The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 795

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Chapter 795

The moment I stepped out of the Alley where Lectar’s Mansion stood, I encountered a man walking toward me with a scarecrow-like gait.

‘What an unusual person.’

He was extraordinarily tall, his face completely obscured by long white hair.
The aura emanating from him wasn’t particularly strong, but it conveyed a sense of solidity.
Since I had resolved to challenge the first person I met to a duel, I immediately bowed my head.

“Are you a swordmaster? Would you accept my challenge?”
“….”

The white-haired man didn’t answer immediately, instead gazing intently at my face.

‘What is this? Has my identity been exposed?’
-You fool….

Just as I sensed something was amiss, Wrath tapped my head sharply.

-Did you recognize his skill and challenge him to a duel?
‘Skill?’

I lowered my brows and looked at the white-haired man again.

‘What skill could he possibly…wait.’

As I activated the Ring of Fire, I sensed a writhing aura within the white-haired man’s core.
A colossal presence that transcended this Alley and encompassed the entire Holy Sword Association lay dormant within that slender frame.

‘What is this….’

A realm I could not reach even at the pinnacle of Grand Master. The aura of a Transcendent.

‘A Transcendent from the start—should I call this fortune…?’

I had challenged him to a duel without much thought while bickering with Wrath about food, and it turned out he was a Transcendent. Even I found it absurd.

“An outsider, then.”

The white-haired man’s lips parted for the first time. His voice was dull and measured, the cadence of someone with an inherently unhurried temperament.

“I recently joined the Holy Sword Association.”
“How old are you?”
“Mid-twenties.”

The gleam in his eyes beneath the white hair seemed to have already completed its assessment of me.
Sensing that deception would be futile, I offered the truth about my age.

“…That still doesn’t add up.”

The white-haired man exhaled softly and shook his head.

“What brings you here?”
“To gain knowledge and understanding.”

I delivered my answer to his second question with genuine conviction.

“I see…”

The white-haired man nodded calmly, then raised his right hand.

“It’s about time I faced a challenge anyway. This should prove worthwhile.”

He beckoned with his fingers, inviting me to attack.

“You don’t have a sword…?”

Even for a transcendent, fighting without a blade seemed disrespectful, so I let a hint of irritation color my voice.

“This is sufficient.”

The white-haired man nodded matter-of-factly, as if his bare hands were all he needed.

“You’ll regret underestimating me.”
“I’m not underestimating you.”

He opened his fingers with a serene gaze.

“If you insist on saying that….”

I placed my hand on the blade of the Heavenly Sword.

‘I’ll end this in one decisive strike.’

Thinking of subduing him thoroughly while unarmed before engaging in a second round, I stepped forward with my left foot.

Boom!

I closed the distance with the white-haired man and drew the Heavenly Sword.
I was aiming for his chest with a lightning-fast draw, but a pale flash erupted before my eyes.

Whoosh!

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, my body was spinning upside down in mid-air.
The white-haired man had somehow closed in and seized me by the collar, lifting me effortlessly.

‘What the—!’

Even though my opponent wasn’t wielding a sword, he was a Transcendent, so I hadn’t let my guard down for a moment.
His movements were so fluid that it felt as though my collar had been in his grasp from the very beginning.

‘Damn it.’

I didn’t draw the Heavenly Sword. Instead, I extended both my left and right hands, gripping the white-haired man’s wrists.

Crack!

Channeling power through my core and abdominal muscles, I lifted his body in reverse.

“Hmm?”

The white-haired man narrowed his eyes, clearly not expecting his own body to be hoisted into the air.
Deeming the situation disadvantageous, he released his grip on my collar and stepped back.

“Hah….”

I descended to the ground and exhaled a turbid breath.

“What did you just….”
“You’re no mere genius.”

The white-haired man bent his fingers while keeping his waist slightly lowered.

“What do you mean by that?”
“Those who rely solely on talent would have tried to draw their blade even when lifted like that just now. That’s when I’d snap their wrist and end it cleanly.”

He clicked his tongue, as if disappointed the match hadn’t ended sooner.

“My wrist….”

I narrowed my eyes as I straightened my front collar, which had been crumpled like tissue paper.

‘His movements were strange.’

His posture and movements flowed like water, incongruous with his tall frame. This man was no ordinary swordsman.

‘I need to be careful of his footwork….’

The moment I decided to watch his stepping technique, the white-haired man vanished.
When his presence reappeared, it wasn’t to my left, right, or behind—but directly in front.

Whoosh!

