The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 753

 Chapter 753

 

Raon let out a hollow laugh as he gazed down at the entrance of the arena.

‘Like a swarm of bees.’

Where were all these people coming from?

As soon as the weekend began, a countless number of people flocked to the arena. The fact that all of them had come to Horam just to see his and Martha's duel was beyond ridiculous.

‘Well, I suppose it makes sense since we're both undefeated. They must be curious to see who will win.’

Both he and Martha had achieved overwhelming victories since entering the arena. Word had spread that they were so strong even the champion was avoiding and delaying accepting their challenge, so it was no surprise that people from across the continent were flocking to see them.

‘Were the odds fifty-fifty?’

Martha had overwhelmed her opponents with brute strength and a ferocious personality, while Raon subdued his opponents using psychological warfare mixed with mockery and speed.

Their contrasting styles only heightened the attention and expectations, leading to equally divided betting odds.

Raon twisted his lips as he watched a middle-aged man with blue hair swagger into the arena.

‘I wonder who that gambler has placed his bets on.’

Rimmer had disguised himself as a wealthy middle-aged man and spent the entire day going back and forth between the gambling dens and taverns. Seeing his face shine as if oiled, it seemed he was having a delightful time.

That shitty-ears has improved his skills.

Wrath cast a sidelong glance at Rimmer, as if displeased.

‘Indeed. It's strange.’

Despite spending all day gambling and drinking, Rimmer's presence and movements were steady.

He couldn't have trained overnight, so he wondered how Rimmer had grown stronger.

He has told you many times. After the blood in your head dries up, your mental image is the most important.

Wrath waved his round hand up and down.

Once you reach Grandmaster, training the mental image can be just as beneficial as physical training.

He snorted, telling him not to focus on just one thing.

But to have improved so much in such a short time… it seems that shitty-ears had some kind of change in his mindset.

Wrath narrowed his eyes, saying that such a change wasn't easy to come by.

‘A change in mindset…’

Since the sparring match at the lord’s manor training ground, Rimmer's gaze and presence had distinctly changed. He still acted carefree and lazy, but mentally, he had clearly matured.

‘But…’

Raon squinted his eyes, watching the thinning line of people entering the arena.

‘When are they going to show up?’

Spectators and gamblers had swarmed into the point where the arena was bursting, but there was no sign of the mages of the Black Tower or the sword demons of the Holy Sword Alliance.

‘I couldn’t have missed them.’

He had been keeping an eye on all the entrances since the first spectators arrived. There was no way he could have overlooked them—they simply hadn’t arrived yet.

‘They’ll definitely come.’

The Fighting Demon doesn't lie when it comes to money. Using the Evil Eyes of Wrath to heighten his perception, he scrutinized the interior and exterior of the arena more thoroughly.

Just as the flood of people began to dwindle, a group in black robes appeared in the left passage. Though their presence was suppressed, a sinister stench seemed to seep out from beneath their robes.

‘They’re here.’

Raon's fingertips stiffened.

‘The Black Tower.’

Despite concealing their presence, the Black Tower's mages—true to their monstrous use of demonic and evil energy—still emitted a disgusting smell.

However, from the man at the forefront, no presence or scent could be felt.

‘Is that The Demonic Wolf Monarch?’

Black eyes gleamed through the robe, so chilling that it sent shivers down his spine. It felt like staring into the abyss itself rather than at a human.

Just as Denning Rose had said, this man was one of the top experts, even among the Grandmasters.

The Demonic Wolf Monarch showed no interest in the ongoing fight below and ascended directly to the top-floor observation deck, where the Fighting Demon was located.

The remaining mages stood guard as if turned to stone.

Raon briefly watched The Demonic Wolf Monarch climb the stairs before turning his gaze to the right.

‘The Holy Sword Alliance.’

The sharp sound of footsteps—so intense it made his hair stand on end—announced the arrival of the swordsmen in gray robes. Unlike the Black Tower mages, they didn't cover their faces, and their focused energy radiated like drawn swords.

‘That must be the Master of the White Demonic Sword.’

