The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 797

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Chapter 797

I caught sight of Lawrence’s contorted face and curled my lips into a slight smile.

‘He’s absolutely furious.’

Well, it would have been even louder otherwise.

Even someone at Master rank could block sound with aura or suppress noise with energy control, let alone Lawrence.

But no matter how much one blocked sound, the vibrations themselves couldn’t be stopped.
I had anticipated Lawrence would inevitably be thrown back, since I’d created vibrations through the air by clashing the Majang Swordmaster’s blade with my swift sword.

“Both before and now—how on earth did this happen!”

Lawrence clenched his jaw and glared at me.

“I struck hard enough that you should need recovery time, so why!”
“My body is just a bit more resilient than most.”

I thumped my chest with my fist and grinned.

‘Though it certainly hurt.’

Just moments ago, Lawrence had struck my solar plexus with the clear intention of knocking me unconscious.

It was a blow powerful enough to fell even a Grand Master, but with my physical capabilities rivaling those of a Transcendent and Seolhwa’s demonic armor dampening the impact, I managed to endure without losing consciousness.

-This bastard isn’t just a leech—he’s an iron leech, I tell you.

Wrath shook his head in disbelief.

-Disgustingly tough, and he won’t even come loose! He’ll suck blood until he’s dried up, he will!

He gnashed his teeth, lamenting that the bastard should never have been caught.

“A, a bit sturdy?”
“If it were us, we would’ve gone all the way to the brink of death….”

The Hyunak Swordmaster and Majang Swordmaster let out exasperated sighs, shaking their heads in disbelief.

“Do you have no conscience whatsoever!”

Lawrence approached Raon, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Using a sparring match as an excuse to harm others! I can’t even live in peace because of the noise!”

He cried out, pleading for me to leave.

“Mm, you’re right about that.”

Raon acknowledged my own fault and nodded calmly.

“I should apologize then.”
“I don’t need your apology! Disappear from my sight!”

Lawrence gestured for me to leave, telling me to go down the Mountain.

“Still, I should apologize.”
“Not neces—”
“No, not to you, Lawrence. To those friends over there.”

Raon pointed not at Lawrence, but at the Zelkova Tree beside the Cave he had emerged from.
A family of squirrels was peeking their heads out from their hole.

In truth, I had aimed the vibrations at the interior of the Cave from the start, so the squirrels hadn’t felt much impact.
The reason they had emerged from their hole now was likely due to Lawrence’s shouting, not the vibrations.

“You’re the masters of this Mountain, aren’t you? I’m sorry. But it’ll be over soon, so please bear with me a little longer.”

Raon bowed deeply with both hands clasped together toward the squirrels.

Whoosh whoosh.

The moment the squirrels made eye contact with me, they scurried back into the hole in the Tree.

—Ah, how deviously cunning you are….

Wrath’s thick jaw trembled with indignation.

—The True Demon King has lived through countless ages, but I’ve never seen such a madman greet a squirrel just to mock others!

He exhaled sharply, muttering that I was truly the most unhinged lunatic across all dimensions.

“Grrrrgh….”

Lawrence too seemed to have lost all reason, drool trickling from his lips. Even a Transcendent’s mental fortitude appeared unable to withstand this.

“Hah!”
“Ah, no. This is a bit….”

The Majang Swordmaster and Hyunak Swordmaster, who had been delighted by my performance, blinked in bewilderment.

“Fine! I’ll face you right now, just as you wish!”

Lawrence ground his teeth and advanced toward me.

“But this time, you will never rise again!”

A deeper golden radiance blazed in his eyes, burning with fury.

“Ignoring the order of things—you truly don’t understand propriety, do you?”

I bowed my head and asked the Majang Swordmaster to yield his turn to me.

“Order? Propriety? Those words from your mouth?”

Lawrence let out an exasperated cry.

“Words alone won’t work against me. Now I see whose blood runs through your veins!”

The moment his tongue clicked, he vanished before my eyes—a phantom-like movement technique that erased all presence itself.

‘I can’t rely on my eyes. My senses won’t work either.’

Lawrence’s footwork created illusions in my eyes and senses. What I needed to find was the emotion burning within him—his anger.

