The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1055

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Chapter 1055

“Phew.”

Martha exhaled deeply, shaking off the lingering blood energy from her wounds after confirming that Raon had entered the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

“Father.”

She bowed respectfully to Denier, who stood protectively at her right side.

“Thank you for your help. Because of you, I was able to regain my composure.”

The 12th Apostle’s provocation had clouded her judgment, causing her to fight recklessly, but thanks to Denier, she had escaped with only minor wounds. Had he not intervened, she would have already been skewered on the 10th Apostle’s spear.
If he hadn’t helped, I would have already been skewered on the Ten Apostles’ spears.

“Martha. You…”

Denier exhaled a low breath, as if he realized what he was about to say.

“It’s okay now.”

Martha gripped the sword tighter in her hand and clenched her teeth.

“I will kill the 10th Apostle with my own hands. Father, please help the others.”

He bowed his head, saying it was a fight he had to finish himself.

“I have your sword. I can win.”
“Your father’s sword is here. We can win this.”

I’m not saying I can do it without thinking, driven by resentment like before.
“Sigh….”

Denier furrowed his brow and sighed, realizing he could not dissuade her.

Denier seemed to think he couldn’t stop himself, and he let out a sigh with a frown in his eyes.

“Understood. But tell me immediately if things become dangerous.”

He stepped back five paces, as if to wait from a distance.

“….”

Denier kept his sword raised, his gaze fixed not on Martha, but on the 10th Apostle with unwavering intensity.

“I apologize for making you wait.”

Martha nodded toward the 10th Apostle, who had refrained from attacking even as she and Denier conversed, waiting patiently for her signal.

“Nearly twenty years have passed, yet from the moment I first laid eyes on you until now, I have not forgotten that day for even a single hour.”

The modest village—not grand or wealthy, but peaceful and dear—consumed by raging flames, drenched in crimson blood. That moment remained seared into my mind as vividly as if it were yesterday.

The stench of blood and burning ash, the screams of the dying, the laughter of the Blood Ghosts echoing through that hellscape—it still haunted me, still walked beside me.

“Even now, I have nightmares every single day. I always wake from the same scene: my mother hiding me, smiling even as you dragged her away. My entire body drenches in cold sweat, my face turning ashen.”

Martha’s grip on her sword tightened until her knuckles cracked audibly.

“Today, I will shatter that memory and obliterate every nightmare!”

Gritting her teeth, she leveled her blade at the 10th Apostle’s throat.

“You have earned this. If your resentment burns so fiercely, then prove it in battle.”

The 10th Apostle raised his spear in acceptance, the tip aimed directly at Martha’s heart.

“Don’t you dare pretend to be a warrior, you wretched Blood Ghost! It’s infuriating!”

Martha roared and charged at the 10th Apostle.

Clang!

The 10th Apostle thrust his spear forward before Martha could close the distance, capitalizing on the weapon’s superior reach.

“Hmph!”

Martha twisted her ankle to evade the 10th Apostle’s spear thrust, attempting to drive deeper into his guard, but his assault was far from singular.

Uuuuuuuung!

The 10th Apostle’s spear techniques multiplied into hundreds, cascading toward every vital point across Martha’s body.

Clang clang clang clang!

Martha abandoned her charge, shifting her footwork to deflect the 10th Apostle’s relentless barrage.

‘Swift, but avoidable.’

Two months of Raon’s hellish training had borne fruit—I could evade the spear strikes of the 10th Apostle, who had ascended to a realm far beyond my own.

‘However…’

Martha’s eyes narrowed as she parried the 10th Apostle’s spear aimed at her chest.

‘Closing the distance is proving difficult.’

My greatest strength manifested in close-quarters combat.
I wanted to close the gap and deny the 10th Apostle his preferred range, but the speed of his thrusts and the subtlety of his movements made approach treacherous.

“You’ve certainly become someone different from that child I once knew.”

The 10th Apostle’s eyes closed slowly before opening again, and with a powerful footfall, he unleashed an extraordinarily swift spear strike to his left.

Piiiiing!

Martha pivoted rightward but suddenly shifted direction as the 10th Apostle’s spear technique changed abruptly, slicing across her left arm. Flesh scattered as the spear raked past, and crimson blood streamed down.

‘His spear technique has evolved.’

The 10th Apostle, apparently convinced that his previous techniques could not capture me, now wielded faster and more ferocious spear arts.
The transitions between forms flowed naturally, and with increased speed and power, deflecting them became far more difficult.

“Yet it remains meaningless.”

The 10th Apostle drove his increasingly fierce spear thrust forward without the slightest change in expression, as though wounding me was inevitable.

Kyaaaaaaang!

Martha deflected the 10th Apostle’s spear thrust aimed at her neck, her brow furrowing with concentration.

‘At this rate, I won’t even get a proper fight in before I’m skewered to death.’

Despite her growth, the 10th Apostle was undeniably far stronger. If I kept giving ground like this, I’d die without landing a single blade strike on him.

‘That can’t happen.’

