrived, an uncountable throng of spectators flooded into the Arena.
The fact that they had all journeyed to Hollam just to witness the duel between myself and Martha was almost absurd.

‘Well, we’re both undefeated. People would naturally be curious about who would win.’

Since entering the Arena, Martha and I had achieved overwhelming consecutive victories.
News that two such formidable warriors—strong enough that the champion refused challenges and dragged out matches—were finally facing each other had spread across the entire Continent, so it wasn’t surprising that crowds were converging from all corners.

‘The odds were split evenly, weren’t they.’

Martha overwhelmed her opponents through her savage temperament and raw power, while I subdued my adversaries with psychological warfare laced with mockery and superior speed.
Since our very concepts were fundamentally different, the attention and anticipation were all the greater, and consequently the betting odds reflected this perfectly balanced rivalry.

I twisted my lips as I watched the Blue-haired Middle-aged Man saunter into the Arena.

‘I wonder where that gambler placed his bets.’

Rimer, disguised as a middle-aged nouveau riche, had spent the entire day shuttling between the Gambling House and the Tavern.
Judging by how his face gleamed as if coated with oil, he seemed to be having an excellent time.

-That fool’s skills have improved, I must say.

Wrath cast a disapproving glance toward Rimer.

‘That’s true. It’s quite remarkable.’

Despite spending the entire day indulging in nothing but gambling and drinking, Rimer’s momentum and movements remained composed and steady.
He couldn’t have been training through the night, yet somehow he had grown stronger.

-The True Demon King has said it countless times. After the blood dries from your head, mental cultivation becomes paramount.

Wrath swept his round hand up and down.

-Once you reach Grand Master, you gain as much from mental cultivation as you do from physical training.

He snorted, saying I shouldn’t fixate on just one thing.

-But to grow stronger in such a short span of time… it seems that brat has undergone quite a shift in perspective.

Wrath narrowed his eyes, noting that such changes were no simple matter.

‘A shift in perspective, huh.’

After the sparring match at the Patriarch’s Training Ground, Rimer’s gaze and momentum had clearly transformed.
He still goofed around and shirked his duties, but his mental growth was undeniable.

‘But then…’

I narrowed my eyes as I watched the crowd of spectators gradually dwindle.

‘When are they coming?’

The Arena was packed to bursting with spectators and gamblers, yet not a single member of the Black Tower or the Sword Ghosts from the Holy Sword Association had shown their face.

‘I couldn’t have missed them.’

I had been watching every entrance since the first spectator arrived.
If I hadn’t spotted them, they simply hadn’t arrived yet.

‘They’ll definitely come.’

Togui never lies about money. I activated my Wrath’s Eye and scanned the interior and exterior of the Arena more meticulously.

As the flood of people—like a river bursting through a broken dam—began to slow, a group clad in black robes entered from the left corridor.
Though their auras were suppressed, a damp, foul stench seemed to seep from beneath their garments.

‘They’ve arrived.’

Raon sharpened the tips of his fingers.

‘The Black Tower.’

The Black Tower’s minions reeked with a nauseating stench, even as they concealed their auras like monsters wielding demonic and murderous intent.
But the man standing at the very front emanated neither aura nor odor.

‘Is that Marang?’

Black eyes gleamed between the robes—unsettling enough to raise goosebumps across my skin.
Not human, but something that gazed into darkness itself. Just as Deningrose had described, he was among the elite Grand Masters.

Marang ascended to the top observation deck where Togui waited, paying no mind to the open duel unfolding as a mere appetizer below.
The remaining minions stood their ground like statues.

Raon watched Marang’s back as he climbed the stairs, then shifted his gaze to the right.

‘The Holy Sword Association.’

With footsteps that made every hair on my body stand on end, swordsmen in gray robes entered.
Unlike the Black Tower, they didn’t conceal their faces, and a sharp sword aura radiated from them like honed blades.

‘That must be the White Ghost Sword Master.’

