The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 752

 Chapter 752

 

A man in a blue suit stepped onto the blood-stained sand, which had turned red from the spilled blood.

“Thank you for waiting!”

As he bent over playfully, the crowd in the arena, eager for the fight to begin, let out howls like monkeys.

“Our guests are as impatient as always. Very well. I don't like to prattle on either, so let's get started right away.”

The host raised his hands as if enjoying the crowd's reaction, curling his lips into a smile.

“Allow me to introduce the first fight of the day. The fighter who has won three consecutive victories since entering the arena! The mighty warrior, Garmurin the Lion!

As the introduction finished, the iron door on the left opened, and a muscular young man over two meters tall strode out.

The sand sank deeply with each of his heavy steps.

“Graaaaah!”

Gamurin scrunched up his face and let out a fierce roar. Despite the lack of aura, the sheer force of his presence made the air tremble.

“And his opponent, entering the arena for the first time today, the Bloodthirsty Woman, Maran!”

As the host raised his right hand, the iron door on the right opened, and a woman with dyed red hair, Martha, stepped out.

Unlike Gamurin, she calmly walked to the center of the arena.

“Booooooo!”

“The outcome is obvious!”

“Who set up such a mismatched fight?”

“They’re trying to scam us again!”

“There’s no way I’m betting on this!”

The crowd hurled insults at Martha and the arena, throwing their bottles in anger.

"This is going to be boring."

Gamurin frowned as he looked down at Martha.

"Why do these bastards talk so much?"

Martha snorted, expressing her dislike for talkative people.

"This rat-like bitch?"

“Yaaaawn...”

She ignored Gamurin’s provocation, simply letting out a long, exaggerated yawn.

“Hey!”

Gamurin ground his teeth and called out to the host.

“Start the match already! I’ll give you the show you’ve been waiting for!”

He clenched his fist, veins bulging, as if he was preparing to crush Martha’s neck.

“Then, let the first match of the day begin!”

As soon as the host lowered his hand, Gamurin charged forward. He threw a massive punch with all his might, as if he was determined to crush her.

Boom!

Martha didn’t dodge. She stood still and took the full force of Gamurin's punch head-on.

“Wha...”

Gamurin's jaw trembled as he looked at Martha, who hadn’t been pushed back even an inch.

“Did a mosquito bite me?”

Martha wiped the blood trickling from her lips and smirked.

“Now it’s my turn, right?”

She gritted her teeth and threw her fist forward.

Boom!

Unlike Martha, who was struck in the same spot on his right cheek, was sent flying like a kicked ball, tumbling across the ground. “Ughurrgh...”

Unable to stand from the heavy impact, Gamurin groaned in pain.

“We’re not done yet, are we?”

Martha flashed a bloody grin and pummeled Gamurin's entire body as if she were wringing out laundry.

Thud thud thud!

The sand turned an even darker shade of red, and Gamurin sank into it, battered and bloodied.

The once maddeningly loud arena fell silent, as if it had turned into a library.

“M-Maran wins!”

Even the host, shocked by the outcome, stammered as he raised Martha’s hand.

“Waaaaaaah!”

Only then did the crowd erupt in cheers—whether they had won or lost money, whether they had jeered earlier or not—it didn’t matter. It was the roar of those who lived for the thrill of the fight.

“Shut up, all of you!”

Waving her hand dismissively, Martha, as if annoyed, walked back through the iron door from which she had entered.

‘Impressive.’

Raon shook his head as he watched Martha’s retreating back. He had expected her to do well, but she exceeded expectations.

Especially considering her opponent, Gamurin, was from the Beast Union. The Beast Union, known for producing the strongest physical warriors, had just seen one of their monsters get beaten without Martha even using aura. It seemed likely she would catch the attention of both the Holy Sword Alliance's sword master and the Black Tower's floor master.

D-didn’t that girl pick the wrong profession?

Even Wrath was blinking in astonishment, saying that this suited her better.

‘You might be right.’

It seemed fitting for Martha to become the queen of this place and rule over Horam.

“Hey. Drink this.”

While Raon and Wrath were chatting, an arena staff member handed him a black glass bottle. It was the poison Denning Rose had mentioned, which erased one's aura.

Raon nodded and drank it. Within less than a minute, he couldn't feel anything, as if his aura had completely disappeared.

