The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 803

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Chapter 803

“Hah….”

Lawrence swept his white hair back as he gazed upon the blazing divine sword.

“So you’re saying you’ve seen enough of my measure—now you want to fight at full strength?”

He nodded approvingly and raised both hands before him.

“Very well. I shall show you just how insurmountable the wall of transcendence truly is.”

Pure white currents of aura bloomed above Lawrence’s shoulders. He wove clouds of reverse harmony energy around the edge of his hand, signaling his readiness to fight with everything he possessed.

“Then I shall begin.”

I offered Lawrence a respectful sword salute before activating Manhwagong and stamping the ground.

Whoooosh!

I accelerated through the flames and advanced with the ultimate swift sword technique, aiming for Lawrence’s throat.

“Bring it on!”

Lawrence extended his right hand forward as if he had anticipated my charge. His hand edge rose like an awl and collided with the tip of the Heavenly Sword.

Clang!

Sword met hand, and the sound of massive metal crashing together reverberated in all directions.

“Hah….”

I bit my lip as I felt the fierce rebound pushing my divine sword back.

‘Transcendence truly is different.’

Watching my divine sword waver as if it might snap, I realized Lawrence had no intention of holding back.

‘It’s not just a matter of being overwhelmed by raw power.’

My swordsmanship itself was being dismantled with ease.

Unlike our previous sparring, my techniques were being erased so effortlessly it was almost hollow.
Lawrence was clearly concealing not just his raw strength, but also the depths of his reverse harmony mastery.

‘This is getting interesting.’

I resolved to shatter Lawrence’s full power and planted my right foot firmly on the tilted battlefield.
I thrust the demonic blade at my waist, summoning the frigid aura of Glacial.

Whoooosh!

The blade’s edge, extending in line with my left arm, scattered like heat shimmer, blooming into countless petals.
Frost Flower Spirit. Blue petals infused with cold wrapped around Lawrence’s entire form.

“A tedious technique,” Lawrence remarked.

As Lawrence gracefully lowered his left hand as if summoning butterflies, all the frost fragments enveloping him melted away. It was the divine marvel born from reverse harmony mastery.

‘I anticipated this much.’

Since I had expected Lawrence to erase the flower spirit from the start, my hand pierced toward his left side just before the cold dissipated.

“Tch!”

The moment Lawrence’s eyes narrowed upon seeing me, I unleashed the Red Flame Divine Blade’s Crimson Flash Thirty-Six Strikes.

Whoooosh!

Within that fleeting instant, I wove thirty-six different sword techniques into the expanding strikes.
Not a single technique called Crimson Flash Thirty-Six Strikes, but thirty-six distinct sword strikes, each carrying different mysteries, all aimed at Lawrence’s vital point.

“Insane….”

Lawrence’s eyes widened in bewilderment at the dizzying diversity of the Crimson Flash Thirty-Six Strikes.
Yet, befitting a transcendent, he quickly regained his composure and drew a circle with both hands.

Whoooosh!

White currents of aura spread from Lawrence’s fingertips, erasing the flow of the Crimson Thirty-Six Strikes. Yet even for him, it was no trivial feat—the reverse-breaking aura gathering in his hands diminished noticeably.

‘I need to keep pressing forward.’

Even Lawrence couldn’t deploy reverse-breaking infinitely.
If I continued to refine my swordsmanship like countless drops of water piercing stone, eventually I would shatter through reverse-breaking itself.

Ching!

I unfolded Frost Chain with the Divine Sword and traced Silver Sword Dream with the Demonic Sword.

‘Ordinary sword techniques hold no meaning here.’

I needed to add variation.

Into Frost Chain—which unleashed true and frost blades in staggered timing—I wove Illusion Sword, summoning dozens of phantom blades, while into Silver Sword Dream, which bewildered the opponent, I embedded Heavy Sword and Blunt Sword to constrict space.

Boom!

The frigid blades born from Frost Chain erased Lawrence’s white currents, and immediately after, the hazy yet devastating sword strike of Silver Sword Dream carved into his chest.

“Ugh!”