‘Not the left… behind me!’

I refused to be toyed with by Lawrence’s presence felt from the left side, instead turning my back toward the aura where anger flickered.

Whoooosh!

The moment I turned my head, I saw Lawrence extending his hand, stretched long like a tree branch.

Shing!

As if I’d been waiting for this, I bent my knees and thrust the Heavenly Sword forward from where I held it before my chest.

Manhwagong Heavenly Flame.
Thirty-Six Directional Piercing.

I poured the exquisite mystery of extreme speed into this supreme swordsmanship that pierced thirty-six directions with a single blade. Unlike before, I unleashed my full power from the start. Thirty-six crimson rays of light shot toward every vital point on Lawrence’s body.
Unlike before, a sword strike with full power from the start. Thirty-six crimson light arrows shot toward Lawrence’s vital points all over his body.

“Hmph!”

Lawrence realized his surprise attack had been blocked and erected a hand blade with his extended right hand.
As the golden light that had flickered in his eyes burst forth from his hand blade, the thirty-six sword strikes advancing in straight lines dimmed like dying embers.

‘Even increasing speed and infusing wind won’t work? Then…’

Raon ignited the flames of Hoeocheon over the Heavenly Sword whose flow was coming to a halt, and drew the Soul Reaper Sword with his left hand.

Whoooosh!

While the hellfire of Hoechen blocked Lawrence’s capital, the Soul Reaper Sword raised the extreme castle of Manhwagong above it.
A fire dragon soared above the sword’s edge, exhaling the breath of magnificent flames. It was the Flame Dragon Technique, second to none in destructive power.

Kaaaaaaaaa!

A tremendous inferno stretched forth as if to burn the entire Mountain, yet Lawrence’s hand blade stood like an absolute wall, completely erasing the Flame Dragon Technique’s flames.
What remained afterward was only small embers settling to the ground.

‘That’s….’

I bit my lip as I watched the flames disappear.

‘It’s not mere martial technique.’

Even as I wielded the ring of fire, I couldn’t sense the ability to replicate it immediately. That destructive technique seemed to be both a martial art and a phenomenon unto itself.

‘I want to see more….’

Just as I was about to raise the Heavenly Sword, which I’d angled downward to continue the fight, Lawrence moved.

Whoooosh!

Lawrence approached from the left, his footwork even faster and more enigmatic than before.

‘No space to extend my blade.’

My reaction came too late—there was no opening to thrust the Heavenly Sword.
Instead, I brought the Soul Reaper Sword down in a heavy strike, imbuing it with frost energy.

Crash!

Lawrence, having resolved to fight with his full power, brushed away the frost effortlessly and placed his hand against his own chest.

“This time, it will truly hurt.”

With those final words, a violent explosion of force erupted from his chest.

Boom!

I was sent flying like a ball kicked by a boot, slamming into the Battlefield.
The impact was so severe that the surrounding earth was gouged deeply.

“Hah….”

Lawrence furrowed his brow, staring at his trembling hand.

‘He’s grown again in that brief moment.’

Most swordsmen fear their techniques shattering so easily.
Even at the Holy Sword Association, no one had ever challenged me to a duel.

But that young brat seemed to enjoy his swordsmanship breaking apart, colliding with full force every single time.
He appeared to lack the pride or fear that a swordsman should possess. He was a monster—both physically and mentally.

“Isn’t, isn’t this going too far!”

The Majang Swordmaster furrowed his brow as he looked at Lawrence.

“He’s still just a boy!”

The Hyunak Swordmaster also bit his lip, saying it was severe.

“You can see for yourself. He’s a stubborn one, so this much is necessary to keep him down.”

Lawrence exhaled a short sigh and dusted off his hands. Since he was Lectar’s grandson, I had used my full strength without crossing the line into death. There was no way he could rise this time.

“If you get up this time, I’ll acknowledge it. But….”
“Really?”

Raon’s eyes snapped open as if teasing me.

“Kiiiiaaagh!”
“Hueeegh!”

The Majang Swordmaster and Hyunak Swordmaster, who had been worried about Raon, stumbled backward in shock.
Their reactions were truly amusing. Now I understood why Merlin always burst out in animal forms.

