The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 803

Chapter 803

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“Ha…”

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

"So, you've tested me enough and now want to fight seriously?"

He nodded as if pleased and raised both hands in front of him.

“Very well. I’ll show you just how high the wall of Transcendence truly is.”

A pure white current began to rise over Lawrence's shoulders. Signaling his intent to fight seriously, he wrapped the Reverse Sea’s energy around the edge of his hand like clouds.

“Then, let’s begin.”

Raon offered Lawrence a polite salute with his sword and, with the energy of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, launched himself forward, stomping hard on the ground.

Fwooooosh!

Accelerating through the flames, he charged forward and targeted Lawrence’s neck with an extreme precision strike.

“Come as much as you like!”

As if he had predicted Raon's charge, Lawrence extended his right hand forward. His hand shot up like a spike and clashed with the blade of the divine sword.

Craaaang!

The sound of their clash echoed around them like massive iron masses colliding.

“Ha…”

Raon bit his lip as he felt the strong recoil pushing back his divine sword.

‘As expected, Transcendence is different.’

Seeing his divine sword tremble as if it might break, it seemed Lawrence wasn’t holding back either.

‘It’s not just a difference in strength.’

Even his strike was easily neutralized.

Unlike their previous spar, his technique was effortlessly erased, leaving him feeling helpless.

It was clear that Lawrence had been hiding his mastery of the Reverse Sea along with his strength.

‘This is getting interesting.’

Determined to shatter Lawrence’s full power, Raon stepped onto the tilted ground with his right foot.

He drew out his demonic sword from his waist, summoning Glacier’s cold energy.

Fwooooosh!

The blade of the demonic sword extended in a straight line with his left arm, scattering like a mirage and blooming countless petals.

The Frost’s Flame Spirit. Blue petals filled with cold energy engulfed Lawrence's entire body.

"What an annoying sword technique."

As if brushing away a butterfly, Lawrence lowered his left hand gracefully, and the frost’s fragments that had enveloped him melted away entirely— an impressive display of Reverse Sea's power.

‘I expected this.’

Since he had anticipated that Lawrence would erase the Frost’s Flame Spirit, he dug into Lawrence's left side just before the cold air disappeared.

“Hmm!”

The moment Lawrence narrowed his eyes, Raon unleashed the Thirty-Six Crimson Slash with his blazing divine sword.

Fwooooosh!

In an instant, thirty-six sword strikes shot out, each imbued with a different swordsmanship principle.

Thirty-six distinct strikes, each aiming for the smallest opening in Lawrence's defenses. 

“You must be crazy….”

Lawrence’s eyes widened at the dizzying variety of Thirty-Six Crimson Slash, momentarily caught off guard.

However, befitting a Transcender, he quickly composed himself, tracing a circle with both hands.

Fwooooosh!

A white current spreading from his fingertips erased the flow of the Thirty-Six Crimson Slash. Of course, it wasn't easy for him either, the energy of Reverse Sea that had filled his hands greatly diminished.

'I have to keep pressing on.'

Even Lawrence couldn’t use the Reverse Sea endlessly.

Just as countless falling water droplets can pierce a rock, if he continued to evolve his swordsmanship, he could eventually break through the Reverse Sea.

Screeeeech!

Raon unleashed the Frost Pond with his divine sword and the Sword’s Silvery Dream with his demonic sword.

‘Using the usual principles won’t do anything.’

I need to change things up.

In the Frost Pond, where he launched the real blade and the frost sword with a time difference, he incorporated the illusion sword, summoning dozens of blades. In the Sword’s Silvery Dream, which bewildered the opponent, he incorporated the heavy sword and the slow sword, constricting the space.

Crack! Crack!

The cold blades of the Frost Pond erased the white current of the Reverse Sea, and then the hazy yet powerful strike of the Sword’s Silvery Dream struck toward Lawrence’s chest.

“Ugh!”

