The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 755

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Chapter 755

“He’s already captured two Grand Masters?”

Martha’s brow furrowed as she glanced upward toward the Top Floor Observatory where Raon stood.

“That infuriating monster.”

Raon hadn’t wielded his sword once in the past two months, just like me, yet he seemed far stronger. It was absurd, and the envy burned hot across my forehead.
Even though it was absurd, I felt a surge of heat rise to my forehead out of envy.

“Raon Zigheart did what Raon Zigheart does.”

Burren snorted, saying he was always that kind of guy anyway.

“Yeah. Always looking sharp.”

Lunan Slion nodded as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Let’s just leave the Organization Master to do as he sees fit and deal with those guys first, shall we?”

Crain pointed at Togui’s subordinates rushing toward them, unfazed.

“Um, there’s one over there too.”

Dorian’s lips trembled as he watched the mages of the Black Tower drawing magic to their fingertips and the Baekgui Squad raising their swords against them.

“It’s fine.”
“It’s okay.”

Burren Zigheart drew his sword and stepped forward.

“I absolutely won’t lose.”

He stirred up a fierce wind, wrapped in audacity that transcended mere confidence.

“The Gwangpung Formation isn’t here today! Don’t rely on your comrades—believe in the time and sweat you’ve built up yourselves!”

Burren shouted for everyone to crush their enemies through individual strength, charging forward first.

Kuwaaaaang!

The wind coalescing at the tip of his blade took form, cleaving Togui’s subordinates in half.

“Mm.”

Lunan Slion nodded and drove Seolhwa into the ground, summoning silvery frost that seized the ankles of the demons and Sword Ghosts.

“That’s excellent!”

Martha advanced with a refreshing laugh. She stopped before the Arena administrator who had been directing Togui’s subordinates.

“You’re the strongest here, aren’t you? Beraun.”

Beraun, the Arena administrator and announcer, was a murderer who had slaughtered countless knights and earned the epithet “Slaughter Blade.”
He possessed the most formidable swordsmanship among the Holy Sword Association’s swordsmen and the Black Tower’s demons, and he yearned to cross blades with that malevolent spirit.

“Maran….”

Beraun’s brow furrowed as he regarded Martha.

“It’s Martha, not Maran.”

Martha revealed her true name, rotating her wrist that gripped the sword.

“So you’re the rakshasa woman of the Gwangpung Corps….”

Beraun’s eyes narrowed as if he recognized Martha.

“Don’t call me that.”

Martha exhaled sharply through her nose in displeasure.

“After all I did for you, repaying kindness with enmity—your manners are….”
“You did well by me?”

Martha lifted her chin and let out a scornful laugh.

“You fed him a poison that causes madness?”
“That, that is….”
“Ah, never mind.”

She brushed her hand dismissively.

“You’re a Master-rank swordsman, aren’t you?”

Martha licked her lips and pointed her blade at Beraun.

“Come at me. I’ll devour you and take your place.”
“The Zigheart whelps are all equally arrogant.”

Beraun gnashed his teeth and stamped the ground. His thick greatsword descended as if to crush Martha’s skull.

“It’s not because of Zigheart—I was always arrogant!”

Martha tilted her knees forward and thrust her blade upward to meet his.

CRASH!

The two blades collided in midair, tearing through space with a shockwave that split the very atmosphere.

CRACKLE!

Martha grimaced, struggling to withstand Beraun’s sword strike as he pressed forward with overwhelming weight.

‘He’s strong.’

In aura quantity, sword technique power, and accumulated experience—her opponent surpassed her in every way.
If she let her guard down even for a moment, she would be crushed like grass beneath a child’s foot.

“You’ll regret this. You are….”
“Regret? What nonsense.”

Martha curled her lips into a long smile.

“The fact that you’re strong is what makes this fight worthwhile.”

Raon had taught me that fighting against weaker opponents held no meaning. Only by risking my life against the strong could I climb higher and reach further.

Boom!

Martha stamped her foot firmly and poured more power into her sword strike. Even if her aura fell short, even if her experience was lacking, her will to win could not waver.

