The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 650

Episode 650

“That’s insulting to Buwonju’s parents, right?”

“that’s right. It was written in a very classy way, but in the end it was a curse on the parents…”

“Is Gwangpungdae a place that only crazy people go to? “What kind of master…”

The prosecutors, who had barely come to their senses, swallowed their dry saliva as they looked at the magic writing that had not yet been erased.

“But didn’t you use that very well? “It sounds like poetry or song lyrics.”

“that’s right. “It sounded like a song.”

“I’ve got that stuff stuck in my head and I can’t leave it!”

A few prosecutors laughed in admiration for Raon’s writing and Yua’s voice.

“An ignorant person expresses his feelings of inferiority to others, while a saint realizes his own shortcomings and trains his mind!”

“A lowly person looks for those who are weaker than him and laughs at them, while a noble person shares his knowledge and heart with those who are weaker than him!”

The children sang along to Raon’s writings like a song. The child’s sense of rhythm was still intact.

“no!”

“Never copy me!”

The parents quickly silenced the child, but the phenomenon had already erupted throughout the main building and was beyond control.

“After all, that’s a sword fight application, right? Something big will happen….”

“Considering Bu Won-ju’s personality, I would never accept it, but if I don’t get hit in this sword fight….”

“You’ll be an idiot. I will definitely accept it. “No, I have no choice but to take it!”

“Raon Sieghardt. He is truly a scary person…”

The prosecutors’ shoulders trembled as they re-read the magically written words.

Rimmer leaned his back against the wall and enjoyed the people’s reactions before entering the family battle.

He kicked down the heavy door of the throne room and entered.

“Did you see it? “Did our crazy guy cause an accident?”

Rimmer smiled brightly and waved his hand as if a light had been turned on.

“I just introduced Verbin, but he made a huge mess!”

Contrary to what he said was a mess, he chuckled as he looked at the magic text reflected outside the window.

“Hehehehe!”

Roen let out a rare, refreshing laugh.

“I knew Master Raon wouldn’t stay still, but I didn’t know he planned something like that.”

He massaged the back of his neck, saying things were getting more and more beyond his imagination.

“Good.”

Cheryl smiled softly as she recited Raon’s words drawn in the air.

“You could almost say it’s poetry. “Even if it’s a mockery, it’s really well written, isn’t it?”

She twitched her fingers, muttering that she had memorized it right away.

“I thought you wouldn’t say that?”

Rimmer tilted his head as he looked at Cheryl.

“why?”

“Even if it is an elegant piece of writing, in the end, the meaning is vague…”

“It was Bu Won-ju who touched the parents first. Rather, Raon is a gentleman because he expressed it so elegantly.”

Cheryl shrugged, saying she had no choice but to admit it.

“Wow, even us oldies can admit it.”

Rimmer clapped in the air, praising Raon’s plan.

“Actually, the reason it spread so far may have been the power of Lady Yua. “His voice has a magical power that makes it impossible to take your ears off.”

Roen smiled softly as if he was proud of Yua.

“Yes. “I used my brain well in many ways.”

Rimmer nodded in agreement.

“The sword fight will take place without much to be seen.”

“I guess so. Even Buwonju, who is like a loach, will not be able to escape after hearing those words.”

Cheryl chuckled in agreement.

“I can’t wait for the next three weeks. But…”

Rimmer looked at the magic text that still remained and then turned his gaze to the back.

Aris, who seemed most likely to run amok, was stuck in a corner, deep in thought.

“What are you doing? “Your favorite nephew had an accident and got into an accident. Why are you keeping quiet?”

Rimmer tilted his head and approached Aris.

“That…”

Aris frowned as she looked at the writing floating in the air.

“It was good at first, but as I read it…”

“As I read it?”

“It stung a little.”

Her eyes slowly looked up to the stage.

“….”

