The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1032

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Chapter 1032
Crash!
Martha became a flash of golden light, burrowing into the Ninth Apostle’s arms in a single breath.
‘The opponent is stronger than me.’
I need to fight with full power from the start.
I drew up all the Titan’s aura churning in my dantian and unleashed a true strike imbued with the earth’s essence like an arrow from a bow.
“You’re ready for battle.”
The Ninth Apostle didn’t retreat even as he watched Martha’s sword strikes pouring down like they could sink a galleon.
“Now I understand why your blood carries such a sweet fragrance!”
He swatted Martha’s sword strike with a fist blazing with white blood energy.
Boom!
Martha’s sword strike wrapped in Titan’s aura and the Ninth Apostle’s fist strike infused with white blood energy collided, causing the galleon’s deck to undulate as if it would shatter.
Screech!
Martha retreated five steps backward to dissipate the impact from her collision with the Ninth Apostle, her eyes narrowing.
‘He really is stronger than me.’
Unlike herself, who had retreated five steps, the Ninth Apostle was only pushed back three steps.
Though the advantages of a swordmaster and a fist fighter differed, it meant there was a difference in power of more than one step.
‘Grand Master upper tier, or perhaps….’
No, it didn’t matter either way.
Whether the opponent was upper tier or peak tier Grand Master, my choice remained singular—to kill him.
“You’re far stronger than I heard.”
The Ninth Apostle laughed as he threw the woman he’d been holding in his left arm backward.
“I’m excited. When I drink your blood, what kind of ecstasy will I feel!”
He clenched both fists and ignited flames of blood energy as if ready to truly begin.
“Your stench is coming from that protruding snout of yours. Would you shut up?”
Martha let out a scoff and made a gesture telling the Ninth Apostle to close his mouth.
‘That bastard is a monster beyond what he appears.’
Though I was smiling outwardly, my insides weren’t good. When I collided with the Ninth Apostle, the impact transmitted internally, and a sharp pain shot through my heart.
‘But I have to keep fighting.’
My target wasn’t this pig, but the White Blood Cult Master, a supreme transcendent. No matter how strong the opponent, I couldn’t retreat.
Crash!
Martha charged toward the Ninth Apostle’s left side and swung her heavy sword along the horizon.
Whoosh!
It was the Wave-Breaking Sword technique directly taught by Denier. The blade imbued with the mysteries of wave path fell toward the Ninth Apostle’s neck.
“You’re absolutely insane!”
The Ninth Apostle, startled by Martha’s eerie sword, bared his yellowed teeth and unleashed a fist strike. His fist strike too was a powerful blow intended to burst the opponent apart.
Clang!
As the wave-breaking sword and powerful fist collided repeatedly, waves of aura spread in all directions. Countless sparks exploded across the sky and sea, creating a spectacular display like fireworks.
However, the galleon’s deck, seemingly made of ore harder than steel, neither cracked nor shattered.
“I’ll turn you into finely minced meat!”
Martha’s eyes blazed with ferocity as she unleashed the Paeyang Sword’s ultimate technique toward the Ninth Apostle’s heart.
“Is that what a swordmaster of the Five Emperors should say?”
The Ninth Apostle cried out that those words weren’t his to speak, then thrust forward a fist wreathed in white flames with brutal force.
Kuwaaaaang!
Martha’s teeth clenched as she witnessed the Ninth Apostle’s overwhelming punch driving forward with sheer power.
‘Damn, this weight is suffocating.’
It feels like my own sword is attacking me.
The Ninth Apostle employed the same combat style as I did—overwhelming opponents through strength, speed, and weight—making it feel like fighting against a mirror.
‘But why do I seem to be the only one taking damage?’
Even when the Paeyang and Kanggeom swords defend, they inflict tremendous shock to an opponent’s body and spirit.
Yet unlike me, whose insides ached as if internal injuries were imminent, the Ninth Apostle seemed to feel no pain whatsoever.
‘He’s stronger than me, that’s true, but he’s not a Transcendent.’
It made no sense that the Ninth Apostle, who wasn’t even a Transcendent, would receive no damage from my Paeyang Sword.
‘I need to figure out what he’s doing.’
