The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 911

 Chapter 911

 

Mount Puran, to the west of Montiro.

A silver orb was buried between the lush valleys, its surroundings shrouded in creeping demonic energy.

“…..”

Standing in front of the valley as if guarding the orb, Burren rested his hand on the hilt of his sword.

While he observed the demonic energy being absorbed into the orb, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from below the mountain.

“That man….”

Burren narrowed his eyes at the small-statured man making his way up the valley.

‘The champion of the arena. No, I should say one of the Five Heroes.’

He was Ruf, the warrior who had trampled his opponents in an instant when Raon visited the arena, and one of Montiro’s Five Heroes.

“So it was you?”

Ruf tilted his thick, log-like neck from side to side.

“Trying to pull off some cheap trick?”

Rather than carrying himself like a hero, his demeanor was that of a street thug, his sharp eyes exuding a cold and knowing look, as if he had already grasped the entire situation.

“Trick? I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just happened to enjoy the scenery and decided to climb up here.”

Burren shrugged nonchalantly, feigning ignorance.

“Why don’t you pick a fight in the arena instead, ‘Hero’?”

Waving his hand dismissively, he gestured for Ruf to leave.

“Never mind the orb behind you….”

Ruf let out a breathy chuckle.

“You're radiating killing intent at me, yet acting innocent? What exactly are you trying to pull here?”

He shook his head in disbelief.

“Well, whatever. To be honest, I don’t care about magic circles or anything like that.”

Ruf stepped forward toward Burren, rolling his shoulders in indifference.

“I don’t care if you’re from Zieghart or Owen. The only thing I care about is one thing, whether your sword can satisfy me or not.”

Licking his lips as if savoring the anticipation, he continued.

“So, what do you say? Think you can match my picky taste?”

“If you don’t mind losing your tongue while trying to get a taste, then come at me.”

Burren drew the sword at his waist and tilted his chin upward.

“Plenty of swordsmen have said the same thing to me….”

Ruf chuckled and pulled on a pair of gloves branded with the image of a black bison.

“Let’s see how you compare.”

With a surge of red aura, Ruf vanished from sight.

Paaaang!

The next moment, he reappeared beneath a boulder embedded in the valley..True to his words, he had no interest in the orb. Instead, he shot his fist toward Burren’s waist.

Ssssshh.

Burren moved with uncanny precision, as if he had already read Ruf’s every move.

Twisting his ankle, he angled his sword diagonally, slashing upward.

Zzzzzzeong!

The clash of sword and fist erupted with a deafening roar, as if solid steel was being crushed.

Ruf’s hand remained unscathed, and his black bison gloves appeared to be a special artifact, showing no signs of damage.

Ssshhiiiik!

Both Burren and Ruf took three steps back, locking eyes.

“Your reactions aren’t bad.”

Ruf smacked his lips in satisfaction.

“But it lacks sharpness. See? My hand is still intact.”

He pointed at his unscathed hand and gloves, nudging his chin.

“I was only measuring your level.”

Burren responded calmly, shaking his head before unleashing a surge of blue wind-infused astral energy.

“I hope that sword of yours isn’t bland.”

Ruf’s grin stretched wide as he lifted his heel. His red aura thickened, and he lunged in from the left.

“Don’t worry.”

Burren’s eyes gleamed coldly as he unleashed the Barren Wind Sword. A biting wind infused with astral energy descended toward Ruf’s neck.

“You’ve gotten faster.”

Ruf muttered a small admiration before launching his red aura-cloaked fist toward Burren’s blade.

Claaang!

The second clash of sword and fist. Like before, both fighters were pushed back, this time by four steps, before aiming their weapons at each other once more.

Drip. Drip.

Ruf’s leather gloves were torn, and red blood trickled down his skin. Burren’s astral energy had pierced through his red aura, slicing into his flesh.

"This one's pretty spicy."

Ruf smirked at his wounded fist, licking his lips.

“Looks like today’s meal won’t be bad.”

Rather than anger, he nodded in approval, as if enjoying the pain.

“…..”

Burren frowned as he watched Ruf lick his lips.

‘He’s exactly the same as he was in the arena.’

Back in the arena, Ruf had shown a fighting style where he threw his body forward, overpowering opponents with sheer strength. It seemed he fought in the exact same manner in real combat.

‘Dragging out the fight won’t be difficult.’

Ruf was undoubtedly a powerful warrior, but if Burren focused on evading and accumulating damage over time, he could hold out until the magic circle was fully activated.

“You should be just enough to test things out.”

Ruf rubbed the back of his neck and nodded.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I think I can use my true power now.”

He grinned and stomped the ground.

Black demonic energy ignited above his red aura.

“…Demonic energy.”

