The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 184

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Chapter 184

The moment a figure radiating immense power surged forth from the pool of blood on the ground.

I recognized him as an Apostle—a direct disciple of the White Blood Cult Leader. Among the White Blood Cultists, only the Leader and his disciples moved about without hoods.

The instant he raised his hand, I extended my left leg and stepped into the Heavenly Harmony Stance. My reaction was swift, but my mind screamed only one truth: I was too late.

Roooaarrr!

The Apostle, a monster who had ascended to Master rank long ago, grasped the situation in a heartbeat and unleashed a torrent of blood energy that was absolutely terrifying.

I watched as blood energy coalesced in his palm and shot forth like artillery. The resulting shockwave was devastating—far beyond what a member of the Gwangpung Unit could withstand.

‘Damn it!’

I gritted my teeth and stretched out my feet and hands, but I couldn’t reach in time.

‘Just one second. No—even half a second….’

As I pressed forward through the churning sensation in my stomach, Martha stepped ahead and drew her blade.

Crash!

Her wrist bent as though it might shatter under the force, but it was enough.

I moved to Martha’s side and drew the Soul Reaper Sword. I unleashed a raging inferno of flames across its pristine white blade.

Whoooosh!

A wall of fire surged forth like a tidal wave, completely consuming the Apostle’s blood energy.
Behind the settling flames and dissipating blood aura stood a middle-aged man with ten orbs embroidered on his coat. The 10th Apostle.
His attack had been blocked, but his expression remained calm and unbothered.

“Haaah….”

Martha’s teeth chattered as she dropped to one knee, yet her glare never wavered from the 10th Apostle.

“You bastard! What did you do to my mother?! What happened to everyone in Aleng Village?!”

She unleashed a voice trembling with anguish, her eyes blazing with fury. It was a tone so sorrowful it constricted the heart.

“Aleng Village? I don’t recall such a place.”

At the 10th Apostle’s emotionless reply, the flames of rage reignited in Martha’s eyes.

“Tch!”
“I don’t know where that is, but nine times out of ten, anyone brought to our headquarters dies. Your mother likely became sustenance for someone. A glorious fate.”
“You fucking monster!”

Martha rose to her feet, trembling violently. I forcibly restrained her as she moved to draw her blade.

“Raon!”
“He’s not your opponent.”
“Don’t give me that shit! I’m taking that bastard down. No matter who you are—”
“He’s not mine either.”
“What?”
“That’s right. He’s mine.”

A cheerful voice echoed from below.

Boom!

Rimer burst forth alongside a brilliant azure wind that shattered the lobby.

“Zigheart’s Radiant Blade.”

The 10th Apostle’s expression darkened as he observed Rimer’s leisurely smile.

“It’s been a while, 10th Apostle.”
“I was planning to kill you before you arrived.”
“Too bad for you. I’ve already slain your subordinates.”

Rimer smiled and gestured to the murky blood dripping from his blade.

“How did you know this was a branch?”
“Did you think I’d tell you that?”
“Arrogant. You think you can fight like before with that broken body?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
“Then words are unnecessary.”
“Right. No need for words.”

Rimer flicked the blood from his blade, and the 10th Apostle conjured a white spear from thin air.

Crack!

The moment stone fragments from the collapsed ceiling touched the ground, both figures vanished simultaneously.

Boom!

Concealing their presence, Rimer and the 10th Apostle clashed their sword and spear at the center, unleashing a terrifying wave of energy.

Crack, crack, crack!

From a single collision alone, the earth twisted and the mansion began crumbling to dust.

“7th Apostle. How much longer will you stay buried there?”

As the 10th Apostle called out the name of the 7th Apostle while facing Rimer, another man rose from the center of the lobby. He was a man in his twenties with purple hair and narrow eyes, possessing delicate features.

Raon swallowed hard.

‘That’s….’

Despite appearing to be in his early twenties, a formidable aura transcending the wall emanated from him. A Master. True to his title as the 7th Apostle, this man had reached the Master realm.

“Elder brother. Do we really need him?”
“Coming here was originally your task.”
“Ah….”

The 7th Apostle smacked his lips. The immense power radiating from his serene expression and relaxed posture was incongruous.

“While I go kill that bastard, erase every trace of Zigheart in this place.”
“How tedious.”
“Seven. Hundred. Orders.”
“Ah, I suppose I have no choice.”

The 7th Apostle wrinkled his nose and stepped forward.

“Raon. I’m counting on you.”

Rimer smiled awkwardly before summoning a violent tempest. The emerald wind spiraled upward like a tornado, utterly demolishing the mansion. The two figures who had been standing in the center of the lobby vanished without a trace.

