The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 457

Chapter 457

Irond was sitting in the center of the Baengnyeondae gymnasium with his eyes closed. A black shadow fell in front of him who did not even move as if he was meditating.

Irond slowly opened his eyes. He was not taken aback when he saw the strange situation with only shadows and no people.

“Did you come again?”

“You look good.”

A low voice came from the shadows. It was the voice of a masked person who had visited the hospital room before.

“He said that it was not okay to engage in an unfair sword fight and gave me time to recover and wield the sword. After all, the family is crazy about swordsmanship.”

Irond muttered Sieghart’s name and laughed.

“Do you have the confidence to defeat Raon Sieghart?”

“Are you saying that even when you see me?”

“…”

The masked man sent a fierce gaze from the shadows as if to say something.

“joy. He absorbed all of the Cheongyoungdan and also acquired the White Jammugyeol. I’ll cut off his arm and even break the short circuit as you like.”

“It can be either one.”

“The rest is mine. I don’t like him either. To the point where I want to strangle him to death.”

Irond let out a bloody voice and narrowed his eyes.

“Do whatever you want. It’s just that if you do stupid things that happen while you’re not paying attention…”

“It’s unnecessary nagging. Tell your master to wait patiently.”

“…”

The masked man did not answer. The shadow that contained him faded as if melting in the sun, and then disappeared altogether.

“It looks like you’re going to use me as a hunting dog and boil it after the hunt…”

Irond looked at the ground where the masked man’s shadow was reflected and drew a creepy smile.

“For now, don’t accept it. It just won’t go into the pot the way you guys think.”

* * *

Sieghart’s Great Parade.

This special gymnasium, which could only be entered with permission from the head of household or the head of the household, was rarely filled with people.

The reason was, of course, the sword fight between Raon and Irond.

Most of Sieghart’s warriors were seated in the audience, as they could freely enter and exit the great hall on the day of the sword fight.

The managers of the grand banquet hall were also busily moving so that their feet could not be seen, setting up a training ground in the center for gladiator fights and making seats for the officers.

“It’s been a long time since a sword fight between the Lord of Gwangpung and the Lord of Baekryun will be pleasing to the eye.”

“Which of the two will win?”

“It’s the major and vice-owners. Even if Baekryeon Daeju caused a big problem, the conclusion has already been drawn.”

“Well, it’s because the experience of holding a sword and fighting is different.”

“okay. No matter how much Raon Sieghart is a genius, it’s hard to overcome that wall of time. Baekryeon Daeju isn’t the one who used to play and eat.”

“I also hope that the storm troop lord will win, but there is no hope.”

“I don’t know why you applied for a gladiator fight.”

Most of the warriors in the audience predicted victory for Irond, who had reached a higher level and had much more experience.

Because of the reason for the sword fight, Raon had a high affinity for it and even though Irond’s reputation was hitting the bottom, the predictions for victory and defeat did not change.

“I don’t know. Raon Sieghart is not a man who steps forward without any countermeasures.”

“that’s right. Don’t you remember defeating Raiden right here? Even then, everyone predicted Raiden’s victory.”

“That’s not all. Raon Sieghart has never lost a one-on-one duel. Don’t you remember when you were an expert and caught the white blooded apostle?”

However, unlike before, the number of people predicting his victory by looking at Raon’s achievements has increased considerably.

“Is it the same as then and now? Irond is not Raiden. There is no comparison.”

“Did Raon stay still then? A 21-year-old has reached Master Superlative! Did you forget that you caught two pillars and Baekrang this time?”

“Even Baekryun Daeju can do that much lightly. I know Irond is a son of a bitch, but I have to think calmly about the game!”

“It’s Raon, judging calmly. If I won this sword fight, my family’s influence would grow without a joke, so I didn’t think anything of it!”

“Then let’s go to the gambling table. Why don’t we put all of this month’s salary into each pusher?”

“Receive and pay as a salary!”

The people who were arguing over who would win between Raon and Irond took out their pockets of gold coins and ran to the gambling table outside the gymnasium.

Burren smiled lightly at the rumbling audience.

“Now more and more people know about Raon.”

In the past, most people bet only on Raiden when they had sword fights at the Great Hall, but now the number of people betting on Raon has increased considerably.

‘It must mean acknowledging Raon’s skills.’

A battle between the main and sub-lords. The fact that there were people betting money on Raon despite the fact that there were more people who bet on Raon meant that more people were acknowledging his powerlessness.

“Huh…”

He turned his head to the right at the sound of a yawn. Runan licked his lips and shook his head.

“Wake me up when it starts.”

Runan waved his hands helplessly and began to sleep openly.

‘I’m not nervous at all.’

Rather than being nervous, Runan seemed to think Raon would win, and started to doze off.

I don’t know if I should say that I have a strong heart or that I have firm faith in Raon.

“Anyway, there are a lot of idiots.”

Martha sneered at the people who were betting on Irond as they rushed to the gambling house.