Martha pivoted to the right and drove her blade toward the Ninth Apostle’s undulating abdomen.
“Hmph!”
The Ninth Apostle scoffed and raised his fist to meet the sharp sword strike he’d unleashed.
Pueoeoeoeok!
The moment the Ninth Apostle extended his fist, Martha twisted her blade to target his shoulder instead.
Pueoeoeok!
Since she’d attacked from an angle rather than head-on for the first time, the Ninth Apostle couldn’t mount a proper defense and was driven backward by the tremendous impact to his shoulder.
“So you’ve decided frontal assaults won’t work?”
The Ninth Apostle snorted dismissively.
“….”
Martha ignored his mockery and focused on the white aura emanating from his shoulder.
‘That energy is….’
She shifted her gaze to the blood sorcery inscribed across the entire deck.
“You….”
Martha’s brow furrowed as she watched the Ninth Apostle’s wound close instantly.
“You’ve been using blood sorcery in our fight.”
The Ninth Apostle seemed to be using the blood sorcery dwelling in this deck to erase the impact and wounds transmitted to his interior.
“You’re perceptive.”
The Ninth Apostle smiled thinly and nodded.
“That’s right. The sorcery inscribed on this deck can absorb blood and blood energy. Where there is absorption, there must be release.”
As he raised his hand, the deck glowed white and unleashed a tremendous surge of blood energy.
“I used the stored blood energy to erase the impact and pain transmitted by your sword strikes.”
The Ninth Apostle laughed as if impressed by her perception and flicked his hand.
“If you stubbornly endured attacks like some brute, nothing would remain of your bones and flesh.”
His raised eyebrow suggested he was asking if she still intended to continue fighting.
“Hmm….”
Martha exhaled sharply and retreated a step backward.
‘I need to get off this ship.’
The Ninth Apostle was already stronger than her, and if he employed such cunning tactics, her chances of victory would plummet drastically.
It seemed better to descend to the harbor and fight there.
“There’s no point in running from here.”
The Ninth Apostle shook his head calmly, as if reading her thoughts.
“The blood sorcery is bound together with this barrier.”
He curled his lips upward, explaining that blood sorcery permeated this entire harbor shrouded in white mist.
‘That’s… not a lie.’
Martha bit the inside of her cheek as she watched the smiling Ninth Apostle.
‘Even now, waves of blood energy are raging through the harbor.’
Observing the waves of blood energy created using this galleon sweeping across the entire village, the Ninth Apostle’s words were absolutely not false.
‘Besides….’
If I fought below, people could be endangered.
My battle with the Ninth Apostle would be a clash of sword and overwhelming force, and the aftermath would be far beyond imagination. If I made a mistake, not only the Nachal Unit swordsmen but even civilians would be caught in it.
“I never had any intention of running away.”
Martha muttered for him to stop spouting nonsense and pointed her sword toward the Ninth Apostle.
“Because I need to tear apart not just you, but this ship as well!”
She raised her chin defiantly, calling for him to come again.
“How pathetic, putting on airs that won’t work. Though I suppose prey that doesn’t resist isn’t much fun.”
The Ninth Apostle chuckled and brought his two fists together.
“From now on, I’ll crush you with my full power.”
Flames of blood energy twice as massive as before erupted above his fists.
Whoooosh!
The Ninth Apostle charged forward like a cannon blast. He violently rotated his shoulders and drove his right fist downward.
“Did you think my blade won’t pierce just because your belly’s sticking out?”
Martha surged forward like a wild boar, drawing her Extreme Sword of Overwhelming Yang upward against the charging Ninth Apostle.
Kuuuuuuuuang!
The moment his fist and blade collided, unbearable pain flooded through her arms and legs. She deliberately retreated to dissipate the shock coursing through her body.
‘His claim about going all out wasn’t a lie.’
The impact from the Ninth Apostle’s punch was twice as strong as before. Her insides already churned as if she’d sustained internal injuries.
“You’re still far from victory!”
The Ninth Apostle gave her no respite, rushing from the right and unleashing a heavy barrage of punches. Despite his massive weight, his movements were light as feathers.
Kugugugugu!
