The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

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Because Dorian got hit by Raon over and over, he knew what kind of pain and effect each vital point had.
Getting hit on that location made you unable to breathe until you fainted.

‘So, what’s happening right now?’

‘Why did I win just now?’

Dorian swallowed nervously while looking at Raon instead of Belkill, who he’d just defeated.

‘What the hell are you?’

‘What have you done to me!’

 

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Raon chuckled, looking at Dorian’s puzzled expression.

‘You must be confused.’

It wasn’t strange that he was shocked, since he managed to defeat a Golden Crest swordsman that was supposed to be far stronger than him in a single strike despite not believing that he had gotten stronger at all.

The Light Wind members must’ve thought that their skills hadn’t increased at all, but in reality, they’d been getting stronger at a constant rate for the past three months.

Golden Crest was nothing for them, since they managed to endure those hellish times.

“What is this…?”

Garon’s eyes widened, as he didn’t expect that result either.
He was even more surprised, because Belkill—who he sent out as the first participant—was right under the team leaders in terms of strength.

“F-First match is the Light Wind’s victory!”

The host, who was dumbfounded, managed to snap out of it and raise his hand to the Light Wind’s side.

“I-Isn’t this a conspiracy?”

“How could he lose so easily?”

“Woaaaaah!”

“Light Wind! Light Wind!”

There were two completely different reactions from the spectators, depending on the side they were rooting for.

Those who expected Golden Crest to win had to clutch their heads, and those who were supporting the Light Wind kept cheering their heads off.

“He was just lucky.
Ogin, you are next!”

Garon forced himself to look relaxed, sending out his second team leader.
It looked like he was determined to win the second match no matter what.

“Burren, it’s your turn.
You can definitely win, so just entrust your body to your sword.”

“Hmm, understood.”

Burren reluctantly nodded and entered the arena.

“I’m Ogin Petere.”

“I’m Burren Zieghart.”

“Begin!”

Once they greeted each other before the duel and took a step back, the host announced the start of the battle.

Whoosh!

Ogin immediately pressured Burren’s space with his variable sword, combined with his long arms, in order to turn the tide in his favor.

“Hmm?”

Burren dodged Ogin’s sword at a paper-thin difference, while feeling that something was strange.

“Try blocking this!”

Ogin spread his aura like flower petals to dominate the space, but Burren easily blocked all his strikes with a single swing of his sword, as if he were chasing a fly away.

“Wh-What…”

“It’s a bit strange, but it’s my turn now, right?”

Burren kicked the ground.
He leaped into the unsettled Ogin’s space to stab.
The windy aura ripped apart the variable sword’s trajectory and smacked Ogin’s solar plexus.

Smack!

Since Burren didn’t control his strength as he hit him with the flat of his sword, Ogin collapsed without even letting out a scream.

“Ah…”

“What’s happening?”

“A single strike again? But Ogin is a team leader!”

“Oh my god…”

One time occurrence could be considered as a coincidence, but the second time couldn’t.
The spectators dropped their jaws from witnessing the Light Wind’s prowess, which defeated even a team leader in a single strike.

Burren ran up to Raon as soon as he left the arena.

“What the hell did you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why can I see all of his attacks?”

He told him he could see all the variations and flows from Ogin’s swordsmanship with a trembling chin.

“Me, too.
I was also able to see everything about my opponent’s sword!”

Dorian’s face was still red, since he still couldn’t accept reality.

“I told you in the beginning that I’d make you win if you follow my systematic training.”

“Are you telling me that training that was nothing but beating us up was really effective?”

“S-Systematic? That’s not the definition of systematic I know…”

“Uh…”

It wasn’t just Burren and Dorian.
The other swordsmen also stared at Raon in half-daze, as if they were looking at a monster.

“Stop being surprised and prepare for the next match already.”

Because the Light Wind members were spacing out, Raon tapped their shoulders and pointed at the arena.

“We still have thirty-three more wins to get, so go fetch them.”

Without missing a single one.

 

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Smaack!

Along with the sound of a clean hit similar to a drumming sound, the third team leader of Golden Crest was thrashed on the ground.

Runaan, who was standing in the arena and staring blankly at her opponent for a while with vacant eyes, as if she had just woken up.
She then returned to the Light Wind’s side.

That made it thirty-three victories and zero defeats.
It was an overwhelming victory for the Light Wind.

