The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1061

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Chapter 1061

Clang!

I brought the Heavenly Sword down toward Denier’s heart in a world of such refined, high-speed movement that I could feel the granules of mana touching my skin.
The flames blazing along the blade’s edge spun fiercely and cascaded downward.

“Ugh!”

Denier couldn’t evade with the ease he’d shown before. He twisted his body forcefully to deflect my sword strike. He still seemed unable to accept that he’d entered the same realm as me.

“The longer you resist accepting it, the harder this will become.”

I let out a thin laugh and moved to Denier’s left, unfolding the Silver Wind Vortex with the Heavenly Sword, while summoning the Flame Sea Technique with the Soul Reaper Sword.

Whoooosh!

From the sky, a biting frost wind descended, and from the earth, waves of flame surged upward, swallowing Denier whole.

“I’ll aim directly for your neck.”

Denier felt his escape route cut off, so instead he charged forward toward them. His judgment was quick, and his movements were swift.

Boom!

Denier’s swordsmanship accelerated even further as he approached. It seemed what he’d shown until now wasn’t his full power.

Clang!

I furrowed my brow as I deflected Denier’s blade aimed at my neck with the Heavenly Sword.

“Speed alone won’t let you defeat me.”

Denier was still moving at a speed barely visible to the eye, but his movements were burned into my mind like photographs. Having grasped all his techniques and habits, blocking or evading his strikes was hardly difficult.
Because he had grasped all of Denier’s martial techniques and habits, blocking or evading his sword was not particularly difficult.

“Don’t spout nonsense.”

Denier’s mind, which had been as calm as a lake, shattered like glass. He gnashed his teeth and raised his sword to strike at Raon’s legs.
His swordsmanship grew sharper and faster, but with his composure crumbling, his movements became easier to read.

Kyaaaaaang!

Raon unfurled the Heavenly Sword’s Rosary Wall to block Denier’s blade, then thrust the Soul Reaper Sword forward.

Shwaaaack!

The resentment embedded in the blade cleaved through the thick blood aura, severing Denier’s waist.

Piiiiick!

Along with his uniform, Denier’s waist split open, and white blood erupted in a geyser.

“Ugh….”

The blood aura Denier possessed was so immense that the wound sealed itself immediately, but his eyes narrowed deeply as he felt intense pain and rage.

“You heard it too, didn’t you? The resentment dwelling in this blade runs deeper and darker than the sea itself.”

Raon flicked Denier’s white blood from the Soul Reaper Sword and lifted his chin.

“Your crude blood aura will never defeat me.”

He stepped into the Heavenly Steps, vowing to incinerate everything of the White Blood Cult along with the Soul Reaper Sword’s resentment.

“The resentment of the dead holds no value.”

Denier pushed off the ground with heavy force, refusing to fall, and unleashed his blade. The sword strike he released stretched long like a spear, piercing toward Raon’s chest.

‘Has he bound his swordsmanship and footwork together using the principles of extreme speed?’

The speed of his swordsmanship and footwork was so tremendous that his blade appeared to stretch out like a horizon line.

‘I’ve learned something new.’

Raon thought he would use this technique when creating a new sword form. As Denier’s blade descended toward his heart, he unfurled the Frost Lotus.

Clannnnnng!

I parried Denier’s blade with a seamless arc of frost and silver steel, then unleashed a vicious counterattack with the Soul Reaper Sword, tearing into his shoulder.

“Ugh!”

Denier staggered backward, clutching his shoulder as flesh hung loose. His eyes trembled with confusion.

“How is this possible…?”
“You’re faster than me, yet you’re losing—that’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it?”

I nodded, understanding completely.

“The answer is simple. I’m reading every move you make.”

With so many lives hanging in the balance, I found myself achieving a level of concentration that even surprised me. I had begun to comprehend every facet of Denier’s swordplay and movement. I had nearly mastered the subtleties of both his predictive and swift techniques, leaving me with no disadvantage against him anymore.
My understanding of his methods had become nearly complete.

‘It must be the Mirror Heart Technique activating.’

