The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1059

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Chapter 1059

“….”

Denier showed no reaction to Raon’s provocation. He knelt with his head bowed, as if waiting only for the White Blood Cult Master’s call.

“So you’ve become a dog on a leash. Is that the pathetic existence you chose to betray Zigheart for?”

Raon retrieved the Neck Wheel Sword that the White Blood Cult Master had discarded and let out a scornful laugh.

“….”

Denier remained silent, his gaze fixed only on the White Blood Cult Master’s back.

“Pointless provocations and questions won’t matter. He was made that way.”

The White Blood Cult Master sneered, dismissing the notion that provocation would work on Denier.

“Now you’re sucking out words instead of blood? I wasn’t talking to you anyway. Get lost.”

Raon waved his hand dismissively at the White Blood Cult Master, as if swatting away a fly.

“Impudent brat….”

Unlike Denier, the White Blood Cult Master seemed susceptible to provocation. She glared at him, her brow furrowing.

-Even now with the provocations, you really are….

Wrath let out an exasperated laugh.

“If you won’t speak, then I’ll make you.”

Raon bent his upper body forward sharply like the blade of an axe. Just as he was about to charge, Denier pulled Martha into his embrace.

“Take even one step forward, and I’ll kill this woman.”

Denier held Martha firmly in his left arm, pressing a blade against her throat with deadly intent.

“Father… Father…”

Martha’s lips trembled with a pale, sickly hue as she watched Denier—whom she had followed as devotedly as her own mother—move to kill her.

“Please…”

Unable to accept this reality, she squeezed her eyes shut.

-What—what is he doing?! What is the meaning of this?!

Wrath gnashed his teeth as he watched Denier’s blade press against Martha’s throat.

-A father kidnaps his own daughter and takes her hostage? How is such a thing even possible in this world?!

His fury burned with an intensity that rivaled my own, genuine and unrestrained.

-Summon the True Demon King at once! I will slaughter that bastard and that mosquito woman together!

Wrath leaped with urgency, determined to save Martha and lock both Denier and the White Blood Cult Master in an ice prison.

‘That is a choice I must make only as a last resort.’

Using Demon Lord’s Descent would permanently diminish both my and Wrath’s power.
Since I could not predict how much strength and enlightenment we would lose, I had to avoid that path at all costs.

‘There is still a path forward.’

I lifted my left foot, meeting Denier’s cold, icy gaze.

Thud.

Ignoring Denier’s command not to move even a step, I extended my leg without hesitation.

Screeeech!

Denier proved his words were sincere by pressing his blade tightly against Martha’s throat. Crimson blood trickled down her pale neck.

Thud.

Even as I watched Denier’s blade slice across Martha’s throat, I didn’t stop moving.

“I told you not to come.”

Denier furrowed his brow, displaying emotion for the first time.

“You cannot kill Martha.”

I tilted my chin toward Denier, whose voice had risen in pitch.

“If you still believe this human is my daughter, then you’re making a grave mistake.”

Denier lifted his chin as if human relationships held no sway over him whatsoever.

“R-Raon….”

Martha called my name through narrowed eyes. What reflected in her trembling gaze wasn’t betrayal, but pain and sorrow.

“It’s alright. You won’t die.”

I reassured her with a nod, telling her not to worry.

“No, she will.”

Denier, speaking with absolute conviction, drove the blade deeper into Martha’s throat. Crimson blood, so vivid it was chilling, dripped from her neck and stained the white ground.

“Ugh….”

Martha whimpered from the pain and terror, yet she pressed her lips firmly shut, as if trusting in me.

-Hey, you fool! Stop! The beef girl is dying!

Wrath seized my shoulder and shook it, urging me to cease my advance.

“Stop with the bluffing.”

I twisted my lips into a smile as I looked between Denier and the White Blood Cult Master in turn.

“You’re planning to make Martha the White Blood Cult Master’s new vessel.”
“Hmm….”