“You, how did you….”

Lawrence trembled, his golden eyes quivering as if confronted with the incomprehensible.

“This time it hurts a bit. No, quite a lot actually.”

Raon rubbed his left chest and smacked his lips.

“But it’s not unbearable, so….”
“Guaaaaaaagh!”

Lawrence tore at his hair and let out a scream of frustration.

“What are you, a zombie?! I struck your heart directly with aura, so why won’t you pass out?!”
“There’s scar tissue where I’ve been hit before.”

I smiled faintly and slowly pushed myself up. The impact had been severe this time, so I couldn’t move immediately.

“Why do you keep tormenting me like this?! Why?!”

Lawrence raised both hands as if pleading for mercy.

“I’m not tormenting you. I’m just suggesting we spar. It’s just playing.”

I shook my head calmly.

“I don’t want to play! Just leave me alone!”
-Not a zombie, but a leech, he says. It won’t let go once it bites.

Wrath shook his head, saying it was all over the moment it latched on.

“Since you acknowledged me, let’s do it this way.”

I raised my index finger toward Lawrence.

“What, what are you saying?”
“Spar with me once a day without fail.”

After clashing with Lawrence three times, I understood that his sword-breaking technique possessed a special power I couldn’t break immediately.
Since continued clashes would be meaningless, it seemed best to cultivate my swordsmanship through sparring and then challenge him once daily.

“Once, once a day?”
“Yes. Once a day.”

I nodded, saying that would suffice.

“Ugh…”

Lawrence bit his lip, seeming troubled.

“I, I have a routine. Those who know me understand, but when that routine breaks, it becomes an incredibly difficult time….”
“If you’d prefer, I can keep going as I am. Since my stamina is excellent, I can fight day and night without rest. How many people would I need to call?”
“Ah, fine! I understand!”

He ultimately yielded to me, nodding his head in defeat.

“Contract confirmed, then.”

I laughed and pressed my handprint into the empty air.

-That’s a contract? Isn’t that coercion?
‘I obtained the answer through non-violence, so it’s a contract. Besides, I was right.’
-No matter how I look at it, that old geezer is dying….

Wrath clicked his tongue in exasperation.

“…Now go down.”

Lawrence waved his hand weakly, his shoulders slumped as if all his strength had drained away. In that moment, his face seemed to have aged ten years.

“Of course. Ah!”

I nodded, then opened my mouth again.

“Since our sparring match just now was after we made our contract, I’ll come find you again tonight.”

I grinned wickedly as I said it.

“No, that… ugh!”

Lawrence’s jaw trembled as anger surged again, but he lost his words and lowered his head.

“Then.”

I bowed respectfully to Lawrence and descended the Mountain with light steps.

“Oh….”
“Ohhh!”

The Majang Swordmaster and Hyunak Swordmaster let out exclamations of admiration as if beholding a noble, then followed in Raon’s wake.

“Ugh….”

Lawrence trembled as he watched Raon’s retreating back, his hands quivering.

‘Is this right? Is this truly the best choice? Was there no other way?’

But no matter how hard he racked his brain, no answer came. He should have fled the moment he encountered that monster in the Village.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

Lawrence screamed with such anguish that the Mountain itself seemed to be swept away, regretting his decision to accept that first duel.

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“Hgh….”

Martha bit her lip as she regarded the middle-aged swordswoman standing opposite her.

‘She’s strong. Disciplined strength, too.’

This swordswoman possessed not merely technical prowess, but pride in the swordcraft she had honed. She was a true swordmaster, one who had forged her convictions.

‘This is exhilarating.’

Among external swordmasters, the strong were plentiful, but those who carried conviction in their art were rare.
Now I understood why this place was called the Holy Sword Association.

“Since we’re both exhausted, why don’t we end this now?”

The middle-aged woman nodded as if telling him to come at her with all his might.

“I like your personality too.”

Martha laughed brightly and raised her sword.

Clang!

The two swordmasters locked eyes before simultaneously pushing off the ground.

A deep, resonant hum filled the air.

Martha unleashed a devastating strike, weaving the winds of the Gwangpung Style into her Titan Aura. Her blade sang with such force that it seemed to tear through the very fabric of space itself.