The white-haired man’s broom-like hand surged toward my neck once more.

‘He’ll cut me.’

I stepped back to the left rear and tried to draw the Heavenly Sword, but the white-haired man, as if anticipating my movement, extended his hand faster and with greater force.

‘The same situation again!’

Facing the danger of being grabbed by the collar once more, I lifted my left hand, which held the scabbard, upward.

Clang!

The white-haired man moved as though he’d anticipated my strike, reaching up from below to seize my left wrist.

Whoosh!

I channeled my aura to resist being lifted, but suddenly my legs went limp and my body soared into the air.

‘What now!’

There was no time to be surprised. The white-haired man’s fist was driving toward my chest like a dagger.

‘Defense? No—clash head-on!’

My instincts honed through countless battles screamed not to defend, but to attack. I thrust my fist forward, infused with Glacial’s frigid essence, toward the incoming blow.

“What a beastly instinct you possess.”

The white-haired man spoke with admiration as our fists collided.

Boom!

Aura-clad fists met in a violent clash, and a tremendous shockwave erupted outward.

Screech!

But the white-haired man’s assault was far from over. He extended his long arm and seized my front collar once more.

Whoosh!

Before I could react, my head was being slammed toward the ground.

I tried to channel my aura to protect my neck and the back of my head, but my body went limp again.
It felt as though I were sinking into deep water from which I could not resist.

Crash!

Unable to resist, I was driven headfirst into the ground.
Only by desperately bracing with my shoulders at the last moment could I keep my neck from snapping and avoid losing consciousness.

“That’s the end of it….”
“Who said it’s over!”

The white-haired man had released his grip, thinking I’d lost consciousness, but I rose up and threw a punch at him.

Boom!

Despite his shock, the white-haired man raised his palm to block my fist, but he couldn’t escape the fierce wind that followed—his hair was swept back, revealing his face.
A nose sharp as a blade and brilliant golden eyes that gleamed with radiance.
Despite his bizarre behavior, his appearance was striking enough to be called peerless.

“You endured that?”

The white-haired man stared with wide eyes, seemingly unaware that his face had been exposed.

“It hurts, but not enough to knock me down.”

I pushed the white-haired man back with my fist, my brow furrowing.

“Your durability is truly bestial.”

The white-haired man shook his head in disbelief.

“I’ve suddenly grown tired. Shall we call it a day?”

He glanced up at the sky and clicked his tongue briefly.

“I haven’t even drawn my sword yet.”

I tapped the Heavenly Sword, which remained sheathed at my side.

“Then let’s do this instead.”

The white-haired man straightened his upper body and raised his right hand.

“Whatever swordsmanship you use, I’ll block it with one hand from here, and that’s the end. How about it?”

He wiggled his fingers, indicating that if he retreated or used both hands, he would fight me to the bitter end.

“Very well.”

I nodded. Since I had no intention of finishing this man off anyway, it seemed best to be satisfied with merely exchanging techniques today.

*Shing.*

I drew the Heavenly Sword and lowered my stance. The white-haired man stood motionless in his initial position, as if inviting me to try anything I wished.
Yet his golden eyes gleamed with an even more intense light than before.

‘Whatever happens, I need to clash with him.’

Stepping forward with my right foot, I lifted the Heavenly Sword that had been angled toward the Battlefield. Flames erupted along the blade’s edge, flowing like a mighty river and forming a colossal wave. It was Inferno Tide Perfection, the supreme technique of Manhwagong.
Flames soaring over the sword dance connected like river water, forming a massive wave. It was the seasonal technique of Manhwagong, the Flawless Salt Sea Dance.

Ahhhhhhh!

When the serpent’s tongue-like crimson flames surged up like a storm, the white-haired man’s right hand stretched out long.

Ding!

As if he had become the conductor of an orchestra, the red waves subside and the thick flames are extinguished, following the sweep of his outstretched hand.
‘What in the world…’

My eyes widened in disbelief, yet the white-haired man’s hand edge had already drawn close to my throat.

“Is that enough?”

The white-haired man gave a light nod and brushed off his hands casually.

“Then.”

Without hesitation, he left me behind and entered the City.

‘Just now…’

I recalled the moments that had just transpired.

Raon recalled the memory from a moment ago.

‘Did he erase Flame Sea Perfection itself?’

The white-haired man had just killed the trajectory of my aura and sword in Flame Sea Perfection.
It was impossible without understanding my swordsmanship, so I couldn’t comprehend this situation at all.

-You saw correctly.