Lawrence frowned as he watched the flames of the divine sword surging toward him.

He seemed surprised that Raon's swordsmanship, which he had always seen, had changed so drastically.

“You’ve prepared yourself well to defeat me!”

Lowering his eyebrows, Lawrence spread both hands. The currents that had been billowing like smoke from his hand gathered, condensed into an astral sphere-like shape, shattered the Sword’s Silvery Dream.

Hwaaah!

White mist swirled around Lawrence as if protecting him, and the energy of Reverse Sea permeated his hands, becoming swords that could cut through anything.

This seemed to be Lawrence’s true form as a Transcender.

"Now the real fight begins."

Not content with defense alone, Lawrence unleashed a concentrated astral sphere of Reverse Sea in his right hand.

Boom!

The energy of Reverse Sea, which had a massive wave within a calm ripple, broke through the defenses of the divine sword and demonic sword and struck Raon's chest.

"Ugh!"

Raon spat out blood as he was flung back and rolled on the ground. Since the internal injury wasn't severe, he immediately stood up and prepared a counterattack.

“Hmph.”

Lawrence, seemingly judging that his counterattack was dangerous, halted his steps and tilted his chin up.

"All the cards are on the table. It's time to see whose hand is stronger."

He flashed a chilling gaze as if ready to fight in earnest.

“Understood.”

Raon, with the flames of the divine sword and the cold energy of the demonic sword blazing even stronger, advanced towards Lawrence. The blow he received was already forgotten.

Right now, his mind was focused solely on destroying the Reverse Sea with his swordsmanship.

Kraaaash!

Lawrence’s eyes flashed a deep golden, indicating he could read Raon’s every movement.

‘It doesn’t matter.’

If Lawrence grasped his swordsmanship, he would simply evolve it further and fight on. That was why he had honed his swordsmanship day and night.

"My limit is not the end."

Raon did not fear that his prepared sword techniques being countered.

Instead, he smiled as if enjoying it and charged at Lawrence with full force.

"I know that your true talent is that relentless persistence!"

Lawrence bit his lip as if he was fed up and thrust out a pure white astral sphere.

Hwaaang!

The red sword and white hand clashed, sending a storm of mist and flames soaring into the sky.

* * *

“Hah…”

The Master of the Demon General Sword sighed as he watched Raon and Lawrence’s relentless clash.

“To think that Lawrence bastard was hiding that kind of power….”

He trembled his chin, seemingly not having expected Lawrence’s Reverse Sea to be at that level.

“That’s right. I thought the current Raon would be able to break it...”

The Master of the Stringed Sword nodded in agreement.

“That arrogant bastard must have been going easy on us all along.”

He stroked his neck, gazing at Lawrence’s cold eyes.

“So that’s the Reverse Sea?”

Burren swallowed hard as he looked at the white current.

“It’s truly erasing Raon’s martial arts. It feels like white paint is being brushed over his swordsmanship.”

“Rather than erasing, it's dismantling it piece by piece.”

Martha frowned as she watched the white current melt Raon's swordsmanship.

"It’s not magic-like power, it’s certainly suppressing Raon’s sword."

She let out a heavy breath, seemingly shocked by the very existence of the Reverse Sea.

“It feels like I can see Raon’s swordsmanship, but….”

With a sparkle of understanding in her otherwise blank gaze, Runaan nodded.

"Raon is changing too."

She nodded gently, as if she believed in Raon.

"Master."

Mustan bit his lip slightly as he stood next to Rector.

"Who do you think will win?"

Because his voice was loud, everyone's attention turned to Rector.

"Of course, Lawrence."

Rector replied without hesitation.

" Lawrence’s eyes and perception are special. The more he fights, the easier it becomes for him to read his opponent’s moves. He’s been sparring with Raon for two months now, so he’s probably already figured out all of his sword techniques."

He nodded firmly, as if the outcome was already decided.