“There’s no way he’s going to fight a losing battle.”

She, too, spoke words of trust, as if thinking that Raon would win unconditionally in this sword fight.

“Yes. Our Yamsaengi Budaeju never loses a fight.”

Crane licked his lips in agreement with Martha’s words.

“I can’t imagine the sub-owner losing to anyone now.”

Even Dorian, the timidst of the windmills, was chewing on snacks with a calm expression on his face.

These are not the only ones. The entire Gwangpungdae was waiting for today’s sword fight with eyes that believed in Raon’s victory.

Burren smiled calmly as he scanned the windmill.

‘It’s amazing.’

Originally, the only people who had a crush on Raon in Gwangpungdae were Dorian and Runan.

It was both surprising and strange that Raon, whom he had thought of as a thorn in his finger, had become a trustworthy relationship and could entrust his life to him.

‘It’s probably because a lot happened…’

While Burren was thinking of his old thoughts, Frederick, the Saint of Rags, approached the seat next to him.

“Why are you alone? What about him?”

Federick tilted his head after checking the number of people in the windmill.

“The dung fly is in the dung. Where would you be?”

“poop?”

“hey.”

Marta immediately recognized who Federik was asking and pointed down.

A red-haired elf was pointed at the tip of her finger.

“From me! bet me first! these children! Move! You guys, don’t bet on Raon!”

Rimer was screaming with a bag of gold coins in his arms among the crowd of gamblers.

“Hey master! All my property to Raon Sieghart!”

“…”

Federik and the windmill shook their heads at the same time, keeping Rimer’s pitiful figure in their eyes.

* * *

The sound of solemn steps passes behind the main gate of the Great Hall.

Above the majesty of the black dragon cloth that seems to be wrapped in darkness, Raon’s brilliant face is revealed.

Unlike blonde hair, which shines more brilliantly in sunlight, her calm red eyes were different.

“Uh…”

“That’s Raon?”

“The momentum is no joke…”

“It’s not the sub-owner level. It wouldn’t be strange even if it was a large shareholder!”

The audience opened their mouths round as if they were mesmerized by the extraordinary weight and beautiful appearance that made them forget words.

“Wowaaaaaa!”

“Raon Sieghart!”

“Believe! Fuck the ironed!”

“You can’t even recycle such rubbish!”

“I bet everything on you!”

The crowd, who came to their senses belatedly, waved their hands and raised their voices.

Raon listened to the shouts of the crowd filling the audience seats and headed to the training ground built in the center of the gymnasium.

– It’s different from before.

Lars frowned as he looked around the crowd.

-There were few people cheering for you before.

‘It did.’

Raon smiled and nodded. When he had a sword fight with Raiden before, there were not even a handful of people cheering him on.

But now, more than half of the swordsmen in the arena were shouting their names.

Even if Irond had committed a crime, he did not expect such cheers.

‘The head of the household was right.’

Glenn said that this sword fight not only caused Irond’s downfall, but also had an element that increased his family’s influence incomparably higher than before.

Looking at the reaction of the audience now, it seems that what he said was right.

Raon calmed his fast beating heart and stood in front of the arena.

Irond had already arrived on the other side. He sat in the waiting room and looked at us with cold eyes.

‘He’s not an idiot at all.’

He knew he would get excited as soon as he saw him, but Irond’s eyes were cold.

I knew how to control my emotions to see if I was occupying the position of a major player for nothing.

“You look good.”

Irond smiled lightly and made a chin gesture.

“Thanks to someone, it was comfortable.”

In fact, it was hard enough to learn Glenn’s teachings, but he shook his hand pretending to be relaxed.

“I can understand that you are confident. That powerlessness at that age. The world will only look low and shallow. But…”

A creepy red light slowly rose from Irond’s eyes.

“I have been wielding the sword since before you were born. Apart from the realm, the actual experience itself is different. You will regret inviting me to a gladiator fight.”

“Even if I didn’t walk, someday you would.”

Raon tapped the sheath of the Jecheon sword and turned his chin.

“I just wanted to get rid of the obtrusive junk quickly. I’m not curious about your experience and state.”

“One heart is still great.”

Irond did not succumb to the provocation and wrinkled his face. It seemed that I had properly cultivated my mind for a month.

‘It must be more fun than I thought.’

Raon sat down in the waiting room with a satisfied smile.

After waiting for a while, people began to fill the executive table.

Following Serena, whom I had just met, Karoon and Denier Balder also came in and sat in the high table.

While watching the officers and waiting for the sparring to start, two swordsmen standing in front of the main gate of the grand banquet hall slammed the floor with their bayonets.

Whoops!

The swordsmen’s cries were heard along with a huge sound that shook the ground.

“The head of the household is entering!”

Glenn enters through the main gate of the grand banquet hall where the golden sunlight pours in. It was to the extent that Cheryl and Loen behind him could not be seen properly due to his presence extending like a divine sword.