As soon as Glenn caught Aris’ gaze, he turned his head and closed his eyes tightly. Now that I think about it, the corners of his mouth, which would normally point up toward the ceiling, were drooping.

“her.”

Rimmer read Raon’s challenge slowly and took a deep breath without realizing it.

‘This exploded in a wide area…’

***

Do-goe entered the senate with confident steps.

“ah!”

“Master Dogoe…”

The warriors inside the Senate trembled as if they were wondering whether to stop Dogoe or retreat as they looked at Dogoe who suddenly came.

“I’ll just spread the word, so don’t worry about it.”

Do-goe waved his hand at the warriors, entered the hallway on the right side of the Senate, and stood in front of the vice-won’s office.

“Oh no! Not now…”

“Shut up.”

Crison blocked the way, saying no entry was allowed, but Dogoe pushed him away and opened the door to Bu Wonju’s office.

“Hmm!”

Do-gae looked inside and twisted his mouth.

Originally, Buwonju’s office was neatly organized without a trace of dust, although it was not flashy, but now everything was ruined as if a battle had taken place.

The ebony desk was broken in half and lying around, the bookshelves were all smashed and collapsed, and the decorations were broken as if they had been hit with a hammer.

“It’s quite a mess. “It’s no different from the annex you ruined.”

“….”

Bu Won-ju sat down on the broken chair and glared at Do-goe.

“Looking at it like this, it’s amazing, right? What some people ruin in 10 days can be ruined in just one day. No. I made it like this in just a few minutes. “It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Raon won by decision.”

Do-goe flipped his thumb as if mocking Bu Won-ju.

“If you don’t want to die here, shut up.”

Bu Wonju gritted his teeth as if he was going to attack him at any moment.

“Khahahaha!”

Do-goe burst out laughing as if mocking Bu Won-ju.

“For an old man like a snake to make such an expression, 10 years of pain is completely gone!”

“Collapse!”

When Vice Wonju furrowed his eyebrows and tried to stand up, he shook his head.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t come here just to make fun of you.”

Do-goe took out a document and threw it at Bu Won-ju. The paper fluttered and was caught in Buwonju’s hand.

“This is a sword fight request from the owner of the annex. A 2-on-2 battle between the annex and the Buwonju room. “The winner keeps fighting.”

“2 to 2?”

Bu Won-ju wrinkled his nose as if he hadn’t expected it to be 2-2.

“Even if you were just a facade, I said you were the commander-in-chief of the annex. Are you coming out in person?”

“no.”

Do-gae calmly shook his head.

“I feel like I want to come out and slit your throat, but that little boy won’t let me.”

“Hmm…”

Bu Won-ju narrowed his eyes as if trying to understand Do-gae’s thoughts.

“Why are you staring at me so hard? “I don’t tell lies like you do.”

The doge twisted his mouth and waved his hands.

“Say it again. It is a sword fight between the annex and the Buwonju room. “If you drag someone else in, you’ll end up in an even uglier situation than you are now.”

“…Know.”

Bu Won-ju glared at Do-gae and chewed his lips.

“Hehehehe.”

Do-goe took out a bottle of alcohol from his arms as if he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“The look on your face is delicious. “You can’t miss out on snacks like this.”

He emptied the entire liquor bottle, taking note of Bu Won-ju’s distorted expression.

“It’s funny that even a raccoon old man like you can’t do anything about that kid. After all, I have become a lowly, ignorant person who has not learned anything from my parents, so I guess I can’t stand it.”

“You until the end!”

“I’ve said everything, so don’t go back.”

Do-gae threw the empty liquor bottle on the floor of Buwonju’s room and turned his back.

Wow!

A loud noise as if the ceiling and floor were being crushed was heard from the Buwonju room where he left.

“Does it sound delicious?”

Dogoe chuckled and put the second bottle of liquor to his mouth.

***

“It’s a baby. are you okay?”

Sylvia let out a sigh of relief as she hugged the infant who returned from the magic tower.

“are you okay!”