Wrath turned around and chuckled.

-That bamboo-like bastard just suppressed the entire flow of your swordsmanship from a moment ago. He’s an interesting one.

He laughed gleefully as if he enjoyed what had happened to him.

‘Is it possible to counter swordsmanship after seeing it just once?’
-Don’t you have a conscience? Isn’t that exactly what you do every time!

Wrath waved his hand up and down, telling me to think from the enemy’s perspective.

‘Now that I think about it, that’s true. Wait, if that’s the case…’

Can that white-haired man see other people’s swordsmanship the way I operate the Ring of Fire?

I turned around and licked my lips.

-That would be it. For a swordsman, the worst possible opponent…
‘That sounds fun.’

As conviction struck me that I could erase my own flaws and grow stronger through continued sparring with this man, a natural smile spread across my face.

-From the True Demon King’s perspective…

Wrath shook his head vigorously.

-You’re a pervert worse than that Mad Woman!

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Boom!

The door to the Sword Sect Leader’s Residence swung open, and a white-haired man strode inside without hesitation.

“Rion Lord….”

The white-haired man entered the office where Lectar sat and settled onto the sofa.

“What exactly did you bring here?”

His eyes narrowed in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

Lectar set down his documents and tilted his chin slightly.

“You felt it yourself.”

The white-haired man exhaled a long breath and gazed into Lectar’s calm eyes.

“Who exactly was that Monster I fought?”
“How was the boy?”
“A boy? I’m not sure you can call a being advancing toward completion a boy….”

He shook his head, saying it was beyond his comprehension.

“He still has far to go before completion.”

Lectar waved his hand dismissively.

“I’ve never seen you like this before, Rion Lord. Are you thinking of taking him as a disciple?”
“One disciple is enough for me—Mustan. The boy you call a beast is….”

He smiled deeply and nodded.

“My grandson.”

Contrary to what one might expect about concealing his identity, Lectar immediately revealed who Raon was. He seemed to trust the white-haired man.

“What…?”

The white-haired man’s lips trembled.

“Then surely you don’t mean Edgar’s…?”
“That’s right. He’s that man’s son.”
“No, what is this all of a sudden…?”

He grasped his forehead as if unable to process the situation.

“I’ll explain everything in due time.”

Lectar lowered his hand, asking him to wait a moment.

“The grandson of the Rion Lord and Edgar’s son. Now I understand where that talent comes from.”

The white-haired man nodded heavily, as if beginning to comprehend.

“My grandson is certainly special.”

Lectar’s lips curled upward, pleased by the praise of Raon.

“Still, I never expected you to draw the Reverse Blade so readily.”
“That was just out of annoyance… Wait? You were pretending not to know, but you knew all along!”

The white-haired man furrowed his brow, looking at Lectar.

“Ahem! So, what are your impressions after crossing blades with my grandson?”

Lectar shifted the conversation, asking about the sparring match.

“He displayed highly refined swordsmanship. The only thing that astounded me was how he attempted to create new variations within the Reverse Blade itself.”

He bit his lip, noting that this aspect had surprised him most.

“In any case, he’s a beast of a man.”

He shook his head, saying he had no interest in dealing with that type.

“Besides, there’s no reason we’d meet again in the future.”

The white-haired man waved his hand dismissively and entered the Mansion’s Kitchen.
He returned to the living room with a cloth bundle filled with ingredients.

“Since I played with the Rion Lord’s grandson, I suppose I can take this much.”

The white-haired man waved his hand in a casual farewell and turned to leave.

“Lawrence.”

At the mention of the name Lectar, the white-haired man stopped abruptly.

“My grandson’s true talent lies not in martial arts or swordsmanship.”

He smiled gently and shook his head.

“You should be prepared.”

Lectar turned his gaze back to the documents, as if he had said all he needed to say.

“Hmph….”

Lawrence stared at Lectar for a moment, then snorted and walked out.

“I didn’t expect to meet so soon, but it seems….”

The moment the Mansion’s door closed, Lectar curled his lips into a smile.

“This is going to be interesting.”

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“Wow, you fight well! I’ve never seen anyone hold their own against Lawrence like that on a first meeting!”

The black-haired elder clapped in appreciation, clearly impressed by the unexpected performance.

“And to avoid falling for that sinister bastard’s schemes—your combat instincts are remarkable.”

The red-haired elder chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“You two are….”

I blinked as I regarded the two elders blocking my path.
I had been reviewing my duel with the white-haired man when these two suddenly appeared before me.