My gaze naturally fell upon the man leading them. His complexion was ghostly pale, and his arms and legs were unnaturally elongated.
From that alien frame, perfectly suited for swordsmanship, I felt the refined sword energy of a master. This man was surely the White Ghost Sword Master of the Holy Sword Association.

‘Powerful.’

An aura of invincibility enveloped his entire being, as if he could cut down anyone who approached.
The White Ghost Sword Master was also an elite Grand Master who didn’t yield to Marang.

-Hmm….

Wrath stroked his chin as he observed the White Ghost Sword Master ascending to the top observation deck.

-To the True Demon King, they’re nothing but insects, but they’re not far below your level. Can you truly capture all three of them?

He narrowed his eyes with suspicion.

‘Not three, but two. And….’

I looked up at the observation tower and licked my lips.

‘If I can’t manage even that much, I should give up on revenge altogether.’

Derus Robert was a monster who had risen to the very pinnacle among transcendents.
To break him, I would need to continuously challenge myself with increasingly difficult tasks.

I etched the combat power and movements of Marang, the White Ghost Sword Master, and Togui into my mind before returning to the Waiting Room.

“You’ve arrived!”

Dorian, who had been waiting in the Waiting Room, bowed his head.

“The duel will begin shortly, so please prepare yourself.”

He relayed the manager’s words and stepped closer.

“And Deningrose said all the beasts have arrived.”

Deningrose was the rose, and the beasts were the Gwangpung Corps. It meant all personnel were standing by in their designated positions.

“You distributed all the antidotes, right?”

I gestured at Dorian with a slight nod of my chin.

“Yes.”

Dorian nodded quickly.

“Then tell them to drink it just before my duel with Martha begins, as planned.”
“Phew, understood….”

He clutched his heaving chest and exhaled a long breath.

“What’s wrong?”
“I’m, I’m a bit anxious. I’m not sure if I can do this well….”

Dorian grasped his left wrist with his right hand and smacked his lips.

“It’s fine.”

I shook my head calmly.

“Remember the training you’ve been doing.”
“Hmm!”

Dorian wiped the cold sweat dripping from his forehead and nodded fiercely.

“Suddenly feeling confident, are we?”

He nodded, saying he was fine now, and left the Waiting Room.

-So the fool doubts himself, but you don’t doubt him.

Wrath exhaled softly as he watched Dorian leave without saying a word, trusting in me.

“Then I need to live up to that trust.”

I flexed my fingers and bit my lip.

“And he’s not a fool, I told you.”
-You’re the one treating him like a fool!
‘….’

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“It’s been a while for both of you.”

Togui welcomed Marang and the White Ghost Sword Master with both arms spread wide.

“Welcome to Hollam.”

He spoke with the authority of a king, as though the Lawless Zone of Hollam were his own domain.

“….”

Marang glanced over Togui briefly, then sat down on the right side without saying a word.
Even with his hands clasped together, there wasn’t a single opening in his posture.

“Your collection of gems has grown.”

The White Ghost Sword Master settled into the left seat, his voice carrying the metallic ring of steel.
He kept his hand resting on his sword hilt, ready to draw at any moment, and gave a slight nod.

“I enjoy money, but I despise simply hoarding it.”

Togui laughed while adjusting the rings adorning all ten of his fingers. He poured drinks for both Marang and the White Ghost Sword Master before taking his own seat.

“….”
“I’m on a mission, so I’ll have to decline.”

Marang didn’t even glance at the drink, and the White Ghost Sword Master pushed his cup forward without hesitation.

“How narrow-minded of you.”

Togui muttered that there was no poison in it and drained his own cup first.

“Why did you call us today? You had time last week too, didn’t you?”

The White Ghost Sword Master narrowed his eyes, watching the alcohol swirl gently in the cup.

“Today our arena’s greatest fighters are facing off. An enormous sum of money is riding on it.”

Togui set down his cup and turned his gaze toward the arena below the observation platform.

