The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - [Author: Writing Ant]

Chapter 43

That was the reason that Tartan didn't warn the third prince about it, despite having identified Raon's might.

He wanted to teach the third prince defeat so that he could reach a higher level.

"However, the third prince is strong. Even that genius swordsman won't be able to win with ease."

"I wonder..."

Rimmer shook his head, smiling more confidently than ever.

"I think a lot differently."

"Your stubbornness hasn't changed."

"Shall we make another bet, then?"

"Again?"

Tartan frowned.

"You really love bets, huh?"

"Then how about just a drink?"

"Fine. But what kind of bet do you want..."

Rimmer raised five fingers.

"Raon will finish your hope in five strikes."

"Nonsense! I realize that he is strong, but it's impossible in five strikes!"

Tartan glared and clenched his fist.

"Then you want to take the bet, right?"

"Of course! Bring it on."

"You are as wild as always."

Rimmer giggled and rubbed his hands together.

'I'm getting free drinks for the first time in a long time.'

***

"Hmm."

Greer De Owen, the third prince of the Owen Kingdom, licked his lips watching Runaan and Martha-who were outside the arena-instead of Raon, who was facing him.

'They will be good opponents.'

From the moment he entered the training ground, he'd been only interested in those two and the blue-haired guy who fought equally against Setun.

On the other hand, he didn't have a speck of interest in the collateral facing him. He looked fucking handsome, but that was it. He felt like his might was just too plain.

'I should finish this quickly.'

Using aura against the collateral in front of him would've been a waste. He decided that he'd do his best in his next match after single-handedly winning against him using only his physical strength.

"If you are ready, let's begin the spar."

Rimmer approached them and raised his hand.

"Last spar, begin!"

"Haa!"

The moment his hand went down, Greer unsheathed his sword.

Thud!

Kicking off the ground, he dashed in front of Raon. He wanted to finish it in a single strike.

However.

'Huh?'

Raon, who was standing in front of him, disappeared in an instant.

'Wh-where...? Huff!'

As he was about to turn his head to find Raon, he could hear the dangerous sound of wind from the right.

'Sword!'

Greer felt the wind created by a sword and hurriedly ducked his head.

Whoosh!

Raon's training sword grazed his hair, giving him goosebumps.