Episode 490
The tidal wave that covered the sky breaks apart and a moonlit night descends. A fading cluster of lights signaled the end of the duel.
The moment Raon tilted the Celestial Sword to the ground, Jerome and Mason Pendleton, standing on the other side, knelt at the same time.
Their aura and stamina remained, but the eyes of the three were bleached white, as if their fighting spirit had disappeared.
Raon brushed off the dust on the black dragon and approached Mason.
“Bah, what the hell is that swordsmanship…”
Mason licked his lips as he looked up at the cloudless night sky.
“How can a master practice such martial arts!”
He couldn’t take his eyes off the sky in disbelief. The calm expression that seemed to resemble a comedy festival collapsed.
“Damn it…”
Mason lowered his head weakly, as if he had lost the will to fight.
“Oh, that’s so embarrassing. What is this!”
Jerome frowned at Raon, who didn’t even have a speck of dust on him.
“It was a fight that shouldn’t have been fought in the first place, but because of the damn master!”
He threw down his long spear and lay down on the crushed battlefield. As if he had no intention of fighting anymore, he muttered to him to do as he pleased.
“Ugh…”
Pendleton pressed his fist down on the ground as if he was angry at the pointless defeat.
It seemed like he didn’t have high expectations for this duel, but in reality he seemed to have a greater fighting spirit than others.
“No one has admitted defeat yet.”
Raon looked down at Mason Jerome Pendleton in turn and put the Celestial Sword into the scabbard.
“What is that…”
Mason widened his eyes. The situation itself was over, but his expression seemed to indicate defeat.
“I’m sorry, but I’m a bit ignorant…”
He picked up his ear and put the Jecheon Sword in its sheath and put it over his shoulder.
“If you don’t say it right, you don’t know.”
“Now wait, this is just the end…”
“I told you when we first fought.”
Raon cut off Mason’s words and smiled coolly. Contrary to the smile, red heat rose above his shoulders.
“I don’t know how to stop.”
“Ah…”
“What?”
The three of them seemed to understand what he meant, and their complexions turned yellow.
“We lost…”
Before Mason shouted defeat, he slashed the heavenly sword on his shoulder.
Wow!
Mason, who was hit right in the temple, was buried on the floor of the arena with his eyes closed. The legs protruding from the floor trembled.
“Now, next.”
“You madman! What is the point of beating a person who surrenders!”
When Jerome reached out to pick up the spear he had thrown on the floor, he stepped on it with his foot.
“Keuuugh!”
Jerome, with his fingers caught between the spear and the ground, groaned.
“I didn’t hear you. And how can a person who lost in Dalian have to be fine like this?”
“I’m not fine! It means that you suffered internal injuries because of your excellent swordsmanship!”
Jerome raised his head and frowned.
“It doesn’t show.”
“what?”
“It doesn’t show that I won. And he was beaten even worse.”
Raon pointed at Runan, who still hadn’t opened his eyes.
“It wasn’t us who stabbed Cheongwol Sword…”
“It’s the greens in that rice. And there…”
Because you have to hit it right to play the game.
Glenn’s mission was not to gain fame and come, but to ‘play a game and come’. With the dragon’s head and body drawn, it was time to dot the eyes one last time.
“You bastard!”
Jerome screamed and tried to stand up, but his fingers got caught and only his arms and shoulders struggled.
-That’s a compliment.
Ras shook his head, saying that calling a madman an idiot was just a title.
‘That’s right.’
Raon let out an airy laugh and lightly pushed Jerome’s hand and lifted his chin.
Aaaaaagh!
There was a sound like a large walnut being cracked, and Jerome fell over, spraying blood like a rainbow.
“Then the last…”
Raon’s gaze slowly returned to Pendleton.
“Kill him.”
Pendleton raised a look that was not yet discouraged.
“It’s a look I like.”
I nodded and turned my back.
“Where are you going!”
Pendleton gnashed his teeth and stood up.
“Why are you leaving me alone? I’m a woman…”
“Don’t let me.”
