The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1057

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Chapter 1057

Boom!

The White Blood Cult Master endured Raon’s flames, King Lecross’s sword strike, and Larian’s lightning with her body before fleeing into the air.
Despite protecting her body with blood energy, the impact was severe enough that her complexion turned ashen.

“What… what in the world did you do…?”

The White Blood Cult Master spat white blood and clutched the wound on her chest with her hand.

“Your aura clearly didn’t exist!”

Even in her agitated state, she had been spreading her senses, yet she ground her teeth, now stained with white blood.

“I summoned a dimension.”

As Larian lifted the clover card on her finger, a brilliant yellow lightning bolt struck down at the White Blood Cult Master, who had been attempting to heal her wounds with blood energy.

“You… summoned a dimension? What do you mean…?”

The White Blood Cult Master abandoned her recovery and retreated, questioning what it meant to summon a dimension.

“Chamber created a dimension that could conceal a person’s aura, and King Lecross entered it to wait. While you were thrashing about in excitement over Raon, I summoned the dimension where King Lecross was hiding behind you.”

Chamber shook the diamond card up and down with a nod of her chin.

“Don’t lie! If a dimensional gate had opened, I would have sensed it!”

The White Blood Cult Master shook her head vigorously as she resumed healing her wounds.

“The one who opened the dimensional gate was not Chamber.”

King Lecross leaped to the White Blood Cult Master’s left side and brought down a heavy sword strike toward her crown.

“You bastard!”

The White Blood Cult Master erected a transparent barrier above her head using blood energy, but King Lecross’s dark blade shattered through it, sending her plummeting to the Battlefield.

Crash!

The White Blood Cult Master crashed into a building and spewed white blood. The severe injuries she had sustained earlier seemed to prevent her from concentrating on either recovery or combat.

Clang!

King Lecross seized the opening without hesitation, closing in on the White Blood Cult Master and thrusting his blade toward her throat.

“Ugh….”

The White Blood Cult Master concentrated blood energy in her grip, pushing back King Lecross’s blade strike while spewing more blood.

“The moment you cast your curse to kill the Gwangpung Jeonju, King Lecross pierced your chest along with a dimensional rift.”

Larian explained that since the dimension hadn’t opened, the White Blood Cult Master couldn’t sense King Lecross’s presence, then unleashed ten bolts of lightning downward.

“I’ve been training for over a month to cleave your heart along with a dimensional rift, but I never expected it to land so cleanly. You were fortunate.”

King Lecross, satisfied that his training had borne fruit, unleashed a barrage of powerful blade strikes at the fleeing White Blood Cult Master.

Whoosh!

Larian and King Lecross pressed their assault relentlessly, denying the White Blood Cult Master any time to recover her wounds or gather her full strength.

“Damn it!”

The White Blood Cult Master abandoned her attempt to heal and focused solely on evading Larian’s magic and King Lecross’s blade. She seemed intent on catching her breath first, then gathering her blood energy.

Slash!

The moment King Lecross and Larian struck the White Blood Cult Master’s front, I circled behind her and slashed her waist and thigh with the Divine Blade and Demonic Blade.

“Ugh….”

The White Blood Cult Master bit her lip as she watched white blood spray from the wounds on her waist and thigh.
Though she radiated killing intent fierce enough to end my life, she could only retreat rather than charge forward, constrained by King Lecross and Larian’s presence.

-Well done! Your power is lacking, so if you had gone deeper, you would have been captured.

Wrath nodded, telling me to use King Lecross and Larian’s movements just as I had been doing.

-Even a winter mosquito has venom, so that one isn’t normal either. Despite suffering wounds that should have been fatal before the battle even began, she’s buying time and slowly recovering her body bit by bit.

He furrowed his brow, saying that if the White Blood Cult Master had succeeded in her awakening, there would be no humans left alive on this land.

‘That’s why I have to finish this now.’

I slashed the White Blood Cult Master’s back with the Divine Sword’s flames as she concentrated on King Lecross, then fled to the left.

“No, it wasn’t my luck that was good—I should say it was thanks to the Gwangpung Jeonju’s efforts.”

King Lecross nodded, acknowledging that it was because he had provoked the White Blood Cult Master.

“Just when did you start preparing this nonsense…?”

The White Blood Cult Master bit her bleeding lips and glared at me.

