The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 413



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Episode 413

“Come on, this chance to hit the jackpot will never come again. Watch Raon’s matchmaking, win money, eat pheasants, and eat eggs!”

Limer clapped her hands and raised her voice to attract more guests.

“This is a game where you can enjoy the showdown of Muston, a young swordsman who is a disciple of Raon Sieghard the Great Swordsman and will shake the world in the future!”

At his cheerful cry, the temporary gambling hall was filled like a full line.

– Huh… .

Lars looked at Limer and shook his head flutteringly.

– The king has seen quite a few guinea pigs, but this is the first time he has a personality that is so different from his guinea pigs.

He murmured that it was strange, how did such a elf come out among the noble elves.

Raon nodded hard.

‘I didn’t even know there were such elves.’

If you think about the Elf race, you would usually think of beautiful looks, high affinity for nature, an exclusive personality, and a quiet life with nature as a friend.

– Did the main king tell you? It’s a prefabricated ear, so if you grab it and pull it, it will fall off.

‘I don’t think so.’

He grinned and nodded his head. Unless it’s a good-looking face, it’s just what backstreet thugs would do.

As Lars said, I doubted that the ears were removable.

Raon approached Limer’s gambling hall, which was starting to get more and more crowded.

People who had gathered were predicting today’s victory or defeat to bet money.

“Oh, who should I bet money on?”

“Of course it’s Raon. Do you know that he got his nickname as White Sword Dragon by gambling?”

“I would also choose a benefactor if possible, but my opponent is my opponent.”

“right. You shouldn’t think lightly that you’re not someone else, and that you’re a disciple of the Five Great Swordsman Sword Demon.”

“Oh, it’s difficult. what about this… .”

Originally, the money should have flowed toward Raon, who was active this time, but because the sword spirit’s name was so huge, people couldn’t easily place bets.

“Oh, I don’t know! I will trust the benefactor!”

“right. If you don’t know, let’s go to Loyalty!”

“Certainly, the White Sword Dragon is my favorite. You ended this war alone.”

“Me too, Raon!”

When the people right in front of the newsstand bet on Raon, the people behind them also nodded their heads saying that they would bet on Raon.

“Ah, you don’t know.”

Rimer smiled slyly as he looked at the money he had piled up in front of the stall.

“As I said a while ago, Raon is not alone in ending this war. I was there.”

He exhaled excitedly, saying that the war was barely over thanks to his support, which had come when Raon was exhausted.

“uh? The party is over there! Laon!”

Limer beckoned to Raon, who was standing blankly behind him.

“her… .”

Raon looked at Limer and blew away.

‘That man really… .’

Rather than be shy, I never imagined that he would use it for gambling. His brazenness was comparable to that of Merlin.

“Laon. you tell me! Did you finish it by yourself in the end?”

“It’s not.”

Without the help of Limer and Wendy Aryan, the Sphere of Morale would not have been cut, and she shook her head.

“Then what would have happened if it hadn’t been for Ha Bun-seong or my help?”

“It must have been very dangerous.”

This time, I had no choice but to speak frankly.

“Look! Because they’re all bubbles. It’s also the king’s foam by rubbing both palms with soap!”

A little while ago, Limer floated it saying that it was a dog of the dog gang and a white sword dragon, and now it was a bubble.

“It breaks my heart to see you all confused. Let me give you a little hint. There are rumors that the disciple of the sword spirit caught the white blooded apostle and the black tower before coming here.”

He said that he knew for the first time that the sword demon had a disciple at the festival, and he started talking nonsense.

“Besides, Raon used to be nicknamed Short Sword Ghost. Even to take away that nickname, Muston will do his best to fight!”

“Huh! Catch the apostle and the stairwell?”

“The momentum was definitely sharp, and it was worth more than the name of a swordsman’s disciple.”

“It’s a nickname for a short sword demon, so if there is such a thing, I will do my best to die.”

“Because I hear you. I’m more confused… .”

While the people were thinking more deeply, the Three Princes went to the front of the stall and put down the pockets of gold coins.

thud!

His eyes focused on the heavy sound of his pockets hitting the table.

“500 gold coins for Raon Sieghard.”

