The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1060

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Chapter 1060

“Evelyn?”

I called out Evelyn’s name with wide eyes.

“How did you get here…?”

Evelyn had been working on the beach to dispel the White Blood Cult’s white mist. My mind went blank since I never expected her to come all the way here to support us.

“Did I do well?”

Evelyn descended beside me with a bright smile. Unlike the impossible feat she had accomplished in such a short time, her laughter was pure and childlike.

“Everything will be fine now. Don’t worry.”

Evelyn stopped the bleeding from Martha’s neck and gently stroked her head.

“Ugh…”

Normally, Martha would have screamed at her for taking advantage of her paralyzed body, but now, having suffered a severe psychological shock, she merely bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Martha…”

The vitality and fury that had filled Martha’s eyes had faded into emptiness and sorrow. Looking at her, I felt my own resolve crumbling, so I turned my gaze away.

“Evelyn. Is the mist under control?”

I gestured to Evelyn while looking at the sky above the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

“Holding back the barrier with mana was straining my arm, so…”

Evelyn rotated her right shoulder, mentioning how difficult it had been.

“I developed a spell that automatically pushes the mist away.”

She dusted off her hands, satisfied that all her effort observing the white mist’s incantations had paid off.

“If there’s any problem with the magic, I can solve it here. It’ll be fine.”

Evelyn lifted her chin with confidence, mentioning that she had recovered a reasonable amount of mana as well.

“That’s impressive….”

I let out a hollow laugh as I looked at Evelyn.

‘I never thought Evelyn would go this far.’

Though Evelyn spoke as if it were nothing, it was absolutely impossible for most mages. I was reminded once again of just how remarkable her magical prowess and talent truly were.

-I hate to admit it, but that mad woman is proving somewhat useful….

Wrath also blinked in astonishment at Evelyn’s performance, grudgingly acknowledging her abilities.

“Unfortunately, breaking the paralysis here will be difficult.”

Evelyn furrowed her brow, explaining to Martha that an unfamiliar curse was placed upon her.

“However….”

She raised a glass vial toward Denier, who was grinding his teeth.

“This one, I can destroy.”

Evelyn shook the vial roughly as if to smash it against the ground. The crimson liquid inside sloshed violently, as if caught in waves.

“Hand it over.”

Denier extended his hand toward Evelyn, his forehead creasing with wrinkles.

“It is not something you can handle.”

He gnashed his teeth savagely, having lost the composure he’d displayed initially. He seemed enraged that his original plan had been disrupted.

“The fact that you’re saying I can’t handle it tells me it’s blood.”

Evelyn brought her nose close to the vial’s stopper and let out a soft laugh.

“Well, only you people would eat something like this.”

She furrowed her brow deeply in disgust.

“Hand it over.”

Denier leaned forward as if to charge at Evelyn.

“If you move even one step from there….”

As Raon stepped forward to shield Evelyn, she shook the glass vial from behind his shoulder.

“Want me to smash it?”

Evelyn had witnessed Denier holding Martha hostage before, so she spoke with a mocking tone, threatening to destroy the vial.

“Hmm….”

Denier merely bit his lip, unwilling to lose the vial, but couldn’t bring himself to move.

“Heh!”

It was when Evelyn tossed the glass vial into the air playfully, as if mocking Denier, that she tried to catch it.

Boom!

The White Blood Cult Master unleashed an enormous surge of blood energy, simultaneously pushing back the transcendents of the Five Emperors.

“Gasp! Gasp….”

Larian, who had borne the brunt of the defense at the front, exhaled with a gasp so violent her heart seemed ready to burst, her body bent over.

“A true monster.”

King Lecross wiped the black blood trickling from his lips with the back of his hand, letting out a hollow laugh as his wounds reopened.

“If the White Blood Cult Master were in her prime, I would have been dead long ago.”

Aris Zigheart nodded heavily, acknowledging that she could barely fight only because of the White Blood Cult Master’s injuries.

“We’re in the same boat! Don’t lose momentum!”