"Besides, the difference in realm can’t be ignored. Although Raon is a peak Grandmaster level, he’s still far from Transcendence. Winning won’t be easy."

As Rector spoke of Raon’s defeat, he quietly glanced at Jarek, who stood silently.

"The alliance master doesn't know his grandson well enough."

Jarek raised his white eyebrows as he met Rector’s gaze.

"That leech’s swordsmanship is still growing, even in this moment. It’s really absurd."

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

“If he were just a puppet repeating the same techniques, I would have crushed him long ago.”

Jarek gritted his teeth, as if remembering the torment Raon had put him through.

"Really?"

Dorian, who was standing beside Jarek, looked at him with bright eyes.

"Does that mean Sir Raon will win?"

"I don’t know if he’ll win or lose. It’s just…."

Jarek shook his head, narrowing his eyes.

"He's not someone who would be defeated so easily."

He said this while looking back at Rector.

"What do you think? Is this the answer you wanted?"

"Not bad."

Rector winked at Jarek, who had spoken in his place.

He clasped his hands together, believed in his grandson, and became engrossed in the battle of flames and mist.

* * *

Whoosh!

Raon laughed as he watched the Flame Dragon Art melt in vain.

"Even this gets erased?"

Even though he had imbued the Flame Dragon Art, which possessed the strongest firepower, with the principle of destructive sword, he couldn't penetrate Lawrence's Reverse Sea.

It felt like building a sandcastle only for waves to keep crashing over it, but strangely, he found himself laughing.

‘Is it strange? Or maybe it’s only natural?’

Because it’s an opportunity to grow further.

Like the mind's eye, the Reverse Sea wasn’t invincible. As his swordsmanship improved, small cracks were beginning to show.

When he used the Sword’s Silvery Dream and the Flame Dragon Art, the Reverse Sea had indeed blocked his attacks, but Lawrence was clearly shaken.

As long as his swordsmanship continued to evolve, there would be a chance to break that white mist.

Rumble!

Raon rotated the Ring of Fire to the extreme. Raising his soul's level and focus, he focused not on Lawrence but on his own mind and heart.

Zzzap!

In his next move, he combined the principles of wind sword and lightning sword. His flaming divine sword shot forward, cloaked in lightning and wind. It was a speed that felt godlike

Kwaaaaaaaah!

Lawrence concentrated the energy of Reverse Sea into his grasp and deflected the divine sword enveloped in wind, lightning, and flames.

However, it didn't seem easy for him either, as a bead of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Next!"

Predicting that his sword strike would naturally be blocked, Raon incorporated the snow sword, flexible sword, and destructive sword into the Blizzard Sword Art’s Silver Cyclone.

Hwaaaaah!

A quiet yet firm sword strike extended toward Lawrence’s chest, as serene as an untouched winter snowfield.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

Lawrence crossed his left and right hands to block Raon’s new sword attack.

"How far will you go..."

He bit his lip, seemingly unnerved by the large chunks of his Reverse Sea’s energy that had disappeared.

"There’s still a long way to go."

Raon didn’t bother organizing the countless sword techniques swirling in his mind.

Like a child freely assembling a puzzle, he unleashed his sword techniques without thinking about the synergy and harmony between the principles.

A slow yet sharp sword, a heavy yet soft sword, a grand yet focused strike.

He didn’t care about efficiency or flow—various sword techniques poured out from Raon’s fingertips one after another.

This wasn’t something even a prodigy could accomplish alone. It was only possible because Lawrence accepted each of Raon’s strikes.

"Insane…."

Watching Raon unleash a barrage of supreme sword strikes, Lawrence bit his lip until it bled.

‘What in the world has this kid gained?’

The swordsmanship I’d observed over the past two months was evolving before my eyes. The sword techniques I thought I knew had changed so much that my prior experience was becoming a disadvantage.

