The Youngest Assassin Is a Swordsman Genius - The Youngest Assassin Is a Swordsman Genius chapter 68

Episode 68

After the preliminaries, all sorts of rumors raged among the students.

The topic was roughly narrowed down to a few things, but the hottest among them was the activity of 15 trillion.

“Look at this. All 15 members of the first mission are in the round of 16. Does this make sense?”

“I can understand the rest, but that guy in the basic class is a bit…”

“Why? I heard he was active when he caught the 3rd Druid.”

“No, I heard that it was the first time I learned the Eumswaken Sword and Belgard Training Method? Does that make sense, this?”

“Hmm. To be honest, it’s incredible growth.”

The other four friends in group 15 were in the advanced class, so there were no rumors.

But in my case, there were various stories.

Rumors like that he bribed his opponent or that only the weak are in the ninth group.

Of course, I didn’t care one bit about it or not.

‘After everything is destroyed anyway, that kind of rubbish will go in.’

After a three-day break, the long-awaited day of the finals dawned.

“Wow, I’m dying.”

Standing in the waiting room, Frixon bounced his feet with a nervous expression.

Now, Curtis’ final match was in full swing.

His friend was being pushed back, and he seemed to be upset because he was next in line.

Meanwhile, the fierce battle finally came to an end.

“Decision decided! Isabel Landswalger, victory!”

All in all, the opponent was a direct descendant of the 4 generations.

Curtis wasn’t very lucky either.

But the more unfortunate fellow was Frixon.

Because the opponent I met from the round of 16 was Ellington.

“Am I shaking?”

“Stop talking nonsense and go upstairs.”

When I pushed my back, Frickson’s shoulders drooped and he trudged along.

Perhaps it was because he didn’t have the confidence to beat the third prince, he looked quite depressed.

But you can’t admit defeat without trying.

The boy’s eyes, with his head bowed down, turned like a wild beast.

Of course, it was Frixon who was pissed off in this fight.

Wow-!

“It’s over.”

Unfortunately, both Curtis and Frixon failed to advance to the quarterfinals.

Since the opponent’s skills were so outstanding, it could be said that it was an unavoidable result.

The next match was between 2nd Prince Franz and Berbatov.

Berbatov was the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Corinth and one of the most influential heirs to the throne.

Although he is young, he is a talented person who resembles the current king the most and has both skills and prestige.

Two people who are considered to be the favorites to win will face each other as soon as they reach the finals.

I thought Dae Jin-woon was really bad.

‘It’s a good thing for me, of course. Anyway, I’m looking forward to it.’

Like me, the students who predicted a close match watched the sparring with their eyes twinkling.

“Ready! The match begins!”

“Haap!”

Quaching-!

As soon as the referee gave a shout, the two clashed in the center of the arena.

It was a fierce contest of strength, as if if they took even one step back, they would lose.

The strength and power of the aura were similar, but Franz’s side looked more experienced.

Execution!

A brief moment of silence as he stepped back.

But the silence was short.

Shih! Damn it!

The two people, who raised their aura to almost maximum, exchanged battles like crazy.

As a fierce battle ensued without any concessions, the students watched the match with sweat on their hands.

The professors and teaching assistants who took their seats under the awning also watched with interest.

‘The level is similar, but there is a clear difference in the realm.’

The gap between Franz and Berbatov seemed paperless.

However, I was able to determine the level of the two people relatively accurately.

As expected, as the confrontation reached its climax, the balance of the match tilted towards Franz.

It was because Berbatov made a crucial mistake and his hands and feet became dizzy.

Quaching-! Tae-aeng!

In the end, the 2nd prince was able to win the victory with difficulty.

“Whoa! I won!”

“As expected, the 2nd prince is his highness!”

When the match was decided, the students let out cheers.

After defeating one of the favourites, few could stop Franz now.

“Next up will be a Ray Carter vs Camille Felton match.”

Finally my turn came.

At the referee’s call, I stepped into the arena.

Then I saw Camille trudging toward me from the other side.

He didn’t seem to attach any significance to the selection for student council president.

I knocked him down by just kicking him, but he jumped up to the finals?

Oh, it’s annoying.

What does this feel like?

Looking into Camille Felton’s empty eyes, I felt a strange feeling.

‘Somehow, I think this is camouflage?’

An expression of no interest and a look of concern for everything.

However, I felt a strangely strong desire to win in it.

If there was no desire to win, it would have been normal to have just failed in the first round of the preliminary round.

But didn’t that guy come up to the finals?

Of course, I never attacked first, and it was an achievement achieved just by parrying.

But isn’t not abstaining a contradiction anyway?

“Ready, game begins.”

