The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 800

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Chapter 800

Boom!

I stamped down hard and heavy, bending my upper body forward.

I layered the swiftness of wind upon the aura surging from my core, weaving transformation and illusion into the flames blooming from my grip.

Unsatisfied with merely wielding a sword, I transformed my entire body into a blade itself, unfolding the profound mysteries of swordsmanship in every movement.

Heavy sword, strong sword, swift sword, wind sword, illusory sword, transforming sword—and finally, as I bloomed the mysteries of destructive sword at the blade’s edge, swordsmanship itself evolved, birthing a new current.

Roooaaarrr!

My sword strike pushed back Lawrence’s white waves like a current flowing against a river, flashing with increasingly sharp aura blades.

“Insane….”

Lawrence’s half-closed eyes snapped wide open.

‘This is possible?’

I had tried to suppress his swordsmanship while wielding Reverse Harmony, but it wasn’t working. His blade had already ascended to the threshold of transcendence.

‘I have no choice!’

I could no longer contain him at the same level. Abandoning pride, I wielded Reverse Harmony at its heightened limit.

Whoooosh!

White currents infused with the undulations of Reverse Harmony bloomed from Lawrence’s fingertips, engulfing my relentless swordsmanship without restraint.

Boom!

My new swordsmanship ultimately halted before the wall of Reverse Harmony, fading away.

“Haa….”

Lawrence bent at the waist, exhaling a low, weary breath. He wiped the sweat trickling down his forehead and lifted his trembling gaze.

“You just….”
“It fell a bit short.”

I furrowed my brow, not at Lawrence, but at the Heavenly Sword itself.

‘I’ll need more time to grow accustomed to it.’

The swordsmen of the Holy Sword Association, whether their cultivation was profound or shallow, lived their lives with the blade woven into their very existence.
I had attempted to embed the sword into both body and soul as they did, but it seemed I had fallen short.

“What in the world are you?”

Lawrence bit his lip as he stared at me.

“Your Reverse Harmony Technique nearly shattered—and not from aura, but purely from swordsmanship!”

His jaw trembled as if he couldn’t comprehend what had just occurred.

“I attempted to embed the sword into my very life, as the swordsmen of the Holy Sword Association do. It seems I was clumsy and failed.”

I sighed, expressing my regret at the incomplete attempt.

“Nonsense! I’ve lived in the Holy Sword Association for decades, and I’ve never heard of—much less witnessed—anyone like you!”

Lawrence shook his head, dismissing my words as absurdity.

“I merely sought to manifest through my blade and body what I felt within.”

I let out a short laugh and regarded Lawrence.

“But what exactly is this Reverse Harmony Technique you keep mentioning? Is it your martial art, Lawrence?”
“Yes. It’s an incomplete martial art that I’ve cultivated.”

Lawrence leaned his back against a tree and nodded slightly.

“Incomplete?”
“Didn’t you say you’d read all the books Mother brought and the ones in the study?”
“Yes, I did.”
“That residence originally belonged to the Apostle who kept me alive. A considerable number of the books there were martial arts treatises.”

He exhaled a quiet sigh while gazing at the sky.

“Among them was a martial arts treatise called Reverse Dissolution. It was a swordsmanship focused on dismantling the opponent’s martial techniques rather than attacking directly. However, it was merely a theoretical martial arts treatise that even its founder never properly mastered.”
“Even the founder couldn’t master it?”
“It required special eyes.”

Lawrence pointed to his golden irises.

“My eyes can read my opponent’s aura flow and movements perfectly. Thanks to that, I was able to learn the incomplete Reverse Dissolution. Of course, it’s still incomplete.”

He nodded, saying he would never have been able to execute Reverse Dissolution without his innate eyes.

“Of course, Reverse Dissolution isn’t completely omnipotent. Monsters like your grandfathers can just brute force their way through.”

Lawrence clicked his tongue, emphasizing it was far from an invincible ability.

“Hmm….”

I clicked my tongue softly after hearing Lawrence’s explanation.

‘So that’s why I couldn’t replicate it even while operating the Ring of Fire.’

I understood how Reverse Dissolution functioned, but I didn’t think I could replicate it.
I’d found it strange, but it seemed I couldn’t replicate Reverse Dissolution precisely because I lacked innate eyes like Lawrence’s.