Martha charged forward to meet the 10th Apostle’s relentless spear strikes, fierce as a North Wind gale.

‘Even if I die, I’ll carve at least one wound across that bastard’s throat!’

Raon had always taught me during hellish training to focus on my strengths.
My advantage wasn’t evasion—it was the devastating force of a charge that would sacrifice flesh to shatter bone. I gritted my teeth, resolving to kill through direct collision.

Kwaddddduk!

Martha twisted her ankle forward. Rather than dodging the spear, she surged toward the 10th Apostle and brought her blade crashing down.
The vicious slash of her Paeyang Sword collided with the 10th Apostle’s descending spear strike.

Kuwaaaaang!

Martha felt the powerful recoil and bit her lip. Even with a timely defense, her bones and muscles ached, and her skin tore open. The 10th Apostle was undoubtedly standing on a higher plane than I was.

‘I already knew he was stronger than me.’

I absolutely cannot retreat!

If my body gives ground, my spirit will follow. Even at the cost of taking damage, I had to push forward.

‘I’ll keep wielding the Paeyang Sword.’

The Paeyang Sword was a special swordsmanship that grew more formidable the more malevolent aura it cut through.
Even if I’m losing now, if I continue fighting, I’ll eventually wield a blade that doesn’t yield to the 10th Apostle.

Kyagyagyagyagyagyaang!

Martha advanced forward step by step, deflecting the spear strikes that poured down like a sudden downpour.
With each heavy footfall, she reaffirmed her resolve never to break, and soon she closed the distance until she could hear the 10th Apostle’s breathing.

“Ugh!”

The 10th Apostle furrowed his brow upon seeing Martha’s unwavering gaze.

“Don’t celebrate too soon!”

Martha pierced through the blood energy and aimed her strengthened Paeyang Sword at the 10th Apostle’s neck.

Whoooooosh!

The 10th Apostle swiftly spun his spear shaft to block her blade strike.

Clang!

In that instant, the Paeyang Sword’s momentum surged dramatically, piercing through the 10th Apostle’s defense and carving a long wound across his shoulder.

“This is….”

The 10th Apostle let out a thin groan as he gazed at the white blood flowing from his shoulder.

“What is that aura?”

He furrowed his eyes in confusion, observing the brown aura dwelling within Martha’s blade.

“You don’t recognize it even after seeing it?”

Martha twisted her lips as she burned an aura thick as an axe blade.

“It is the aura of death that slays you Blood Ghosts.”

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Kyaaaaaaang!

Martha furrowed her brow as she watched the 10th Apostle’s spear deflect the Paeyang Sword’s strike.

‘That bastard….’

He’s adapting to the Paeyang Sword.

I thought I could win at this rate, but the 10th Apostle, befitting a warrior at the pinnacle of Grand Master rank, recognized the danger of the Paeyang Sword and avoided direct confrontation while probing for my openings. It was an irritating fighting style.

‘Even if my swordsmanship gets exposed, I have no choice but to keep swinging.’

The only reason I could stand against the 10th Apostle, who was at the highest echelon of Grand Master rank, was because of the Paeyang Sword.
The moment I displayed a different swordsmanship technique to avoid giving him information about the Paeyang Sword, my neck would be severed. So despite the difficulty, I had no choice but to push forward.

Chiaaaaaang!

Martha aimed the Paeyang Sword’s strike at the 10th Apostle’s chest, the blade curving gracefully like a crescent moon.

“Now I see it.”

But the 10th Apostle, as if he had grasped the flow of the Paeyang Sword, evaded my blade perfectly by moving his feet three times.

Paaaaaaang!

The 10th Apostle showed no intention of stopping at evasion, twisting his spear point and thrusting it toward my shoulder.

Chwaaaaack!

I tried to block it by deploying the Paeyang Sword’s defensive form, but the spear point bent in an unnatural way and carved a deep wound across my waist.

“Ugh….”

Martha bit her lip, clutching at her waist as blood dripped down.

“Your swordsmanship has the ability to repel blood energy. Certainly threatening, but….”

The 10th Apostle shook the crimson blood from his spear point and clenched his jaw.

“Your realm cannot keep pace with that power. This is the end.”

He flickered his eyes, which gleamed with killing intent as if everything were finished.

“Don’t spout nonsense!”

Martha shrieked and rushed at the 10th Apostle. She brought down the Paeyang Sword’s severing strike toward his head.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The 10th Apostle seemed to mean what he said about it being the end—he blocked the Paeyang Sword’s strike without difficulty and pierced her shoulder.

“For someone who said it was the end, that wasn’t much.”

Martha scoffed, paying no mind to the wound on her shoulder.

‘Damn it.’

Though I pretended to be composed, cold sweat trickled down my back. The wound had been pierced again in the same spot, and it wasn’t healing well. If I didn’t treat it quickly, there might be lingering aftereffects.

I bit my lip and turned my gaze to the right.

‘Father.’

Denier continued to send me concerned glances even as he cut down the Archbishop and the Blood Ghosts.