Lawrence’s eyes narrowed as he beheld the raging flames of the Divine Sword rushing toward him.
He seemed astonished that my swordsmanship had transformed so drastically from what he’d always witnessed.

“You’ve prepared quite thoroughly to defeat me!”

Lawrence lowered his brows and spread both hands wide. The currents that had bloomed like smoke from his palms coalesced, taking the form of a strong ring, and crushed Silver Sword Dream.

Whoooosh!

White mist swirled protectively around Lawrence, and the aura of reverse-breaking became a blade that cuts through anything, seeping into his hands.
This seemed to be the true nature of the transcendent Lawrence.

“Now it truly begins.”

Lawrence didn’t settle for mere defense—he unleashed the formidable aura of Reverse Calamity Martial Arts, condensed within his right hand.

Craaaaaash!

The immense wave of Reverse Calamity Martial Arts energy pierced through the defenses of both the Holy Sword and Demonic Sword, striking Raon’s chest with devastating force.

“Cough!”

Raon spat blood and was sent tumbling across the ground. The internal injuries weren’t critical, so he immediately pushed himself up and prepared a counterattack.

“Hmph.”

Lawrence halted his advance, sensing his own counterattack would be dangerous, and merely tilted his chin slightly.

“We’ve shown all our cards now. Time to see whose hand is truly stronger.”

His eyes gleamed with an eerie intensity, as if signaling the true battle was about to begin.

“Very well.”

Raon advanced toward Lawrence, intensifying the flames of the Holy Sword and the chill of the Demonic Sword. He had already forgotten the blow he’d taken.
All that filled his mind now was swordsmanship to shatter the Reverse Calamity Martial Arts.

Boom!

Lawrence’s eyes flashed with deep golden light—a sign that he was reading every flow of my swordsmanship.

‘It doesn’t matter.’

If Lawrence could perceive my swordsmanship, I would simply evolve beyond it and continue fighting. That’s why I’d honed the subtleties of my blade day and night without rest.

“My end is not truly the end.”

I showed no fear of my prepared techniques being broken. Instead, I laughed with genuine joy and clashed against Lawrence with all my strength.
She laughed as if she was rather enjoying herself, then charged at Lawrence with all her might.

“I know that relentless persistence of yours is your real talent!”

Lawrence bit his lip in apparent exasperation and extended the pristine white ring.

Craaaaaash!

The crimson blade and white hand collided, sending a tempest of mist and flames soaring toward the heavens.

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“Hah….”

The Majang Swordmaster exhaled sharply, watching Raon and Lawrence clash without pause.

“So Lawrence had been concealing such power all along….”

He trembled at his jaw, realizing Lawrence’s destructive technique was of that caliber.

“Indeed. I thought the current Raon would be more than sufficient….”

The Majang Swordmaster nodded in agreement.

“That arrogant bastard really was holding back on us.”

He touched his own neck upon seeing Lawrence’s cold gaze.

“Is that the Reverse Destruction Technique?”

Burren swallowed hard, watching the white current.

“It’s truly erasing Raon’s martial techniques lightly. It feels like painting white pigment over his swordsmanship.”
“Rather than erasing, it’s meticulously dismantling it.”

Martha furrowed her brow, observing the white current dissolving Raon’s swordsmanship.

“It’s not a magical force—it’s definitely suppressing Raon’s blade.”

She exhaled heavily, astonished by the very existence of the Reverse Destruction Technique.

“I can see Raon’s swordsmanship. But…”

Lunan Slion nodded quietly, her sharp eyes gleaming with keen insight.

“Raon is evolving.”

She nodded serenely, as if affirming her faith in Raon.

“Master.”

Mustan stood beside Lectar, his lips pressed tightly together.

“Who do you think will win?”

His voice carried loudly enough that all eyes turned toward Lectar.

“Lawrence, obviously.”

Lectar answered without hesitation.

“Lawrence’s eyes and senses are exceptional. The more he fights an opponent, the easier it becomes to read their techniques. That man has been battling Raon for two months now—he’s already grasped every aspect of his swordsmanship.”

He nodded firmly, as though the outcome were already decided.