Chamber scoffed, saying that if she were in perfect condition, she could have captured the White Blood Cult Master one-on-one. Despite being the most exhausted of them all, she encouraged everyone with the loudest voice.

“Calm yourselves!”

The White Blood Cult Master roared at the thirteen Apostles, whose eyes blazed with bestial fury. As the situation became dire, she fought with a composure that contrasted sharply with her usual demeanor.
It was not to my liking, but it was a composure befitting the title of leader of the Four Demons.

“That accursed nuisance has always interfered. I shall deal with her myself.”

The White Blood Cult Master’s chilling gaze turned toward Evelyn. She stirred a murderous intent and moved the Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara. The blood deity’s hands, wielding a spear and short blade, extended like lightning.

Clang!

I raised the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword to intercept the weapons of the Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara that sought to tear Evelyn apart.

‘Damnably heavy.’

Even with two layers of rosary barriers erected, my arms felt as though they would dislocate, and my waist screamed with pain as if it might shatter.
The martial arts embedded in the weapons and the blood energy blazing above them both possessed terrifying power.

‘Certainly a threatening assault, but….’

I pushed back the Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s weapons with the flames of Manhwagong and Glacsia’s frost, smacking my lips.

‘Her strength is definitely waning.’

Had the White Blood Cult Master attacked with her full power, I would have either perished or suffered grave injuries. The fact that my insides only trembled as they had before my internal wounds—rather than being shaken violently—made it clear that her strength was diminishing.

“Not yet!”

The White Blood Cult Master moved all of the Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s hands as if determined to kill both me and Evelyn simultaneously.

Boom!

Colossal weapons and hands descended all at once, vast enough to blot out the sky.

“Still brimming with power, I see.”
“You’re not an octopus, so why are you so damn tough!”

King Lecross and Larian, despite coughing blood from severe internal injuries, rushed forward to block the Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s assault on the White Blood Cult Master.

“Are we invisible or something?”
“Stop targeting the kids—let’s play with the adults!”

Aris Zigheart and Chamber, protected by King Lecross and Larian, wielded dimensional magic and spatial swords to carve long gashes across the White Blood Cult Master’s shoulders.

“Get lost already!”

The White Blood Cult Master shrieked, summoning a radiant brilliance forged from blood energy, while the Five Emperors’ transcendents strained with all their might to erect a barrier of light against it.

Boom!

The two luminous forces collided with tremendous power, and the White Blood Cult Headquarters tilted toward the sea as if the very earth had twisted beneath it.

“Only Raon truly understands what I’m thinking.”

Evelyn, indifferent to the battle between the White Blood Cult Master and the Five Emperors’ transcendents, gently grasped her own shoulder and offered her thanks.

“Fall back.”
“No, I’m fine.”

She shook her head calmly.

“I was careless before. I’ll provide support from behind.”

Evelyn, as if to prove she would no longer jest, hurled the glass vial she had seized from Denier to the ground and shattered it.

Crash!

The crimson liquid flowing through the shattered glass fragments writhed grotesquely as if screaming, then dissolved into vapor and faded away.

“Tch…”

Denier stared at the ground where the crimson liquid had vanished, grinding his teeth audibly.
Though he yearned to kill Evelyn on the spot, the White Blood Cult Master’s counsel to suppress his excitement seemed to be forcing him to maintain composure by sheer will.

“There’s no need to hold back. I’ll go instead.”

Raon charged toward Denier and thrust the Manhwagong’s extreme point at him.

Boom!

Denier stepped backward with his footwork to evade the thrust, and the moment his toes touched the ground, he used that rebound to counterattack with explosive speed. By the time I sensed his movement, his blade was already approaching my throat.

‘It’s true that Denier is faster than me. But….’

My swordsmanship surpasses his.

A swordsman’s battle isn’t decided by speed and strength alone. At similar levels of mastery, the most crucial factor was who had endured more experience and overcome greater hardships.

Clang!

I tilted the Soul Reaper Sword’s blade and deflected Denier’s incoming strike aimed at my throat. His blade struck the ground instead of my neck.