Martha swallowed the blood rising in her throat and unfolded successive techniques of her Sword of Overwhelming Yang to block the Ninth Apostle’s relentless punches.
‘So I’ve sustained internal injuries after all.’
Having deflected countless fists that shook heaven and earth with each blow, it was only natural that even a Titan’s aura would be pierced.
Rather, it was remarkable that I’d only now sustained internal injuries.
Kuuuuung!
Martha gritted her teeth as she held back the Ninth Apostle’s fist—a blow that threatened to shatter her skull—with her sword.
‘When will Raon arrive?’
He was stationed not far from this harbor, so it shouldn’t take long….
Raon was positioned at a location not too distant from this harbor. The signal had been sent, so his arrival couldn’t be far off.
Whoooosh!
The Ninth Apostle seized the moment when my thoughts drifted to Raon, flicking his fingers to strike my abdomen.
“Ugh!”
Martha clutched her stomach, which felt as though it might burst, and let out a pained groan tinged with the scent of blood.
“Your concentration is slipping!”
The Ninth Apostle laughed wickedly as he drove an uppercut wreathed in blazing blood energy from below.
Boom!
I tried desperately to defend, but the Titan’s aura embedded in my blade shattered, and I was hurled backward, my back slamming against the deck’s railing. The pain suggested broken bones.
“Nngh….”
Martha barely pushed herself upright, but the agony coursing through her entire body made her sword hand tremble violently.
“Where did that confidence go? Now you’re just drooping like a wilted flower.”
The Ninth Apostle tilted his head as if the fight was already over.
“Your expression gives it away—you’re waiting for Raon Zigheart, aren’t you?”
He twisted his lips, making it clear he saw right through my thoughts.
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Martha ground her teeth, chewing her lip fiercely.
“Unfortunately for you, this situation will be resolved before he arrives.”
The Ninth Apostle shook his head, saying he’d never see Raon. It seemed that bastard had a way to escape this place without using the harbor.
“Now die.”
He unleashed a colossal blood-energy fist strike to end this.
“Haah….”
Martha exhaled a turbid breath as she watched the blood-energy fist bearing down on her.
‘Wait for Raon to arrive?’
Since when….
‘Since when did I think I was losing?’
I had sworn to kill the Ninth Apostle with my own hands and begun this fight with that resolve.
But after realizing I was outmatched in raw power and in the preparation of sorcery, I began fighting passively, unlike before.
I fought believing I couldn’t defeat an opponent of the same color, so falling behind was inevitable.
“You stupid bitch!”
Martha slapped her own cheek and brought her sword down toward the Ninth Apostle’s fist.
Clang clang clang clang!
My blade, which had been pushed back consistently since the battle began, now blazed with a deep golden light, driving back the Ninth Apostle’s blood energy.
“If I don’t kill this bastard, I can never achieve my revenge!”
Martha snarled, gripping her sword with both hands and pressing it against the Ninth Apostle’s fist.
‘Burn it all.’
Burn my rage and my very soul!
If I cannot defeat the Ninth Apostle—who is not even a Transcendent—then rescuing my mother from the White Blood Cult Master will be impossible.
I swore that if I could not win, I would die fighting here on this deck, and I pressed forward.
“What…?”
The Ninth Apostle spat blood, his eyes widening in shock at Martha’s unwavering resolve as she drove her fist forward.
“She’s far more dangerous than she appears!”
He sensed an ominous presence in her unbreakable gaze and retreated for the first time.
“I cannot afford to give her time.”
The Ninth Apostle dispersed the blood energy that had been concentrated in his fist across his entire body.
“I will erase you and those wretches of Zigheart without a trace!”
He stomped the deck as if to shatter it, his body wreathed in flames of blood energy as he charged forward like a colossal cannonball hurtling through the air.
Gooooooo!
Martha exhaled a thin breath as the Ninth Apostle closed the distance in an instant.
‘Raon told me to embrace my emotions.’
After awakening from my state of emptiness, Raon had advised me to focus not only on swordsmanship and aura, but also on emotion and conviction.
At the time, I could not fully accept his words, but now I understood.
‘I must ignite my conviction and soul.’
The vow I made from the moment I grasped my blade—to destroy the White Blood Cult and save my mother—I transformed into conviction, awakening my soul ablaze with vengeance.