His gaze naturally went to the man at the front. His complexion was pale like a ghost, and his arms and legs were abnormally long.

From his oddly suited body for a swordsman, he could feel his honed energy. That man seemed to be the Master of the White Demonic Sword of the Holy Sword Alliance.

‘Strong.’

The energy wrapped around his body was one that seemed capable of cutting down anyone, regardless of who stood before him.

Like The Demonic Wolf Monarch, the Master of the White Demonic Sword was a top expert.

Hmmm….

Wrath stroked his chin as he watched the Master of the White Demonic Sword ascend to the top of the spectator area.

While they are like insects compared to the King of Essence, those two are on par with you. Do you really think you can take down all three of them?

He frowned as if doubtful.

‘It’s not three—it’s two. And…’

Raon licked his lips as he looked up at the top of the arena.

‘If I can’t handle this much, I might as well give up on revenge.’

Derus Robert was a monster who had risen to the top even among the Transcenders. To defeat him, Raon had to continually challenge himself with difficult missions.

After engraving the power and movements of The Demonic Wolf Monarch, the Master of the White Demonic Sword, and the Fighting Demon in his mind, Raon returned to the waiting room.

“You’ve arrived!”

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

“The fight is about to begin. You should get ready.”

He conveyed the manager’s message and then stepped closer.

“And Lady Rose has said that the beasts have all entered.”

Lady Rose referred to Denning Rose, and the beasts were the Light Wind division. It meant that all members were waiting at their designated positions.

"You've distributed all the antidotes, right?"

Raon tilted his chin toward Dorian.

“Yes.”

Dorian quickly nodded.

"Then, tell them to drink it just before my fight with Martha begins, as scheduled."

"Phew, understood..."

Dorian let out a deep breath, clutching his chest.

“I-I’m a bit nervous. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do this well…”

He licked his lips, holding his left wrist with his right hand.

“It’s fine.”

Raon calmly shook his head.

“Just think of all the training you’ve done.”

"Huff!"

Dorian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded vigorously.

"Suddenly, I'm overflowing with confidence."

He gave Raon a quick bow and left the waiting room.

Even though the wallet doubts himself, he doesn't doubt you.

Wrath exhaled a sigh as he watched Dorian, who left without a word, seeming to trust Raon.

‘Then I’ll have to live up to that trust.’

Raon stretched his fingers and smiled.

‘And for the last time, he’s not a wallet.’

You're the one treating him like a wallet!

*   *   *

"It's been a while, both of you."

The Fighting Demon spread his arms wide as he welcomed The Demonic Wolf Monarch and the Master of the White Demonic Sword.

“Welcome to Horam.”

He spoke as if Horam, the lawless zone, was his own domain, like a king.

The Demonic Wolf Monarch briefly glanced at the Fighting Demon before silently taking a seat on the right side.

Despite having his hands clasped together, there wasn't the slightest opening visible.

"Your collection of jewels has grown."

The Master of the White Demonic Sword sat down on the seat to the left, his voice laced with a metallic tone.

He rested his hand on the sword hilt, nodding his chin as if ready to draw it at any moment.

"I like money, but I hate just letting it pile up."

The Fighting Demon laughed, stroking the rings on his ten fingers. After pouring drinks for both the Master of the White Demonic Sword and the Demonic Wolf Monarch, he sat down in his seat.

“I’ll pass, since I’m on a mission.”

The Demonic Wolf Monarch didn’t even glance at the drink, and the Master of the White Demonic Sword also pushed the glass away as if he wasn’t interested.

"You're so narrow-minded."

Muttering that there was no poison or anything, the Fighting Demon emptied his glass first.

"Why did you only call us today? We could've done this last week."

The Master of the White Demonic Sword frowned, watching the liquor swirling in his glass.

"Today is the day the best fighters in our arena face off. A tremendous amount of money is at stake."

The Fighting Demon shifted his gaze to the arena below as he set down his glass.

"It’s always good when the money comes in all at once, right?"

He giggled, mentioning that ordinary profits didn’t satisfy him anymore.