Whoosh!

I drew a circular slash downward toward Denier’s chest, but he pushed off the ground with just his big toe and escaped beyond the range of my blade.

Splash!

Yet he hadn’t evaded perfectly—a dark sword mark appeared across his chest, and blood erupted from the wound.

“Tch….”

Denier frowned at the wound on his chest, as if he hadn’t expected to be cut.

“You cannot be faster than me.”

Unable to accept it, he furrowed his brow and charged forward at an even greater speed.

“I acknowledge your speed. However….”

I operated the Heavenly Eye of Clear Harmony at its peak and raised the Heavenly Sword to meet the trajectory of Denier’s incoming blade.

“This battle belongs to us.”

I swore I would never lose, parrying Denier’s blade as it bored toward my heart.

Kuwaaaaang!

The White Blood Cult Master’s blood energy and the transcendent magic and aura of the Five Emperors exploded, unleashing a deafening boom and shockwave that shook heaven and earth.

“Cough….”

The White Blood Cult Master’s strength seemed to be finally depleted as she coughed up transparent blood, her fingertips trembling. For the first time, it appeared she was at a disadvantage.
The Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara was also becoming increasingly difficult to maintain, growing hazier by the moment.

“Haaah….”
“This is damn exhausting.”

Larian and King Lecross were so drained they looked as though they might collapse, their faces deathly pale as they gripped their knees and bent forward.

“Still, it looks like we can see the end now, doesn’t it?”
“Yes. She’s not even healing her wounds anymore.”

Larian and Chamber watched the White Blood Cult Master abandon her wound regeneration, their trembling lips curling into smiles.

Paaack!

The Thirteenth Apostle also retreated to the White Blood Cult Master’s side, his chest slashed open as he yielded to Raon’s ferocious assault. He gnawed at his lips, unable to find any way to defeat Raon.

“Damn it….”

The White Blood Cult Master gritted her teeth, having never imagined that she and Denier would be pushed back like this.

“There’s no choice.”

As she snapped her fingers, the void twisted like water currents in a valley, and a white dimension opened.

Taaaaak.

The White Blood Cult Master reached into the dimension and withdrew two glass bottles. No—they weren’t empty. Inside each bottle, a transparent liquid sloshed like water.

“Take these.”

She tossed a glass vial to Denier beside her.

“This is the White Soul Elixir—far more potent than the Red Blood Elixir you once possessed. However, if you exceed the time limit, you must be prepared to abandon that body.”

The White Blood Cult Master exhaled a turbid breath, noting the toxicity that permeated the elixir.

“Understood.”

Denier simply nodded in compliance and grasped the vial containing the White Soul Elixir.

“Stop her! Block it!”
“Whatever it is, stop it now!”

King Lecross and Chamber, sensing the danger instinctively, rushed toward the White Blood Cult Master without pause.

“Damn it!”

I too stepped forward with swift footwork, unfurling the Extreme Speed Frost Chain toward Denier as he raised the White Soul Elixir to his lips.

“Get away!”

The White Blood Cult Master cried out for us not to interfere, detonating the blood energy embedded in the Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s weapon to unleash an offensive so formidable that neither she nor the Five Emperors’ transcendents could approach.

“Break through!”
“Curse it!”

I, King Lecross, and Aris led the charge, unleashing torrents of sword strikes while Chamber and Larian supported from behind with magic, yet we could not disperse the White Blood Cult Master’s colossal blood energy in a single breath.

Kyaaaang!

Only when we refused to yield and relentlessly pushed forward with blade and spell, finally dispersing the blood energy, did the sound of shattering glass reach our ears.

Whoooosh!

As I looked up through the dissipating white mist, I saw the White Blood Cult Master and the Thirteenth Apostle, white droplets clinging to their lips.
The two of them, having drained every drop from the vial, were not yet satisfied, their tongues extended to lick the moisture lingering at the corners of their mouths.

“Ahhhhh….”