Denier’s hand trembled slightly around his sword’s grip, as if he hadn’t expected me to piece that together.

“Otherwise, there’d be no reason to take Martha as a hostage instead of King Lecross.”

Denier knew that capturing the severely wounded King Lecross would have been the optimal choice, yet he’d thrown him toward me and taken Martha instead. It was illogical by any standard.

“Really? Is that actually true?”

Valdemar’s eyes widened as if the thought had never crossed his mind.

“I’m certain. If Martha truly weren’t necessary, they could have killed her while retreating.”

The fact that they’d paralyzed her entire body instead of killing her made it clear Martha had a crucial role to play.

“Besides, the White Blood Cult Master’s current body has reached its limit.”

I gestured toward the White Blood Cult Master, whose hands and arms were covered in white scales, my brow furrowing.

“For the White Blood Cult Master to wield her full bloodline power, she needs a body whose soul resonance matches hers. Since she’s currently inhabiting Martha’s Mother’s body, targeting the grown Martha isn’t unreasonable.”

I clenched my teeth so hard my gums ached.

“Denier may have had Martha adopted into Zigheart specifically to prepare her as a vessel the White Blood Cult Master could transfer into.”

I didn’t want to imagine it, but considering everything that had happened so far, that was the most likely scenario.

“….”

Denier said nothing, only glaring at me as if he wanted me dead.

“Ha….”

The White Blood Cult Master let out a hollow laugh of disbelief.

“That little brain of yours works quite well.”

She furrowed the bridge of her nose, as if acknowledging her own judgment.

“Now that I’ve confirmed my prediction was correct….”

Raon bent his upper body forward like a bowstring drawn taut, stepped on the ground with Heavenly Steps, and brought his Red Fang Sword down toward Denier’s neck, advancing as if folding the earth itself beneath his feet.

Claaaang!

Denier pulled Martha back and raised his sword to block the Red Fang Sword, proving his judgment had been correct.

“Just as expected.”

Raon drew a cold smile as he watched the tendons bulge at Denier’s temples.

“Raon Zigheart….”

Denier ground his teeth audibly as he pushed back the flames of the Red Fang Sword with his blood energy.

“You’d better give it your all.”

Raon pressed down with overwhelming force, tilting his chin upward.

“I’m in quite a foul mood today.”

He swung the Heavenly Sword, pouring his wrath into the flames that blazed across its blade.

Claaaang!

The golden flames infused with rage incinerated the white blood energy in an instant, extending toward Denier’s heart.

Boom!

Denier realized that a direct confrontation would not be easy, so he erected a barrier of blood energy and retreated without hesitation.

“Protect this man.”

Denier handed the gasping Martha over to the Archbishop, then took his position before Raon once more.

“How much of this was genuine, and how much was a lie?”

I gazed down at Denier, who had lowered his stance as if bracing himself, and posed my question.

“Everything was sincere, and everything was a lie.”

Denier left those words behind and vanished in a white current of energy. It wasn’t sorcery—his movement was so blindingly fast that he simply seemed to disappear before my eyes.

‘As I thought….’

I sensed Denier’s movement as he repositioned himself elsewhere before entering my perception range, and my eyes narrowed.

‘Is Denier’s specialty speed?’

I had felt it since he evaded Frost Lotus in her Divine Demon Harmony state—Denier’s ability seemed to be an extreme speed in swordsmanship and movement that even my senses couldn’t capture.

Screeeech!

As I spread my perception thicker to locate Denier, my shoulder split open and blood sprayed forth.

Whoooosh!

By the time my blood hit the ground, the sound of a sword wind reached my ears. Denier moved faster than sound itself, unleashing his blade strikes.

‘He’s definitely not beneath me.’

Just as I had sensed from the beginning, Denier possessed martial prowess nearly equal to my own.

‘This time—behind!’

Denier shifted behind me in an instant, as if intent on ending my life, and drove his blade downward toward my neck.

Clang!