His huge bet filled people’s eyes with desire.

“Huh!”

“Oh, 500 gold coins?”

“If 500… .”

Everyone seemed to be calculating dividends in their heads, and even breathing could not be heard.

“I have decided! I go to the disciple of the sword spirit!”

“Ten silver coins for Muston!”

“Shut up! From me!”

“I even give my baby candy to Muston!”

The troubled people threw away their worries and poured money on the table.

“The Three Princes?”

Raon called the three princes.

“Uh… .”

The three princes shuddered and shuddered, avoiding their eyes and looking towards Limer.

‘what?’

It was strange to have the look of a child caught while betting on money and stealing.

‘no way?’

He frowned and sent a message to the three princes to come.

[Did our lord make it?]

[That, that… .]

Seeing the trembling of his reply, it was clear that Rimer had given the order.

[Why is the prince engaged in Danju-sama’s gambling? ah!]

When I turned my head, I could see how Limer was beating the three princes.

[Maybe Martha?]

[Ouch!]

Seeing the three princes terrified, I was convinced.

It was clear that Rimer knew that the Three Princes had feelings for Marta, and that he had given him information about her and asked him to grow the gambling table.

Raon bit his lip.

‘What is that person really doing?’

It was almost like a scam. I was wondering what kind of person this is.

“here! here!”

“Get some money quickly!”

“I’m betting on the disciple of the sword spirit!”

“I am Raon!”

I tried to stop it, but people’s eyes were already dyed with madness. It looked like there was going to be a riot if it was dried.

“Now it’s your turn!”

Limer couldn’t handle the guests alone, and beckoned to the side.

“yes… .”

Dorian, who had been hiding in the corner, popped out, wrote down the amount people bet, and shoved the money into his belly pocket.

“What else are you?”

“I’m at the bank today… .”

Dorian sighed and took the money.

“Today, a portion of this gambling board’s fees will be donated to the rebuilding of the Aryan House! Think of it as a donation and bet your money!”

Rimer talked about how much of the commission he earns today will be donated to the Aryan family.

“Are you going to donate?”

“Then let’s go further!”

“Shut up and take my money!”

“Laon!”

“Mouston!”

When the good intentions of donation were also intervened, people started betting even the small money they had saved.

– Probably not?

Lars shook his head, saying that earplug couldn’t do a good job.

‘You can’t do it if you say you don’t.’

No matter how much Limer, he will not lie with his donation. I couldn’t have imagined that he would have such a good idea, so I laughed out loud.

Now that I look at it, the signboard on the kiosk read that it was donated.

‘I hope to see you again… uh?’

Raon opened his mouth as he read the words.

the end of the sign. [40% commission] was written in very small letters so that even the master could see it only by focusing his eyes.

‘Four, forty percent?’

The fee for illegal gambling is only 10% to 20%, but 40%, which was a crazy rate that even usurers would cry.

‘I can see why you want to donate.’

If the fee was 40%, it would literally sweep away the money, so it was clear that he was going to take the amount of snot out of it.

– Did the main king tell you? That eardrum is irreparable.

“Whew… .”

Raon sighed as she looked at Limer whose eyes had turned into gold coins.

That’s a real dark elf… .

* * *

After completing preparations for the match, Muston went to Rek’tar’s room.

“Master.”

He bowed his head to Rek’tar, who sat on the sofa and looked out the window.

“It’s time for Dalian.”

“Right.”

After meeting Raon, Rektar, who had been in that form for two days, turned his head for the first time.

Kwok.

Muston bit his lip as he looked at his teacher, whose eyes were shriveled up.

‘Damn it… … ‘

I was trying to fight him to show that I was better than Raon, but it seemed to only show his mettle.

After meeting Raon, Rek’tar looked up at the sky without looking at this side and drank the wine.

Mouston grabbed the scabbard, remembering Raon, who seemed to be reflected in Rek’Thar’s eyes.

‘jackanapes.’

You’re going to break me and share the sword with Master?

I remembered the face of the guy who never spoke arrogant words without knowing his skills, and without even knowing it, his hands got stronger.

puddle.

He let out a groan that twisted as if the sheath was about to break.