“Well, since it’s come to this, let’s finish it quickly.”
“Ah….”
“Ugh….”

The 7th Apostle held his hands together, a faint smile playing across his lips. Though he couldn’t match the 10th Apostle, his overwhelming presence that dominated space made the Gwangpung Unit members break into cold sweat.

“You face me.”

Raon blocked the 7th Apostle’s momentum and leveled the Soul Reaper Sword at him.

“Oh, impressive?”

The 7th Apostle chuckled and clapped his hands.

“But do you know? Everyone who’s ever pointed a blade at me has died.”
“What a coincidence. Everyone I’ve ever pointed a blade at has also died.”

Raon kept his sword raised, his smile cold and unwavering.

“Entertaining.”

The 7th Apostle spread both hands wide, his lips curling into a grin.

“Let’s see if your skills match that mouth of yours.”

With those words, the 7th Apostle vanished from his position. His speed was nearly impossible to track with the naked eye—the footwork of extreme velocity.

‘I cannot rely on sight alone.’

I opened Glacia’s senses. The 7th Apostle was approaching from the lower right. I stepped my right foot back and swung the Heavenly Sword.

Clang!

The aura of Ten Thousand Harmony Technique embedded in the Heavenly Sword blazed fiercely, deflecting the 7th Apostle’s grasping hand.

“Huh? You blocked it?”

The 7th Apostle’s narrow eyes narrowed, as if he hadn’t expected his attack to be stopped.

“Now it’s my turn?”

I stepped into the true angle and unleashed the Light Sword. A ferocious incantation manifested as a pristine white blade aimed at the 7th Apostle’s neck.

Whoosh!

The 7th Apostle pivoted at the ankle to deflect the Heavenly Sword, then created a hand seal and drew it down lightly. The speed and power were on a different dimension, but it was the Blood Water Technique that Celine had demonstrated.

‘The trajectory remains the same.’

Even with such tremendous power, the path was no different from Celine’s.

Zing!

I deflected the 7th Apostle’s Blood Water Technique by a hair’s breadth and thrust the Heavenly Sword toward his heart.

Clang!

The 7th Apostle showed no panic at the counterattack, stepping forward and deflecting the Heavenly Sword before it could gain full force.

“Hmm, you do have skills worth mentioning.”

The 7th Apostle spun and extended the Blood Water Technique again. The speed increased as if he were testing how I would respond. It was so fast the trajectory was invisible to the eye.

‘I’m glad I observed it.’

I exhaled sharply and activated the Ring of Fire. The resonating ring traced the trajectory of the Blood Water Technique that Celine had shown me. Following that flow, I struck the 7th Apostle’s hand seal with my sword.

“Hm?”

There was no need to buy time. I drew my blade toward the 7th Apostle’s neck as he winced from the sudden pain.

Clang!

The 7th Apostle didn’t rely on his severed right hand. Instead, he parried the Heavenly Sword with the techniques of his left hand and retreated backward.

“For you to read the trajectory so easily, it seems you were already aware of the Blood Water Technique.”

From just two clashes, he had discerned that Raon understood the Blood Water Technique.

“Well, if you’re attacking the White Blood Cult, you’d naturally know their martial arts.”

The 7th Apostle extended his hand into empty space. Strange light flickered like water droplets gathering, and a massive blade materialized in his grasp. It wasn’t an ordinary sword—it was a serrated saw blade.

“I appreciate that preparedness. I’ll draw a weapon too. And….”

He spun the saw blade like a toy, emanating an eerie killing intent.

“I’m tired of this now. Let’s finish it quickly.”

Before his voice even faded, his figure vanished once more.

‘This time, from the left.’

Focusing on Glacia’s perception, I could sense the 7th Apostle moving at terrifying speed. I thrust the Gwangwoo Blade toward the approaching figure.

Screeeech!

The saw blade and the Heavenly Sword collided, unleashing a tremendous shockwave. The mansion, already reduced to rubble, collapsed completely.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

Raon and the 7th Apostle stood at the center of the dust-filled mansion, pushing their blade and saw blade against each other.

“What are you? How did you block that?”
“Family secret.”
“So you’re from Zigheart, even at your age? I’ll need to get more serious too.”

The 7th Apostle’s narrow eyes flickered faintly. The trajectory of the saw blade shifted dramatically, unleashing dozens of sword auras in a torrent.

Boom!

Perhaps it was a difference in realm. Each individual sword strike carried overwhelming power. Even deflecting them with the Celestial Reaper Sword left my insides churning.