Raon smiled calmly and turned his back.
“Because you’re short, your RBI wasn’t good.”
‘It’s okay now,’ he muttered, striking the Jecheon sword.
Wow!
Pendleton’s head, which had been struck on the forehead by the sheath of the celestial sword, bounced back and fell back.
“If you lose, you have to be right. I didn’t want to see you from the start.”
After wearing the Jecheon Sword on his waist again, Raon stood at the center of the ruined arena.
“next.”
Even after stepping on four of Shin Juo-ling’s disciples, his spirit of shouting out the next thing fell on the gymnasium in a silence like night.
“Keuuu, I should have shouted next like that!”
Crane licked his lips in pity.
“The disheveled appearance is also good! The spirited look is also good! Even winning…”
Encia drooled as she pressed the button on the camera until she couldn’t see her hands.
“I see. Really John… um.”
Denning Rose unknowingly tried to shout together, but quietly covered his mouth.
“That’s a real monster…”
“It’s arrogant, but it suits it so well.”
“Has not only the power but also the personality been perfected…”
“It’s refreshing to end it properly.”
“I still can’t forget that last swordsmanship. It felt like cutting through the sky.”
The audience laughed in vain as if they were tired of Raon’s powerlessness and ambition.
“Isn’t there anyone coming up now?”
“Who will challenge a monster who has defeated three of the best masters in one shot? It has no meaning unless you are a grand master.”
“In the end, the winner is Raon Sieghart. My reputation will rise again.”
“That’s not all. You get Lavasiri’s Heart and an equivalent Frost Flask. These are treasures that money can’t buy!”
Everyone prepared to congratulate the winner, assuming there would be no more challengers.
Raon looked around the audience and VIP seats and raised his hand.
“Is there anyone else next?”
When I shouted if there was a challenger, a man in a black robe came up from the center of the VIP seat.
It was YuRia of the Mage Tower with a body so huge that her generous robes would tear.
Raon frowned as he watched YuRia come up with heavy steps.
‘This is unexpected…’
YuRia hadn’t risen to the rank of grand master, and one-on-one in such a small space was unfavorable to wizards, so I didn’t expect him to come out.
‘It’s not bad though.’
It was a good opportunity to learn the opponent’s tactics because he hadn’t fought against the mage tower in the duel of the Six Emperors.
Raon approached Yuria with a satisfied smile.
“I’m ready, come in anytime.”
YuRia reached out from her robe as she nodded, saying she had accepted the challenge.
‘surprise attack?’
He didn’t know that he would surprise him in a duel contest, which was not a matter of life and death, so he tried to step back, but what came out of his hand was not a weapon, but a piece of thick paper.
“Cheap…”
“Cheap?”
“Give me an autograph.”
“…”
Raon relaxed his awkward posture and blinked.
“I’m a L fan!”
Yuria twisted her body and bowed her head, not befitting her size.
“Are you a fan?”
“yes! I’ve been a fan ever since he had the nickname Seolhwa Swordsman! It is an honor to meet you!”
He said he couldn’t speak because he was nervous when he saw him in the conference room, and his hands were shaking.
“Ah…”
I remembered what Yuria was staring at when I came out of the meeting room. Looking at it now, it seems that the hardened expression was not because of arguing, but because of tension.
“Then why don’t you come up later now…”
“Sorry! I’m so thrilled right now…”
Yuria shed tears, saying that she came up without realizing it because she was moved to see the three Masters cut with one sword.
Unlike his appearance, his personality seemed to go well with the name.
Click!
The sound of the camera woke the once again silent gymnasium.
“and!”
Encia raised her head above the camera and gestured to YuRia.
“You know, Sir Raon!”
* * *
Limmer laughed and sent a message to the small woman sitting behind him.
[Did you see it?]
[I saw it.]
Cheryl frowned as she answered, wearing a long-brimmed hat and a white dress that came down to her ankles.
She was busy writing something in a small booklet.
[What are you doing?]
[Writing a report for the family head.]
[Report? That’s what I’m sending.]