“It’s nice when money comes in all at once, isn’t it?”

He chuckled, saying that ordinary income no longer satisfied him.

“A pathetic reason.”

The White Ghost Sword Master clicked his tongue while following Togui’s gaze to observe Raon and Martha standing in the Duel Arena.

“Natural bone structure.”

He assessed Raon and Martha’s physical talents at a glance and smacked his lips.

“….”

Marang kept his gaze fixed forward without turning his head, as if nothing interested him beyond the transaction.

“That’s right. Both of them are born with perfect bone structure.”

Togui rubbed his palms together and nodded.

“How much can you offer for two corpses of that caliber?”

He gestured toward Marang with a flick of his fingers.

“Two?”

The White Ghost Sword Master narrowed his eyes.

“Isn’t one supposed to walk out alive?”
“Ah, sometimes they fight so intensely that both end up dead.”

Togui laughed, saying it seemed likely to happen by chance.

“You’ve used a trick.”

The White Ghost Sword Master snorted and pushed his cup further away.

“Don’t worry. I don’t lay a hand on regular customers who bring in the money.”

Togui waved his hand reassuringly and looked toward Marang.

“I’ve sealed their aura with poison, so we can extract an enormous amount of life force. What do you think?”
“….”

Only then did Marang’s gaze lower toward the viewing platform below. A faint glimmer reflected in his darkened eyes.

“One thousand.”

Marang stated the amount of gold coins without the slightest hesitation.

“Call. Now that’s refreshing.”

Togui clapped his hands together approvingly.

“Then let’s proceed with the trade after watching the duel. Today we might witness something spectacular….”
“Not interested.”

Marang shook his head, dismissing the duel entirely. He withdrew a worn manuscript and a long sword from his subspace.

“Holy Martial Sword Scripture, Chanra Sword.”

He fixed the White Ghost Sword Master with an impatient gaze, urging him to proceed with the transaction.

“Still as impatient as ever, I see.”

The White Ghost Sword Master kept his eyes on the sword manual while retrieving a necklace with a bead the size of a thumb attached to it.
Within the bead, white and black mists clashed against each other as if devouring one another.

“This is the Black and White Lord Orb you’ve been seeking.”

He carefully placed the necklace on the table.

Goooooh!

Marang’s eyes, which had seemed devoid of emotion, suddenly gleamed with pure, dark desire.

“Money truly is the greatest spectacle of all.”

Togui chuckled softly and stretched out both hands to gather the manuscript, sword, and necklace.

“All genuine articles. I stake my reputation on it.”

He examined the Black and White Lord Orb, the Holy Martial Sword Scripture, and the Chanra Sword in turn, then nodded decisively.

“Then let’s begin the transaction….”

As Togui snapped his fingers as if demanding money, a tremendous roar erupted from the Arena.

“With the three of us here, even a Transcendent would have a hard time approaching.”

Togui laughed, flicking his fingertips downward.

“Let’s watch for a moment.”
“….”

The three men’s gazes turned downward simultaneously.

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Boom!

I deflected Martha’s fist, which carried murderous intent, and lowered my stance.

“Keep going. I’m watching you right now.”

My voice remained calm and composed, contrasting sharply with the intensity of our battle.

“How do you know that?”

Martha furrowed her brow as she aimed a left hook at my jaw.

“I’ve recovered my aura.”
“Recovered it? Already?”

She exhaled sharply, her expression one of disbelief.

“Continuously consuming poison, my body has adapted to it.”

Thanks to the 【Poison Resistance Trait】 and the 【Ring of Fire】, my body had purged the poison on its own without me even wanting it to.
As a result, I was now in perfect condition.

“What about you?”
“About fifty seconds left.”

Martha bit her lip, acknowledging that both she and the Gwangpung Corps needed time.

“Then keep coming. Give it everything you have.”

Raon taunted Martha by wiggling his fingers at her.

“I can’t afford to lose their attention right now.”