“From two months ago when I discovered the White Blood Cult Headquarters, I’ve been breaking through this Castle Wall and researching ways to kill you. No, considering it started when I came to the Sea, it’s been over three months.”

Larian clenched her jaw, saying it had been both a long and short time.

“I and Gwangpung found the White Blood Cult Headquarters, and I, Chamber, and Evelyn worked day and night to break through the Castle Wall and find a way to reach you. King Lecross and Owen have been undergoing hellish training to annihilate you and the Blood Ghosts. All the paths of the Five Emperors were connected.”

She drew a meaningful smile, saying that the movements of the Five Emperors were connected like dozens of river currents converging to form the Sea.

“So it was you who started all this.”

The White Blood Cult Master shot a vicious killing intent at me, as if she had known it all along.

“You’ve ruined everything again!”
“Not me—your stupidity ruined it.”

I let out a scoff and drew Heavenly Rotation and Red Blade toward the White Blood Cult Master’s shoulders.

Boom!

The White Blood Cult Master erased Red Sword and Returning Heaven with a blade wrapped in blood energy, but she tumbled across the ground after taking direct hits from Larian’s magic and King Lecross’s sword strikes converging from left and right.

“Ughhhh!”

She forced strength into legs where flesh had been torn away to expose bone, then fled back into the air.

“Even after being struck by divine lightning, she’s still at that level….”

Larian let out a hollow laugh, as if she found it absurd.

“She’s recovering and fleeing simultaneously. We need to keep pursuing her and drain her stamina.”

King Lecross furrowed his brows deeply as he clung to the White Blood Cult Master’s heels, unleashing a sword strike imbued with transcendent intent.

Whoooooosh!

A magnificent wind summoned by the blade halted the White Blood Cult Master’s movement and drove her down onto the Battlefield.

‘Even after taking consecutive lightning strikes, she moves faster than me….’

The White Blood Cult Master was being slashed by King Lecross’s blade and ensnared by Larian’s lightning, yet she moved faster than I did. Her stamina was absurd.

‘Truly, a monster is a monster.’

Lightning possessed sacred power that burned away tainted energy.
The White Blood Cult Master’s combat prowess was terrifying—taking consecutive lightning strikes that countered blood energy, yet she didn’t lose ground to King Lecross.

‘I want to kill that monster right now….’

But I had to drain her strength as much as possible.

If I severed the White Blood Cult Master’s neck, Martha’s Mother, the true owner of this body, would have no choice but to die as well.
I had to make that monster willingly abandon Martha’s Mother’s body.

“Hmmm….”

Martha’s hand trembled as she gripped her sword, radiating a killing intent so vicious it seemed she wanted to sever the White Blood Cult Master’s neck herself. Transparent tears welled up above her dark eyes.

“Martha. In times like these, you must remain composed.”

Denier grasped Martha’s shoulders as she trembled with excitement at the prospect of revenge, steadying her emotions.

“Hmm…”

The White Blood Cult Master stepped back to the right, sensing the thick, suffocating killing intent, and lowered her gaze toward Martha. She merely watched, neither attacking nor advancing—only observing with cautious vigilance.

‘Is it truly not the case?’

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Denier standing protectively before Martha.

‘There won’t be a better opportunity than this.’

If Denier were a spy, now would be the perfect moment to strike—so I remained vigilant. Yet he only comforted Martha without making a move.
He was simply a father cherishing his daughter, a swordsman who valued the honor of Zigheart.

“Martha.”

I gestured toward her with a slight nod of my chin.

“It’s your turn now. Call forth your mother’s spirit that remains within that body.”

The White Blood Cult Master bore grievous wounds and her spirit was psychologically diminished, yet she still possessed an enormous soul.
It was far too thick for my mental sword to sever alone—Martha needed to shake the very essence of her opponent’s being.

“Mom!”

Martha pulled out a worn water droplet pendant from beneath her uniform and cried out the word she had been holding back.

“Please wake up! You promised to wake me every morning until I got married!”

She screamed upon seeing the identical water droplet pendant swaying at the White Blood Cult Master’s neck.

“Your mother died just moments ago. She screamed for mercy, but I tore her soul apart with these very hands.”

The White Blood Cult Master sneered at Martha as if everything were already finished.

“That’s a lie! Don’t spout nonsense, you wretched creature!”

Martha shrieked, demanding she stop her lies.