Moreover, the depth of Raon's swordsmanship had increased, making it harder for me to block his ever-evolving techniques.
Every time I blocked Raon's sword, chunks of the Reverse Sea’s energy were drained.
At this rate, it wouldn’t be a matter of aura or stamina—the Reverse Sea might truly break under his swordsmanship.

‘That can't happen.’

For the growth of a kid like Raon, I have to become a wall. If not, I don't deserve to stand here

‘I absolutely cannot lose!’

If Raon was growing stronger, then he just needed to elevate his Reverse Sea as well. Using his Transcender energy, he pressured Raon’s entire body along with his new sword technique.

Wham!

He shattered Raon’s sword technique, and with the energy of Reverse Sea, exploded it in front of Raon’s chest.

"Gah!"

Raon spat black blood as he was thrown back, rolling across the ground.

Though his entire body trembled from the impact, he never let go of his swords.

"Haa…."

Raon slowly stood up. Despite the blood dripping from his mouth, he wore a delighted smile.

“…Are you really a monster?”

Lawrence bit his lip hard.

"Fine! Come at me as much as you want!"

"Of course."

Raon grinned and charged at Lawrence.

The two clashed dozens, then hundreds of times, as the twin swords in Raon’s hands constantly transformed.

Shiiing!

Fast and slow, strong and weak, heavy and light, precise and empty. The strikes, whose nature had become indistinguishable, sought out Lawrence’s neck.

Thwack!

Lawrence roughly pushed Raon away, grinding his teeth.

'...This won’t do.'

I have to end it here.

The flow of the Reverse Sea was starting to falter. Since he had never fought for such a long time, he was reaching his limit.

Raon was also fighting beyond his limits, and his body was breaking down. For the sake of both of them, it seemed best to finish it here.

Whoosh!

Lawrence erased the wave of fire and frost created by Raon’s divine and demonic swords and charged toward him.

Wooooong!

He spread his hands, aiming at Raon’s chest and abdomen. To counter any attack Raon might make, he gathered all the energy of the Reverse Sea into his palms.

Thump!

At the moment his vision was filled with the white mist, Raon stretched his left foot forward instead.

'I can’t block this.'

Due to the difference in aura and realm, it was impossible for his current swordsmanship to overcome the energy of Reverse Sea.

There was only one way—to erase that Reverse Sea with his own swordsmanship.

Fwooooosh!

He deactivated the Harmony of Heaven and Demon. Erasing the flame of the divine sword and the frost of the demonic sword, he revealed the silver blade of Heavenly Drive.

He emptied himself of both fire and cold energy, opening his mental world.

The path of versatile sword. As each of his own sword styles, which pursued the true versatile sword, gathered onto Heavenly Drive, they produced a golden flash.

"Whatever you do, it's too late!"

Lawrence spread the energy of the Reverse Sea in all directions as if he intended to erase any sword technique. It felt as though this very space was under his control.

Uuuuuung!

Raon swung Heavenly Drive, held in both hands, toward the pure white mist that stretched toward him like the hand of a god.

Sword Field Creation: Genesis.

The golden radiance that contained the swordsmanship of the entire world clashed with the white mist that erased all swordsmanship, causing a deafening roar to explode in all directions.

Kwoooaaawaaaang!

Following the deafening roar, as if a mountain was shattering, a massive shockwave exploded, turning the ground upside down, and everything around darkened.

"Ugh!"

Rectar frowned and extended his hand, causing the wind to blow away the black smoke that had filled the clearing.

As the dust settled, what appeared was Raon kneeling and Lawrence had one hand pressed against the ground. A tie. The last spar between the two ended in a draw.

"You damn crazy bastard..."

Lawrence gritted his teeth as if in disbelief.

"Were you trying to kill me?"

"I believed that you, Sir Lawrence, would have been able to handle it."

Raon weakly smiled and shook his head.

"You are truly insane. Even more so than the previous master of the alliance!"