Raon narrowed his eyes as he blocked Denier’s thrust with the Soul Reaper Sword he had grasped in reverse.

“So targeting from behind is your specialty, is it? Or perhaps it’s all you’re capable of.”

Provocation works on Denier as well. I arrogantly flicked my fingers to goad him.

“Hmph!”

Denier let out a scoff and pushed his speed even higher. As he moved, the afterimages he left behind shimmered like mirrors, creating the illusion of hundreds of Deniers converging from all directions.

“Die.”

With that chilling cry, the afterimages of Denier, each frozen in a different stance, surged forward simultaneously.

Not clones, yet they felt like clones—and I couldn’t locate the real Denier. This wasn’t martial combat; it felt like fighting sorcery itself.

Clang!

I focused every ounce of my senses on the sword’s trajectory, barely deflecting Denier’s blade as it carved toward my chest.

‘Not heavy, but my bones are screaming.’

Denier’s sword carried the refined essence of speed and prediction honed to their absolute limits, so even when I blocked, my skin and muscles tore with searing pain.
The thought that a single successful strike would end my life sent ice down my spine.

“You’re still far from it.”

Denier’s voice remained cold and measured, as if he’d anticipated everything, and his blade carved across my shoulder once more before he slipped past.

“Tch…”

I stemmed the bleeding from my shoulder—now wounded twice by Denier—and furrowed my brow. I’d thought I’d blocked that strike, but his technique had no fixed form, making defense nearly impossible.

“You’ve grown far more than when I last saw you.”

The White Blood Cult Master nodded, satisfied with Denier’s performance.

“Your luck ends here, boy.”

She curled her lips upward, as if certain of my death.

“Raon!”
“You bastard! You said you’d finish this quickly!”

Larian and Chamber screamed. Despite having a battle with the White Blood Cult Master ahead of them, they seemed more worried about themselves.

“….”

Aris and Lecross nodded silently, their trust in themselves evident like true swordsmen.

[Don’t try to kill the White Blood Cult Master. Think of it as enduring.]

Raon deflected Denier’s blade aimed at his heart and sent an aura message to Larian, Chamber, Lecross, and Aris.

[The White Blood Cult Master’s condition is abnormal. She’s stalling to recover from her wounds and regain her stamina. Start fighting quickly and drain her strength.]

Though the White Blood Cult Master appeared unharmed, I explained that her condition was far from normal, revealing the only path to victory in this war.

[Are you alright?]
[Worry about yourself!]

Larian and Chamber shouted, telling me to focus on the battle before my eyes, not concern myself with them.

[I’m fine.]

I drew a faint smile and activated Cheonghwa’s demonic eye. Surrendering my body to the cold energy blooming above my pupils, I gripped the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword firmly.

[From now on, I’ll see everything.]

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“Fools only learn through experience.”

The White Blood Cult Master’s crimson lips curled upward, as if confident in Denier’s victory.

“You’re no different. Now that Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara has descended, there’s no way I can fall.”

She sneered and amplified the blood energy of Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara even further. The blood energy seemed to taint not just the White Blood Cult, but the coastal area and sea beyond.

“That’s something you’ll have to find out.”

Lecross advanced toward the White Blood Cult Master with a fierce footwork, thrusting his blade forward from behind his waist and unleashing a formidable sword strike that seemed capable of piercing through the sea itself.

“Well said.”

Larian summoned the lightning dwelling at her fingertips, drawing a brilliant golden bolt from the cloudless sky.

“I’ll rip that head clean off!”

Chamber swung her staff, tearing apart the very space where the White Blood Cult Master stood.

“I’m joining in!”

Aris Zigheart followed suit, her blade descending in perfect synchronization. A dimensional slash erupted from behind the White Blood Cult Master’s back.

Craaaaaash!

As the four transcendents, each wielding distinct powers, unleashed a coordinated assault, the heavens and earth trembled violently, and the crimson aura the White Blood Cult Master had spread began to dissolve.

“Wretched insects.”