-Born with such eyes and only using them for dismantling? How pathetic!

Wrath muttered that it was foolish and shook his head.

-The True Demon King would have focused solely on destroying everything!
‘You probably would have… wait, hold on.’

I swallowed dryly while observing Wrath’s furrowed brow.

-What are you staring at?

Wrath’s blue eyes shifted with clear displeasure.

‘If I operate the Demon Eye of Wrath….’

I might be able to replicate Lawrence’s gaze in a similar manner.

“Lawrence, would you be willing to demonstrate Reverse Dissolution once more?”

After finishing my thoughts, I extended my hand toward Lawrence.

“Demonstrating it isn’t difficult, but… why?”
“There’s something I’d like to attempt.”

I said I’d do it right away and drew down with the Heavenly Sword, unleashing crimson flames.

Whoooosh!

Lawrence answered by raising his hand blade and operating Reverse Dissolution.
The moment his pupils gleamed with golden light, the crimson flames and flow embedded in the Heavenly Sword melted away in an instant.

‘Now I understand.’

I lowered the Heavenly Sword and extended my left hand.

‘If I read my opponent’s movements with the Demon Eye of Wrath and perceive the flow of aura with the Ring of Fire….’

It’s entirely possible.

While Reverse Dissolution as a martial technique was inherently complex, having observed it daily for a month, I felt I could replicate it exactly.

I activated both the Demon Eye of Wrath and the Ring of Fire simultaneously. Reading the movement of Lawrence’s hand blade and the flow of his aura, I mirrored his Reverse Dissolution precisely.

Whoooosh!

As Reverse Dissolution collided with Reverse Dissolution, the two currents melted away silently, as if shield had struck shield.

“Huh…?”

Lawrence’s lips trembled as he watched the aura of Reverse Dissolution vanish from his hand.

“What are you doing right now…?”
“So that’s how it operates. I understand now.”

I gazed at my left hand, now completely devoid of aura, and smiled.

“Did you just replicate Reverse Dissolution? You don’t even possess eyes like mine—how is this possible!”

Lawrence stared at me, his eyes wide with astonishment.

“I simply have keen observation skills.”

I couldn’t reveal the truth about Wrath’s demonic eyes, so I attributed it to fortunate timing.

“Sigh… I thought there was nothing left that could surprise me about you.”

Lawrence placed a hand over his chest, saying his heart was still trembling.

“It’s also thanks to you continuing to fight, Lawrence.”

I lowered my head, expressing my gratitude.

“This leaves a bitter taste. Now I understand the expressions on the faces of those swordsmen I defeated.”

Lawrence’s brow furrowed as he recalled the expressions of the swordsmen he had once broken.

“You don’t need to thank me.”

I shrugged toward Lawrence.

“Thank you? Nonsense! All I feel is irritation!”

Lawrence bounced about, telling me to stop spouting rubbish.

‘But this Reverse Dissolution…’

I activated Reverse Dissolution again, narrowing my eyes.

‘The method of application is similar to Ogram’s Shattering Strike.’

Ogram’s Shattering Strike, which ignored the enemy’s aura and attacked directly, and the Reverse Strike, which erased the enemy’s martial flow. The two techniques were similar not only in name but also in their method of execution.
The two Muhaks were similar not only in name, but also in how they were used.

“Ignoring the aura, erasing the flow of swordsmanship. Wait, if I combine those two….”

It seemed like a terrifying swordsmanship that could destroy both the enemy’s aura and martial arts was about to be born.

-Look at you scheming. You’re a truly vicious one.
Look at him thinking. He’s a truly stubborn fellow.

Wrath clicked his tongue roughly, as if he were fed up.

However, with your current skills, it’s still impossible for you to achieve that.

He shook his head, saying that guy would have to work much harder.

“It wouldn’t be fun if it happened right away without any effort.”

Your path won’t end at Grand Master, so it will certainly be meaningful to look further ahead and train at Rion.

“Then let’s start again.”

Raon brushed off his hands and grasped the Heavenly Sword once more.

“Huh?”

Lawrence, who had been wearing bitterness on his face, opened his eyes wide.

