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The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman (Web Novel) - Chapter 911
Chapter 911
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The western side of Montiro’s Pulan Mountain.Between the verdant valleys lay a buried silver orb, and around it black Demonic Energy seeped out.
“…”
Burren stood before the valley as if guarding the silver orb, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
While he watched the Demonic Energy being absorbed into the orb, heavy footsteps rose from below the mountain.
“That one…”
Burren narrowed his eyes at the small-framed man climbing the valley.
‘The champion of the arena. No, I should call him one of the Five Heroes.’
When Raon had gone to inspect the arena, this man had crushed his opponent in an instant and claimed victory. He was a fighter, and one of Montiro’s Five Heroes—the martial artist Loof.
“Was it you?”
Loof tilted his thick neck from side to side like a log.
“Using such cheap tricks?”
He showed not the air of a hero but that of a thug, his cold gaze making it clear he already understood the situation.
“Tricks? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just came up because I enjoy the scenery.”
Burren shrugged as though he knew nothing.
“Why don’t you pick fights in the arena instead, great hero?”
He waved him off as if to tell him to leave.
“That orb stuck behind you aside…”
Loof let out a deflated laugh.
“…while hurling killing intent at me, what are you trying to say?”
He shook his head in disbelief.
“Well, fine. I’m not much interested in magic circles anyway.”
Loof stepped closer, shrugging his shoulders.
“Whether you’re Zieghart or Owen makes no difference to me. I want only one thing—to know whether your sword can satisfy me.”
He licked his lips as if in anticipation.
“Well? Can you match my picky taste?”
“If you don’t mind losing your tongue while savoring, then come.”
Burren drew his sword from his waist and tilted his chin.
“Many swordsmen have said the same to me…”
Loof smiled thinly as he slipped on leather gloves engraved with a black bull.
“…I wonder what you’ll be like.”
His form vanished in a swirl of red aura.
Paaah!
Loof reappeared beneath a boulder buried in the valley. He truly showed no interest in the orb, sending his fist straight toward Burren’s waist.
Ssshhh.
As though reading Loof’s every move, Burren twisted his ankle and slashed diagonally upward.
Claaang!
Sword and fist collided, unleashing a metallic roar like crushing steel.
Loof’s hand was intact, and his bull-engraved gloves, clearly special artifacts, were not torn.
Chiik!
They both retreated three steps, staring at one another.
“Good reflexes.”
Loof smacked his lips, saying Burren’s senses were sharp.
“But your edge is lacking. My hand’s unscathed.”
He lifted his unharmed hand and glove, tilting his chin.
“I was only measuring your level.”
Burren calmly shook his head, summoning a fierce current of blue wind.
“Then I hope my sword doesn’t taste bland.”
Loof grinned, lifting his toes, wrapping himself in a thicker layer of red aura as he charged from the left.
“Don’t worry.”
Burren’s cold eyes gleamed as he unleashed the Wind-Cutting Sword. A chilling gale imbued his strike as it fell toward Loof’s throat.
“Faster.”
Loof let out a small admiration as he struck with his red-aura-coated fist.
Claaang!
Their second clash. As before, both slid back four steps, sword and fist still aimed at one another.
Drip. Drip.
Loof’s leather gloves tore, red blood seeping through. Burren’s sword energy had pierced through his aura and cut his skin.
“This one’s pretty spicy.”
Loof curled his lips at the wound.
“Tonight’s meal won’t be bad.”
He seemed pleased rather than discouraged.
“…”
Burren frowned at Loof licking his lips.
‘Exactly as he was in the arena.’
There, Loof had hurled his sturdy body and overpowered opponents with brute force. His style was no different in real battle.
‘It won’t be hard to stall for time.’
Loof was strong, but if Burren fought defensively and accumulated wounds, he could endure until the magic circle opened.
“You’re just barely worth it.”
Loof rubbed the back of his neck, nodding.
“What do you mean?”
“That I can use my true strength.”
He stomped, and black Demonic Energy flared atop his red aura.
“Demonic Energy…”
Burren bit his lip at the black scales rising on Loof’s hands.
‘As expected.’
Raon and Father had predicted the demons would openly wield Demonic Energy once they learned of the circle. Loof proved them right, releasing torrents of it as if he didn’t care.
“Don’t die too blandly.”
Loof shattered the earth beneath his feet as he rushed forward, no longer weaving but striking head-on.
“Hoo…”
Burren exhaled, facing the onrushing Loof.
‘No need to meet him head-on.’
This was the Black Tower’s land, and Loof was a demon wielding Demonic Energy. Fighting head-on here was foolish.
‘But this time… I want to fight foolishly.’
Not for pride. But because he couldn’t stomach fighting evasively against scum like the Black Tower who used children like Rensia.
He wanted to cut this man’s throat with his own sword.
Chiiiing!
Instead of retreating, Burren’s sword arced toward Loof’s fist.
Claaang!
The third collision. The roar was the same, but the outcome changed.
Craack!
Burren was forced back eight steps, dropping to one knee, while Loof hadn’t budged.
“Hmm…”
Burren narrowed his eyes at his trembling grip.
‘That much difference?’
He’d known Loof would grow stronger, but hadn’t imagined he’d leap to Grandmaster-level.
The gap was absurdly clear.
“Don’t be so shocked.”
Loof smiled, shaking his fist.
“This is just the beginning!”