[Because mine only concerns Raon. This is a material related to Raon’s gospel.]
She moved her hand quickly without taking her eyes off Raon.
“Huh…”
Rimmer glanced back and shook his head.
[Today, a sweet line came out. ‘You guys can’t reach my sky.’ It’s crazy.]
Sheryl murmured Raon’s line as if savoring the spectacle she had just seen.
[But the head of the family will like it. Maybe you’ll regret not seeing what happened here.]
She smiled, remembering Glenn’s contorted expression.
[Are you still making the Raon Gospel?]
Rimer scratched his head and sighed.
[This is the fourth volume now.]
[Volume 4? In any case, the three musketeers can’t stop.]
He shook his head and looked up at the sky.
[Well, I’m not talking about others.]
At that, Cheryl stopped her hand and looked at Rimmer’s back.
[Raon will stand alone at the top of this continent. I can see that.]
Rimmer looked at Raon with a smile that was more delightful than when he won money from gambling.
[okay. Raon is a tough guy to reap even with Sieghart’s name.]
[Actually, apart from all of them… The most important thing is that he is my god. It exploded more than 10 times in a long time! I’m rich again!]
He grinned and stroked the bag full of gold coins like a child.
[It’s not your money anyway.]
[I’ll spend it. Someone write it!]
Rimmer muttered not to talk nonsense and waved to the people gathered in the gambling hall.
“Those who bet money on Raon, the god of wealth, please come quickly!”
Cheryl frowned at Rimmer’s back.
“idiot.”
* * *
“Great!”
Ghost Chang looked at Raon and exclaimed.
“That guy is art to the end! I like all the powerless mental powers and personalities! A guy like that should have joined the magic reunion!”
He didn’t care even though his pupil passed out from being beaten and just applauded.
“What are you going to do now?”
After the evil examination, he sighed briefly as if he had expected the result to some extent.
“No one will challenge the White Sword Dragon. Even if there is, it makes no sense.”
Raon not only defeated the top three masters, but
also broke the hearts of other warriors in this gymnasium. No one will go up to that arena.
“I will…”
The Comedian nodded, biting his whitened lips.
“There is no other way.”
The words after the evil sword were correct. Even though Yuria went down after receiving her autograph, no one came up to the arena.
Today’s dueling competition was no different from Raon winning.
“Umm…”
The referee went up to the arena with his hands shaking.
“I will count to five from now on! If no one comes up by then, the winner of today’s contest will be Raon Sieghart!”
He folded his raised fingers and called out a number.
“One, two, three, four…”
The warriors sitting in the VIP seats bowed their heads and the crowd raised their hands to congratulate the winner.
“five!”
“Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
“Raon! Raon! Raon!”
“White Sword Dragon! White Sword Dragon! White Sword Dragon!”
“Sieghart won! After all, it’s the sixth emperor!”
As soon as the referee called out five, the audience cheered with their throats exploding.
“Whoa…”
The Comedian sighed and closed his eyes tightly.
‘As expected, no one is there.’
Even if it came up, it wouldn’t have made any sense.
No one can beat Raon other than the Grand Master. It’s over now.
‘The damage is enormous.’
Even the top-notch elixir was about to be taken away from the reputation that Shin Joo-o-ling had to acquire. Especially since it was an elixir that would be of great help to Raon, I felt sick to my stomach.
“Thank you for your support!”
After answering the people’s cheers, Raon looked up at the podium. It seemed like they were telling me to come down quickly and hold the awards ceremony.
“Whoa…”
“Comedy Festival.”
As the Comedian sighed and was about to go down the podium, the silent Death Swordsman approached.
“Are you going to leave him like this?”
“What are you talking about now…”
“Leave it to me.”
The evil swordsman gasped and twisted his mouth.
“You know better than anyone, but Raon Sieghart has been using people’s gazes and voices to mock us. Now, I can use it against you.”
“…Tell me more.”
The Comedian pretended not to look at the Death Swordsman and nodded.
