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

Chapter 43

"Tsk!"

Greer rotated his body and swung his sword to the right.

Whoosh!

It was a precise strike, calculating Raon's position. However, Raon wasn't there this time, either.

Sheesh.

With the sound of a snake crawling the ground, he moved to his left. It all happened literally in a blink of an eye.

'What's that?!'

Greer grit his teeth. Using the Kingdom's Footwork, he quickly followed after Raon.

"Haa!"

He struck down at Raon, who was stepping back. The sword plummeted down, containing a powerful energy.

'It's over!'

He was standing in the place that Raon would need to be in order to dodge the strike. There was no way he could avoid it.

"Huh?"

The moment he thought it was over, he met Raon's eyes. The stationary eyes, without any sign of agitation in them, sent chills running down his spine the moment he saw them.

Smack!

Raon's body advanced, bending like a reed, and his sword rotated in a half moon shape.

His world turned along with his sword.

In the incomprehensible situation, he could just stay with his mouth wide open. He felt a powerful impact against his back.

"Kuh!"

He unconsciously groaned.

"Wh-what is this...?"

He lifted his aching head. Raon was standing way above him.

Greer finally realized he'd fallen outside of the arena.

"Kuh...ah!"

The third prince tried to raise his head while withstanding the pain in his back, then froze.

'I-it's him.'

The third prince swallowed, hands trembling.

'He was the real deal!'

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"Oh my."

Rimmer covered his mouth, as if he was stopping himself from laughing, and looked at Tartan.

"What happened? It wasn't even five strikes! It ended in two strikes!"

"......"

Tartan didn't respond. Instead of the third prince on the ground, he was watching Raon with his jaw dropped.

And he wasn't the only one. Everyone in the training ground was astonished as they watched Raon.

"Huh..."

It took a long time for Tartan to finally exhale and straighten his back.

"What was that? How is his footwork so soft? The timing on his swordsmanship was also perfect. I didn't manage to identify everything."

Tartan's gaze was still fixated at Raon. The footwork and swordsmanship he'd displayed was far beyond that of a trainee.

What was even more surprising was that he'd defeated the third prince with an appropriate movement according to the situation, instead of overwhelming might.