The White Blood Cult Master’s scarred body regenerated, expelling white currents of energy. She wasn’t employing incantations—an immeasurable torrent of blood energy was healing her wounds of its own accord.

Gugugugugu!

The Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara, which had been fading, received blood energy from her and blazed with even more brilliant and magnificent radiance than before, crimson blood dripping from her eyes. The mere sight of that grotesque form sent chills down my spine.

“Huff.”

The Thirteenth Apostle also erased the sword marks that had been inflicted upon him without leaving a trace. An immense blood energy that I could barely contain began to ignite across his entire body.
My hands trembled as I gripped the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword, assailed by sharp energy waves that felt like they were crushing my flesh.

“Damn it!”

Larian lowered her staff-wielding hand as she watched the revitalized White Blood Cult Master and Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara, as if accepting that all was lost.

“This is certainly enough to drain one’s strength….”

King Lecross also exhaled a sigh so deep it seemed the earth would cave in, having never known such a miraculous elixir existed.

“K-keep going! It’s not over yet!”

Aris cried out not to give up, raising her trembling sword.

“Yes, we fight to the end.”

Chamber said they should continue fighting, but her voice had grown hollow and distant, unlike before.

“As you say.”

I exhaled a short breath and nodded.

“The end of this war draws near.”

I calmly closed my eyes and opened them again, gazing at the White Blood Cult Master and Denier, who radiated blood energy so immense it seemed to touch the heavens.

“N-nephew? Is this really ending?”

Valdemar, who had been silent until now, twirled his finger against his temple as if questioning whether my mind was sound.

“Raon….”

The transcendents of the Five Emperors furrowed their brows, equally confused by my words.

“The White Blood Cult Master told Denier to abandon his body as he accepted the white blood. That means it’s a spiritual elixir with tremendous backlash. Or rather, a poison.”

If a spiritual elixir capable of summoning such blood energy had no backlash whatsoever, they would have consumed that blood long ago and slaughtered us all.
The fact that they only brought it out in a desperate situation made it clear that it inflicted severe damage upon those who consumed it.

“That’s certainly….”
“That’s right.”

Chamber and Larian clapped their hands while looking at me. Both of them nodded, acknowledging it was an aspect they hadn’t considered in their despair.

“So if we keep fighting, we’ll find the answer?”
“We’ll endure even unto death.”

Aris Zigheart and King Lecross lifted their swords with renewed determination, ready to fight again.

“Correct.”

The White Blood Cult Master chuckled and tilted her chin slightly.

“Your instincts are remarkably sharp, I must say.”

She wrinkled her nose as if displeased with herself.

“Why are you admitting it so readily?”

I scoffed, remarking that she didn’t act like a typical cult leader.

“Because I’m confident I can kill all of you regardless.”

The White Blood Cult Master spread both hands, saying that knowing wouldn’t help them.

“Of course, you will be handled by that child.”

She turned her gaze, indicating that Denier would be the one to kill me.

“Evelyn.”

I pointed my finger at the transcendents of the Five Emperors.

“Help them.”
“What about you?”

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed with concern for my safety.

“I’ll be fine. I can win on my own.”

If Evelyn helped, I could defeat Denier more easily, but right now I had to stop the White Blood Cult Master first.
Five transcendents couldn’t win against her, but they could buy time.

“…Understood.”

Evelyn nodded, trusting my words, then handed Martha to Valdemar before taking position behind Chamber.

“Now you truly look like nothing but insects!”

The White Blood Cult Master sneered and brought her palms together. The Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara moved with fluid grace like a living human, swinging the weapons in her hands with devastating force.
The weapons’ power and speed had increased tenfold, descending with the elegant principles of martial arts as if five transcendent warriors were striking in unison.

Boom!

Chamber and Aris abandoned their attacks and focused entirely on defense.
Even with Evelyn’s support through transcendent magic circles and Larian and King Lecross simultaneously deploying defensive formations, they couldn’t fully block the White Blood Cult Master’s onslaught. Everyone coughed blood and was pushed back.