“Ah, I’m a Swordmaster. The Majang Swordmaster. And this one here….”
“I’ll introduce myself. I’m the Hyunak Swordmaster.”

The black-haired elder and the red-haired elder identified themselves as the Majang Swordmaster and the Hyunak Swordmaster respectively.

‘Weren’t they part of the Elder Council?’

Based on their intense aura and age, I had assumed they belonged to the Elder Council, but these two were active Swordmasters.
However, I had never heard of either of their names before.

“You came with the Rion Lord, right?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”

I nodded while sheathing the Heavenly Sword.

“Did you pledge yourself to the Holy Sword Association? Who are the other young ones with you? How far have you developed your sword techniques?”

The red-haired elder fired off questions relentlessly without waiting for answers.

“Why are you hiding your face and hair color? Are you famous? Can’t you tell me your name?”

The black-haired elder, unwilling to be outdone, unleashed his own barrage of questions.

“Ah, I haven’t pledged myself….”

I was about to answer Raon’s first question when I heard small footsteps from behind.
It was the white-haired man from the sparring match earlier. He approached with his face hidden by his hair, carrying a backpack on his shoulders.

“Hmm….”
“Ahem….”

The Majang Swordmaster and Hyunak Swordmaster closed their chattering mouths, looked away, and whistled while clearing their throats awkwardly.

“…Stop with the unnecessary noise.”

The white-haired man furrowed his brow in warning at the two elders, glanced at Raon, and headed up the mountain.

Looking at him again, a competitive spirit welled up inside me—I wanted to fight him once more.

“Who is that person?”
“That guy? He’s a real bastard!”

The Red-haired Elder furrowed his brow watching the white-haired man’s back.

“That ungrateful Lawrence! We raised him openly, and now that he’s gotten a bit stronger, he’s become a tyrant causing nothing but trouble!”

The Black-haired Elder nodded in agreement and gnashed his teeth.

“So his name is Lawrence.”

I chuckled. The name didn’t match his appearance, yet somehow it did.

“Unlike his name, he’s a wicked bastard!”
“Right. When we’re relaxing, he goes berserk saying it’s too loud and throws things at us! Even if we’re just having a verbal disagreement instead of sparring, he loses his mind!”

The Red-haired Elder shook his head, calling him a madman.

-Even the Demon Lords don’t touch him when he’s eating! Isn’t he just trash!
‘Well, you’d die if you touched the Demon Lords….’

I shook my head before coming to an abrupt stop.

‘So he throws things if you make noise….’

A good idea came to mind, and I lifted my head.

“Where do you two conduct your sparring matches?”
“The Back Mountain Slope. It’s close to that damned cave, but there’s no better place for it.”

The Black-haired Elder smacked his lips, saying it was the perfect spot for a match.

“Enough about that bastard. Don’t you want to spar with me?”

The Red-haired Elder rubbed his hands together eagerly, ready for a bout.

“No! I’m first!”

The Black-haired Elder gnashed his teeth, accusing him of cutting in line.

“….”

I watched the two growling elders and raised my hand.

“I’ll spar with both of you. However….”

I glanced toward the Back Mountain and curled my lips.

“Would you listen to a request of mine?”

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Thud.

Lawrence set down the bundle containing provisions inside his cave dwelling and straightened his back.

‘Edgar’s son, is he….’

He narrowed his eyes, observing the grip of the hand that had clashed with Raon’s blade moments before.

‘It’s certainly different.’

In that brief moment, he had attempted to defy his own reverse harmony—an ability that transcended even the realm of talent.

‘But martial arts isn’t his real talent?’

Lectar had said his grandson’s true talent wasn’t martial arts. I suddenly found myself curious about what it could be.

‘No, that’s not it.’

It has nothing to do with me.

Since I remained stationary in this place, whatever talent that boy possessed was entirely irrelevant to me.

Having moved my body for the first time in ages, I lay down on the bed made of branches to get some rest.
Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, the ground trembled violently and waves of aura began exploding from all directions.

“Ugh….”

Lawrence rose with a furrowed brow.

“These old fools. I told them not to fight here….”

Perhaps their ears had dulled with age—no matter how many times I told them, they refused to listen.
Irritated, I rushed out of the cave, only to find a third person had joined the two elders.

“What are you doing here….”

Lectar’s grandson—the one who had surprised me—was clashing swords with the Hyunak Swordmaster.

“What a coincidence.”

Lectar’s grandson smiled and nodded.

“Would you care to exchange a few more moves while we’re at it?”

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