‘However…’

I can neutralize it.

Without even needing to use wrath energy, the Ring of Fire was enough to nullify the poison.

‘I can launch the surprise attack now.’

In this state, he could ambush both the floor master and the sword master, catching them off guard as they believed he had no aura.

“It’s done.”

The arena staff confirmed Raon’s aura had been erased and signaled to the host with a nod.

“The excitement hasn’t died down yet! Let’s begin the second match! With six consecutive victories under his belt, the lightning-fast Karam!”

At the host's shout, a thin, grasshopper-like old man stepped into the arena. Despite being described as fast, his movements were slow, but there was an air of a master about him.

“I’m curious to see what our new fighter will show us! The one who toys with his enemies like a fox, the Black Fox, Amun!”

As Raon entered the arena, the crowd chanted Amun’s name.

Khuhehehe.

Wrath chuckled as he looked at Raon’s newly dyed black hair.

Black Fox, huh? Quite a fitting name for you.

Wrath giggled, amused by how well the nickname suited Raon.

“Hmph...”

Raon brushed his black hair with his hand and clicked his tongue.

‘This reminds me of my previous life.’

With his black hair, he felt like he had returned to his previous life. Determined to fight more aggressively, he began loosening his wrists.

“Kid. Shouldn’t you go back to your mom and drink more milk?”

Karam stuck his tongue out, mocking him.

“Old man. Have you picked out your grave?”

Raon grinned as he looked up at Karam.

"Ah, but I suppose if you’re buried here, the sand will take care of that for you. So I guess it doesn’t matter."

“You insolent brat…”

"And you, you senile old man?"

Martha had been silent in her fight, so Raon deliberately provoked his opponent with words.

“You...”

Karam’s face flushed red, seething with anger from Raon's psychological attack.

“Hahaha! Things are heating up even before the match starts!”

The host laughed with amusement, raising his hand.

“Then, let’s begin the second match!”

As soon as the host lowered his hand, Karam moved. Despite not using aura, he darted around the arena faster than most swordsmen.

“You’ll regret this too late. I’ll skin your bones and bury you in the sand!”

Karam let out a sinister laugh as he thrust his hand like a spear toward Raon’s left chest.

Whoosh!

Raon dodged Karam’s offensive with ease, simply by rotating his ankle.

"This, this can't be…"

Karam’s eyes widened in disbelief, as if he never imagined his attack would fail.

“Go dance at a senior center.”

Raon punched Karam in the stomach, making him stagger.

“Guh!”

Karam coughed up blood as he rolled on the ground. However, he slowly got up, indicating the blow wasn't too severe.

Why didn’t you finish him in one blow?

‘I’ll go a different route than Martha.’

Since Martha had shown off brute strength and ferocity, Raon decided he would focus on speed as his primary weapon.

“You brat!”

Karam charged at him with even more speed. Raon effortlessly redirected his attack and struck Karam’s chest and thigh with his fists.

Karam doubled over, trembling violently, but he had a surprisingly strong endurance.

"At your age, you should be doting on your grandkids instead of doing this."

Raon looked down at Karam and scoffed.

“You damn brat!”

Karam ground his teeth and charged again. His hands darted forward like the stingers of a mantis, moving so fast their paths became a blur.

Thud.

Raon didn’t retreat and instead grabbed both of Karam’s arms.

“Wha-What?”

Karam’s eyes widened again, unable to believe his wrists had been caught.

“Next time, choose your opponent more carefully.”

Raon gave a small smile before kicking Karam’s chin with the tip of his foot.

Wham!

Karam spewed blood as he was launched into the air and landed upside down in the sand.

“And the winner is… Amun!”

Perhaps because this was the second time, the host quickly regained his composure and declared Raon the victor.

“Woooohooo!”

“This is more entertaining than the main event!”

“These rookies are incredible!”

“Where did they come from?”

The crowd cheered wildly, shaking their fists in approval. Even those who lost their bets were smiling, clearly battle fanatics.

Is this really okay?

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Martha ground her teeth and shook her head.

“When is it going to be my turn already?!”

“You’re already more popular than the champion.”

Raon tilted his head. Martha, thanks to her fierce fighting style and pretty face, Martha was more popular than the champion in this arena.

“And so have you!”

Martha glared at Raon, scrunching her nose.