Most people panic and falter in life-or-death situations, their bodies freezing in fear. But thanks to my Mirror Heart Technique, the more dire the circumstances, the calmer and more composed I became.

“Impossible…”

Denier’s jaw trembled as he struggled to accept that everything about him had been laid bare.

-A traitor, yes, but I understand that despair he feels.

Wrath let out a hollow laugh, as if he could sense what Denier was experiencing.

-You’re becoming a true Monster.

He nodded, acknowledging that I was gaining recognition even in raw power.

“Now, to end this…”

I raised the Heavenly Sword to strike Denier down, but a sharp, piercing sound from my right drew my attention away.

Crackcrackcrack!

The transcendent beings of the Five Emperors stood rooted to the ground, their blood essence clashing against the White Blood Cult Master’s overwhelming power.

“Hold on! Even if it kills you, hold the line!”
“Yes, I know….”

Lecross swung his blade with black blood dripping from his clenched mouth, while Larian—reverting to her role as a corner mage—trembled with blood-soaked hands as she erected a wall of mana with only six daggers remaining.

“Haaa….”
“Just a little longer….”

Aris Zigheart carved through space with hands drained of all strength, while Chamber wove her incantations with blood streaming from her eyes as her internal injuries reopened.
Both of them had abandoned offense entirely, focusing solely on evasion and defense.

“Ugh! We’re all dying! All of us!”

Evelyn detonated dozens of magical formations in staggered sequence, twisting the weapons of the Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara that rained down upon the Five Emperors’ transcendent beings. Had she not intervened, they would all be dead already.

“Your resistance is meaningless!”

The White Blood Cult Master pressed her palms together, chanting incantations at a speed where her lips became invisible.
The earth beneath her feet churned like molten lava, and a colossal tidal wave of blood rose skyward as if to pierce the heavens.

Kuguguguguuu!

As the wave tilted slowly toward the Five Emperors’ transcendent beings, a bone-chilling dread washed over them—an intuitive glimpse of the world’s annihilation.

“So you enjoy water sports!”
“We’ll ride this wave!”

Lecross and Chamber raised their trembling hands with reckless abandon, swinging their blades and unleashing torrents of magic.
Aris Zigheart and Larian stood beside them, unleashing spatial blades and blood essence-erasing magic.

“I’m the busiest one here for finding such good men!”

Evelyn spread her mana wide, constructing a magical barrier capable of withstanding the blood essence wave itself.
Yet the White Blood Cult Master’s blood essence was so overwhelming that the wall she created couldn’t endure even seconds before dozens of fractures spider-webbed across it.

Kwagwagwagwaa!

The transcendents of the Five Emperors barely clung to life, exhaling breaths as thin as gossamer threads, yet the situation had deteriorated to the point where their deaths would hardly be surprising.

“If you have nothing more to show…”

I pressed my lips together and turned my gaze back to Denier.

“Let’s end this.”

Utilizing the mysteries of the awakened swift blade, I stepped upon the Harmonious Path and closed in on the retreating Denier, drawing down the Heavenly Sword while extending the Soul Reaper Sword.

Kyaaaaaaang!

Denier slashed his blade diagonally to block the Heavenly Sword, but he couldn’t evade the Soul Reaper Sword and tumbled across the ground with his chest pierced.

“Grrgh!”

He retreated to the left while using blood energy to mend the wounds on his shoulder and chest.

Whoooosh!

I unfurled the Flame Spirit technique toward Denier, who was focused on escape.
A Garden of flames bloomed across the crimson-heated blade, scattering thousands of petals.

The fragments of fire dancing through the void became a firestorm that engulfed Denier.

“Tch!”

Denier released his blood energy and wrapped it around his entire body like a cloak to shield against the firestorm.

Whoooooosh!

I seized the moment when Denier’s steps faltered and rushed forward, drawing a long gash across his back with the Heavenly Sword. Thick blood poured from the split wound.

“Grrrrgh!”

Denier let out a murky groan. As he tried to break through the Flame Spirit technique with his body, I detonated over a thousand fire fragments simultaneously.

Kuwaaaaang!