Yua shook her head vigorously and hugged Sylvia.

“Raon! Better tell me! “You can’t believe you made Yu-Ah say something like that…”

“Yoo-Ah said she wanted to do it. And…”

Raon shook his head, stroking Yua’s head.

“Only a toddler can do that.”

It’s not a lie. Thanks to Yua’s recitation, the words I wrote resonated like songs and poems.

If Sylvia had said that, it would have been much less effective than it is now.

“But he’s still a child…”

“Don’t worry. “There were almost no bad things said.”

If you look at it frankly, it’s ‘What on earth did your parents do?’, but I wrote the words as neatly as possible so as not to pollute the child’s mouth.

“It’s a baby! good job! “I feel so refreshed!”

Helen burst out laughing, holding the toddler’s shoulder.

“me too! “I haven’t seen that old man’s angry face, but I love imagining it!”

“I got scolded for holding it in, but now I feel relieved!”

“I’m going to sleep with both feet stretched out today!”

The other maids couldn’t wipe the smiles off their faces as if they were so happy.

“Me too…”

Even Judiel nodded loudly. Seeing everyone so happy showed how vicious Bu Wonju was.

“Honestly, me too. No, it’s very refreshing.”

Sylvia smiled awkwardly and smoothed the back of her hair.

“I just feel sorry for Yua.”

“I’m really fine!”

Yua shook her head as she touched Sylvia’s bruised hand.

“Because I was truly angry too. “I’m glad I can help with something like this.”

After Yua returned, she showed her anger for the first time when she saw the annex damaged.

Thanks to this, she readily responded to my request, and when she used loudspeaker magic, she showed her true strength and was able to resonate everyone’s emotions.

“And your mother has other things to do.”

“What should I do?”

Sylvia tilted her head as if asking what he was saying.

“You know that that text is a duel, right?”

“okay.”

“I did not sign up for a one-on-one sword fight.”

Raon lowered his gaze as he watched the magic text slowly disappear.

“2 vs 2 epic battle. I applied for a sword fight, with the winner continuing to fight.”

“Then…”

Sylvia seemed to understand what he was saying and opened her eyes round.

“yes. “Your mother must lead the way.”

Raon nodded calmly.

“The ones coming out of Bu Wonju’s room will be Cleason and Bu Wonju, so your mother has to hold on to Clerson and deal with Bu Wonju.”

“Both?”

Sylvia opened her mouth. Crison didn’t know, but he seemed taken aback at being told to deal with Vice Wonju as well.

“You were angry. “I have to protect the annex, but there’s nothing I can do.”

“….”

She didn’t speak, but answered by chewing her lips.

“I’ll give you a chance to express that anger.”

As Raon said those words, he took out Buwonju’s 10 martial arts swords.

“There are three weeks left until the sword fight. It will be several times more difficult than the Senate inspection. “Mother makes the choice.”

As I said those words, I looked into Sylvia’s eyes.

Slowly burning red eyes. The woman who cried countless times and blamed herself for her weakness was no longer seen.

All that existed now was a single swordsman with a sword to protect his family.

-Mom is quite talented too, but she won’t be able to win.

Lars looked at Sylvia’s eyes and shook his head as if he felt even more regretful.

‘Maybe so.’

-Why do you know that?

‘Even if you lose 999 times out of 1000, there are times when you have to fight with your own hands.’

Raon nodded, facing Sylvia’s red eyes.

“There is no need for an answer. “Let’s get started right away.”

***

The vacant lot at the entrance to Bukmangsan Mountain was dug up as if it had been bombed.

“Huh…”

Sylvia let out a shaky breath as she rolled on the ground, which was dug like a hole.

“It’s slow. “Rather than thinking with your head and then moving your body, your body and head should move at the same time.”

Raon caught up with Sylvia, who was retreating, and struck down his sword. A silver blade with dappled sunlight fell towards Sylvia’s leg.