“Strength is admirable. But….”

The middle-aged woman extended her sword without losing the smile at the corners of her mouth.
A subtle yet profound light emanated from her blade—straight, precise, elegant. It was a strike born of singular, unwavering intent, and it met Martha’s sword head-on.

A thunderous crash erupted.

To any observer, Martha’s strike carried the greater force.
Yet when the dust settled, it was the middle-aged swordswoman who remained standing.

“Ugh….”

Martha sank to her knees, biting her lip.

“Merely enduring a wind that is only strong is not so difficult.”

The middle-aged woman chuckled softly.

“Evading lightning that strikes with perfect precision—that is far more challenging.”

She lowered her sword and extended her hand to the fallen Martha.

“What did you say your name was?”

Martha grasped the woman’s hand and rose to her feet, nodding slightly.

“Jeira.”

The middle-aged woman revealed her name with a faint smile.

“Just wait. I’ll snap you like a twig in no time.”

Martha’s words were menacing, yet her smile was bright and refreshing.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Jeira waved lightly and departed.

“You alright?”

Burren Zigheart, who had finished his own match and been watching, approached from the side.

“Rakshasa woman. Does it hurt…?”

Lunan Slion nodded with a worried gaze.

“Don’t call me that!”
“No.”
“Ugh!”

Martha struck Lunan Slion’s head, and he retreated with a sliding footwork technique.

“Looks like you’re fine, judging by your condition.”

Burren Zigheart chuckled softly as he observed Martha.

“My body’s fine, at least.”

Martha lowered her head and gritted her teeth.

‘I could have won…’

Jeira was stronger than her, but not by a vast margin.
What decided the outcome in the end was concentration and the magnitude of conviction built up until now.

‘I should have believed in myself until the very end. In the end, it’s just a lack of power.’
“Your concentration wavered at the end.”

As Martha was reflecting on herself, a familiar voice came from beside her.

“Huh?”

I turned my head to find Raon approaching, his face caked with dust as if it were makeup. Blood stained the area around his mouth and chin.

“What happened to you? What on earth occurred?”

Martha’s jaw trembled as she turned to face Raon.

“Something entertaining happened.”

Raon laughed with delight, his ruined face beaming.

“You look like you took quite the beating. Are you sure it was entertaining?”

Burren Zigheart furrowed his brow as he examined Raon’s clothing.

“He bathed in dust….”

Lunan Slion tilted his head in confusion as well.

“How did you two fare?”

Raon waved his hand dismissively and gestured toward Burren Zigheart and Lunan Slion.

“I barely won. The matchup favored me.”

Burren Zigheart exhaled a sigh of relief, saying he had managed to secure victory.

“I lost….”

Lunan Slion bowed his head heavily.

“Your opponent was a Master-rank elite. Since it was a close match, you performed admirably.”

Burren Zigheart nodded approvingly, acknowledging that Lunan Slion’s battle had been quite impressive.

“I saw it. You got beaten like a dog.”

Martha narrowed her brow, signaling that she would ask no further questions.

“What about Dorian?”
“I don’t know.”
“It looked like he was dragged away somewhere….”

Martha and Burren shook their heads slowly.

“You need not worry about Dorian.”

Mustan approached and bowed respectfully.

“Before the match could even begin, Jalec saw him drop his sword and decided he needed to cultivate his character first, so he took him with him.”

He assured us that Jalec was an elder of the Holy Sword Association and a trusted confidant of Lectar, so there was no need to worry.

“Then we can trust him.”

Whether or not I knew Jalec as an elder of the Holy Sword Association, his status as Lectar’s trusted aide was more than enough reason to have faith in him.

‘Still, I should check on him later.’

I gathered my thoughts and turned my gaze back to Burren, Martha, and Lunan.

“It would be good to continue thinking about losing here.”
“Losing! I absolutely hate that!”

Martha shook her head rapidly.

“Do you have a reason?”
“The swordsmen of the Holy Sword Association embed their convictions into their swordsmanship. Rather than thinking about winning, you should approach each match with the mindset of learning their spirit—that’s how you’ll reach greater heights.”