I could feel it through my senses—Togui, Marang, and the White Ghost Sword Master were watching the Duel Arena from the top observation deck.
I had to keep their eyes fixed on me and drag out the time until the entire Gwangpung Corps recovered.

“Fine. Let me show you what I’ve gained here!”

Martha gritted her teeth and charged forward, extending her fist. Despite the absence of aura, wind whistled past my ears. Her movements were vicious, as if targeting a mortal enemy.

Thwack!

Raon sidestepped Martha’s assault with light footwork and struck her abdomen with a backhanded blow.

Whoosh!

Martha, who had been charging like a rabid beast, staggered back two steps.

“Aaaahhh!”

Even with my strength controlled, the pain must have been severe, yet she came at me with even greater ferocity, her eyes wild with madness. She looked as though she had forgotten the mission entirely.

-Ugh!

Wrath hid behind me as he watched Martha’s gleaming eyes.

-The… the beef girl has lost her mind!

The creature trembled with fear, his hands shaking.

‘She’s doing perfectly.’

I curled my lips and deflected Martha’s punch, then struck her jaw with the back of my hand.

Gack!

Martha’s brain must have been rattled, yet she didn’t retreat or cease her assault. She was like someone from whom the concepts of pain and fear had been erased.

“Graaahhh!”

Drawing on her accumulated duel experience, Martha unleashed a devastating barrage of strikes. It was remarkable progress, even if it couldn’t be called swordsmanship.

Thud thud thud thud thud!

Silence descended upon the previously chaotic Duel Arena as Martha and I clashed in deadly combat.
Everyone present held their breath, their attention riveted to the fight.

But the warriors actually fighting were absorbed in something other than battle.

“It’s back.”

Martha announced that her aura had recovered, driving her fist into my shoulder.

Boom!

The moment I confirmed Martha’s aura had returned, I rolled my foot and signaled the Gwangpung Corps.

Kaboom!

Upon receiving the signal, the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps triggered explosions throughout the Arena.

“Ahhhhh!”
“What, what is this!”
“Why are there explosions all of a sudden!”

As the spectators who had been focused on the duel screamed and moved, the entire Arena began to shake.

However, the Black Tower’s demons and the Holy Sword Association’s Sword Ghosts who had been waiting on the Second Layer maintained their positions even amid the chaos. Of course, that too had gone according to plan.

“Martha.”

Raon felt the gazes of Togui, Marang, and the White Ghost Sword Master scatter, and he nodded to Martha.

“Got it!”

Martha stomped the ground with all her might. Rather than rushing at Raon, she leaped toward the observation deck at the top floor.

Crash!

Martha’s fist shattered all the glass of the top-floor observation deck, but the Black Tower’s minions and the Holy Sword Association’s Sword Ghosts below blocked her path.

“Who are you!”
“How dare you!”

The moment the minions and Sword Ghosts struck Martha and sent her plummeting, a crimson inferno erupted from beneath the Duel Arena.

Roar!

The swirling flames targeted Togui, Marang, and the White Ghost Sword Master simultaneously, radiating tremendous heat.

“An ambush that won’t turn a profit.”

Togui suppressed the powerful yet obvious flame assault with a sneer, his movements fluid and contemptuous.

“Togui! You bastard!”

The White Ghost Sword Master split the raging flames asunder, grinding his teeth.

“Do I look like the type to resort to such transparent tactics?”

Togui shrugged, denying it was his scheme.

“Nonsense! If not you, then only that sinister bastard… huh?”

The White Ghost Sword Master turned around to search for Marang.

Slash!

A frost-laden demonic blade pierced Marang’s chest, and a divine sword wreathed in flames severed his throat.

Whoooosh!

In the instant the two of us suppressed the surging flames, Marang’s body split into three pieces and burned away.

The moment shock flickered across Togui and the White Ghost Sword Master’s eyes, I turned my back. Golden light blazed within my crimson gaze.

“Next.”

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