Lawrence trembled his eyelids, uttering words that could be either praise or insult.

"I hear that a lot."

Raon chuckled and then collapsed to the ground.

"Thank you for going easy on me."

He said that and bowed his head to Lawrence.

"Don't give me that crap."

Lawrence furrowed his brow, lying flat on his back.

"If I had gone easy on you, would I be like this?"

He waved his hand, telling him to stop spouting nonsense.

"If Sir Lawrence had used his full strength from the start, it would have ended immediately. You gave me the chance to grow. Even at the end, you were holding back."

Raon smiled, showing he understood everything.

"Really, thank…."

"Enough. Congratulations on achieving a new level in your swordsmanship."

Lawrence lightly patted Raon’s shoulder as he spoke.

Oh? Is this your first compliment?"

"Yes, after suffering two months of torment from you, I wanted to say it first."

Lawrence blushed and turned his head away abruptly.

"Thank you."

Raon forced himself up and bowed his head to Lawrence.

"I'm deeply indebted to you."

"Indebted? You were a nuisance!"

Lawrence frowned, telling him to use the right word.

"That's true."

Raon scratched his head with a slight smile.

"By the way..."

Lawrence tilted his head as he looked at Raon.

"Have you found the clue to reach Transcendence?"

"Hmm…."

Raon didn’t answer immediately. He glanced at Lawrence, Rector, and everyone around him before looking up at the night sky, nodding.

"Yes. I think I’ve found it now."

* * *

After finishing the spar with Lawrence, Raon returned to the mansion and went straight to his room.

Having exhausted all his strength, fatigue washed over him, making it hard to stay upright.

‘How was today’s spar?’

Raon extended his hand to Wrath, who wagged his tail beside him.

You're still waaay too lacking!

Wrath brushed away Raon’s hand, declaring him still pathetic.

If that grasshopper had gone all out from the start, you wouldn't have even been able to counterattack, and while your swordsmanship has improved, the combinations were too crude. You need much more practice. Besides, you were so focused on swordsmanship that your aura movements became sluggish!

He chattered about Raon's shortcomings as if he were eating bead ice cream.

But! It’s true you’ve improved. These two months here were probably worth more than a year at Zieghart.

Wrath nodded, acknowledging Raon's rapid progress.

‘Thank you.’

Raon smiled as he recalled the shortcomings Wrath had pointed out.

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

Wrath waved his hand, telling him not to end with just words.

‘I'll buy you so much you'll burst when we get back to Zieghart.’

Raon promised, looking at his own hands.

‘As expected, there’s still much to improve.’

As his swordsmanship had grown, he needed to pay attention to the combinations accordingly, and he also had to focus on the movement of aura and his body. To reach Transcendence, there was still much to do.

By the way.

Wrath squinted and came up close.

‘Hmm?’

What clue did you find to reach Transcendence?

Wrath tilted his head, curious about Raon’s thoughts.

‘Hmm, it’s a bit embarrassing, but….’

Raon was about to answer when suddenly—

[The bud of the versatile Sword has begun to sprout.]

[All stats have increased by 20 points.]

[The rank of the trait <Evil Eye of Wrath> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Spiral Force> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Focus> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Focus> has surpassed 12 stars and evolved into a new trait...]

[A new title….]

The rewards accumulated over two months of training in the Holy Sword Alliance came all at once.

Damn it!

Wrath slammed the message and lowered his head.

This thing has the worst timing! It must be waiting to mock me…?

Wrath clenched his teeth in frustration but stopped when he saw the title.

Puhehehehe!

Wrath burst into laughter, pointing at the new title.

[New Title <Steel Leech> has been created.]

Leech! Even that damn system acknowledges your leech-like nature now!

Wrath giggled, feeling satisfied that his word had finally been proven right.

But Raon wasn’t paying attention to the title as he focused on something else.

‘Focus has evolved into a new trait?’

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