The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 797

Chapter 797

Editor: Aldbnlf

Raon slightly curled his lips while looking at Lawrence, whose face was twisted in anger.

'He's really furious.'

Well, it must have been even noisier.

Even if it wasn’t Lawrence, anyone at Master could block out sounds with aura or set up an energy barrier to cut off noise.

But no matter how much you block the sound, you can't stop the vibrations.

By clashing with the Master of the Demon General Sword and creating vibrations through the wind, Raon had expected Lawrence to burst out sooner or later.

"What in the world was that, both then and now!"

Lawrence glared at Raon, lowering his chin.

"How are you up already? I hit you so hard you should still be recovering, so why!"

"I'm just a bit sturdy."

Raon lightly tapped his chest with his fist and smiled.

'Though, of course, it did hurt.'

Just before, Lawrence had struck Raon’s solar plexus with clear intent to knock him out.

It was a force that even a Grandmaster couldn't withstand, but with his physical abilities rivaling a Transcender and the Magic Armor of Snow Flower, he could absorb the shock and endure without fainting.

This brat isn’t just a leech, he’s an iron leech.

Wrath shook his head in disbelief.

He’s annoyingly tough and doesn’t let go! He’ll cling on and suck you dry until he dries up!

Wrath ground his teeth, saying Lawrence should have avoided getting involved.

"A... a bit sturdy?"

“If it were us, we would’ve nearly crossed over to the underworld….”

The Master of the Stringed Sword and the Master of the Demon General Sword let out exasperated sighs.

“Do you have no conscience at all?”

Lawrence stepped closer to Raon, pressing his lips tightly.

“Do you think it’s acceptable to bother others just because it’s a spar? It’s so noisy I can’t live in peace!”

He yelled, practically begging Raon to get lost.

“Hm, you’re right.”

Raon acknowledged his fault with a calm nod.

“I should apologize first, then.”

“I don’t need any apology! Just disappear from my sight!”

Lawrence extended his hand, signaling for Raon to shut up and head down the mountain.

“Still, I need to apologize.”

“I said, I don’t ne—”

“No, not to you, Sir Lawrence. To my friends over there.”

Raon pointed not to Lawrence but to the old oak tree beside the cave.

A family of squirrels was poking their heads out from a hole.

Actually, since he had aimed the vibrations at the inside of the cave from the beginning, the squirrels hadn't really felt the shock.

Those little ones came out not because of the vibrations but likely due to Lawrence's shouting.

"You are the owners of this mountain, right? I'm sorry. But it'll be over soon, so please bear with it a little longer."

Raon clasped his hands and bowed toward the squirrels.

Rustle.

As soon as the squirrels met his gaze, they quickly darted back into the hole in the tree.

Ah, how wicked....

Wrath’s thick chin trembled slightly.

The King of Essence has lived a long life, but this is the first time he’s seen someone greet squirrels just to provoke someone else! Truly, the greatest madman in all dimensions!

He let out a hollow laugh, saying the number one madman in all dimensions was truly different.

“Grrrr…”

Lawrence, seeming to have lost his sanity, stood there with drool slipping from his mouth. Not even his Transcender mental strength seemed able to withstand this.

“Huh!”

"Oh, no. This is a bit..."

Even the Master of the Demon General Sword and the Master of the Stringed Sword, who had been enjoying Raon’s antics, blinked in disbelief.

“Fine! I’ll take you on right now, as you wanted!”

Grinding his teeth, Lawrence approached Raon.

“But this time, you won’t be getting up!”

His golden eyes flared, seemingly filled with wrath.

“To ignore the turn order—is there no sense of order with you?”

Raon bowed his head slightly, asking the Master of the Demon General Sword to yield his turn.

“Turns? Order? Those words are coming from your mouth?”

Lawrence yelled incredulously.

"I can't keep up with your way with words. I think I know whom you take after!"

Clicking his tongue, he vanished before Raon’s eyes. It was a ghostly footwork that erased even his presence.

‘I mustn’t rely on my eyes. Same with my aura perception.'

Lawrence’s footwork created illusions for both sight and perception. Raon needed to focus on sensing the emotion of wrath radiating from him.

‘Not from the left… but from behind!’

Ignoring Lawrence’s presence on his left, Raon spun around, locating the emotion of wrath behind him.

Hooo!

As soon as he turned, he saw Lawrence stretching out a hand elongated like a tree branch.

Swish!

Raon, having anticipated this, bent his knees and thrust Heavenly Drive forward, which he held at his chest.

Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, Thousand Flames.

Thirty-Six Crimson Slash.

The absolute sword technique that pierced in thirty-six directions in one strike imbued with the extreme speed of the swift sword.

Unlike before, Raon went all out from the start. Thirty-six crimson beams shot toward Lawrence’s vital points.

“Hmph!”

Realizing his ambush had been blocked, Lawrence raised his knife-hand with his outstretched right hand.

As the golden light that flashed in his eyes flared on his hand blade, the thirty-six sword attacks that were moving in a straight line subsided like embers.

'Even with increased speed and wind infused, it doesn't work? Then...'

Raon raised the flames of the Revolving Sky above Heavenly Drive, whose flow was stopping, and drew the Blade of Requiem with his left hand.

Whooosh!

While the Revolving Sky’s flames blocked Lawrence’s knife-hand, Raon unleashed the ultimate technique of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation through the Blade of Requiem.

A fire dragon surged over the blade, spewing a majestic breath of flame. It was the Flame Dragon Art, second to none in power.

Kuaaaaang!

