The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

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Even though he was under the fierce sword’s attack, Raon walked up to him.
He brandished his sword to attack, rather than to defend.

“It’s my turn now.”

Raon’s sword soared up violently, his eyes becoming visible.
His eyes were a crimson color, like the moon in the sky.
The frightening light, without a single trace of wavering, gave him goosebumps.

“Argh!”

Edquill grabbed his sword tightly and slashed diagonally.
It was the sixth technique, which was able to break an opponent’s sword.

 

Wham!

 

When the tremendous power incorporated in the blade was about to swallow the space, Raon rotated his wrist.
His sword shone like a ray of light and smacked the flat of his sword.

 

Clang!

 

The blade wavered violently and Edquill was pushed back to the right.
The aura he had created with all of his might had already disappeared.

“Keuh! You bastard! What was that just now?”

Edquill’s mustache was trembling.

“That powerful sword, twisting the trajectory.”

Raon looked down on him with cold eyes.

“I’ve already finished analyzing your swordsmanship.”

“Bullshit!”

Edquill screamed and rushed at him.
He held his breath and thrust his way through the 7th, 8th and 9th techniques of the Kator Swordsmanship consecutively.

The powerful attacks that vibrated the air were targeting Raon’s neck, his hand dashing fiercely.

 

Clang!

 

The blade, which was rotating like a saw, bounced back once again.

“H-How…?”

Edquill swallowed his spit.
He couldn’t believe he was pushed back despite his aura being faster and more powerful.

“This is impossible! It doesn’t make any sense!”

He kicked the ground and rushed at Raon’s right side.
He targeted his chest and swung his sword from the bottom to the top.
It was the 10th technique, which was the fastest of them all.

However, the attack was snapped before it even reached Raon’s body.
And—

 

Whack!

 

A giddy pain could be felt from his waist, along with the sound of a ball bursting.

“Kuaah!”

Edquill grabbed his ribs and withdrew, his body faltering.

“Wh-What was that?”

“I said it was my turn.”

Raon smiled lightly and swirled his sword.

“Now, try blocking.”

He kicked the ground and pounced at him like a wolf.

“Uha!”

He slashed the 11th technique of the Kator Swordsmanship at Raon, who was dashing at him from the front.
The powerful strike, which could grind a boulder into powder, engulfed the air.

 

Clang!

 

Even though it must’ve been his first time witnessing the technique, Raon remained calm as he advanced.
He looked like he was just flailing his sword around without any form or anything, yet Edquill’s sword was pushed back instead.

 

Clang! Clang!

 

Raon didn’t miss the opportunity, his fierce attacks continuing like a savage beast.
Edquill couldn’t even breathe because of the crimson aura that was falling down like a heavy rain.

“Keuh!”

He tried to hold his ground with everything he had, but Raon kept targeting his weakness.
He was really a demon.

 

Clang!

 

His sword was pushed back in the end.
Raon came up to him and thrust his fist at his abdomen.

 

Whack!

 

Edquill’s body snapped at a 90-degree angle.
His wide eyes looked like they would pop out.

“Keuh!”

“It’s not over yet.”

Raon swung his sword at Edquill before he could regain his posture.

“Huff!”

Edquill hurriedly stepped back and tried to defend himself, but Raon’s sword wasn’t something a sloppy defense could block.

 

Wham! Whaam! Whaaam!

 

Edquill flew away like paper in the wind and rolled on the ground.

“Y-you… Ah!”

He barely managed to stand up, but the sword thrusting at him was even more ferocious.
He felt like he was locked inside a sandstorm alone.

“Kuaah!”

The scream that Edquill had been holding back up to that point burst from him.

‘What the hell is this guy?!’

Every technique of the Kator Swordsmanship had been countered, as if he was really stating the truth when he said that he’d analyzed his swordsmanship.
It felt like a nightmare to Edquill.

 

Tap!

 

His sword had tilted during the short time he was thinking, and Raon’s sword pierced into that opening like a snake.

 

Whack!

 

A mind-blowing pain rose in his left thigh.
It didn’t feel like his bone was broken, so he couldn’t understand how it could be that painful.

“Argh…”

Edquill dragged his unmoving leg and stepped back.
However, Raon had no intention of letting him go—he followed him like a shadow and smacked him with his sword.

 

Whack!