Burren clenched his lips as he noticed black scales emerging on the back of Ruf’s hand.

‘Just as expected.’

Raon and his father had predicted that the demonized humans aware of the magic circle would openly use demonic energy, and that’s exactly what was happening.

Ruf unleashed an overwhelming surge of demonic energy, making no effort to hide it.

“Don’t die too easily.”

With a thunderous stomp, Ruf charged forward, his fist shooting out without hesitation. This time, he didn’t even bother feinting, he was coming straight for the kill.

“Hoo….”

Watching Ruf charge in, Burren exhaled a slow breath.

‘There’s no need to fight him head-on.’

This was the Black Tower’s territory, and his opponent was a demonized human wielding demonic energy. Engaging in a direct confrontation under these conditions would be foolish.

‘But….’

Just this once, I want to fight like a fool.

It wasn’t a matter of pride. He refused to run from the Black Tower scum, who would even use a child like Rensia.

He wanted to cut this bastard’s head off with his own sword.

Ssshhiiiing!

Burren didn’t back away. Instead, he unleashed a technique of the Barren Wind Sword toward Ruf’s charging fist.

Zzzzzzeong!

The third clash between sword and fist.

The same shattering boom rang out, but this time, the result was different.

Crack!

Burren was sent back eight steps, falling to one knee.

Meanwhile, Ruf remained standing in place, unmoved.

“Urgh….”

Burren narrowed his eyes at his trembling grip.

‘This much of a difference?’

He had expected Ruf to become stronger, but he hadn’t expected him to suddenly leap to a Grandmaster’s level.

The gap was staggering—almost absurd.

“If you’re shocked now, you’re in for trouble.”

Ruf chuckled, shaking off his fists.

“Because this is only the beginning!”

Shouting in excitement, Ruf drove his massive, cauldron-sized fist straight into Burren’s abdomen.

"Krrgh."

Burren exhaled a rough breath, raising his sword to execute a defensive technique of the Barren Wind Sword.

Zzeoong!

The blade, which blocked Ruf’s punch, bent as though it would snap, but just barely held out. The force was so immense that his feet were pushed back, leaving deep footprints in the ground.

‘He’s gotten even stronger.’

Pain flared in the hands that had swung a sword their entire life, as though he had struck an unbreakable mass of steel rather than human flesh.

“Good! Just keep standing there! Don’t break, now!”

Ruf, seemingly overjoyed, twisted his lips into a crooked grin and charged again.

"Let me ask you something."

Burren barely managed to fend off Ruf’s strikes as he shook his head.

“When you saw those children with black hearts, what did you think?”

"That they’d snap like twigs with a single tap?"

Ruf sneered, not even considering Rensia human.

"Good. Then you don’t have to worry."

Burren pressed his lips tightly together and straightened his back. Once again, he did not retreat. Instead, he raised his sword, shimmering with a blue light.

"Because before I break, your head will be the one to fall."

*   *   *

"Huff…"

Burren slammed against the rock wall at the edge of the valley, gasping for breath.

Stripping off his tattered coat and uniform, he wiped the blood trickling from his lips.

"So, you're Burren Zieghart."

Ruf nodded as if he had just now realized it.

"…."

Burren remained silent, his gaze fixed on Ruf.

"I've heard of you. The third team leader of the Light Wind. You act like a vice leader, but I hear you’re the weakest among the team leaders."

Ruf tilted his head mockingly.

“They say you’re just another pampered noble brat, but I’ll admit… your ability to hold your ground isn’t too bad.”

“I just didn’t want to back down in front of a bastard like you.”

“Then it seems you didn’t know.”

Ruf raised his fist, and hook-like demonic energy sprouted over the black scales on his skin.

“If you had run away, you might’ve survived. One scratch from these hooks, and your heart would’ve been torn out.”

Ruf waved his hand dismissively, smirking.

“But your luck ends here.”

His eyes, once blazing with fighting spirit, dimmed with disinterest, as if Burren was no longer worth his time.

"Your sword can’t cut through my demonic energy. If you had faced someone else, you might have put up a decent struggle, but against me, you were at a disadvantage from the start."

Clenching his fist, Ruf gathered his black demonic energy, which flared ominously.

“I have no interest in broken toys. I’ll crush that head of yours now.”

With that, he assumed a stance, his demonic energy surging as he prepared to end things in one strike.

"…."

Despite Ruf’s chilling words, Burren said nothing.

Just like at the beginning of the fight, he simply raised his sword.

"Don’t even have the strength to talk now?"

Ruf clicked his tongue and shifted his stance. Ten steps away, he suddenly leaped forward, his fist hurtling straight toward Burren’s heart.

Claaang!

Burren barely managed to raise his sword in time to block, but the impact sent a violent shock through his body, causing him to spit blackened blood.