Clang!

Martha’s will became strength, and her blade pushed back Beraun’s sword, reclaiming its original position.

“What… what is this…?”

Beraun’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting Martha to hold her ground.

“Fine then. I’ll crush you to dust!”

His pride wounded, he unleashed a barrage of faster and more powerful strikes, overwhelming Martha’s entire body.

Boom!

Though Beraun’s slash grew fiercer, Martha did not retreat. She met his blade head-on.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

The difference in strength and aura forced Martha backward, stumbling, yet she refused to fall.

“Futile.”

Beraun twisted his lips as he watched Martha stand firm like a roly-poly toy.

“Eventually you’ll collapse and fall—huh?”

His sneer froze as his eyes widened.

Zzzt!

Martha’s blade, which had felt light as paper, suddenly became as heavy as stone.

Boom!

She no longer retreated, standing her ground and weathering his blade strikes.

“What is this…?”

Beraun exhaled sharply, witnessing Martha’s sword strikes grow heavier than before.

“Now I understand.”

Martha’s lips curled into a fierce grin as the trembling in her blade subsided.

“So that’s what he meant.”

During our sparring sessions, Raon had advised me to find the center of gravity suited to my own swordsmanship.
Even while fighting in the Arena, I never abandoned that focus on balance—and now, at last, that effort had crystallized into enlightenment.

“Die!”

Sensing Martha’s transformation, Beraun unleashed a devastating torrent of energy, determined to end the duel swiftly.

“You die first!”

But Martha had already crossed the threshold into enlightenment.

Boom!

She drove her feet into the ground, channeling the resulting weight through her thighs and waist, flowing it down her arms to her wrists, unleashing a violent wave across her blade.

Screeeech!

Martha’s blade, now infused with a momentary surge of power as she grasped the true essence of the heavy sword, mercilessly tore through Beraun’s sword strike.

“Ugh…!”

A deep gash tore across Beraun’s chest, and crimson blood sprayed forth.

“No, not yet! It’s not over yet!”

Despite the mortal wound, he clawed every remaining shred of aura from within himself to survive.

“No, it’s over.”

As Martha drew her blade down with serene eyes, Beraun’s sword shattered, and his throat split open.

“Ugh…”

Beraun stared into the void, unable to comprehend his own death, before his breath ceased entirely.

“Haah…”

Martha exhaled heavily, her body bent forward.

‘That was difficult.’

Though I had gained a small enlightenment, applying it properly in actual combat proved arduous. My body felt heavy as water-logged cotton from the intense concentration.

‘But I can’t just sit idle.’

Despite the exhaustion, the exhilaration of growing stronger made me want to continue fighting. Now I understood why Raon insisted on facing every Grand Master.
I think I understand why Raon is trying to take on all the Grand Masters by himself.

“Next is… huh?”

Martha opened her mouth in a round shape as she searched for her next partner to embody her enlightenment.

Whoooosh!

Burren overwhelmed and tore apart the Baekgui Squad’s chief examiner with his swordsmanship, while Lunan Slion froze an entire Master-class or higher mage’s body solid.

Such overwhelming might without even a sword formation. They were worthy of being called Togui.
Despite having no examination, his overwhelming power was such that it wouldn’t be strange to call him Togui.

“You bastards!”

Martha swallowed hard and charged toward the few remaining enemies.

“Leave some for me too!”

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“Hey.”

I beckoned with a finger toward the White Ghost Sword Master, who was peering down at the arena with furrowed brows.

“This isn’t the time to worry about your subordinates, is it?”
“You lack perspective.”

The White Ghost Sword Master bit his lip and raised his longsword.

“A fake swordsman who resorts to ambushes is not my opponent.”

He insulted me while displaying his confidence in his own power.

“Then show me.”

I held my divine sword high and my demonic sword low, tilting my chin forward.

Whoooosh!

As the White Ghost Sword Master clenched his teeth, an aura erupted from his entire body like a volcano exploding. His already long arms seemed to stretch even further.
His long arms seemed to stretch out even further.