“And we cannot ignore the difference in realm. Raon may be at the pinnacle of Grand Master, but he remains far from transcendence. Victory will not come easily for him.”

Lectar spoke of Raon’s inability to win, then turned his gaze toward Jalec, who stood in quiet contemplation.

“You hardly know your own grandson, Rion Lord.”

Jalec met that gaze, lifting his white brows.

“That leech’s swordsmanship grows even at this very moment. Infuriatingly so.”

He clicked his tongue as he observed Raon’s technique.

“Had he been nothing but a puppet repeating the same techniques, I would have crushed him long ago.”

Jalec ground his teeth, memories of his suffering at Raon’s hands surfacing.

“Really?”

Dorian pressed close to Jalec’s side, his eyes gleaming with interest.

“So Raon will win?”
“Whether that bastard wins or loses, even I don’t know. It’s just….”

Jalec shook his head, his brow furrowed.

“He’s not the type to be broken so easily.”

As he spoke those words, he turned his gaze back to Lectar.

“How’s that? Is that the answer you were hoping for?”
“Not bad, actually.”

Lectar winked at Jalec, who had answered in his stead.

With his hands clasped together as if to show his faith in his grandson, he became absorbed in the clash of flames and mist.

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Whoooosh!

I laughed even as I watched the Flame Dragon Technique dissolve so easily.

‘Is he erasing even this?’

Even with the Flame Dragon Technique—my most powerful inferno—infused with the mysteries of the Broken Sword, I couldn’t pierce through Lawrence’s reverse nullification.

It felt like meeting waves that destroyed my sandcastles every time I built them, yet strangely, laughter bubbled up from within me.

‘Perhaps it’s not strange at all—it’s only natural.’

This was an opportunity for me to grow stronger.

Just like the Divine Eye, Reverse Harmony is not invincible. As my swordsmanship advanced, its flaws were gradually revealing themselves.

Whether it was the Silver Sword Dream or when I used the Flame Dragon Sequence, Reverse Harmony did block my blade, but Lawrence was also shaken considerably.

If my sword never ceased its development, an opportunity would come to shatter that white mist.

Roooaaarrr!

I resonated the ring of fire with extreme intensity. Elevating my spiritual presence and concentration, I focused not on Lawrence, but on my own mental world and heart.

Crackle!

I wove the Wind Sword and Thunder Sword into the Extreme Swift Descent. The divine blade blazing with flames extended forth, wreathed in lightning and wind—a speed that seemed touched by divinity itself.

Boom!

Lawrence condensed the essence of Reverse Harmony in his grasp and struck down the divine blade wrapped in wind, lightning, and flame.
Yet even for him, it was no simple feat—cold sweat dripped from his brow.

‘Next!’

Anticipating that my strike would naturally be blocked, I poured the Snow Sword, Flowing Sword, and Suppression Sword into the Silver Wind Circulation of the Snowy Wind Sword Sequence.

Whoooosh!

A blade strike as serene yet unyielding as an untrodden snowy plain extended toward Lawrence’s chest.

Boom!

Lawrence overlapped his left and right hands to intercept my new strike.

“How far will you….”

He bit his lip, seeming flustered by the considerable amount of Reverse Harmony’s essence that had dissipated.

“I still have far to go.”

I did not organize the countless sword techniques that surfaced in my mind.

The child freely pieced together swordsmanship without considering compatibility or synergy between techniques, instead unfolding his own unique style.

A slow yet sharp blade, a heavy yet fluid blade, a technique that stretched grandly before converging on a single point.

Diverse sword techniques that disregarded efficiency and flow unfolded one after another from Raon’s fingertips.

This was not something that could be accomplished alone, even with transcendent talent. It was only possible because Lawrence was there to receive every one of Raon’s strikes.

“Insane….”

Lawrence bit his lips until they bled, watching Raon unleash a succession of exquisite sword strikes.

‘What exactly did this bastard gain?’

The swordsmanship he had witnessed over the past two months evolved and transformed. The techniques he knew had changed so drastically that his accumulated experience was becoming a hindrance rather than an asset.