It’s not Manhwagong’s swordsmanship or Gwanga’s sword. It was a battle of ten types of swords in which the sword turned into ten lights.

“Ugh!”

Sylvia urgently took steps. She retreated so quickly that the shadow disappeared, but Raon’s sword followed behind her like a magnet.

“Sipjonggeomgyeol does not only involve Hwangeom and Byeongeom. It’s very fast. “If you don’t prepare properly, your limbs will be cut off before your eyes get used to the magic sword.”

Raon jumped in front of Sylvia and stabbed the sword of the Jecheon Sword into her chest.

“okay!”

Sylvia responded as if she was yelling and barely managed to block the sword strike that went straight to her solar plexus.

PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

However, because the true intention of the Ten Kinds of Swords was not speed, but change and illusion, the rapidly expanding trajectory of the sword tore through her flesh.

“Hmph!”

Even though Sylvia was cut by the sword, she continued her swordsmanship with a nonchalant expression.

“It’s good not to panic, but the movement has become stiff.”

Raon took a step into the space where Sylvia was swinging her sword with blood splattering around. He channeled the shower of sword strikes with his sword and struck Sylvia’s waist with his left elbow.

Whoops!

Sylvia let out a short scream and fell to the dirt.

“Ugh….”

“Just because you’re a prosecutor, you shouldn’t only focus on swordsmanship. Your opponent is an experienced raccoon. “You are several steps above your mother, so you must be prepared for every situation.”

“Okay…”

She chewed her lip and stood up again like a roly-poly. Even though he felt pain and was exhausted, his eyes never wavered.

The will to never again make the family in the annex suffer was burning with determination.

“Then let’s start again.”

Raon kicked the ground roughly. He approached with a blurry walking technique like a watercolor painting and unfolded the ten types of sword techniques one after another.

Quaaaaaaa!

Heaven and earth are filled with the sword’s trajectory. Numerous sword strikes became a storm.

“Ah…”

Sylvia couldn’t read the flow of so many swords and her lips trembled.

“The thing you need to be most careful about when fighting Hwangeom Byeongeom is your own eyes. If your eyes are dazzled by the other person’s flow, it’s over at that moment. “Even though it’s hard and your brain feels like it’s going to burn, you have to analyze it with your aura and energy until the end.”

After giving brief advice, Raon unleashed a storm of sword strikes that filled the earth and sky.

Hwaaaaa!

Sylvia didn’t move. With eyes boiling like lava, I could only look at the trail of the rushing waves of the ten sword swords.

PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Her hand stretched out like a thunderbolt as sharp sword strikes began to split her skin. Just one stab. However, the stab pierced through the center of Pungah Goecham.

Hahaha!

A stab refined to the limit calms the trajectory of a sword that had filled the heavens and earth. Dozens of swords of light sank like leaves wet with rain.

“Haa…”

But when Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief, the dying sword flow was revived.

“ah!”

Rather, the sword attack that surged faster passed through Sylvia as if cutting through her.

“Ugh….”

Sylvia stumbled and fell to her knees, and Raon stood in front of her and shook his head.

“I told you, right? The opponent is an experienced raccoon. “You can also use seasonal herbs like that.”

Raon looked down at Sylvia with cold eyes.

“Concentrate until the end. In your current state, you can’t survive even ten sums of Buwonju.”

“…okay.”

Sylvia stood up on her own and grabbed her sword even though Raon did not tell her to do so.

Cheeeeee!

As soon as Raon and Sylvia made eye contact, they stabbed their swords at each other’s vital points.

Hahaha!

A strong shock wave exploded and the leaves fell as if they were frightened.

The training of the hat with similar eyes continued even after the sun set and the sun rose again.

The leaves hanging from the trees and bushes fell one by one, as if waiting, every time the two people’s swords clashed.

When all the leaves on the tree fell, the two men’s swords stopped and three weeks passed by.

The day of sword fighting has dawned.