“Thanks to your big mouth, there are even more crazy fans of yours!”

“Still, I’m not as popular as you. Your fights are always sold out.”

Raon shrugged his shoulders.

“Ugh, champion or whatever! It’s annoying! I just want to swing my sword!”

Martha gritted her teeth in frustration as she looked at Karam, who was being dragged away, defeated.

‘It’s fine. They’re all bad guys anyway.’

Raon waved his hand dismissively, remarking that no one here was sane.

Raon waved his hand dismissively, stating that no one here was in their right mind.

No matter how he looks at it…

Wrath frowned.

You’re the biggest villain here.

It had been a month and a half since they entered this lawless land.

Thanks to ample time, the Light Wind division had settled in without raising suspicion, but the Holy Sword Alliance’s sword master and the Black Tower’s floor master had yet to show themselves.

"At this rate, we're really going to become champions!"

Martha ruffled her hair, frustrated that she couldn’t train properly.

“Rimmer is out there enjoying himself at the tavern while we’re stuck here. Why?”

She bit her lip, envious of Rimmer, who was disguised as a civilian, indulging in alcohol and gambling.

“It’s only a little longer. If they don’t show up in two weeks, we’re pulling out.”

They couldn’t stay here forever, and if nothing happened, they would switch places with the next sword division in two weeks, no matter what.

Knock knock.

As Raon was trying to calm Martha down, a knock came from the door.

“Are you in?”

It was Dorian. Hired as a staff member at the arena, he bowed deeply.

“What’s the matter?”

Martha’s voice turned cold, wary of any potential listeners outside.

“The manager asked to see you two.”

Dorian smiled, saying they didn’t have to do anything special.

“Understood.”

“Another match?”

Raon and Martha patted Dorian on the shoulder and headed upstairs.

“Welcome.”

Oberin, the arena’s host and manager, bowed his head.

“What’s this about?”

Raon flicked his hand at Oberin.

“The master wishes to see you.”

Despite their consecutive victories, they had never met the arena’s owner until now.

Finally, something seemed to be changing.

“Why doesn’t he come here himself?”

Martha scowled, clearly displeased.

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

Oberin bowed cautiously and gestured to the top floor of the arena.

“Let’s go. I hate wasting time.”

Raon bluntly spat the words and ascended the stairs first.

“Hmph.”

Martha snorted and reluctantly followed him.

“Please, come in.”

As Oberin opened the door to the top floor, an enormous and extravagant room was revealed, far from what one would expect in a lawless zone.

The walls were covered in pure gold, riceless paintings and swords adorned each pillar, and countless jewels were displayed like flowers in a garden.

It felt more like a royal palace than an arena in a lawless land.

“Welcome.”

The man seated in the center of the room stroked his chin. Every finger was adorned with rings, each encrusted with a different jewel.

“I am called the Fighting Demon.”

The man introduced himself as the Fighting Demon, and despite the luxury of the room, his energy was as fierce as a wild beast.

‘So he’s the Fighting Demon…’

Once a highly regarded knight of Owen, he betrayed his comrades for money and fled. Now, in this desolate land, he had become the monster known as the Fighting Demon.

‘He’s strong.’

Raon had thought that indulgence in luxury might have weakened him, but the energy emanating from him far exceeded expectations.

Although he couldn’t measure it precisely without using aura, the Fighting Demon was at least at the advanced Grandmaster level.

“What’s the reason you called us?”

Martha asked, glaring at the Fighting Demon.

“First, take a seat.”

The Fighting Demon gestured for them to sit.

“Tch.”

“Annoying.”

Raon and Martha frowned as they took their seats on the left and right.

"Thanks to you two, I'm making a lot of money. So I thought it was only polite to thank you. And…”

The Fighting Demon licked his lips and spread his hands.

“I’d like to make you an offer.”

“An offer?”

Raon narrowed his eyes at the Fighting Demon.

"I'm planning a large-scale duel this weekend, and I'd like you two to be the main event."

The Fighting Demon grinned, pointing at Raon and Martha.

“It will be an all-in match where the winner takes everything. A lot of important people, including VIPs, will attend.”

He laughed, saying the money would pile up like never before.

“That happens every day.”

"No, the reward is different. We'll give 10% of the profits to the winner of that duel."