Moreover, the depth of his swordsmanship had increased, making it difficult to defend against his evolving techniques.
Each time he blocked Raon’s blade, chunks of his Reverse Harmony aura dissipated.
At this rate, it seemed his Reverse Harmony would shatter not from aura or stamina, but from the sheer force of swordsmanship itself.

‘That cannot happen.’

For this child Raon to grow, he had to be the wall. Otherwise, he had no right to stand here.

‘I absolutely cannot lose!’

If Raon grew stronger, then his own Reverse Harmony would grow as well. With aura that had reached transcendence, he suppressed Raon’s entire body as he approached with his new techniques.

Boom!

He shattered Raon’s swordsmanship and detonated his Reverse Harmony aura before his chest.

“Cough!”

Raon spat black blood and was sent tumbling across the ground.
His entire body trembled from the violent impact, yet he never released his grip on his two blades.

“Haa….”

I slowly rose to my feet. Despite the blood trickling from my lips, I wore a bright, exhilarated smile.

“…Are you truly a Monster?”

Lawrence bit his lip hard.

“Yes! Come at me again!”
“Of course.”

I laughed and rushed toward Lawrence.
Exchange after exchange, dozens of clashes, then hundreds—the two blades in my grip transformed ceaselessly with each impact.

Screeeee!

Fast, slow, powerful, weak, heavy, light, precise, empty—swordplay that defied comprehension now aimed at his throat.

Whoosh!

Lawrence shoved me back roughly, grinding his teeth.

‘…This won’t do.’

I need to end this here.

The flow of Reverse Harmony Magic began to stutter and break. I had never fought for this long before, and my limits were finally catching up with me.

Raon was also pushing beyond his threshold, his body deteriorating with each moment. It seemed best to finish this for both our sakes.

Boom!

Lawrence erased the waves of flame and frost conjured by the Holy Sword and Demon Sword alike, then charged toward me.

Whooooom!

He spread both hands wide, targeting my chest and abdomen. He had concentrated every ounce of Reverse Harmony Magic into his palms to obliterate any attack I might attempt.

Boom!

In the instant my vision filled with white currents, I instead extended my left foot forward.

‘I can’t block this.’

The difference in aura and realm made it impossible for my current sword to overcome that Reverse Harmony’s energy.
There was only one way—I had to erase that Reverse Harmony with my own swordsmanship.

Whoooosh!

I suppressed the Divine Demon Harmony Seal. Extinguishing the flames of the Divine Sword and the frost of the Demonic Sword, I revealed the silver blade of the Heavenly Sword.

With both inferno and chill emptied away, I opened the Mental World.

The Path of Ten Thousand Swords. My own sword forms pursuing true mastery of ten thousand swords converged upon the Heavenly Sword, igniting a golden radiance.

“No matter what, it’s too late!”

Lawrence scattered the Reverse Harmony’s energy in all directions as if to erase any swordsmanship that dared oppose him. The very space itself seemed dominated by him.

Uuuuuuung!

I brought the Heavenly Sword down with both hands toward the pristine white mist stretching forth like the grip of a god.

Sword Realm Incarnate—Genesis.

The golden brilliance containing all the world’s swordsmanship and the white mist erasing every technique collided, and thunderous roars erupted in all directions.

Kwaaaaaaaaaang!

Behind a deafening boom that shattered mountains, a tremendous shockwave exploded, the earth’s surface overturned, and the surroundings turned pitch black.

“Hmm!”

Lectar lowered his hand with furrowed brows, and wind swept through, clearing away the black smoke that filled the Training Courtyard.

As the dust settled, what appeared was me kneeling on one knee and Lawrence with his hand pressed against the ground. A draw. Our final match had ended in a tie.

“You crazy bastard….”

Lawrence ground his teeth in disbelief.

“Were you trying to kill me?!”
“I thought you would accept it, Lawrence.”

I laughed weakly and shook my head.

“You’re truly insane. More unhinged than the previous Holy Sword Master!”

Lawrence uttered words that could have been praise or insult, his eyelids twitching.

“I hear that often.”

I chuckled briefly before collapsing to the ground.

“Thank you for watching over me.”