A tremendous shockwave erupted, the earth trembling violently as black smoke billowed into the sky. The White Blood Cult Headquarters tilted further toward the sea.

Whoooosh!

Denier regenerated the wounds on his back and fled to the right. The efficacy of the White Blood Elixir had diminished considerably, causing his wound recovery to slow dramatically.

“Not a swordsman, but a thief? You certainly know how to run.”

I unfurled the Heavenly Sword and Celestial Thunder Strike, cutting off Denier’s escape route before driving a crimson lightning-like blade strike down upon his head.

Craaaash!

Denier’s waist and thigh flesh were pulverized and torn away, exposing bone beneath wounds of horrifying depth.

“Aaaaagh!”

Despite his agonized screams, he stubbornly regenerated the wounds and fled once more.

“Reaching his limit.”

Denier’s movements had grown sluggish as his vital energy depleted, white blood streaming from his nose and mouth. He had reached the physical limit the White Blood Cult Master had spoken of.

“Stop wasting time. Die—”

It was the moment I moved to sever Denier’s neck with the Soul Reaper Sword.

Craaaash!

A tremendous surge of blood energy erupted from the White Blood Cult Master, slamming all the transcendents of the Five Emperors and Evelyn into the ground.

“The games end here.”

She unleashed both her own blood energy and the power of the Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara simultaneously, as if determined to end this now.

Craaaash!

The sky and earth seemed to invert from the violent tremors of such overwhelming force.

“Damn it….”

I abandoned my assault on Denier, pivoting sharply to charge toward the transcendents of the Five Emperors.

‘Those five alone cannot stop this.’

Under normal circumstances, Larian, Chamber, and Lecross would have been more than sufficient to hold the line, but all three were now pushed to their limits—as exhausted as Denier himself. Evelyn, too, was spent from supporting the transcendents and appeared incapable of contributing further.

“R-Raon!”
“It’s dangerous!”

Chamber and Lecross gestured frantically for me to fall back behind them.

“You came to help me? I knew it!”

Evelyn, by contrast, was waiting and broke into a bright smile.

“I’ll hold the front! Please, support me!”

Rather than insisting I could handle this alone, I cried out for their aid and took position at the vanguard.
I unleashed the Flame Dragon Technique and the Celestial Cannon simultaneously—my most devastating techniques—against the blood aura of the White Blood Cult Master and Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara, who came crashing forward like a tidal wave of destruction.

Kuwaaaaang!

From the sword edges of the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword, the breath of a fire dragon and azure radiance erupted, colliding head-on with the White Blood Cult Master’s blood aura.
Aura and blood energy clashed ferociously, tearing the world asunder as black fissures stretched from sky to earth.

‘My arms are going to tear off…’

I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth threatened to shatter. Mere seconds had passed, yet I felt the crushing pressure threatening to pulverize bone and muscle. My organs convulsed, and blood erupted from my mouth in a crimson spray.

‘How can I endure this… Ah!’

Just as despair threatened to overwhelm me, magic and aura from the Five Emperors’ transcendents erupted from behind, pushing back the blood energy in unison. I gasped for breath, barely managing to survive.

‘I cannot simply defend. I must attack.’

I lifted the Wheel Sword with the Sword of Deception, then unleashed the Chilling Wind technique against the surging blood aura.

Fuuuuuung!

The Neck Wheel Sword, infused with the green wind, pierced through space and emerged before the White Blood Cult Master’s throat.

“Hmph!”

The White Blood Cult Master leaped back as if refusing to be caught twice, but the chilling breeze harmonized with extreme speed followed her movements and sliced across the end of her neck.

Riiiiip!

About a third of the White Blood Cult Master’s neck tore open, and transparent blood sprayed out like a fountain.
With her concentration shattered, the blood energy that had been trying to erase me subsided as well.

“Ugh….”

The White Blood Cult Master erased the wound on her neck while grinding her teeth with a grating sound.

“Vermin!”

She formed wrinkles like tree bark above her forehead, her fury genuine.

“Gasp… gasp….”

I exhaled roughly and moved the Neck Wheel Sword again.