‘I have to do this properly.’

Because of me, Denier, Hyunmu Division, and Gwangpung Hall couldn’t move as they should.
I had stepped forward saying I could win, so whether it became poison or rice, I had to fight until the end and claim victory.

‘I can’t show Raon a shameful side of myself.’

Raon had orchestrated today’s battle to keep his promise to rescue my mother from the White Blood Cult Master.

He had told me not to stop in my battle with the 10th Apostle, and that meant he needed me for the fight against the White Blood Cult Master, so I absolutely could not stop here.

But to reach that fight, I had to overcome the 10th Apostle standing before me now.

“Kraaaaaahhh!”

Martha roared fiercely and lunged forward, bringing her blade down toward the 10th Apostle’s neck.

“Already crumbling?”

The 10th Apostle shook his head with disdain as he watched Martha’s wavering blade, raising his spear to block.

Whoooooosh!

The momentum flowing through Martha’s blade surged violently, piercing through the white blood aura and the spear shaft to carve a deep wound across the 10th Apostle’s chest.

“Who’s crumbling now?”

Martha shook her head, flicking the 10th Apostle’s white blood from her blade.

“I won’t fall—not until I’ve torn you and that damned mosquito woman to shreds!”

She unleashed a roar and deployed the successive techniques of the Paeyang Blade in rapid succession, slicing through the 10th Apostle’s blood aura.
She poured every ounce of aura and stamina she’d been saving for the battles ahead into this moment.

Clang clang clang clang!

The 10th Apostle, too, hadn’t been fighting at full strength—he wrapped his entire spear in misty blood aura and parried Martha’s fierce slash.

Crash crash crash crash!

Blade and spear collided countless times at close range, the Castle Wall crumbled, and both Martha and the 10th Apostle were sent tumbling toward the Coastal Area.

Thud thud thud thud!

Martha furrowed her brow as she watched the 10th Apostle’s spear technique, which thickly condensed blood aura to block the flow of the Paeyang Blade.

‘Has he already adapted to my full-power Paeyang Blade?’

How am I supposed to defeat this monster?

The 10th Apostle was adapting to the Paeyang Blade with each exchange, and even as Martha unleashed her full power, she found herself being pushed back once more.

‘At least this place is solid ground. That’s a blessing.’

Perhaps because I had poured everything into the battle, the power flowing from the Battlefield became unmistakably clear to me.

My affinity with the earth element was the highest, and since the Titan’s aura grew stronger on land, I sensed I could draw forth even greater power.

‘But that alone won’t be enough.’

Martha bit her lip and shook her head, then her gaze met Lunan Slion’s and Burren Zigheart’s as they watched her fight.
Both of them stared at her with eyes that burned with passion far beyond mere concern.
If she fell back any further, they seemed ready to abandon their own battles and rush to her aid.

‘This is my fight.’

She shook her head, signaling them absolutely not to interfere.

“Then win…!”

Lunan Slion cried out for the first time in her life. Her voice—now precious to me like family—sent a profound tremor through my chest. No, through my very soul.

“I believe in you.”

Burren Zigheart, unlike Lunan Slion, simply nodded with quiet composure and turned back to lead Gwangpung. Seeing his back radiating such trust, my heart trembled all the more.

Kyaaaaaaang!

Martha smiled faintly as she watched Burren Zigheart’s back and Lunan Slion’s eyes.

‘I’ve fought those two so many times.’

Memories flooded back—not only from training at the 5th Training Ground, but from the days when Rimer had put me through additional training to open the Sword Realm.

‘It was both good and bad… Wait!’

Martha deflected the 10th Apostle’s spear strike while lost in thought about the past, and her eyes widened.

‘If it’s now… it might be possible.’

Thanks to the flow of the soul I had come to feel through Lunan Slion and Burren Zigheart, and the scorching energy radiating from the earth beneath me, I suddenly glimpsed the one method by which I could defeat the 10th Apostle.

“Let me ask you just one thing.”

I looked up at the 10th Apostle standing behind the spear and parted my lips.

“When you kidnap innocent people and drink their blood, what do you think about?”
“…Nothing.”

The 10th Apostle shook his head, saying he thought nothing at all—just as a person thinks nothing while eating a meal.

“So you’re just the same after all.”

Martha curled her lips into a long, thin line.

“Good. You’ve remained worthy of death.”

I stomped the ground as if to shatter the entire world. Drawing the earth’s essence into my body and soul, I opened the will and mental imagery I had cultivated as a swordmaster.

“Sword Realm Incarnate.”

Martha held the blade upright before my chest, gripped in reverse like a knight’s statue, pointing it toward the earth.

‘Even if I can never wield a sword again after today, it doesn’t matter. Instead…’

Just for today!

I drew forth the deep and bitter malice I had accumulated against the White Blood Sect, binding it with a soul oath to replace Zigheart’s blood.

“Demon’s Prison!”

Behind Martha, a gate to hell connected by crimson blood materialized.

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