“You should be able to feel it, shouldn’t you? There’s only one soul left in this body—mine.”

The White Blood Cult Master unleashed a crimson slash of blood energy toward Martha, declaring she would send mother and daughter together.

Whoooosh!

Denier raised a sword barrier to shield Martha from the torrent of blood energy pouring down from the White Blood Cult Master.

“Ah….”

Martha’s jaw trembled as she watched the White Blood Cult Master—wearing her mother’s face—make that cold gesture of death. Her eyes grew clouded and dull.

“Is… is that really Mother’s soul…?”
“No!”

Raon pressed the White Blood Cult Master with a firestorm of crimson petals, then turned his gaze toward Martha.

“Your mother’s soul is still alive.”
“Don’t speak nonsense. The owner of this body is already dead.”

The White Blood Cult Master shook her head firmly, as if it were far too late.

“Then why are you still wearing that necklace?”

Raon twisted his lips into a smirk and pointed to the water-drop pendant hanging around the White Blood Cult Master’s neck.

“Hmm….”

Even hearing those words, the White Blood Cult Master couldn’t tear the swaying necklace from her neck.

“A heartless monster like you wouldn’t simply leave the soul of a stolen body alone. You can’t leave it alone—that’s the constraint. That necklace must be a condition for seizing the body as well.”

The White Blood Cult Master had been wearing that necklace the last time I saw her. It was clear she bore some essential restriction she had to endure in order to obtain another person’s body.

“This infuriating bastard….”

The White Blood Cult Master gripped the necklace tightly, as if struck at her core. Yet in the end, she couldn’t break it or remove it, and her trembling hand fell away.

“Then… then….”

Martha’s dark eyes glimmered with a faint light as she gazed at me.

“Yes. Your mother is definitely alive.”

I nodded with absolute conviction.

“I’ll subdue that monster and bring her back. Wait here.”

I shattered the white-blood-soaked Battlefield beneath my feet, channeling the Taewhabo technique. Summoning the Divine Sword’s flames and the Demonic Sword’s frost in full force, I charged toward the White Blood Cult Master.

“Well said. Let’s finish this decisively.”

Larian scattered cards infused with lightning-attribute magic through the air to support me.

“For now, I’ll abandon the honor of a knight and think only of victory.”

King Lecross pressed his lips firmly together, declaring that there was no shame in fighting together, and threw himself forward with his blade.

Boom!

King Lecross’s sharp and weighty sword strike crushed the White Blood Cult Master’s waist, dozens of lightning bolts summoned by Larian constricted her arms and legs, and the flames and frost erupting from the ground beneath me tore deeper into her wounds.

“Screeeeeech!”

The White Blood Cult Master let out a bestial shriek and fled between the buildings. She scattered sorcerous mist to obscure our vision.

“That won’t work anymore.”

I split the white mist with the Spear Bow Sword’s Great Celestial Slash and pursued the White Blood Cult Master as she fled through the Alley.

Crash!

King Lecross and Larian ascended into the sky, determined not to let her escape, intercepting the White Blood Cult Master with sword strikes and magic.

Slash!

I watched blood burst from the White Blood Cult Master’s back as my breathing grew ragged.

‘I must never give her time to recover.’

The White Blood Cult Master was sustaining critical injuries that would kill her instantly without recovery, so she couldn’t unleash her full power and was instead fleeing while regenerating her physical wounds.

If she were given time to erase her injuries, the situation could reverse in an instant, so I had to keep pressing the assault relentlessly.

“Damn it!”

The White Blood Cult Master couldn’t move her left shoulder, so she was forced to block the sword strikes from King Lecross and me, as well as Larian’s magic with only her right hand, and her wounds continued to multiply. A shadow of defeat began to creep across her complexion.

“We must continue the assault so the White Blood Cult Master cannot focus on recovery!”

I unleashed two pairs of Flame Dragon Formations using the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword simultaneously. The fire dragon and water dragon intertwined and twisted, sweeping across the White Blood Cult Master’s entire body.

“Krraaagh!”

Even with the wall of blood aura she erected, the White Blood Cult Master couldn’t block all of my sword strikes. Her lips trembled as she suffered both burns and frostbite.

‘Keep going!’

While the White Blood Cult Master was occupied blocking King Lecross’s sword and Larian’s magic, I thrust a powerful yet swift blade strike from her blind spot where her vision couldn’t reach.