“Now it’s your turn.”

Denier stomped the ground fiercely, giving me no time to recover. Even with the Azure Eye’s perception, I couldn’t see his afterimage—only my senses barely caught his movement.

Clang!

I deflected Denier’s blade as it bent toward my neck by a paper’s width, biting my lip.

‘Barely… damn!’

Just as I thought I’d blocked it, Denier retreated and slashed my thigh. Blood sprayed from the leg pierced by his blood-infused blade.

“How slow.”

Denier narrowed his eyes with contempt and charged forward again. His blade, faster than light itself, descended toward my heart.

Clang!

I raised the Heavenly Sword to defend, then tried to counterattack with the Soul Reaper Sword, but Denier had already slipped behind me.

Screech!

As Denier drove his blade down toward my back, I used the Ego Sword to deflect the Neck Wheel Sword and activated the Infinite Fragrance technique.

Whoosh!

The crimson cloth wreathed in flames consumed the white blood energy and melted away.

Boom!

Undeterred by his failed attack, Denier rolled once more, shifted to my left, slashed at my waist, and vanished.

“Are you trying to flay my skin and call it clothing? If you want to kill me, come in with conviction!”

Despite the peril, I neither retreated nor fled. Instead, I pressed forward to meet Denier’s assault.
Though I had grown faster and stronger than before, wounds multiplied across my body even as I defended, yet I never averted my gaze.

“That resolve of yours will ultimately drown in blood.”

Denier moved at a speed beyond human perception, his strikes sweeping across my entire body.
Deep gashes carved beneath my eyes, flesh tore from my chest beside my heart, and muscle was sliced from my calves.
The danger escalated with each moment, yet I tracked only Denier’s movements through the Ring of Fire and the Clear Vision of the Blue Flame.

‘How can he be so fast?’

The Taewhwa Step was the supreme footwork Glen Zigheart created in his final years. Even if Denier’s footwork was extraordinary, there shouldn’t be such a vast difference in speed. This disparity was unnatural.

‘Think… think carefully.’

I dissected Denier’s movements frame by frame, embedding each sequence into my mind. His motions unfolded like a kaleidoscope, beginning to align with my own patterns.

‘Breathing, the angle of my ankles, the force with which I plant my feet, the balance of my upper body, and the harmony with my swordsmanship.’

Beyond the mysteries of swift strikes, each small difference in technique was creating the gap in speed between me and Denier.

‘Let me try.’

I watched and felt Denier’s movements, embodying them in my own body as I stepped into the Taewhabo stance.

Kuuuung!

The moment I unleashed both Wrath and aura simultaneously, my Upper Dantian opened as if I were gazing upon an expansive sea, and I entered a realm of entirely new speed.

Fuuuuung!

I pierced through the supersonic world faster than sound itself—the extreme realm where Denier dwelled.

“What is this!”

Denier’s eyes widened in shock at his own growth as he thrust his blade forward at an even faster speed.

Kyaaaaang!

Now that we inhabited the same realm, Denier’s blade was merely a fraction faster than mine. I reversed my grip on the Soul Reaper Sword and deflected his strike.

“So such a world exists.”

Originally, I had planned to kill Denier as quickly as possible and then join the battle against the White Blood Cult Master.

But their plan to end this swiftly by drinking white blood had crumbled.

The fastest path now—no, the only path to victory in this war—was to absorb and learn from Denier’s abilities, becoming stronger myself.

‘I must advance further.’

My blade grew lighter and faster, my body advancing as though it had sprouted wings.

The swift strikes and predictive strikes I had honed endlessly since childhood, which I thought had reached their limit, were now shedding their worn shells and taking flight into a new evolution.

Not only the quick sword and the righteous sword, but the ten thousand swords themselves were blooming wider and taller, just as the Tree and flowers coexist in harmony.

“With everything you’ve taught me….”

Raon finally matched Denier’s speed, their blades clashing as crimson lightning blazed within my eyes.

“I’m going to cut down your master.”

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