He thrust his massive fist toward his own abdomen as if warming up.
“Kgh.”
Burren grimaced, raising the Wind-Cutting Sword in a defensive form.
Claaang!
The sword bent as if about to break, barely holding. The ground split beneath Burren’s feet from the force.
‘His power grew even more.’
Pain seared his sword hand, as if he’d struck unyielding metal.
“Good! Stay right there! Don’t break!”
Loof cackled, charging again.
“One question.”
Burren deflected another blow, shaking his head.
“What did you think when you saw children with black hearts implanted in them?”
“That they’d break with a tap?”
Loof sneered, not even seeing Rensia as human.
“Then I needn’t worry.”
Burren pressed his lips and straightened his back, his sword glowing blue.
“Because before I break, your head will fall.”
—
“Huff…”
Burren slammed into the stone wall at the end of the valley, gasping.
He tore off his shredded coat and uniform, wiping the blood from his lips.
“So, you’re Burren Zieghart.”
Loof nodded, now recognizing him.
“…”
Burren stared silently, eyes heavy.
“I’ve heard of you. The 3rd squad leader of the Light Wind Division. Acts like a vice leader, but the weakest among the leaders.”
Loof tilted his head mockingly.
“They say you’re a pampered noble brat, but standing your ground wasn’t bad.”
“I didn’t want to back down before someone like you.”
“Unfortunate—you should have.”
He raised his fist, black scales sprouting hooks of Demonic Energy.
“Had you tried dodging, my hooks would have torn out your heart. Lucky for you, that ignorance saved you.”
Loof waved dismissively.
“But that luck ends now.”
His burning gaze cooled, losing interest.
“Your sword can’t pierce my Demonic Energy. Against others you might’ve struggled longer, but with me, your match is poor.”
He clenched his black-aura-wreathed fist.
“No interest in broken toys. Time to smash your skull.”
He gathered his energy, ready to finish it in one strike.
“…”
Burren raised his sword silently, as at the start.
“Not even the strength to speak?”
Loof clicked his tongue, leaping from ten steps away with a fist aimed at Burren’s heart.
Smaaash!
Burren barely blocked, coughing up black blood from the impact.
“Still struggling? You’re only prolonging pain.”
Loof frowned, pounding him with fists like a storm.
Baaam!
Burren endured, bloodied but unyielding, his sword never lowering.
“Just die already! I’m tired of this!”
Loof snarled, unleashing denser Demonic Energy.
“…You’re right. I am the weakest squad leader.”
Burren forced his cracked lips to move.
“But do you know why I’m here alone?”
“What…?”
“Because I earned the Vice Leader’s trust.”
His bloodied lips curved faintly.
“To repay that trust, I trained night and day.”
Sparks flared from his sword as he pushed Loof’s fist back.
“From the moment I returned, not missing a single day. Every moment went to my sword.”
From Zieghart after returning, to Montiro, to every rest at the temporary base—he’d never stopped swinging.
He could not fall, not after the faith of Father and Raon.
“Why… the wind…”
Loof’s eyes widened at the gale rising from Burren’s blade.
“I’ve always been bad at enduring. Even pain.”
Since childhood he’d lacked patience, acting mature only to win Father’s approval, but truly less enduring than even Dorian.
“But today, I cannot step back.”
For Rensia and the other children who lived more maturely than he did, he had to stand.
“Then die here!”
Loof pulled back his fist, black Demonic Energy swelling into a dark vortex.
“Haa…”
Burren closed his eyes at the approaching storm.
‘No need to see.’
Just feel.
Both Raon and Father had always told him his flaw was his lack of confidence.
Being the weakest squad leader had eroded his self-worth.
But now it was different.
Even at the bottom, it didn’t matter. What mattered was not wavering.
Ssshhh.
Burren slashed downward, his sword infused with wind. It felt like Raon’s sword watching from behind, or Father’s blade he admired.
Kwoooom!
The slender strike of wind split the vortex of Demonic Energy, falling toward Loof.
Smaaash!
But the Demonic Energy guarding his body held, flaring darker.
“Haaah…”
Burren’s hand shook, drained.
“Close, but that’s your limit!”
Loof, sensing his decline, rushed for the final blow.
“No. This is the end.”
Burren slowly opened his eyes, blue wind shining within.
‘A Grandmaster pursues his ideal.’
His lifelong pursuit was pride in his house, to guard it with a sharp yet graceful sword.
Fwoooosh!
From the days he first wore Zieghart’s cloak, his conviction rose from his blade in silver light.
Wind-Cutting Sword’s secret art.
Spirit of the Wind.
Threads of unraveling wind sliced through the Demonic Energy and tore into Loof’s body.
Smaaash!
The body once impervious to blades cracked open.
Through the silent cut glimmered pale blue light.
Shraaak!
As Burren lowered his sword, a long gash opened across Loof’s chest, wind pouring out.
“You… by the likes of you…”
Loof collapsed before he could finish, his Demonic Energy unable to mend him.
“…So this is Grandmaster.”
Burren slumped, laughing faintly.
“It doesn’t feel real. I still feel weak. But…”
I kept the promise.
More than reaching Grandmaster, the joy of upholding Raon and Father’s trust lifted him.
“No, it isn’t over yet.”
Burren rose, gripping his sword. He stood firm, ready to bar any who came.
The blue wind behind him felt like the cloak of his boyhood settling once more on his back.