“Again? You want to do it again? I’ve mastered my role, so shouldn’t we stop now?”

He tilted his head in confusion, wondering if that wasn’t why he had kept coming back to obtain the antidote.

“What do you mean?”

Raon let out a hollow laugh and lowered his hand.

“I obtained Yeokhaemu by chance. I came to find Lawrence to develop my swordsmanship. I’ll have to keep coming until I break through Yeokhaemu with my sword skills.”

Heavenly Sword Dance was undoubtedly a formidable martial art, but I had never truly desired to obtain it. I simply wanted to defeat Lawrence through swordsmanship alone.

“Of course, fighting you is quite enjoyable too, Lawrence.”
“Hmm!”

Lawrence smacked his lips with satisfaction, clearly pleased by my words.

“Oh? You like that? You’re happy that I keep coming back?”

I flashed a sly grin and tilted my chin toward Lawrence.

“W-What nonsense! I’m annoyed because you keep coming! Annoyed, I tell you!”

Lawrence waved his hand dismissively, as if telling me to disappear.

“Don’t cry when you return to Zigheart later.”
“Please, just shut your mouth!”

His face flushed crimson as he took the initiative to attack for the first time.

Wrath shook his head as he watched me and Lawrence resume our sparring match.

-Every human falls apart when they meet this one.

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After finishing my sparring session with Lawrence, I returned to Lectar’s Residence.
As I reached for the door, I sensed a familiar presence within.

‘Dorian?’

About two weeks ago, I had gone to find Dorian with Lectar and saw him meditating, so I had left him be. It seemed he had returned to the residence today.

-That’s right! The wallet has returned!

Wrath also drew a smile across his lips as if delighted to see Dorian.

‘It’s been a while.’

I chuckled softly and opened the door, stepping into the mansion.

“Raon. Dorian’s back.”

Lunan Slion extended her hand as if she’d been waiting, gesturing toward the reception room. Following the direction of her finger, I caught sight of Dorian standing with his back perfectly straight.

“Dor… what?”

Had he always been this handsome?

With all the excess weight stripped away, the once-ordinary Dorian now appeared as an endearingly beautiful youth. Despite having known him for nearly a decade, I’d never realized he’d been concealing such a face.
I’ve been watching for nearly ten years, but I never knew he was hiding a face like that.

“I was surprised too. I had no idea that guy looked like that.”

Burren Zigheart let out a hollow laugh, finding it amusing.

“It’s still Dorian, no matter what.”

Martha shook her head, saying that something like appearance didn’t matter.

“Raon, you’re back.”

Dorian bowed respectfully toward Raon as if he had been waiting for this moment.
“Uh? Yeah.”

I nodded awkwardly in response.

“But what exactly did you learn that made you lose so much weight?”

Martha rolled her eyes curiously at Dorian.

“I learned and mastered many things. Among them…”

“I learned and acquired so much. Among those things….”

Dorian trailed off mid-sentence and pulled a water bottle from his ship’s pouch.

“Raon, you must be parched.”

He offered the water to Raon without a moment’s hesitation.

“How did you….”

Raon accepted the water and nodded blankly. My prolonged sparring match with Lawrence had left my throat terribly dry, yet Dorian had discerned my condition with uncanny precision.

“Lunan Slion, you’ve been craving ice cream for quite some time now.”

Dorian approached Lunan Slion and produced a box containing pearl-shaped ice cream.

“Oh.”

Lunan Slion accepted the ice cream box with a gasp of delight. Her usually vacant eyes sparkled with genuine joy for the first time in ages.

-Me too! Me too! Me too!

Wrath extended his tongue and waved his hand eagerly at Dorian.

“Martha, since you wish to stretch a single day into two, I’ve brought you a fatigue recovery elixir.”

Dorian approached Martha and handed her an herbal fatigue recovery elixir.

“What… what are you?”

Martha stared at Dorian with widened eyes. Yet the fact that she accepted the fatigue recovery elixir without protest suggested she truly needed it.

“Finally, Burren Zigheart, I believe you’ll need this.”

Dorian withdrew a small doll from his ship’s pouch—one that fit perfectly in the palm of a hand.