‘At this rate, I can win.’

Though the White Blood Cult Master was displaying a persistence more stubborn than a cockroach, I could clearly feel her stamina and blood aura depleting. I had to stay attached to her and continue the offensive until the very end.

‘But…’

This is getting quite exhausting.

Though not much time had passed since the battle began, the sense of crisis—knowing that even a single counterattack could kill me—was draining my stamina and mental fortitude far faster than usual. My back was drenched in sweat, and my head was spinning.

‘But I have to keep going.’

To keep my promise with Martha. And to take revenge on Derus, I had to finish hunting down this annoying mosquito buzzing around today.

Clang!

I circled behind the White Blood Cult Master and deployed the Heavenly Cannon. After pulling her in with a powerful gravitational force, I detonated the massive aura gathered at the sword’s tip.

Boom!

The White Blood Cult Master’s arm, wrapped in blood energy, trembled as she failed to fully dissipate the impact of Raon’s Heavenly Thrust due to the difference in power.

“Your escape technique is remarkable. You’d be the best among the Five Emperors and Four Demons.”

Larian let out a hollow laugh, seemingly surprised that the White Blood Cult Master could withstand this much.

“But now we must see this through to the end.”

She unleashed all the magic stored within her 52 trump cards, summoning a colossal thunderbolt that filled the sky above the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

“I too shall pour everything into this blade.”

King Lecross gripped his sword with both hands and assumed a charging stance like a knight wielding a lance.

A deep resonant hum echoed forth.

His body transformed into a single blade, gleaming with dark radiance as he unleashed an aura that seemed to tear heaven and earth asunder.

“I shall follow both of you as well.”

Raon wrapped different auras around the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, then floated the Wheel Sword. He prepared the ultimate strategy, unleashing the Undefeated Blue-Red Sword alongside a chilling wind.

“If I flee now, I truly shall perish.”

The White Blood Cult Master, realizing she could not escape this time, drew upon the blood energy she had been using to heal her chest wound, erected a wall of blood energy, and activated the absolute defense incantation.

“Come!”

Unlike when she fled, she stamped her feet and roared, determined to endure with her body.

“Ten Thousand Extremes Thunder Rain!”

Thousands of lightning bolts descended upon the White Blood Cult Master’s head in response to Larian’s command.

A deafening explosion erupted.

Raon pierced through the lightning that caused him no harm and unleashed the heat and cold emanating from the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword directly at the White Blood Cult Master’s chest.

A series of violent impacts thundered forth.

I unleashed a trembling force through the twin blades of Cerulean Crimson Undefeated, piercing through the sorcerous barrier, while manipulating the Gentle Breeze with the Wooden Wheel Sword hidden behind my back.

Screeeech!

The White Blood Cult Master, focused on blocking Larian’s lightning and the Cerulean Crimson Undefeated, failed to sense the Wooden Wheel Sword that penetrated her blood energy, and her throat was pierced through.

“Gaaahhh!”

Even with a blade embedded in her throat, the White Blood Cult Master did not retreat, enduring with her blood-energy-wrapped hands until the Cerulean Crimson Undefeated blade dimmed.

“Not yet!”

Despite her ragged breathing, Larian did not rest, moving to the White Blood Cult Master’s right side and driving a magic-infused dagger into her wound.

Whoooosh!

Flames erupting from the crimson dagger tore the White Blood Cult Master’s wound even deeper.

Grrrrgh!

With a blade embedded in her throat and her body burning, the White Blood Cult Master did not fall, instead standing her ground and forcefully pushing both herself and Larian backward.

‘What in the world….’

I trembled as I gazed into the White Blood Cult Master’s eyes. Her black pupils burned not with the despair I had seen before, but with exultation.

‘Wait…. Now that I think about it!’

I turned around, recalling the one person who had departed with us but never arrived.

Drip. Drip.

King Lecross Albern de Owen, the absolute master of the blade known as the Silent Sword Master, was gasping for breath as he stared at the blade protruding from his chest. It was the exact same sight as when he had stabbed the White Blood Cult Master from behind.

“Ahhh….”

Behind King Lecross, spewing crimson blood, emerged a cold-faced man with pure white long hair reaching down to his waist. Though his hair color and eyes had changed, he was unmistakable.

“Denier Zigheart….”

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