“Among my martial arts, there is a trick to plant morale in the opponent’s heart. Morale absorbs mana from the surroundings, grows without the knowledge of the owner, and then stimulates the heart to suffocate the breath.”
The evil swordsman smiled and continued.
“I’m going to teach you a few things, but I’ll use that tactic, so just adjust the mood.”
“Can you really do it?”
“Of course. Don’t worry, it can be activated after he returns to Sieghart.”
“Um…”
“Just match the mood. I’ll take care of the rest.”
The Comedian licked his lips while looking at the Sagukje’s eyes shining with confidence.
‘I won’t lose anything by doing that.’
There is no way that the Sagumma could lie because of his martial arts. And like he said, it wouldn’t be difficult to make things go as planned if we used the excited Raon and the crowd.
‘Because if I refuse here, I’ll be a coward.’
If you say you don’t like teaching, this good atmosphere will be broken.
Raon, who has earned a great reputation and knows how to use people’s eyes, will not be able to refuse.
“all right.”
The Comedian nodded slowly and went down the podium.
“Congratulations!”
I forced a smile and stood in front of Raon.
“The appearance was a little strange when I first participated, but in the end you proved it with your skills.”
“thank you. It didn’t look odd at all. Because it was a natural right.”
Raon smiled lightly and answered the greeting.
‘To the end of this guy…’
His teeth were grinding at Raon, who didn’t lose a single word, but he held his breath.
“Then prepare for the awards ceremony…”
“Just do it here.”
“yes?”
“Isn’t it an honorable position?”
He said with a smile that the place where he defeated four disciples of Xin Zuo-Ling was the podium.
“…I guess so.”
After taking a quick glance at the Death Swordsman, the Comedian opened a subspace.
When she took out the box containing Lavasiri’s heart and the box containing the Elixir of Frostbite, the Death Swordsman jumped off the platform.
Whoa!
Audiences burst out exclamations at the sight of the god stepping down through the air like stairs.
“Congratulations on winning. Can I make a suggestion as a souvenir?”
As if he had a good relationship with Raon, he smiled benevolently and stood next to the Comedian.
“How about a proposal?”
“You gave our stupid disciples a great realization, didn’t they? Those guys who were arrogant without knowing the subject must have come to their senses properly.”
The Four Swordsman nodded his head and said thank you for teaching his disciples.
“I want to teach you a little about what I gave you earlier. It will be a clue to surpassing the Grand Master.”
He smiled softly, saying he wanted to give back as much as he got.
“Oohhhh!”
“The evil swordsman is teaching you?”
“It’s a better opportunity than the Elixir!”
“Seeing that you’re confident of being a grand master, do you think you’re sincere?”
“I’ll make a nice sighting!”
The audience who heard the words of the four swordsmen cheered as if they were drawing the youngest grand master ever. Expectations rose in everyone’s eyes.
“It will be a good present for the audience who kept this place.”
The evil swordsman smiled, saying that there was no need to think about it. It was an expression of provocation.
“Get ready.”
He wiggled his hands as if to hold himself in position.
Raon looked at the audience calmly and shook his head.
“I won’t.”
“okay. Then… Huh?”
He opened his eyes wide as if he heard something the evil swordsman couldn’t hear.
“What does that mean! You can learn from me and become a grand master…”
“I just won’t.”
Unlike the spirit he had shown so far, Raon spat out the words of rejection so lightly that it was futile.
“Are you afraid of that? It’s just that I’m giving a handful of lessons…”
“Enough. Give me a prize.”
Since Raon had no intention of sharing hands with you, he reached out to the Comedy Festival for a prize.
“Wait a minute! so many people are watching If you refuse, you will be a coward in front of them!”
Looking at the flustered Death Swordsman, Raon murmured quietly.
yeah don’t
The Reincarnated Assassin is a Swordsman Genius Chapter 490
Author Lee Ant
Publisher Daon Creative
Planning / Editing / Producer Taehyun
Kim Cover Alter
ISBN 979-11-6730-123-9 (05810)
ⓒ2021 Eagle Ant
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