 

His heart tightened each time he crossed swords with Raon.
His teeth clattered in fear that surpassed the pain.
He wanted to give up, but there were too many things at stake and too many people watching.

“Uwaaaah!”

Edquill let his aura explode and held his sword with two hands.
Using all of his remaining aura, he swung the sword he was holding up to the sky.
It was the Kator Swordsmanship’s final technique, Moon Breaker.

 

Whir!

 

A red line formed on Raon’s blade.
The lines that were tangled up in a disorderly manner spread out at once, radiating with the red light of the evening glow.

 

Creak!

 

The moment it faced that powerful light, his Moon Breaker was crushed and the blade was shattered.

“Keuh!”

The sword flew away, tearing his skin as it slammed into the ground.

“Ah…”

Edquill looked ahead while his chin trembled.
Raon was standing in exactly the same way he had been in the beginning.

“I-I los… Huff!”

As he was about to admit his defeat, Raon covered his mouth.

“There’s no way I can tell what others are thinking.
However…”

Taking one step closer to him, he smiled coldly.

“The moment you admit it, you have to take responsibility for it.
Belittling the fellow soldiers that have fought alongside you with their lives on the line was a no go, even from a recruit’s perspective.”

“Wait! I los… Kuah!”

Raon smacked Edquill’s face with his fist.

With a rock-shattering sound, Edquill’s teeth popped out like corn.
His blank face slowly turned with unfocused eyes before he collapsed on his back.

Raon walked in front of the Snow Strikers, holding his sword as it radiated a deadly light.

“If you have any complaints, step forward now.
I’ll listen to you.”

Hearing his cold voice, which felt like ice passing over their shoulders, the Snow Strikers trembled.

Their eyes were fixated on Edquill, whose blood was flowing from his mouth.
Obviously, no one stepped up.

This is exactly the future the King of Essence has foreseen.

Wrath snickered, looking at the unconscious Edquill.

 

* * *

 

Raon woke Edquill up.
He quickly regained consciousness, but he couldn’t even look straight at him anymore because of the pain and fear he felt.

It looked like he was extremely shocked by the way he shattered his powerful sword with the Fangs of Insanity, cutting through both his sword and aura with the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation’s technique.

“Vice-commander.”

Leaving the trembling Edquill behind, he walked up to Terian.

“Ah, yes.”

Terian’s eyes were trembling violently, as he hadn’t expected such a one-sided victory.

“Is that really okay?”

“It was a bet, and the terms have to be upheld.
Having people like them ruining the mood will only spoil the morale.
Habun Castle won’t be ruined just because the Snow Strikers become scouts, so you don’t need to worry about it.”

“I see.”

“Listen, everyone.”

Terian went inside the temporary arena to gather everyone’s attention.

“The duel has ended with Raon’s victory, and the Snow Strikers will be demoted to the scout recruits in accordance with the terms of the bet.
I hope no one has any complaints, as those were the terms everyone agreed upon.”

The Snow Strikers seemed to have a lot of complaints, but they all flinched and turned their heads once Raon glared at them.

“Ah, so they are our juniors! Right?”

Dorian grinned and stood up.
He walked up to the depressed Snow Strikers and took the baggage they gave to the scouts earlier from his belly pocket.

“This is the baggage you need to carry from now on, juniors.”

“Ugh…”

“Damn it!”

The Snow Strikers ground their teeth, looking at the baggage piled up in front of their eyes.

“Ah, there’s one more.”

Dorian giggled and took out four long logs from his belly pocket.

“Wh-What are these?”

“Logs?”

“Wh-Why were there logs in there?”

It wasn’t just the Snow Strikers.
Everyone’s eyes grew wide upon seeing the logs.

“Anyone would carry around some logs to build rafts or houses.”

Dorian shrugged his shoulders.

‘No, they wouldn’t.’

Raon unconsciously shook his head.

“Well, anyway.”

Dorian’s eyes grew unusually cold.

“Carry them carefully, juniors.
Be prepared to die if you get a single scratch on the logs.”

Returning the Snow Strikers warning right back at them, Dorian came back with a refreshed expression.

“Ah, this feels great!”

“You look happy.”

“Well, I did go easy on them.
I initially planned to take out some boulders.”

Dorian snorted, murmuring that he went easy on them.

‘Do you have boulders?’

He also has boulders?