The match would’ve already been over if it were an ordinary match, and the only reason it wasn’t was because it was a duel.

“What’s going on…?”

Garon’s lips trembled upon seeing the scoreboard.
33:0.
He never imagined that his team would have zero in that score.

“What the hell is this? You guys must’ve conspired! This can’t be happening otherwise!”

He screamed, grabbing the host and the referee by their collars.

“W-We didn’t!”

“We only went according to the results…”

“Shut up! Can you say that again after seeing what happened? What are your eyes for… Gasp!”

As Garon looked like he was about to kill the referee and the host, an enormous energy wave burst from the platform.

Rumble!

The one that spread the pressure that could oppress the entire training ground, or even the entirety of Zieghart, was Glenn Zieghart.
Naturally.

Rumble!

Glenn’s eyes had been closed as if he were bored, but now he was looking down on Garon with a frown.

“What are you doing right now?”

“G-Grandfather! This doesn’t make any sense…”

“This isn’t an informal meeting.
You should address me correctly.”

His gaze became even colder, ignoring Garon’s pleas.

“And no one cheated in today’s matches.
What you should blame isn’t the host’s eyes but your own abilities.”

Glenn waved his hand at the host, signaling him to continue.

“Ah, yes! N-Next swordsmen, enter the arena.”

The host pulled himself together, then called for the next participants.

“Squad leader.”

Techly, who was the last remaining member, went to Garon.

“We have to win, at least.
If the two of us win against Raon and Rimmer, the Golden Crest can recover.”

“Hmm…”

Garon nodded.
The other members could simply be replaced.
As long as he and Techly won, they could create a new Golden Crest to reach even higher peaks.

It was funny that Garon pinned his hopes on Techly, despite having been looking down on him, laughing at him, and even threatening him.

“Please believe in me.”

Techly entered the arena, wielding his long sword.

“I didn’t think I would fight you again.”

Raon smiled at Techly.
He had a higher willpower than Raon had expected, since he thought he would withdraw in fear.

“You arrogant bastard! How dare you make a bet on the match against me? And you even bet on defeating me on a single strike!”

Techly’s eyes glowed like a demon’s.

“I admit I couldn’t do anything when I lost to you last time, but it would’ve been different if I was using a sword!”

Just as he said, Judiel’s document also described Techly as an excellent swordsman with his long sword.

“I’ll make you unable to wield your sword ever again!”

“I wonder.
That might be the case.”

Raon smiled casually and drew Heavenly Drive.

“Begin!”

Techly rushed forward as soon as the host left.
He nimbly controlled his long sword as if it were a dagger, targeting Raon’s head, neck, and wrist at the same time.

Cring!

It was clearly a flashy swordsmanship with solid basics, an advanced martial art where strength, speed, and variety were in harmony.

However.

‘I can see everything.’

Since Raon split the White Fragrance Sword and the techniques from the Light Wind members into small pieces to make his own technique for the past three months, Techly’s sword looked as simple as a child’s play for him.

Speed, flow, breathing, trajectory.
Everything was in the grasp of his hand.

It became clear to him.

The Light Wind members weren’t the only ones that became stronger.

Since he’d been beating them up every day—I mean, finding their weaknesses to help them progress further—his prowess had also increased beyond recognition.

“Haaaap!”

Techy approached with footwork and swung his long sword.
The aura from his long blade twisted like vines, trying to coil around Raon’s body.

‘You are full of openings.’

It certainly had enough splendid variety and powerful strength to be called Techly’s special technique, but it was meaningless to Raon, as he could feel all his flow and breathing.

Cring!

Raon raised Heavenly Drive and stabbed the opening made from Techly’s swordsmanship.

Slaam!

The blade, imbued with the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation’s aura, created a huge explosion of flame and slammed Techly into the ground.

“Kuh…”

Techly couldn’t raise his trembling neck, fainting immediately.

A single strike.
Just as he had declared, Raon defeated Techly with a single swing.

“What is this…?”

Garon’s eyes widened as his lips trembled.
He looked flabbergasted, since he never imagined that would happen.

“I’ve won our small bet.”

“You…”

“Come up now.”

Raon’s red eyes were blazing like raging fires.
His expression couldn’t be any more arrogant as he looked down on Garon.

“Let’s fight, without caring about our ranks.”

It was time to create a new legend.