“Alright. I’ll kill you!”

The moment the White Ghost Sword Master twisted his wrist, his blade was already at Raon’s throat. It contained the subtleties of the swift strike, the hidden strike, the righteous strike, and the severing strike.

“It’s so obvious… huh?”

When Raon tried to create a sword barrier in front of his neck with the Divine Sword, the White Ghost Sword Master’s sword path suddenly changed. His blade pierced downward, targeting not the neck, but the collarbone.

Wow!

Raon hastily raised the Demonic Sword and struggled to deflect the White Ghost Sword Master’s blade.

“As expected.”

Speed and precision weren’t what mattered.

‘True mastery lies in adaptation.’

Thanks to the White Ghost Sword Master’s grotesquely elongated arms and supple wrists, his swordsmanship flowed with the same fluid freedom as the Sword Ghost’s technique.
It was remarkable that he could achieve such transformations with a blade held directly in his hands.

‘Stay focused.’

I watched the White Ghost Sword Master move again, my lips curling with anticipation.

‘A new dish has arrived.’

Glen had advised me to find and learn from the techniques of my enemies as well.
Just as he said, this was an opportunity to witness a new world and grow.

Whoooooosh!

I resonated the ring of fire, absorbing every technique the White Ghost Sword Master unleashed into my eyes.

But his blade’s trajectory was both bizarre and swift—I couldn’t catch everything in a single glance, and inevitably, I took wounds.

“Excellent.”

Despite the wound where flesh had been torn away, I curled my lips upward with genuine delight.

“Bluffing won’t help you.”

The White Ghost Sword Master shook the blood from his blade and lifted his chin arrogantly.

“You cannot defeat me. That elf didn’t even see half of my true power.”

With many opponents still remaining, he couldn’t have fought Rimer at full strength.

But if he faced the strongest here—me—first, he could unleash his full power and crush me.

Shhiiiiing!

The White Ghost Sword Master pressed forward with his flexible body and elongated arms, unfolding a flowing swordstyle that contained extreme adaptability.

‘It’ll be over soon.’

I couldn’t discern the trajectory of the Cloud-Form Blade, and found myself being pushed back unilaterally as my forearms, thighs, and waist were slashed open.
If this relentless pressure continued, I would be torn to shreds like a rag doll.

‘If I capture Raon Zigheart….’

The White Ghost Sword Master watched my expression gradually harden, and licked his lips with satisfaction.

‘I can increase my influence within the Holy Sword Association.’

Currently, the Holy Sword Association was divided into two factions—those who followed the new Rion Lord Lectar and those who did not.
If he defeated me and slaughtered the entire Gwangpung Corps, he could diminish Lectar’s influence considerably.

‘I must finish this decisively, leaving no room for variables.’

Abandoning all hesitation, he unleashed the Cloud-Form Blade at full power and slashed toward my chest.
Or rather, he attempted to—but my blade suddenly erupted to meet his.

Clang!

I easily deflected the technique that had overwhelmed me moments before.

“Hmm?”

Thinking it mere chance, he aimed for my wrist, but this time too I defended without difficulty and unleashed a sharp counterattack.

Crash!

The White Ghost Sword Master was driven back five paces by my sudden counteroffensive.

‘What is this?’

The swordplay that had worked so easily before no longer landed. He couldn’t comprehend what had changed.

‘Could it be….’

The White Ghost Sword Master swallowed hard as he met my eyes, blazing like wildfire.

‘He adapted in such a short time?’

The Cloud-Form Cutting Sword was a technique of bewildering complexity, one I myself had yet to master completely.
It was unbelievable that he could grasp such an apex-level sword art from a single observation.

“No! That’s impossible!”

The White Ghost Sword Master charged at Raon, his pale face drained of color.
His blade traced kaleidoscopic transformations, targeting every vital point across Raon’s body.
It was an extreme technique combining the severing points of the Cloud-Form Cutting Sword.

Whoooosh!