‘I need to kill Denier right now.’

Thanks to the Five Emperors’ leaders holding out, the White Blood Cult Master no longer possessed the invincible blood energy she had when she first drank the White Soul Liquor.
If Denier interfered here and ruined the situation, I had to deal with him first.

‘Where is he… huh?’

I turned my gaze to search for Denier but swallowed empty air.

‘What is this!’

Denier hadn’t fled far. He knelt beside a collapsed building, cupping the blood pooled on the ground with both hands and drinking it frantically.

‘That pool of blood….’

The blood pooling on the ground was the massive amount that had gushed from Lecross’s back, forming a small puddle. Denier was inhaling the dirt and Lecross’s blood like a madman.

No, it wasn’t just Lecross’s blood. Denier was forcing the blood shed by the other Five Emperors’ leaders down his throat along with dust and dirt. This wasn’t an act to gain power and grow stronger—it was a desperate struggle for survival at any cost.

‘Insane…’

Every hair on my body stood on end. Denier’s obsessive fixation on life sent a chilling sensation down my spine, as if I were treading barefoot across ice.

-Did that bastard have such a temperament?

Wrath also furrowed his brows, saying Denier didn’t seem like himself.

‘I have to kill him!’

An alarm bell of danger rang in my mind.

Unable to predict what Denier might do next, I hurled the Soul Reaper Sword at him.

“Grraaagh!”

But he rolled across the ground to evade the Soul Reaper Sword, then licked up the blood from another patch of earth.

“Yes. Survive by any means necessary.”

The White Blood Cult Master nodded approvingly, then brought down the weapons held by Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara with blood energy infused within them.

Crackcrackcrackcrack!

I unfurled the Heavenly Sword and Shadowless Fragrance to block the White Blood Cult Master’s assault.

Zzzzzzzt!

Even with the Five Emperors’ leaders supporting me from behind and Evelyn deploying defensive magic, my feet began to sink into the ground.

‘I have to endure!’

Though my body and mind were on the verge of collapse, my combat power and soul had grown thanks to Denier, allowing me to barely hold the line. Had I not grown in this moment, I would have been torn apart into a bloody pulp by the White Blood Cult Master’s first strike.
If he hadn’t grown here, he would have burst into a bloody pulp from the White Blood Cult Master’s first attack.

“There’s no opening to target Denier.”

I wanted to finish Denier off for certain, but the White Blood Cult Master gave me no opening. I had no choice but to focus solely on the monster before me.

‘The White Blood Cult Master will weaken soon too.’

Just as Denier had lost his strength, the White Blood Cult Master would suffer the backlash of the White Soul Orb. Even if I poured out every last fragment of my soul, I had to endure until that moment came.

“Ugh….”

But unlike Denier, the White Blood Cult Master’s martial prowess showed no signs of diminishing. Each time I blocked her attacks, flesh was torn from my body, and my internal injuries deepened.
Like the other leaders of the Five Emperors, black blood sprayed from my mouth.

“You cling to life like a cockroach!”

The White Blood Cult Master, frustrated that things weren’t going her way, had veins bulging across her forehead.

“Fine. There’s no point in holding back—I’ll crush you thoroughly!”

As she clasped her hands together and chanted an incantation at rapid speed, white blood energy began to shimmer and rise like a sphere of flame.

Roooooooar!

The sphere of blood energy swelled endlessly as if becoming a new sun, rising high into the sky.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara, inheriting the White Blood Cult Master’s fury, transformed the red blood flowing from her eyes into white blood and simultaneously raised dozens of weapons.
From her multiple arms bent at different angles and the weapons they wielded, a tremendous aura that seemed to strangle the very soul burst forth.

Whooooooom!

The harmony between the white sun blazing with blood energy and the dozens of weapons moving with the mysterious grace of one who had reached the pinnacle of mastery unleashed a magnificent momentum that seemed unstoppable to anyone.

“Ha!”

Chamber dropped the lollipop she’d been holding in her mouth and let out a hollow laugh.

“So she was still hiding that much power….”

Lecross exhaled a deep sigh, as if to say this would be difficult.