Saying this, I bowed my head to Lawrence.

“What nonsense.”

Lawrence lay sprawled out flat on his back with his brow furrowed.

“If I’d been watching over you, would I be lying here like this?”

He waved his hand, telling me to stop spouting rubbish.

“If you had given your all from the start, it would have ended immediately. You gave me time to grow. And at the end, you held back your strength.”

I laughed, knowing full well what had happened.

“I’m truly grateful….”
“Enough. Congratulations on reaching the pinnacle of Grand Master.”

Lawrence said this and lightly patted my shoulder.

“Hm? This is your first compliment, isn’t it?”
“Yes, after suffering through two months with you, I wanted to say this first.”

He said this and quickly turned his reddened face away.

“Thank you.”

I forced myself to my feet and bowed my head to Lawrence.

“I owe you a great debt.”
“It’s not a debt—it was a nuisance!”

Lawrence wrinkled the bridge of his nose, insisting I choose my words more carefully.

“You have a point.”

I scratched my head with a faint smile playing at my lips.

“But…”

Lawrence tilted his head as he looked at me.

“Did you find the thread leading to transcendence?”
“Hmm…”

I didn’t answer immediately. After scanning Lawrence, Lectar, and the others nearby, I gazed up at the night sky and nodded.

“Yes. I think I’ve found it now.”

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After finishing my sparring match with Lawrence, I returned to the Mansion and went straight to my room.
All my strength had been drained away, and exhaustion crashed over me so heavily that I could barely stand.

‘How was today’s match?’

I leaned my back against the bed and reached out toward Wrath, whose tail swished lazily.

-Still faaaaaaar from enough!

Wrath still dismissed my efforts, swatting my hand away.

-If that brat had gone all out from the start, you wouldn’t have even managed to counter-thrust. Your swordsmanship has grown, yes, but the combinations are far too crude. You need much more refinement. And on top of that, focusing so hard on technique has dulled your aura control!

He rattled on about my shortcomings, his mouth moving as rapidly as when he devoured bead ice cream.

-But! The progress is undeniable. These two months here have been worth more than a year at Zigheart.

Wrath nodded, acknowledging the genuine strides I’d made.

‘Thank you.’

I laughed, turning over in my mind the weaknesses he’d pointed out.

-If you’re grateful, buy me some bead ice cream!

Wrath waved his hand, insisting words alone wouldn’t suffice.

‘I’ll load you up with it once we return to Zigheart.’

I made the promise to Wrath and gazed down at my own hands.

‘There’s still so much lacking.’

As my swordsmanship improved, I needed to pay equal attention to the combinations that flowed from it, and to the synchronization of my aura and physical movements.
There was much work ahead before I could ascend to transcendence.

-By the way.

Wrath narrowed his eyes and leaned in close.

‘Hmm?’
-What is the thread of insight you’re pursuing to reach transcendence?

He tilted his head, asking what value I was contemplating.

‘Well, there are two things for now. I’m a bit embarrassed to say it though….’

I was about to speak, running my tongue across my lips.

[The sprout of the Thousand Swords has begun to bloom.]
[All stats increase by 20 points.]
[The rank of trait 【Wrath’s Evil Eye】 rises.]
[The rank of trait 【Spiral Force】 rises.]
[The rank of trait 【Concentration】 rises.]
[The rank of trait 【Concentration】 surpasses 12 stars, creating a new trait….]
[New title….]

All the rewards accumulated over two months of training at the Holy Sword Association came rushing in at once.

-Damn it all!

Wrath swatted at the message and shook his head.

-This bastard has the worst timing! At this rate, he’s clearly been waiting to mock the True Demon King… Huh?

He had been grinding his teeth about tearing the boy apart when he caught sight of the title, his eyes widening.

-Puhehehehe!

Wrath burst into raucous laughter, pointing at the new title.

[New title 【Steel Leech】 has been created.]

-A leech, you say! Now even that bastard has acknowledged your leeching nature!

He snickered, finally satisfied that his words had struck home.

But I had no time to pay attention to the title, my focus drawn elsewhere.

‘【Concentration】 has become a new trait?’

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