The White Blood Cult Master narrowed her brow and brought her hands together before her chest. As she revealed her murderous intent alongside a thick crimson aura, Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s eyelids snapped open, her eyes blazing with a blood-red light.

Craaaaaash!

Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara brought down all the weapons held in her dozens of hands simultaneously.
A terrifying crimson aura exploded, and the auras and magic unleashed by Larian, Chamber, Aris, and King Lecross collapsed in an instant.

Booooom!

Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara raised the weapons in her right hands, creating a powerful wave of crimson aura. It was a masterful conversion of defense into offense.

Booooom!

Larian drew a six-pointed star with her dagger, weaving a defensive incantation, but the toxicity of Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s aura was so potent that she was driven back ten steps.

“Ugh…”

Larian’s fingers trembled as she struggled merely to block the aura, her woven incantation wavering.

“Are you alright?”

Chamber let out a low groan as she watched Larian’s trembling hands.

“Focus on attacking, you elders.”

Larian exhaled heavily, insisting she would block the blood energy herself.

“Larian….”

Normally, Chamber would have snapped at her not to bring up age, but the gravity of the situation left no room for jest.

“Cough….”

King Lecross raised his sword while coughing up blood repeatedly.

“Forgive me. In exchange, I’ll cut decisively.”

He kindled the noble resolve of a knight in his previously dimmed eyes, as if prepared to stake his life in this battle.

“I will also defend.”

Aris approached Larian and bowed her head.

“No, you focus on attacking.”

Larian shook her head firmly.

“Your sword that cleaves dimensions works against the White Blood Cult Master too.”

She nodded, affirming that her dimensional blade was the sharpest weapon in their current situation.

“Right. Combined with my magic, that blade will become even sharper.”

Chamber tapped Aris’s shoulder, urging her to fight alongside her.

“I will open the path….”

King Lecross, despite his weakened state, stepped forward once more and charged toward the White Blood Cult Master.

Boom!

He burned his life force to strike down the descending weapons of Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara before driving into the White Blood Cult Master’s embrace.

“You’ve found the place to die!”

The White Blood Cult Master extended her hand, rippling with life force, as if she would face him directly.

“The knights of Owen never break!”

King Lecross clashed head-on with the White Blood Cult Master, as if to embolden the knights fighting behind him.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

The dark aura and transparent life force collided, sending gray sparks erupting across the heavens and earth.

“Ugh…”

King Lecross spat blood but did not retreat, enduring the White Blood Cult Master’s overwhelming might.

“It’s useless to stop me!”

With the White Blood Cult Master’s bloodthirsty smile, Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara moved again.

The colossal blood deity brought down dozens of weapon-wielding hands simultaneously, as if to swallow King Lecross and the other transcendents in one gulp.

Whoooooosh!

Larian held back Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s fierce offensive, pouring out tremendous blood energy, by raising a shield of mana with eleven daggers.

“Aaahhhhh!”

Crimson blood vessels bulged in Larian’s eyes, and her breathing was cut short in jagged gasps as if it might cease at any moment.

“Go!”

Chamber and Aris Zigheart dashed through the path opened by Larian and King Lecross, unleashing transcendent magic that tore through space and sword strikes that severed dimensions.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

The White Blood Cult Master, as if she had anticipated everything, attempted to block her back with the shield held by Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara.

Whoooooosh!

Yet Chamber’s space-rending magic and Aris’s dimension-severing blade pierced through the thick blood aura shield, carving a fresh wound across the White Blood Cult Master’s back.

Screeeech!

The White Blood Cult Master’s back split wide open, and transparent blood erupted like a fountain.

“Insignificant gnats!”

The White Blood Cult Master gnashed her teeth and clasped her hands together. The weapons wielded by Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara moved with subtle grace, descending toward the Five Emperors’ transcendents.

This was no mere assault of raw blood aura like before. These were strikes that flowed with the principles of martial arts, as if wielded by a master swordsman.

“Don’t engage! Evade at all costs!”