“Ah, there’s still so much research to be done, and the Sea Spirit too….”

Larian muttered about the experiments left unfinished, as if death itself had become visible.

“Damn it! I should have polished my blade more thoroughly!”

Aris Zigheart clenched her teeth, regretting that she hadn’t trained harder.

“Compared to the trials Raon and I endured, this is light.”

Evelyn smiled confidently, certain they could overcome this.

“It’s not over yet.”

Raon gripped the Soul Reaper Sword with both hands and walked slowly toward the descending sun of blood energy.

‘I wanted to save it, but there’s no choice.’

If I didn’t use my final trump card now, I and everyone here would perish. I had to unleash the Sword Realm I’d kept in reserve.

Kuuuong!

I stamped my feet as if shattering the very earth, unleashing the Soul Reaper Sword wreathed in flames of resentment.

Sword Realm Manifestation.
Genesis.

Golden radiance surged endlessly above the crimson blade of the Soul Reaper Sword.
That brilliant light, like a sun pushing back the foul blood energy’s night and opening the dawn, erased the corruption and radiated warmth and magnificent power.

“The brat’s going that far—I can’t just stand idle!”
“….”

Chamber spat blood as she wielded dimensional magic, while Lecross, conserving even the strength to speak, brought down his sword blazing with dark flame.

“Hnngh….”
“Kraaaaaaah!”

Larian poured all remaining mana from her broken staff and dagger into a final throw, while Aris Zigheart unleashed a cry that seemed to pour out her very soul, driving her spatial blade forward.

“I really did meet the right man!”

Evelyn murmured that she had no time for boredom as she unleashed a barrage of magical explosions that rivaled Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s weaponry.

BOOM!

When the White Blood Cult Master’s full power collided with Raon’s, Evelyn’s, and the leaders of the Five Emperors’ combined strength, a tremendous shockwave tore a black hole through the sky, and the White Blood Cult Headquarters shattered into dozens of fragments.

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH!

As aura and blood energy clashed, the gray smoke that had spread across heaven and earth settled, revealing the state of the battlefield.

“Cough!”

Raon knelt on one knee, spitting up black blood, while the transcendents of the Five Emperors lay motionless as if dead, and Evelyn too had fallen backward, clinging to only the faintest breath.

“At last it’s over.”

The White Blood Cult Master smiled wickedly and reached out her hand.

“Your lifeline, I shall sever with my own hands… Cough!”

As she began to unleash blood energy toward Raon, she coughed up white blood and bent over at the waist.

“This… what is this…?”

Blood dripped from the White Blood Cult Master’s dantian, and her arms and legs began to tremble as if intoxicated.

‘My… my limit! My limit has come!’

Raon watched the trembling White Blood Cult Master and tightened his grip. Her limit had finally arrived. And it appeared to be far more severe than what Denier had experienced.

“D-Denier!”

The White Blood Cult Master called out to Denier with difficulty, spitting up blood continuously.

“Bring it! Now!”

She waved her hand roughly, demanding that something be brought to her.

“Understood….”

Denier wiped the blood and dirt from his mouth, then turned around. Rather than attacking me, he lunged toward Valdemar, who stood at a distance, watching cautiously.

“Get out of the way!”

Valdemar threw Martha behind him and unleashed his full power with a flowing sword technique, but Denier slipped past the blade with swift footwork and pierced a hole through Valdemar’s abdomen.

“Cough….”

Valdemar spewed blood from his abdomen and staggered backward.

Clang!

As Denier reached for Martha who had fallen to the ground, the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall, who had just finished the battle at the Castle Wall and entered, blocked his path.

“You won’t pass….”
“Draw your blades!”

Lunan Slion and Burren Zigheart, as if declaring they would never surrender Martha, unsheathed their swords alongside the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“Hmph!”

Denier charged toward Gwangpung Hall without even wiping the blood flowing from his nose.

“Strike!”

At Burren’s fierce cry, the swordsmen’s hearts aligned as one, unleashing a torrent of powerful and swift blade strikes.

“Urrgh!”