‘I can’t face him head-on like this.’

I resonated the Ring of Fire and swept through the sword technique the 7th Apostle was unfolding. A bizarre trajectory twisted like a tangled knot. One moment targeting the wrist, the next suddenly pivoting toward the neck; aiming for the ankle, then abruptly cleaving toward the heart—an erratic and unpredictable sword technique.

Perhaps because we shared the same origin. The flow of the sword technique itself resembled Blood Execution Art. If that were the case, defense became simple. I just needed to wedge my sword strikes into the gaps of that flow.

I analyzed the sword technique with the Ring of Fire, detected the gaps in its flow with Glacial, and blocked the 7th Apostle’s technique with the Celestial Reaper Sword infused with Ten Thousand Calamities Art.
When the three energies interlocked organically, I could effortlessly defend against the 7th Apostle’s sword technique despite his superior realm.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

With each collision between the Celestial Reaper Sword and the serrated blade, the 7th Apostle’s expression hardened. His thin lips trembled in disbelief.

“How do you know the Bloodline Sword Technique?”

That bizarre sword technique he’d just used seemed to be called the Bloodline Sword Technique.

“I told you. Family secrets.”

I dragged the Celestial Reaper Sword downward and swept it upward from the ground. A curved flame strike, like a fishing hook, tore through the Bloodline Sword Technique and engulfed the 7th Apostle.

Boom!

The 7th Apostle furrowed his brow and drew forth the White Soul Aura. A white current wrapped around his body, suppressing the flames.

“You’re quite capable for a young one. I admit my judgment was wrong this time. You deserve to see this.”

He chuckled and raised his serrated blade upward. Jagged sword energy twisted and coiled over the finely serrated blade, then erupted with magnificent light, releasing a perfectly materialized aura.

“Master’s Energy…”

I bit my lip. Master’s Energy—the symbol of a Master and proof of transcending the wall. The 7th Apostle had decided to fight using Master’s Energy.

“Since it’s tedious to hold back, don’t die from a single strike.”

The 7th Apostle smirked and stomped the ground. Rather than attacking from the left or right, he charged straight ahead, bringing down his saw-blade sword infused with overwhelming force.

‘Let’s see what you’ve got.’

Raon didn’t retreat. I drew upon my full power, summoning the Celestial Sword to meet his force-laden blade with an upward strike.

Kwaaaaaang!

Steel clashed against steel, and crimson sparks erupted into the void. The earth itself screamed and fractured beneath the impact.

“What?!”

The 7th Apostle’s eyes widened in disbelief, his half-opened gaze betraying unmistakable shock.

“You blocked my force with your sword technique? What have you done?”
“It just happened that way.”

Raon smiled faintly and steadied my breathing. Rimer had been right. Unlike when I was in the Lower Castle, my sword technique now possessed the strength to withstand force itself.

‘But…’

A sharp pain radiated from my core. Blocking a single strike had brought me to the brink of internal injury—the power of force infused with killing intent was truly on a different level.

“Troublesome, but entertaining nonetheless. Fine. Let’s see how far you can go.”

The 7th Apostle nodded and unleashed his energy in rapid succession. The trajectory of the Crimson Blood Sword became even more grotesque, and the power contained within it grew so fierce that it was difficult to dare clash against it. It was a force so potent that merely touching it would tear flesh and bone apart.

Whoooosh!

Every time the sword aura erupted with a thick killing intent, chills ran down my spine and my hair stood on end. It wasn’t from fear—it was an exhilaration beyond terror that stimulated my entire body.

I wanted to cut through that stubbornness and make the 7th Apostle kneel.

“You enjoy fighting? You’re not normal either. I didn’t know there was someone like you among my peers.”

Despite his words of praise, the 7th Apostle immediately swung his saw blade as if to cut through bone.

“Who said we’re the same age? You’re far older than that.”
“Right. So I need to kill you here and now. Make sure you never rise any higher.”
“How pathetic.”

I steadied my breathing as I heard the word “kill.” He was still viewing me as nothing more than an ordinary peak-level Expert based on what I’d shown him. I had to seize that opening and strike him down.

“Try blocking this.”

The 7th Apostle unleashed a sword strike far more ferocious than before, and I couldn’t withstand the force—I was sent flying backward along with the Heavenly Sword.

“Haah…”

The impact was considerable; crimson blood trickled from my lips. Clashing with a blade infused with killing intent was madness, after all. Yet madness was all I could afford right now.

“This is starting to get interesting.”