"What a pathetic reason."

The Master of the White Demonic Sword clicked his tongue but still followed the Fighting Demon’ gaze to observe Raon and Martha, who were standing in the arena.

"Natural-born fighters, huh."

He immediately assessed the physical talents of Raon and Martha, licking his lips.

The Demonic Wolf Monarch, uninterested in anything other than the transaction, continued staring straight ahead.

"Yeah, both of them are natural-born fighters."

The Fighting Demon nodded, rubbing his palms together.

"How much do you think those two corpses will fetch?"

He wiggled his fingers toward the Demonic Wolf Monarch.

"Two?"

The Master of the White Demonic Sword frowned.

“Isn’t one of them supposed to come out alive?”

"Ah, sometimes they fight so fiercely that both end up dead."

The Fighting Demon laughed, saying it might accidentally turn out that way.

"You've used some trick."

The Master of the White Demonic Sword snorted, pushing his drink even further away.

"Don’t worry. We don’t mess with our loyal customers who bring in money."

The Fighting Demon waved his hand, assuring him, before turning to the Demonic Wolf Monarch.

"I’ve sealed their auras with poison, so we’ll be able to extract an immense amount of life force from them. What do you think?"

At that, the Demonic Wolf Monarch finally glanced down at the arena. His eyes, filled with darkness, glinted faintly.

"A thousand."

Without a moment’s hesitation, the Demonic Wolf Monarch named the amount in gold coins.

"Deal. You're as straightforward as ever."

The Fighting Demon clapped his hands together in approval.

"Then, we’ll proceed with the transaction after watching the fight. You'll get to see a spectacular sight today..."

"Not interested."

The Demonic Wolf Monarch shook his head, uninterested in the fight. He pulled an old book and a longsword out of his spatial pocket.

"Holy Martial Sword Art, Azure Net Sword."

He glared at the Master of the White Demonic Sword, urging him to get on with the deal.

“You’re still as impatient as ever.”

Without taking his eyes off the swordsmanship manual, the Master of the White Demonic Sword pulled out a necklace with a marble the size of a thumb attached to it.

Inside the marble, black and white mists seemed to be battling each other, as if trying to devour one another.

"This is the Black and White Marble you’ve been wanting."

He carefully placed the necklace on the table.

Goooooong!

The Demonic Wolf Monarch’s eyes, which had appeared emotionless until now, gleamed with black desire.

"Well, I suppose these are the spectacles when you have money."

The Fighting Demon chuckled as he reached out with both hands, picking up the swordsmanship manual, the sword, and the necklace.

"They're all genuine. I guarantee it with my own eyes."

He examined the Black and White Marble, the Holy Martial Sword Art, and the Azure Net Sword in turn, nodding with satisfaction.

"Let’s begin the transaction, then..."

Just as the Fighting Demon waggled his finger as if to prompt payment, a tremendous roar erupted from the arena.

"Hmm,.. With the three of us here, even a Transcender would have a hard time approaching."

The Fighting Demon chuckled, flicking his fingers down toward the arena.

"Let’s just watch for a bit."

The three of them turned their gazes downward simultaneously.

"Oooooh!"

Boom!

Raon deflected Martha's fist, filled with killing intent, and lowered his stance.

"Keep going. They’re watching us right now."

Despite the intense battle, his voice remained calm.

"And how do you know that?"

Martha frowned, aiming a left punch at his chin.

"Because I’ve recovered my aura."

"Recovered? Already?"

She exhaled in disbelief.

“It seems my body has adapted after being poisoned so many times.”

Thanks to his traits of Poison Resistance and Ring of Fire, his body had eliminated the poison on its own, even though he hadn’t intended to detoxify it.

As a result, he was now in perfect condition.

"There’s about 50 seconds left."

Martha bit her lip, saying that both she and the Light Wind swordsmen needed more time.

"Then keep coming at me. Give it everything you’ve got."

Raon waggled his finger at Martha, provoking her.

"We must not lose their attention. They’re watching us."