Kuuuuung!
Martha squared her shoulders and brought her conviction-wreathed blade down upon the charging Ninth Apostle.
Reverse Sun Sword Technique.
Reverse Heaven Flawless.
My conviction of vengeance blazed across the silver blade, igniting a deep and profound radiance.
Kugugugugu!
The supreme swordsmanship infused with strength, speed, weight, and the Reverse Path collided with the Ninth Apostle’s body, wrapped in extreme heaviness and solidity.
Zzzzzzick!
The Ninth Apostle’s blood energy and Martha’s blade clashed head-on, and a terrifying shockwave swept across the galleon and engulfed the entire harbor.
Kuwaaaaaaaang!
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“There it is!”
Rabawin pointed toward the harbor shrouded in white mist. The surrounding sea churned with tempestuous winds, so the sight wasn’t particularly unusual.
‘Now I see it.’
I let out a dry chuckle as I gazed upon the mist-laden harbor.
‘It’s artificially created energy.’
The white mist appeared natural at first glance, but it emanated a subtly twisted aura.
Since I could barely sense it myself, others would have simply assumed it was ordinary fog.
-A filthy stench of blood lingers here.
Wrath swept through the mist, his eyes narrowing.
-This reeks of those bloodsucking fiends.
He clicked his tongue, certain this was the work of the White Blood Cult.
Uuuuuuuung!
The Soul Reaper Sword resonated with a more violent cry, as if it too sensed the blood scent Wrath mentioned.
‘So that’s it.’
I grasped the trembling Soul Reaper Sword and nodded.
‘Only those blood demons would orchestrate something like this.’
Many villains kill people, but only the White Blood Cult abducts more than half a population and carries them away.
When I heard there were no corpses, I had my suspicions, and it seems the blood demons were indeed responsible.
“All units, prepare for combat. We move in immediately—wait.”
I was ordering Dorian and the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen to ready themselves when my eyes narrowed.
‘That creature is here too.’
The face of the Blue Wolf surfaced above the sea beside the harbor.
‘It’s completely different from before.’
Instead of the pure oceanic energy it had displayed previously, the Blue Wolf now radiated a malevolent, twisted aura.
It no longer felt like a spirit—merely a monster.
‘Was it truly a beast raised by the White Blood Cult?’
The wolf’s eyes appeared dull and unfocused, suggesting it had lost its sanity.
But I had no time to face that wolf now. I needed to save the people in the harbor first.
“The ship won’t advance! It won’t move toward the harbor!”
Rabawin furrowed his brow, explaining that the barrier prevented the ship from approaching.
“Please wait a moment. Let me first break through the barrier—”
He was about to summon a mage among the crew.
Kuuuuuuuung!
A tremendous surge of mana erupted from within the barrier.
Sensing the Titan-class aura, it appeared Martha was locked in a desperate battle against the White Blood Cult’s blood demons.
“There’s no time to wait. I’ll open it.”
I stepped through the air and stood before the mist barrier, channeling the heat of Manhwagong into the Heavenly Sword before unleashing a supreme slash of polar extremity.
Shwaaaaaack!
A golden flash wreathed in flames tore through the sky and earth, rending the mist barrier asunder.
Kyaaaaaaaaaang!
The White Blood Cult’s barrier shattered into thousands of fragments, and the harbor slowly began to reveal itself.
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
The first thing that entered my vision was naturally the sea before the harbor.
A massive galleon was half-sunken and sinking, and on the splintered deck lay an Ogre Warrior with flesh torn away from his shoulders to his waist.
Whoooosh!
Martha staggered as though about to collapse, yet she held her blade pointed toward the neck of the Ogre Warrior who was coughing blood.
‘Martha defeated that monster?’
The middle-aged man who appeared to be an Apostle was dying, but even now his aura overwhelmed Martha.
I couldn’t fathom how Martha had overcome such a beast.
“It’s thanks to you.”
Martha turned to look at me as though she had read my thoughts, offering a strained smile.
“And now it truly begins.”
Even after emerging victorious from such a grueling battle, she clenched her blood-soaked fist with fierce determination burning in her eyes.
“My vengeance!”

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