Raon did not retreat; instead, he drove forward into the torrent of blade strikes, igniting fierce flames and frost.

Crash!

His sword, despite its simpler transformations, shattered every linked technique of the Cloud-Form Cutting Sword. It was as though leaves were being torn to shreds along the grain.

“How… how is this possible?”

The White Ghost Sword Master trembled, staring at Raon, who bore not a single wound.

“Well taught.”

Raon nodded calmly, his words carrying genuine sincerity.

‘I never knew such a method of transformation was possible.’

While I could not replicate the White Ghost Sword Master’s technique with my own body, I could capture its essence and application. As a result, I elevated my achievements in variable and illusory sword arts.

“You wretch!”

The White Ghost Sword Master cursed and stamped the ground. His blade flowed with elegant transformations, and countless strikes cascaded forth like sunlight reflected on the river transformed into steel—impossible to count.
He seemed to be unleashing his final technique with all his power.

“If I’ve learned something, I suppose I owe tuition.”

I crossed the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword diagonally, their blades meeting in an X.
Delicate cherry blossoms bloomed across the crimson blade, while seductive frost flowers erupted from the azure sword, unleashing a magnificent radiance.

Manhwagong Heavenly Flame.
Fire Spirit Pair.

Hundreds of petals caught in the Gwangpung Style’s winds scattered and conjured a tempest of flame and ice.

Whoooosh!

The petal storm underwent a bizarre yet magnificent transformation, piercing through the White Ghost Sword Master’s swordplay and ensnaring his entire body.

“Aaaaagh!”

The White Ghost Sword Master shrieked and unleashed a barrage of sword strikes, but the transformation wrought by the two Fire Spirits could not be undone.

Crash!

I released the full power of the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword toward the White Ghost Sword Master drowning in the tempest. Azure-Crimson Undefeated—the linked technique of Divine-Demonic Harmony—tore through the storm and unleashed an explosive sword trajectory.

Whoooosh!

As I brought the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword down, the flames and frost fading from their blades, the petal storm subsided, revealing the White Ghost Sword Master—his chest torn open, bearing both burn and frostbite wounds.
He remained motionless, his expression frozen in shock, his breath extinguished.

-Truly remarkable.

Wrath let out an incredulous laugh.

-You find weaknesses and openings better than anyone.

He shook his head, muttering that I possessed the cunning nature of a celestial being.

‘Don’t insult me.’

I pushed away the trembling Wrath and sheathed the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword.

“Phew.”

Rimer, who was lounging on a broken sofa, offered his applause.

“To claim the White Ghost Sword Master’s Transformation Blade—truly, you are my finest disciple.”

He laughed with genuine delight, more pleased by the secured fortune than by the victory itself.

“I was fortunate.”

I shook my head as I gazed upon the White Ghost Sword Master’s corpse.

“He revealed his swordsmanship entirely.”

Most swordmasters conceal their techniques for future encounters, yet the White Ghost Sword Master displayed everything—whether from overconfidence in his physical prowess or sheer arrogance. Because of this, I had discerned both his weaknesses and the subtleties of his blade.

“Still, only you could have accomplished such a feat.”

Rimer chuckled softly and tossed me a sword.

“That blade was also among the trade goods, I believe—the Changra Sword.”
“Yes, I am aware.”

I placed the Changra Sword, the Holy Martial Sword Scripture, and the pearl necklace upon the table.

“It appears these three items were meant to be exchanged. But this necklace…”

As I reached to examine the necklace’s pearls, a pitch-black visage—as though draped in a dark robe—rose from the corpse of Marang, whose breath had ceased long ago.

“What is that…?”

I widened my eyes as I beheld the undulating darkness.

‘But Marang was dead?’

I had confirmed his death with certainty, yet for him to resurrect now made no sense whatsoever.

—That is a different entity, Wrath interjected.

Wrath furrowed his brow, insisting it was an entirely separate being.

“Fall back!”

Rimer stepped in front of me, his lips bleeding as he gnawed them fiercely.

“It’s the Black Tower Master!”

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