“You’re resisting to the end. But all you’re doing is prolonging the pain.”

Annoyed, Ruf furrowed his brows and unleashed a relentless flurry of punches.

Pwoom! Pwoom! Pwoom!

Despite being pummeled like a lone tree in a storm, Burren neither lowered his sword nor took a single step back.

“Just die already! I’m getting sick of this!”

Frustrated, Ruf gnashed his teeth and poured even more demonic energy into his fists, launching a devastating barrage of attacks.

“…You’re right.”

Burren finally parted his dry lips, his voice faint.

“I am the weakest among the team leaders.”

"But do you know why I’m standing here alone?"

"What…?"

"It’s because I have the trust of our palace master."

A crimson smile stretched across his bloodied lips.

"And to repay that trust, I trained day and night without rest."

Crackle!

Blue sparks flickered from Burren’s sword as it began to push back Ruf’s fist.

“Not a single day wasted. Every moment dedicated to my sword.”

From the moment he returned from his mission to Zieghart, to his arrival in Montiro, even while resting at the temporary base, Burren had never missed a single day of training.

Because he could not afford to fall. Not when his father and Raon had placed their trust in him.

"Why is the wind…."

Ruf’s eyes widened in shock as Burren’s wind surged stronger.

“I’m terrible at enduring things. I can’t stand pain either.”

Since childhood, patience had never been his strong suit. He had only pretended to be mature to gain his father’s recognition, but in truth, he had less patience than even Dorian.

"But just for today, I can’t back down."

For Rensia and the other children, who had lived lives far more mature and admirable than his own, he had to hold the line until the very end.

“Then just die already!”

Ruf swung his arm back, gathering an overwhelming surge of demonic energy into his fist.

The demonic energy expanded tens of times over, forming a massive astral sphere.

"Haa…"

Burren closed his eyes as the enormous astral sphere of demonic energy consumed his vision, rushing toward him.

‘I don’t need to see it.’

I just need to feel it.

The one thing both Raon and his father had always pointed out was his lack of confidence.

Being the weakest among the team leaders of the Light Wind, he had gradually lost confidence in himself without even realizing it.

But now, that no longer mattered.

It didn’t matter if he was the weakest. It didn’t matter if he was at the bottom.

The only thing that mattered was that he never wavered.

Ssshhhhh.

Burren slashed downward with his wind-infused sword.

At that moment, his blade felt like Raon's sword, the one he had always watched from behind. It also felt like his father’s sword—the one he had admired all his life.

Kwooooom!

Like a gentle wind, the slender sword strike pierced through the massive astral sphere of demonic energy and descended toward Ruf’s head.

Slaaaash!

However, the demonic energy protecting Ruf’s body remained intact, the wind blade failed to break through, and instead, the demonic flames burned even fiercer than before.

"Haa…."

Burren let out a weary breath, his fingertips trembling as if his strength was completely spent.

"That… was close. But this is the limit for you!"

Sensing Burren’s sudden surge of strength fading, Ruf quickly prepared to land the final blow.

But then—

"No. This is the end."

Burren slowly opened his eyes, a pure, serene wind gleaming within his eyes.

‘A Grandmaster is one who pursues their ideals.’

Since childhood, his ideal had always been pride in his family. And what he now pursued was a sharp yet elegant sword to protect that family.

Fwaaaah!

The conviction he had carried since his youth, from the moment he first wore Zieghart’s mantle, now rose from his silver sword.

The Ultimate Technique of the Barren Wind Sword.

Divine Wind Spirit.

Threads of wind unraveled like silk, slicing through the demonic energy and burrowing into Ruf’s body.

Slaaaash!

The body that had withstood every attack without a single scratch finally cracked open with deep fractures.

As the silent wind passed through, the slashes it left behind emitted a faint, blue light.

Chwaaaak!

When Burren lowered his sword, the wound carved across Ruf’s chest split open even further, unleashing a torrent of deep blue wind.

“You… to someone like you….”

Ruf couldn’t even finish his sentence before collapsing where he stood.

Even his black demonic energy, which possessed the power of regeneration, failed to mend his body and faded away.

“…So this is Grandmaster.”

Burren let out a hollow chuckle as he slumped to the ground.

"It doesn’t feel real. I still feel like I’m the weakest one. But…."

I kept my promise.

More than reaching the realm of Grandmaster, the fact that he had protected the trust of Raon and his father made him feel weightless, as if he could fly.

“No… It’s not over yet.”

Gripping his sword once more, Burren steadied himself and rose to his feet.

He stood firm, as if he would allow no one to pass.

The blue wind blowing from behind felt as though it were draping over his back the mantle he had once worn in childhood.

 

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