At Larian’s cry, Chamber, King Lecross, and Aris abandoned their counterattack, their footwork thunderous as they retreated backward.

Boom!

The battlefield, which received Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s onslaught instead of the four transcendents, crumbled beyond recognition, leaving behind a colossal chasm with no visible end.

“Running will avail you nothing!”

The White Blood Cult Master advanced alongside Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara with the clear intent to capture them, targeting Larian and Lecross, but with support from Chamber and Aris Zigheart, the two were able to escape without sustaining major injuries.

“Back in!”

The moment Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s fierce assault subsided, Chamber opened space once more and unleashed a spatial spell that would obliterate the White Blood Cult Master’s head.

“Understood!”

Aris seized the opening without hesitation, unleashing a dimension-rending slash.

Whooooom!

Larian and King Lecross, who had evaded the blood aura and returned, immediately joined the assault without a moment’s respite.

Boom!

The White Blood Cult Master blocked the assault of the four Transcendents using a shield formed from Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s blood energy, yet her furrowed brow betrayed her displeasure with the situation.

“How cowardly of you!”

The White Blood Cult Master gnashed her teeth and unleashed another torrent of blood energy, but the Transcendent of the Five Emperors, having abandoned all pride, retreated without hesitation when faced with danger.

“Graaaaaaah!”

The White Blood Cult Master erupted in fury, releasing blood energy in a frenzy, yet she could not catch the Transcendents who fled while supporting one another.

‘This will suffice.’

Chamber nodded as she observed the enraged White Blood Cult Master.

‘We cannot defeat her no matter what we do right now.’

Even with four Transcendents gathered, none of them were in their proper state, making it impossible to capture the White Blood Cult Master.

Evading as they were now while draining her strength was the best strategy.

‘The turning point will be….’

Chamber bit her lip as she watched Raon, unlike before, effortlessly parrying Denier’s assault and even launching counterattacks.

‘When Raon defeats Denier and joins us here.’

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Clang!

Raon narrowed his eyes as he deflected Denier’s thunderous blade.

‘I can see it now. No, I can feel it too.’

Upon opening the Heavenly Eye of Clarity, Denier’s movements, which had previously eluded his perception, became crystal clear before him.

No longer relying merely on experience and instinct to defend, I could now mount a proper defense.

‘Now I can strike back.’

As Denier lunged to pierce my throat, I pivoted my body to evade and brought the Heavenly Sword down in a sweeping arc.

Screeeech!

Unable to control his charging momentum, Denier’s shoulder was laid open by a long gash from the Heavenly Sword.

“Ugh….”

Despite the pain furrowing his brow, he launched another attack. His speed had accelerated further.

‘He’s certainly faster. But….’

Now I could see everything.

I could sense what Denier was targeting and where he would strike, allowing me to prepare counterattacks rather than mere defense.

Clang!

I deflected Denier’s blade with the Soul Reaper Sword and slashed a long wound across his thigh with the Heavenly Sword.

Splash!

Denier retreated, blood streaming from his shoulder and thigh. His expression had turned deathly pale.

“It’s too late to regret now.”

I shook my head, shaking off the white blood clinging to the Heavenly Sword.

“You are an enemy of Zigheart.”
“Haa….”

Denier exhaled deeply and withdrew a glass vial containing a crimson liquid from his bosom.

“I have not yet shown you everything.”

He exhaled a turbid breath, and in that moment, he reached to open the glass bottle’s lid.

Whoooosh!

A brilliant blue light flashed, and the glass bottle Denier held in his hand vanished.

“What in the—?”
“Huh?”

Raon and Denier simultaneously lifted their heads, gazing at the empty space where the light had erupted.

Whoooosh!

It was Evelyn. She stood in the sky above, waving the glass bottle that Denier had been holding in her right hand.

“Looking for this? Or perhaps….”

Evelyn wore a crimson smile as she thrust Martha, whom she cradled in her left arm, forward.

“Looking for this child?”

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