When I thought of the short sword spirit I wanted, the nickname of the sword dragon, and Raon, who even took the attention of my teacher, my heart trembled as if pretending to be.

‘I will break you no matter what.’

Raon belongs to Sieghard, but has not been taught Glenn’s martial arts.

It was natural for him to win after inheriting the swordsman’s martial arts and training for a longer period of time.

“Master.”

Muston took one step closer to the swordmaster.

“I will win today in Dalian so that the cheeky swordsman will not reach the Master.”

“Be careful.”

Rek’tar slowly turned his head.

“The kid is strong. Don’t look down on it, and fight as if you were the strongest enemy you’ve ever fought.”

“The greatest enemy… .”

Muston bit his lip.

‘Are you saying you’re acknowledging him? .’

Rek’Thar is a person whom no one readily accepts. My heart tightened at the thought that such an ardent master had praised the young man for him.

In particular, since he was not chosen as a disciple of Rek’Thar himself, he was now more than angry and filled with anger.

“Please watch. I will prove that I am the only person who is suitable for Master’s disciple!”

Muston turned around with a cool force in his eyes.

Rek’Thar looked at Muston’s back and shook his head.

“You are seriously mistaken.”

The first disciple seemed to have fallen into a great misunderstanding, but now it seemed that any words he said would be meaningless.

I thought it might be of some help to him, so I left it alone.

“after… .”

Rek’tar looked out the window again and let out a shaky breath.

“I’ll find out today whether I’m right or not.”

* * *

Raon climbed up the dungeon before the sun rose in the center of the sky.

As rumors about Dalian spread, the area around the Dalian was not only filled with soldiers who came out to support this time, but also people belonging to the Aryan family.

“Woah ah ah ah!”

“You are up!”

“Laon! Raon! Laon!”

“White Sword Dragon! White Sword Dragon! White Sword Dragon!”

Perhaps it was because they had all met once, and there was a grander cheer than Sieghard.

As Raon raised his hand in response to the cheer, the crowd on the other side split, and Rektar the swordsman and his disciple Muston approached with heavy steps.

Muston bowed his head to the swordmaster and climbed up the dungeon.

“Oooh!”

“Mouston! Muston!”

“Disciple of the sword spirit!”

“The deity who killed the apostles and strata!”

Thanks to the people who had been betting on Muston because of Limer’s trick, the sound of cheering for Muston was not too far behind.

As Muston approached the center, his eyes gleamed with a bloody glare as if he were fighting life or death.

“You will never know how long I waited for this day to come.”

“So did I.”

Raon nodded calmly.

“Short sword spirit and sword dragon. You got them because you were lucky. If I had come before you, those names would have come before me.”

“If you’re not interested, take it.”

I have no interest in this name. As before, it didn’t matter if I was called Raon Sieghard, so I shrugged.

“That’s it. I don’t like that cheekiness.”

“I guess that’s not all?”

From the first time I saw him, Muston radiated a similar ferocious momentum. It’s not just about being cheeky.

“Don’t make me unable to open that mouth today.”

As he grabbed the swordsman, he shot out an intense light that seemed to burn with fire.

“No one did that.”

“Shut up!”

“It’s the same with that curse.”

Raon smiled and took a step forward. We faced Muston from a distance we could hear each other’s breathing.

When the two of them took the position that they were ready, I looked over the rosary and Kitten came up.

“This is Owen’s Borini Keaton, the referee today.”

He bowed his head in turn to Raon and Muston in a polite manner.

“You can never live. It’s Dalian, so please be polite to each other.”

“Yes.”

“I see.”

Borini Keaton listened to the two men’s answers and retreated to the end of the dungeon.

“Then let’s start the match between Raon Sieghard and Muston!”

He lowered the hand that was pointing towards the sky and went down the dungeon.

“Raon Sieghard.”

Muston immediately drew his sword and rushed in. An auror that draws power from the start. With eyes full of inferiority, he struck down the sword.

“Well?”

Raon frowned as he watched Muston’s sword strike that fell in an oblique line.

‘what?’

There are not one or two myths in the sword strike.

Paah!

It was fast, heavy, intense, sharp, colorful, and full of fantasy.