“Why would you….”
“Haven’t you been unable to sleep without an attachment doll lately? It even says ‘necessary for the forehead’….”
“Stop spouting nonsense!”

Burren Zigheart’s face flushed crimson as he hurled the doll away. Observing the dark circles beneath his eyes and his vehement reaction, I couldn’t help but think there was truth to Dorian’s words.

“That should be it….”

Dorian retrieved the doll again, his brow furrowing with disappointment.

“Dorian. What exactly have you been learning?”

I set down my water and tilted my head in confusion.

‘In terms of martial technique, he doesn’t seem to have improved at all.’

His posture had improved slightly, but there was no significant change in his martial prowess. I couldn’t fathom what he’d been studying for an entire month.

“I have come to understand what my opponent desires. From now on, please call me the Transcendent of Supply!”

Dorian nodded with confidence, claiming he had mastered the art of providing whatever his companions needed at any moment.

“That’s just….”
“An even bigger….”
“Pushover.”

I, Martha, and Burren spoke in succession.

“Nom.”

Lunan Slion simply ate his ice cream, indifferent to the conversation.

“A pushover? I merely wish to supply all of you with necessities whenever needed!”

Dorian thumped his chest, pleading for our trust.

“When I visited, you were meditating. That wasn’t sword training, was it?”
“My master said it was training to discern what others need.”

He chuckled as if that explained everything.

“Ugh….”

I finally couldn’t hold back and pressed my hand to my forehead.

‘I shouldn’t have left him in someone else’s hands.’

I had trusted the swordmaster who took Dorian away because he had reached the pinnacle of Grand Master rank, but I never expected something like this to happen.

“Starting tomorrow, you’ll train with me.”

I exhaled a long sigh and shook my head.

“What? I just got back today….”
“Never mind that. You’re coming out at dawn no matter what.”

I waved my hand dismissively, making it clear I wouldn’t entertain any objections.

“That’s….”
-Hmm….

Only Lectar and Wrath seemed intrigued, examining Dorian with interest as they smacked their lips softly.

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The moment dawn broke the next day, I summoned Dorian to the Training Ground in front of the mansion.

“Why… why are you doing this….”

Dorian had returned to his normal self in just one night, his arms and legs trembling with fear.

“A whole month wasted.”

I furrowed my brow as I looked at the terrified Dorian.

‘Time is far too precious to squander.’

Burren, Martha, and Lunan had broken through the wall of the highest Master rank by repeating sparring and training here.

However, despite spending a month attached to the Grand Master, Dorian had made no real progress.
He’d lost some weight, his aura had grown slightly, and his perception of others’ needs had sharpened—that was all.
Especially that third point seemed utterly pointless and absurd.

“Since there’s not much time left before you return, I’ll stick close and teach you directly until then. You need to show at least some improvement before you go back.”
“Ugh….”

Dorian exhaled a long sigh of resignation and drew his sword.

“Then.”

I wrapped the essence of swift swordsmanship around myself and tapped the ground lightly.
I unleashed the Heavenly Sword at a speed Dorian couldn’t possibly react to, creating tension.

Clang!

Just before the Heavenly Sword pierced his throat, I tried to stop it, but he already knew what was coming—he leaned his upper body back and deflected my blade with his own.

Crash!

Though there wasn’t much force behind it, because he’d struck the blade at the perfect angle, the Heavenly Sword bounced away roughly.

“Ugh!”

Dorian cried out as if he had no idea what he’d just done, blinking rapidly in confusion.

‘Was that a coincidence?’

It seemed he’d accidentally blocked my attack while swinging first.

‘This time, for real.’

I narrowed my eyes and unleashed an even faster strike toward Dorian’s solar plexus.

Crash!

Yet Dorian raised his blade vertically and blocked my attack once more.

“What are you….”

I trembled as I watched Dorian raise his sword in front of his chest.

“What… what did I do?”

Dorian blinked as if asking what I was talking about.

“How did you just block that?”
“If I didn’t block it, I’d be dead!”
“That’s exactly what I’m asking—how did you block it!”
“Because the sword came!”
“What?”
“Huh?”

The two of us stared at each other’s faces, tilting our heads in confusion.

-This is what passes for conversation between idiots…-

Wrath exhaled a sigh of exasperation.

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