Denier received the blades with his body and surged toward Martha. Strangely, he did not attack the swordsmen—he merely evaded and rushed forward.

“You won’t get through!”
“It’s impossible!”
“This is as far as you go!”

Burren, Lunan Slion, and Mark Goeten stood before Denier and each unleashed their ultimate techniques.

“Get out of my way….”

Denier swung his sword for the first time. Three executives from Gwangpung Hall were sent flying, blood spraying from their bodies as his blade cut through them with swift, razor-sharp precision.

“….”

After cutting down all the swordsmen blocking his path, Denier stood before Martha.

“No, this can’t be….”

Lunan crawled across the ground, refusing to let him go, and grabbed Denier’s ankle.

Crack!

Denier kicked Lunan away with the tip of his foot, then lifted Martha into his arms.

“You… I’ll kill you too!”

Martha watched as Lunan reached out with blood streaming down his face, and unable to contain herself any longer, she screamed at Denier that she would kill him.

“If you can manage that….”

Denier accepted Martha’s resentful gaze without resistance and turned back toward the White Blood Cult Master.

‘I have to stop this….’

I bit my lip until blood flowed. The White Blood Cult Master clearly intended to abandon her ruined body and transfer into Martha’s instead. I had to prevent this by any means necessary, but my body wouldn’t move—I’d pushed myself too hard using the Sword Realm.
No matter what, I had to stop it, but because I had pushed myself too hard using the Sword Realm, my body wouldn’t move.

“You did well…”

The White Blood Cult Master extended her hand to Denier, who had brought Martha.

“Now protect my front. Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara will block most attacks, but just in case.”

She nodded, telling him to protect himself even if it meant sacrificing her life.

“It’ll take a while, so it might be better to move somewhere else and do it…”

Denier’s eyes darted away as he warned that this place was dangerous.

“Before this battle began, I gained enlightenment regarding the soul. I haven’t achieved perfect awakening yet, but it won’t take long.”

The White Blood Cult Master exhaled a murky breath, saying it wouldn’t take long before she could seize Martha’s body.

“Nnnngh!”

I forced strength into my hollowed-out body and rose to my feet.

Uuuuuuung!

I resonated with the wavering ring of fire and drew forth all the power of the Demon Lords.

‘I have to fight.’

My body and mind had reached their limits, and agony that made me wish for death crashed over me, but I summoned Ascara’s fighting spirit and indomitable will to endure.

“Release Martha!”

I charged toward the White Blood Cult Master to save Martha, but Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara brought her sword and axe crashing down upon me.

Kuuuung!

Under normal circumstances, I could have dodged easily, but with my body and mind at their breaking point, all I could do was block.

“Go ahead! Come in! I’ll devour that woman’s soul for you!”

Martha glared at the White Blood Cult Master’s black eyes, telling her to try all she wanted.

“That won’t happen.”

The White Blood Cult Master drew blood from her own finger and shoved it into Martha’s mouth.

“The moment you drink my blood, your soul will sink so deep it can never awaken.”

She said it was all over now and forced her blood down Martha’s throat.

“Aaaah….”

Martha tried to refuse by moving her tongue, but the moment the White Blood Cult Master’s blood entered her throat, her pupils turned a lifeless gray.

“Martha!”

I knocked away Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s weapons and gripped the Soul Reaper Sword in reverse, pointing it at my own abdomen.

-Raon!
‘Yes. There’s no other choice now.’

Just as I was about to plunge the Soul Reaper Sword into my belly to activate Demon Lord’s Descent.

“…”

Denier, who had been pointing his blade at me, turned around and approached the White Blood Cult Master.

“Mother. Let us end this now.”

Denier spoke calmly and drove his sword into the White Blood Cult Master’s heart.

Splurt!

The White Blood Cult Master’s soul was bound to Martha’s, so she couldn’t move a single finger as Denier’s blade pierced her chest.

“You… why would you…?”

The White Blood Cult Master coughed blood, her trembling eyes lifting in confusion.

“We are…”

Denier gently stroked Martha’s head—her eyes now vacant and lifeless—and offered a faint smile.

“Monsters that should never exist in this world.”

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