The 7th Apostle smiled with evident delight as he unfurled a wave of aura.

“I feel the same way.”

I stroked the Soul Reaper Sword, which hummed softly behind me, and smiled faintly.

‘Just wait a little longer.’

Soon I’ll let you drink this madman’s blood.

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On the wild hillside before the Porban Branch of the White Blood Cult, the ground trembled as if under magical bombardment, with endless booms and shockwaves reverberating through the air.

As terrifying clashes of sword and spear continued and the mountain began to crumble, Rimer and the 10th Apostle ascended the quaking hill.

“Unexpected.”

The 10th Apostle spoke first, tilting his head as his gaze fixed on Rimer’s eyes.

“Those youngsters appear to be your subordinates. Does their safety not concern you?”
“Concern? That’s something you should be worrying about.”
“What?”
“Aren’t you afraid that your youngest priest—the one you barely acquired—might die?”
“Young or not, becoming an Apostle means reaching the Master realm and earning the Cult Leader’s recognition. The one who blocked my blade is competent enough, but she cannot compare to the 7th Apostle.”

The 10th Apostle shook his head with an impassive gaze.

“If you turn back now, you might save at least one of them.”
“The moment I release you, not just the people here but all of Porban will be drowning in blood. What nonsense are you spouting!!”
“Better than before, at least. It seems you’re capable of thinking now.”
“I was always exceptional. And whose blood will stain the ground—well, we’ll see about that.”

Rimer shrugged his shoulders with ease.

“Fool.”
“We’ll see about that too.”
“An Expert can never defeat a Master. The moment the 7th Apostle unleashes Sword Force, your subordinates have no way to survive.”
“Well, normally that’s true.”

Rimer nodded slowly. He was right. Sword Qi and swordsmen cannot withstand Sword Force.

“But my disciple is no ordinary swordsman. He’s one who will tear apart your priest’s strong qi with his blade technique.”

He unleashed those words with absolute conviction, firing a blade of wind toward the 10th Apostle.

“So mind your own fight!”

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Crack!

Raon clenched his teeth tightly.

‘The nausea is growing worse.’

Facing a Master wielding aura was frustratingly difficult. Without my enhanced physique from increased stats and the Celestial Sword’s aura amplification, I would have collapsed long ago.

“Already taking a break?”

The 7th Apostle slashed horizontally with his saw-blade blazing with aura. The tremendous force tore the air into shreds.

Screeeech!

I wrapped the Myriad Flame Technique’s energy around the Celestial Sword and extended it according to the Radiant Blade’s incantation.

Boom!

A massive impact swept through my entire body. It was like someone was striking my organs with a hammer.

‘Not yet.’

I steadied my breathing. I had to wait until the 7th Apostle grew more excited and unleashed an even greater attack. That would be my only chance to win.

“This is getting annoying now.”

The 7th Apostle furrowed his brow and drove his saw-blade into the ground. The earth cracked open, leaving a grave-like pit.

“I’m getting bored. Just give up and leave.”

He opened his mouth in a yawn.

“I’m dying of sleepiness, so why won’t you just fall already! You’ve already taken enough internal damage!”
“It’s worth trying.”
“An Expert could never defeat a Master, even if they died and came back. Stop bothering me and die!”

He furrowed his brow and swung his saw-blade horizontally. I leaned my torso back, evading the aura spreading at a chilling speed. Golden strands of hair fluttered through the air.

Whoooosh!

The 7th Apostle withdrew his saw-blade and thrust it forward again. The sky and earth filled with white aura shimmering on the blade.

Blaze!

I operated the Myriad Flame Technique at its peak, blooming dozens of flowers across the blade’s edge. The wind-swept flame petals scattered and collided with the 7th Apostle’s aura.

Kuwaaaaang!

Aura and flames intertwined, unleashing a tremendous firestorm.

Raon pressed forward through the hellish landscape where everything around him melted beneath the fusion of aura and fire.

Thud!

Just as I was about to move to ambush the 7th Apostle, who was bringing down his saw blade, Martha beside me moved first.

—That reckless fool!

It was such an abrupt movement that even Wrath was taken aback.

“So there’s another lunatic here.”

The 7th Apostle scoffed and brought his saw blade down toward Martha.

“Damn it….”

My lips trembled. She was too far away. This wasn’t an attack I could block in my current state.

Yet Martha’s eyes were clearer than usual. She didn’t look like someone throwing her life away.

‘Then….’

I trusted the calm light in Martha’s gaze and changed direction, charging toward the 7th Apostle once more.

“Die.”
“I’m not going down that easy, you bastard!”