The Fighting Demon fondled his jeweled rings, saying it would be enough money to live in luxury for the rest of their lives.

“Give it everything you’ve got. Actually, the match won’t end until someone dies.”

His yellow eyes gleamed, shining like gold coins.

“So that’s why you didn’t pit us against each other until now.”

Martha furrowed her brow, finally understanding why she hadn’t fought Raon yet.

“You two reek of money. I couldn’t let you fight in some cheap match.”

The Fighting Demon nodded, confirming her guess.

"I don't like the VIPs part."

Raon glared at the Fighting Demon, lowering his brows.

"Are you asking me to perform tricks in front of those bastards in fancy clothes, clapping like they're something special?"

"They're different from those nobodies. The ones with real money will be coming."

"Real money?"

"Well, the duel isn't the main purpose, but I hate being looked down on."

The Fighting Demon slammed his large hand on the platinum table, asking to show a proper fight to the esteemed guests.

'It's them. I'm sure of it.'

Hearing the Fighting Demon’s words, Raon became certain that the VIPs coming this weekend were the Black Tower's floor master and the Holy Sword Alliance's sword master.

"I'm in. I've always wanted to kill that bastard with my own hands."

Martha's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Raon, as if she wasn’t just acting but completely serious.

"I'm in too. After all, if it’s not for the money, there’s no reason for me to do this."

Raon nodded as he glanced at Martha's fierce expression.

"Bold and straightforward! I like it!"

The Fighting Demon nodded as if he had expected this response.

"To commemorate this, I'll treat you all today!"

As he clapped his hands, the door opened, and food and drinks poured in.

Oh, this one seems like a good guy!

Wrath smacked his lips and remarked that the free food made the Fighting Demon seem like a good person.

"Eat as much as you want."

The Fighting Demon drank first, letting out an exaggerated laugh.

‘A good guy?’

Raon chuckled after tasting the overly greasy dishes and alcohol.

'No, not a good guy—someone worth killing.'

What do you mean?

'The food and drinks are poisoned.'

P-poisoned?

Wrath was startled, trembling.

'Not just any poison, it's the kind that builds madness.'

The food the Fighting Demon provided contained the blood madness herb, a poison that slowly accumulates madness until one turns into a bloodthirsty monster.

A small amount is fine, but consuming too much would make it impossible to maintain one's sanity.

‘I knew something was off when he offered us this match.’

There was no way that money-obsessed demon would share his profits. He was hoping that both Raon and Martha would kill each other during the match.

'I've made my decision.'

Raon bit into a chicken leg voraciously, flashing a wicked smile.

'I'll erase the Fighting Demon too.'

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As soon as the drinking party ended and dawn broke, Raon told Denning Rose about everything that had happened.

"You're right."

Denning Rose nodded quickly.

"Judging by the movements we’ve detected from the Holy Sword Alliance and the Black Tower, it’s definitely happening on that day."

She confirmed this as she marked the Holy Sword Alliance's and the Black Tower's emblems on the map.

"Who's coming?"

"Well…"

Denning Rose sighed and pointed at the Holy Sword Alliance and Black Tower emblems.

"From the Black Tower, the Demonic Wolf Monarch and from the Holy Sword Alliance, the Master of the White Demonic Sword."

She bit her lip before continuing.

"Both are either advanced or peak Grandmaster level."

Denning Rose let out a heavy, troubled sigh, saying the situation had become extremely dangerous.

"We didn't expect such monsters to move. We should request reinforcements, right away…."

"No."

Raon calmly shook his head.

"We can handle this."

"What? But with the Fighting Demon included, that makes three advanced or peak Grandmaster levels! Their subordinates aren’t ordinary either, and there are so many that it’s hard to count…."

Denning Rose trembled, her jaw shaking at the thought of facing them with just the Light Wind division.

"If we can't overcome this, we won't be able to participate in the battles ahead."

If they couldn't succeed in this mission, the Light Wind division would remain mere bystanders in the war against Derus.

This mission would be the turning point for the division's future position.

"Then, the three Grandmasters…."

"One of them will be handled by our vice division leader."

"But there are still two left."

Denning Rose trembled, pointing out that this was the biggest problem.

"As for the other two…"

Raon placed his hand on the hilt of Heavenly Drive. His eyes radiated a heat more intense than the rising sun.

"I will sever them myself."

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