I shared the realization I had come to understand, my eyes growing solemn.

“I myself am prepared to lose a thousand times in this place.”

As I spoke, I gazed up at the Mountain where Lawrence stood.

‘No—even if I lose more than that, I must overcome it.’

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After finishing my sparring matches with the Majang Swordmaster and the Hyunak Swordmaster, I returned to Lectar’s Residence.

Lectar had completed his duties and personally prepared dinner for everyone.
He too was a swordsman of the Holy Sword Association who handled his own affairs.

“Where is Dorian?”
“Jalec took him with him. He said he would stay there for a while.”

Mustan bowed his head briefly.

“There he goes again with his habits.”

Lectar laughed lightly, as if accustomed to it.

“So, how was the sparring?”

He looked at me and nodded.

“I met a man named Lawrence. There, I….”

I recounted everything that had happened between me and Lawrence.

“Kahahaha!”

Lectar couldn’t contain himself and burst into laughter, slapping the table.

“I knew it! That bastard must have looked absolutely ridiculous.”

He smacked his lips regretfully, wishing he could have witnessed the scene himself.

“Wasn’t that a bit too much?”

Burren let out a startled breath.

“That’s noise between floors! You demon!”

Martha’s jaw trembled as well.

“I want to see the squirrels….”

Lunan Slion paid no attention to anything else and licked his lips at the thought of seeing the squirrel family.

“No.”

Lectar shook his head calmly.

“Keep going. Even if you tell it not to come, it will find you.”

He patted Raon on the shoulder while saying he did well.

“It’s a lonely creature, so keep playing with it.”

Lectar gazed at me with warm eyes, as if pleased by my efforts.

-Right?

Wrath shook his head vigorously.

-I thought you’d lose your hair from stress…?

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A week had passed since I arrived at the Holy Sword Association.

During that time, I spent the entire day sparring with other swordmasters, and when night fell, I sought out Lawrence for a single duel.
Naturally, I had never won, and each day I descended the Mountain bearing blows to my head and chest.

However, I had discovered something during this time. Lawrence valued maintaining a daily routine, and he slept during the day.
He didn’t appear to be very old, yet I couldn’t understand how he had reached transcendence with such a lifestyle.

‘What’s even more peculiar is his lack of formal training.’

Lawrence’s martial arts diverged from the swordsmanship I knew.
While ordinary swordsmanship was forged to kill enemies, Lawrence’s techniques seemed designed to shatter an opponent’s martial foundation itself.

“Huff….”

I climbed the Cave, exhaling shallow breaths.

‘This time, I’ll break through no matter what.’

Today, after sparring with ten swordsmen and elevating my martial technique, I had gained a measure of confidence.

‘I arrived a bit early.’

It was earlier than usual, but since the moon was rising, Lawrence likely wouldn’t be asleep.

“Lawrence!”

I stood in the Forest Clearing where we always sparred and called out her name.

Boom!

An irritated footstep echoed from within the Cave, and Lawrence slowly emerged.
Dark shadows lay beneath her eyes as though charcoal had been smeared there.

“Please come at a consistent time! Why do you always show up at different hours!”
“There’s no set time for sparring. I just come right after I finish.”

I shrugged at Lawrence.

“You really are something….”

Lawrence ground her teeth and walked out of the Cave, then suddenly stopped dead.
She gazed up at the full moon climbing across the sky and bit her lip.

“Wait, what day is today? Ugh!”

Lawrence’s legs gave out beneath her, and she sank to the ground. A power and essence entirely different from anything I’d felt from her until now began to bloom.

“Lawrence?”
“Don’t come closer!”

Lawrence waved his hand frantically just outside the Cave entrance.

“Because of you, my routine fell apart and I lost track of time! There’s no sparring today! Come back tomorrow!”

He shouted at me to leave, then crawled back inside on trembling arms.

“Wait, that’s….”

I bit my lip and pushed off from the Training Courtyard, standing at the Cave entrance.

“I said don’t come in!”
“You….”

Ignoring Lawrence’s cries, I stepped into the Cave. Seeing the white blood flowing from his mouth, I placed my hand on the Heavenly Sword.

“What is your connection to the White Blood Cult Master?”

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