Just as the saw blade was about to slit Martha’s throat, she brought down the Cheongun Sword in a diagonal slash. The aura of a young Titan flowed smoothly across the blade like water through a mill wheel, twisting the direction of the saw blade in an instant.

Kwaaaang!

The moment the 7th Apostle’s saw blade struck the ground, Martha couldn’t withstand the impact and was sent flying, coughing blood. But in that brief instant, she had successfully drawn the 7th Apostle’s attention. That time was enough.

Thud!

Raon extended his left foot forward. Stepping on the Taehwa Guard that could reach anywhere, he unleashed the Manwhagong Nakil toward the 7th Apostle, whose balance had been slightly disrupted.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The sword aura blazing with flames spread like a kaleidoscope, sweeping across the 7th Apostle.

“Kugh!”

The 7th Apostle hastily released his aura, but the crimson blade carved deeply across his thigh and passed through.

Splurt!

Gray blood began spreading across his white pants.

“…A wound? From vermin like you?”

The smile vanished from the 7th Apostle’s face. He stared at the gray blood soaking his pants, his eyes narrowing. His black pupils twisted with fury.

“I’ll reduce you all to dust.”

He spoke in a quiet tone, yet unleashed immense rage. As if everything before had been mere play, the surroundings began transforming into powder from the mere manifestation of his aura.

A pressure so overwhelming that breathing became difficult. Death itself seemed to approach from behind. Yet crisis breeds opportunity. This was the pivotal moment between life and death.

“Come.”

I drew forth every remaining ounce of Manwhagong’s aura. I unleashed all my power without reservation, prepared to collapse once this battle ended.

Hwaaaaaaaa!

Flames more intense than ever before blazed atop the Heavenly Sword. It felt as though I had unfurled the sun itself.

“Futile.”

The 7th Apostle furrowed his brow and aimed his saw blade. A darker, more vicious aura surged above the jagged edge. A massive heat shimmer rose as if melting the very air.

“Now your pathetic flames cannot stop my blade!”

He approached with heavy steps, amplifying the aura on the saw blade even further. He aimed the saw blade, now massive as a club, and drew a murderous smile.

“I won’t let you die alone. Allow me to send you off together.”

The 7th Apostle seized control of space and advanced, bringing his saw-blade down in a devastating arc. It was a deceptively simple strike, yet the weight of his heavy sword pressed down upon everything in its path. As his savage aura descended, the very air twisted and fractured.

“Ah….”
“Ugh… is this the end….”

In the moment despair consumed everyone in this place, crimson lightning ignited within Raon’s eyes.

‘It’s the same.’

The 7th Apostle’s blade strike carried the exact same flow as all his previous swordplay. His aura was formidable, but because the pattern remained consistent, there existed an opening to break through.

Roooooar!

Raon extended his right arm forward from where it had been drawn back. The Heavenly Sword became engulfed in brilliant crimson flames, transforming into the shape of a dragon’s head with its maw wide open.

Ten Thousand Flame Art, Tenth Form.
Flame Dragon Severance.

The most devastating strike in the Ten Thousand Flame Art’s arsenal shot forth toward the opening the 7th Apostle had created.

“I expected as much.”

Just as the Flame Dragon Severance was deflecting the saw-blade’s aura and piercing toward the 7th Apostle’s heart, a voice so chillingly composed reached Raon’s ears.

“I knew you would seize the moment when I grew excited.”

With those words, the saw-blade twisted in an unbreakable direction, severing the flame dragon’s neck that the Heavenly Sword had conjured.

“You fought well, but this is where it ends.”

The moment the dragon’s head was torn away by the saw-blade’s edge, the 7th Apostle smiled coldly and thrust a hand strike forward with his left hand.

“Die.”

Despite the murderous intent concentrated in that palm strike, Raon’s eyes remained alight.

Because this was the true opportunity he’d been waiting for.

I thrust the Heavenly Sword forward while drawing the Soul Reaper Sword with my left hand, which had been pulled back.

Uuuuuung!

The Soul Reaper Sword burst forth with a brilliant resonance as if demanding why it had taken so long to be wielded, unleashing a terrifying aura of malevolence.

“Kgh!”

The 7th Apostle sensed the danger and erected a massive barrier of blood energy, but it was already too late.

The path the Soul Reaper Sword carved was the fastest sword trajectory I had created myself.

Raon Zigheart’s sword technique.
First Form: Frost Chain.

A magnificent torrent of light bloomed along the Soul Reaper Sword’s blade, mercilessly tearing through the 7th Apostle’s blood energy.

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