Whoops!

To observe his sword a little more closely, he stepped back and stepped on the Taehwabo to the left.

“Where are you running away from?”

Muston’s sword bent like a snake chasing a mouse and caught up with it. Accuracy and flexibility were combined with the various swordsmanship techniques that I felt a while ago.

Chewy!

Raon bent back and let the Muston’s sword flow. I could see her bangs that had not gone mad and fluttered in the air.

percussion!

He leaned back as if pushing the ice away by applying strength to his ankles and narrowed his eyes.

‘… Is it a bayonet?’

The art of swordsmanship is as diverse as the number of swordsmen. Most swordsmanship is made by harmonizing some of the techniques of various martial arts, but those who master all swords are different.

They gather the swordsmanship that they are learning and will learn in the future and constantly develop it into a new swordsmanship.

Now, the smell of all swords flowed out of Muston’s swordsmanship.

‘The sword of the swordsman was all swords… .’

Glenn Sighardt and Derus Robert are known to have mastered all swords so far.

‘but… .’

Raon briefly clicked his tongue as he watched Muston fire a series of sword attacks while clad in a blazing brute.

‘Iza was just a gimmick.’

The Man Sword is a unique swordsmanship that is made by consolidating numerous swordsmanships, but Muston’s sword techniques were not in harmony with each other.

It’s a quick sword, but it’s not fast, it’s a medium sword, but it’s not heavy, and it’s a strong sword but it’s not strong. I mixed all kinds of swordsmanship, but none of them were mine or harmonious.

‘The author is not looking at me there.’

His shoulders were stiff and his hands were full of strength. From the beginning, he used swordsmanship imbued with power uselessly, but it seemed that the goal was not to show this to the sword demon behind him.

‘It’s a meaningless match.’

Raon’s eyes hardened coldly. There was no need to delay any longer, as the man with nothing to gain was angry.

“I can’t avoid this!”

Muston rushes in like a thunderbolt and unleashes the sword that has been tilted back.

He surrounded his son-in-law with the magic of a heavy sword so that he could not avoid it, and in the center of the sword, a sharp sword and a strong sword, and even the trick of a dazzling side sword and a phantom sword were contained.

Whoo!

As if gravity had grown stronger, his body became heavier, and his eyes were filled with the swarm of swords wrapped in red rivers. It was a sword strike that contained the culmination of splendor.

‘Even an excellent master would not be able to properly respond to that splendid and intense swordsmanship. However… .’

not me.

Because he is walking on the path of all swords, one step ahead of Muston, he can break any of the poorly woven swordsmanship.

I decided to give a single lesson to a fool who walks the same path of swords.

Koo!

Raon stepped forward. The hot energy from his legs wrapped around his body, narrowing the gap with Muston.

Cheering!

The moment his sword sword was about to touch his skin, he drew his sword. The explosive energy of the cartoonist sprinted through the mana circuit of his body, emitting intense red flames from his right hand.

The eyes of Muston, who had been enveloped in jealousy, changed. She opens her mouth with her eyes bulging in astonishment.

‘It’s already too late.’

Even if you come here and come to your senses, it doesn’t make any sense. Because his swordsmanship had already reached his swordsmanship.

Aaah!

The myths contained in the Jecheon Sword were not as diverse as the Muston, but the speed, accuracy, and strength most needed at this moment were in perfect harmony.

The simple yet perfectly harmonious myths shone like the moonlight and collided with the mighty sword strike of Muston.

blah blah blah!

The myths in Muston’s sword are erased one by one.

The speed disappears, the heaviness is broken, and the change and illusion fade away. Where all the mysteries disappeared, what was left was an ordinary sword.

Cheeky!

He gave strength to the wrist that curved the Jecheon Sword until the end.

Kyaa!

Muston’s sword, which had lost everything, was cut in half and stuck in the smithy.

“ah… .”

He swung his sword and brought it to Muston’s neck. He licked his lips, unable to respond.

“We kept our promise to show results.”

Raon looked at the sword spirit behind him and lowered his sword, not the Muston whose eyes were opened as if he had not yet realized the reality.

“I would like a second match, please.”