With his aura perception, he could sense that the Fighting Demon, the Demonic Wolf Monarch, and the Master of the White Demonic Sword were watching from the top-floor observation deck.

They needed to buy time until the entire Light Wind division recovered by drawing those three’s attention.

"Fine. I’ll show you what I’ve gained here!"

Martha clenched her teeth and charged forward, throwing a punch. Even without aura, the wind brushed past his ears. Her movements were fierce, as if she were aiming to kill her mortal enemy.

Smack!

Raon dodged Martha’s attack with light footwork, then struck her in the abdomen.

Bam!

Martha, who had been charging like a mad dog, stumbled back two steps.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Even though he had held back, the pain must have been intense. But she only grew more furious, charging at him again, her eyes wild with madness, as if she had forgotten the mission entirely.

Urgh!

Wrath, watching Martha’s fierce gaze, hid behind Raon’s back.

Th-the beef girl has gone mad!

Wrath shuddered as if terrified of Martha.

‘You’re doing great.’

Raon curled his lips upward as he deflected Martha’s punch and struck her chin with the back of his hand.

Thud!

Martha’s brain must have been shaken, yet she didn’t retreat or stop attacking. It was as if she had erased the concept of pain and fear from her mind.

"Raaaaaah!"

Drawing from her experience in countless battles, Martha unleashed an explosive and powerful attack. Even though it wasn't swordsmanship, her progress was astonishing.

Rumble!

Amid the fierce clash between Raon and Martha, silence fell over the once-noisy arena.

Everyone present held their breath, focusing entirely on the fight.

However, the fighters who were supposed to be fighting were more engrossed in something other than the battle.

"It's back."

Martha said her aura had recovered and playfully jabbed Raon in the shoulder with her fist.

Boom!

The moment Raon confirmed that Martha’s aura had returned, he stomped his foot, sending a signal to the Light Wind division.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Light Wind swordsmen, having received the signal, caused explosions all around the arena.

“Arghhh!”

“What the... What’s happening?!”

“Why are there explosions all of a sudden?!”

As the spectators who had been focused on the fight began to scream and move in confusion, the entire arena started shaking.

However, the mages of the Black Tower and the sword demons of the Holy Sword Alliance, who had been waiting on the second floor, remained unmoved in the chaos. Of course, this too was expected.

“Martha.”

Sensing that the focus of the Fighting Demon, the Demonic Wolf Monarch, and the Master of the White Demonic Sword had shifted, Raon nodded to Martha.

“Got it!”

Martha forcefully kicked the ground. Instead of charging at Raon, she leaped towards the top-floor observation deck.

Kyaaaah!

Martha’s fist shattered the glass of the top-floor observation deck, but the mages of the Black Tower and the sword demons of the Holy Sword Alliance, who had been on the lower floors, blocked her path.

“Who are you?!”

“How dare you?!”

As the Black Tower’s mages and the Holy Sword Alliance’s sword demons struck Martha and sent her plummeting down, crimson flames surged from beneath the arena.

Fwoooosh!

The swirling flames targeted the Fighting Demon, the Demonic Wolf Monarch, and the Master of the White Demonic Sword simultaneously, emitting an immense heat.

“A useless ambush.”

The Fighting Demon sneered, suppressing the obvious yet powerful ambush of flames. “Fighting Demon! You scoundrel!”

The Master of the White Demonic Sword gritted his teeth as he split the raging flames.

“Do you really think I’d do something so obvious?”

The Fighting Demon shrugged, indicating that this wasn’t his plan.

“Bullshit! If not you, then that sneaky bastard… huh?”

At the moment the Master of the White Demonic Sword turned around to look for the Demonic Wolf Monarch.

Slash!

A frost-infused demonic sword pierced the Demonic Wolf Monarch's chest, and a divine sword engulfed in flames slashed his neck.

Whoosh!

In the split second that the two men suppressed the surging flames, the body of the Demonic Wolf Monarch was split into three pieces and burst into flames.

As shock registered in the eyes of the Fighting Demon and the Master of the White Demonic Sword, Raon turned his back. A golden gleam flashed in his red eyes.

“Next.”

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