To show such a presence without raising momentum was a case of not being pushed by the demon lords that he faced in the lower castle.

“Meet the head of the household!”

Raon and everyone in the large hall bowed their heads toward Glenn.

Glenn didn’t even nod and went up to the highest seat on the podium. Truly the power of the king. The person who taught me swordsmanship every night and ate a sandwich with me didn’t exist here.

“Let everyone wake up.”

It was only after Glenn gestured that everyone in the arena stood up and could barely breathe.

“Proceed.”

At his direction, the moderator who was below the podium stepped forward.

“Today’s gladiator, Baekryeon Daelord Irond, and Blaze Lord Raon Sieghart, please step up to the podium!”

At the call of the moderator, Irond went upstairs first. As if he had finished preparing his heart, he sent eyes filled with cool emotions.

Raon did not go up to the arena and looked at the audience.

Sylvia was praying with her hand in hand with the ladies-in-waiting, the windmill was leisurely forgetting Dorian’s snacks as if believing, and Limer was waving at the signboard of the gambling board.

I passed by them and saw where the Baekryundae swordsmen were. They were looking at themselves with desperate eyes, as if asking to be saved from Irond’s hands.

Those eyes seemed to see her from her previous life, who couldn’t free herself from Derus Robert’s leash.

My hands tightened, and my chest felt cold.

After taking a short breath, Raon went up to the arena.

“from now on!”

Following the moderator’s instructions, Raon and Irond faced each other in the center of the arena.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

Irond raised his mouth thinly. Standing in front of him, it felt like his body and aura all hardened.

‘It’s not a feeling. I’m really strong.’

There’s no way your senses can lie. It was right to believe in the feeling and fight thinking that Irond had become stronger.

“thanks.”

Irond snapped his fingers as if he were about to draw his sword.

“Thanks to you, I think I will be able to operate the unit again with only light discipline.”

He was thinking of getting rid of his sins with the gold plate he would get after the sword fight.

If you combine the two gold plates and the achievements he has accumulated so far, it was a good enough possibility.

“Your imagination is free.”

Raon felt his frozen heart and put his hand on the blade of the Jecheon sword.

“what?”

“Your punishment will be served here. with my own hands.”

With a sneer on his lips, he gave Irond a chin.

“It won’t be as kind as the family’s punishment, so be prepared.”

“You cheeky bastard…”

Irond frowned deeper. However, it didn’t seem like his immobility was shaken.

“Are you both ready?”

“done.”

“It’s done.”

Ryand and Raon nodded at the same time.

The host took a step back and raised his hand to the sky.

“Then, from now on, we will start the sword fight between the master of Baekryun and the leader of the stormy wind!”

He threw his hand down like a thunderbolt and left the stage.

Although they started, Raon and Irond did not move. They only looked at each other’s eyes with their hands on the sword.

oh oh oh!

The momentum of the two swordsmen, who reached the highest level of master, began to rise slowly as the sun rose, creating enormous pressure in the arena.

Poududeuk!

As the spirits of Raon and Irond collided, the well-polished battlefield crumbled and stone fragments began to emerge.

The moment the finger-sized piece of stone reached his waist, Raon pulled out the jecheon sword.

When the extreme swordsmanship using Chungwoo’s tricks spread out, a blue sword light flashed in front of his eyes. Irond also fired a sword at the same moment.

Whoa!

The sword of the Emperor and the sword of Irond collided, causing a huge shaking to the extent that the gymnasium rang.

The two swords twisted as if twisted at the tremendous impact and were pushed back.

Irond tried to retreat with the sword, but Raon’s movement was different.

cooong!

Raon stepped forward with his left foot. He reduced the aftermath of the shock with Taehwabo, which pressed down on the ground, and caught up with Irond.

“this guy!”

Irond grasped the movement of this side at once and came down with his left elbow. The right hand holding the sword was backwards, so it was a natural movement.

Raon grasped Irond’s movements in an instant and grabbed his sleeve with his left hand.

Teddeuk!

The softly bent wrist, containing the skill of Yu-geom, let go of Irond’s ferocious attack.

Quaaaaaa!

He lowered the right-hand Jecheon sword, which had reduced the impact with Taehwabo.

“Keugh!”

Irond let out a groan and created a wall of strong energy in front of the blade of the Celestial Sword.

I could feel the momentum stronger than the iron wall, but the flame that dyed the Jecheon Sword was sharper than that.

Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

The wall of the aura created by Irond cracked open, and his chest was ripped at an angle, spewing blood.

“You bastard…”

Irond bit his lip while looking at the scar on his chest.

“Practical experience? A high level?”

Raon brushed off a drop of blood from the blade of the Jecheon sword.

“It’s enough to chew on that.”

The Reincarnated Assassin is a Swordsman Genius Chapter 457

Author Lee Ant

Publisher Daon Creative

Planning / Editing / Producer Taehyun

Kim Cover Alter

ISBN 979-11-6730-123-9 (05810)

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