As if to represent the two of us who do not have a strong will to fight, the referee’s slogans have lost their strength.

The game started, but Camille and I didn’t move at all.

They just stood still in the arena staring at each other.

Then the referee, who had withdrawn, tilted his head and threw a word.

“If you don’t fight for more than a certain amount of time, both will be disqualified.”

No, can’t you see they’re fighting?

The referee did not feel the pressure towards the opponent, so such a reaction was natural.

Reluctantly, I took a step forward and lightly stabbed my sword.

It was a short wave with no aura or strength at all.

widely!

As the sword body suddenly approached her eyes, Camille reacted only then.

He raised his sagging sword and blocked the attack.

I snapped my wrist and broke the sword.

Whirik!

Then, the guy took a step to the side and let go of the attacking sword.

‘Hoo? This bastard?’

I smiled inwardly at Camille Felton’s reaction.

Because the opponent moved in the most efficient way to defend against short waves.

It seems like he has no ambition, but Camille was definitely not that kind of guy.

The third son of Simeon, the Great Emperor of Hocheon, who is called a model of a strong man.

There was no watcher in the amulet, so this guy must also have great qualities.

Even so, you don’t covet the position of the head of household?

Right now, I’m the youngest and the bastard, but I’m aiming for the deciding match to act as the head of household.

He must have lived his life acting as if he had no thoughts, hiding something in his heart.

At least that’s what I figured out.

pop.

The moment I thought that, I drew my sword and stepped back.

“That’s no fun.”

“…!”

When I suddenly stopped moving after pouring out sharp sword strikes, only Camille was embarrassed.

I tried to avoid it, but the attack completely disappeared.

Still, the boy just stood still and stared blankly.

I looked at Camille like that and opened my mouth.

“I heard that among Felton, there is no one other than a Sword Demon. What are you? You seem to lack the fighting spirit to use the last name Felton.”

“…”

It was an extremely provocative speech.

If you were a direct descendant of the 4th generation family, it was normal to react immediately to such reckless remarks.

whether condemnation or protest.

Wasn’t this guy planting a strange desire in his eyes?

But Camille Felton’s face was subtly distorted, but she didn’t do anything.

Still, there was a slight change in expression, so I threw more bait.

“Looking at you coming this far, you seem to have a sense of victory.

“…don’t say anything without knowing anything.”

This time, something seemed to have worked.

When I heard his growling voice, I called out for joy inside.

For some reason, I expect to see Camille’s real skills.

‘If this guy rises up, will the composition of Felton’s succession be messed up?’

It was truly the ultimate family home.

But even if it wasn’t to the point of throwing the Felton into chaos, it seemed like this guy’s mental modification was necessary.

I can’t use it anywhere because I’m so passive.

“Why do you think I don’t know?”

“The lives of the direct descendants of the 4 generations are not as glamorous as they appear on the outside. They are intense and lonely.”

“Life is originally like that. Don’t you think the crowded students over there didn’t live fiercely?”

“Of course it is. But…”

Camille stopped talking and kept her mouth shut.

Maybe the 4 generations are different.

I would have given up on explaining it, judging that someone who has not experienced it would not be able to understand it.

I threw out the last word to call out the real one.

“What are you afraid of that prevents you from moving forward?”

pop.

At that very moment, the boy’s movements stopped like a lie.

Camille, who stared at me with shaky eyes, said in a voice that seemed to scratch her throat.

“You don’t know. What kind of threats do the direct descendants of the four families live under?”

Hearing that statement, I… … .

He smiled with an absurd expression on his face.

‘It’s such a worry.’

hey buddy i mean

Twice, the 4th generation, no, the 5th generation family is doing something direct.

I shrugged my shoulders and accepted the guy’s words.

“You’re acting like an asshole because you feel the threat to your life? That’s incomprehensible.”

“What, what?”

“It seems that lying flat on the floor because you don’t want to die is the life of a direct descendant of the 4th generation.

“…”

Oh, did you make the fact assault too strong?

It was to the point where I was worried that the relationship would go badly wrong.

Camille’s face was flushed red.

Eventually, the boy slowly raised his sword.

It seemed like he was finally trying to show off his skills.

“What do you know!”

Spiing! Quaching!

Camille, who accelerated rapidly in an instant, was close to her in the blink of an eye.

Cheokseon swordsmanship that boasts hegemonic and mighty power.

It’s been a long time since Felton’s match at such a high level.

I continued to fight with him sword to sword.

Kagak! Jiji Jijik!

The flames of the Blue Aura flew to the side, predicting a fierce battle.

I smiled in that state and muttered quietly in Camille’s ear.

“Do you feel insecure in competition? It’s because you’re filthy weak.”

cooong!