The majestic flames, as if they would burn the entire mountain, surged forward, but Lawrence’s knife-hand erased them all, as if it had set up an absolute wall.

All that remained were small sparks sinking to the ground.

‘That’s….’

Raon bit his lip, watching the flames disappear.

‘This isn’t mere martial art.’

Even though he was using the Ring of Fire, he couldn't feel the sense that he could immediately imitate it. That technique seemed to be more than just martial arts, it was akin to a phenomenon.

‘I want to see more….’

As Raon was about to lift Heavenly Drive, which he had tilted downward, to keep fighting.

Whooosh!

Lawrence, moving with an even faster and more mysterious technique, closed in from the left.

‘No space to extend my sword.’

Having reacted too late, there wasn’t enough space to thrust Heavenly Drive.

Raon brought down the Blade of Requiem, imbued with cold energy.

Kuaaaang!

Lawrence, seeming to have resolved to use full power, easily erased the frost and placed his hand on Raon’s chest.

“This time, it will really hurt.”

With his low voice, a fierce impact erupted across Raon’s chest.

Boom!

Raon shot through the air like a kicked ball, crashing into the ground.

The blow had been so powerful that the surrounding ground was left deeply gouged.

“Haa…”

Lawrence frowned as he looked at his own hand, which was trembling slightly.

‘He grew again in this short time.’

Ordinary swordsmen fear having their sword techniques shattered so easily.

Even within the Holy Sword Alliance, there wasn't a swordsman who dared to challenge me to a spar.

But that brat seemed to enjoy having his swordsmanship shattered. Every time, he came at me with full force.

It was as if he didn't have the pride or fear that a swordsman should have. He was a monster, both physically and mentally.

“Th-this is too much, isn’t it?”

The Master of the Demon General Sword frowned as he looked at Lawrence.

“He’s still just a young boy!”

The Master of the Stringed Sword also bit his lip, saying that it was too harsh.

"You saw it, didn't you? That persistent brat won’t stay down unless I go this far."

Lawrence sighed briefly and brushed off his hands. Since Raon was Rector’s grandson, he held back just enough not to kill him. This time, Raon definitely wouldn’t get up.

“If he does get up again, I’ll acknowledge him. But….”

“Really?”

As if to mock him, Raon’s eyes snapped open.

“Gyaaah!”

“Gasp!”

The Master of the Demon General Sword and the Master of the Stringed Sword, who had been worried about Raon, yelped and backed away.

Their reactions were truly amusing. He now understood why Merlin always appeared in an animal's body.

“You… how did you….”

Lawrence’s golden eyes trembled as if faced with something incomprehensible.

"This time, it hurts a bit. No, quite a lot."

Raon rubbed his left chest, clicking his tongue.

“But it’s not unbearable….”

“Aaaaaargh!”

Lawrence ruffled his own hair and let out a monstrous scream.

"Are you a zombie or what! I hit your heart area with aura, so why aren't you even fainting!"

“I’m used to getting hit.”

Raon gave a faint smile as he slowly raised his upper body. The impact this time had been intense enough that he couldn’t move immediately.

“Why are you tormenting me like this! Why?”

Lawrence raised both hands as if begging for mercy.

"I'm not tormenting you, I just want to spar. Play together."

Raon calmly shook his head.

“I don’t want to play! Just leave me alone!”

He told you! He’s not a zombie, he’s a leech. He won’t let you go.

Wrath shook his head, saying it was all over once he latched on.

“You said you’d acknowledge me, so let’s do this.”

Raon raised his index finger toward Lawrence.

“W-what are you saying?”

“Spar with me once a day.”

Raon realized after clashing with Lawrence three times. His counter technique was a unique power that couldn’t be broken for now.

Rather than pointlessly clashing continuously, it seemed better to improve his swordsmanship through spar and challenge him once a day.

“O-once?”

“Yes. Once a day.”

Raon nodded, saying that was all he needed.

“Grrr….”

Lawrence bit his lip, seemingly conflicted.

“I-I have a routine, you know. Anyone who knows me understands that when my routine is disrupted, it becomes extremely difficult….”

"If you refuse, I'll keep doing as I am. I have plenty of stamina, so I could fight you day and night. I wonder how many people I should bring."

“Fine, I get it! I get it!”

In the end, Lawrence surrendered to Raon, nodding in defeat.

"The deal is sealed."

Raon smiled, stamping his hand into the air.

Is that really a deal? Feels more like blackmail.

‘I got him to agree without violence, so it’s a deal. Besides, I was the one who got hit.’

No matter how the King of Essence looks at it, that grasshopper looks like he's the one dying..

Wrath clicked his tongue in disbelief.

“…Now get out of here.”

Lawrence slumped his shoulders and waved his hand, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

“Alright. Ah!”

Raon nodded, then spoke up again.

"The spar just now happened after we made our deal, so I’ll come back tonight."

He said this with a bright smile.

“No, you… ugh!”

Lawrence, seemingly filled with rage again, clenched his jaw but then dropped his head, unable to say more.

“See you then.”

Raon bowed to Lawrence and descended the mountain with light steps.

“Oh….”

“Oooh!”

The Master of the Demon General Sword and the Master of the Stringed Sword let out sounds of admiration, as if witnessing a miracle, and followed behind Raon.

“Grr…”

Lawrence watched Raon’s departing back, his hand shaking.

‘Is this really the right way? Is this truly the best I could do? Was there no other way?’

No matter how much he racked his brain, no answer came. He should have fled the moment he encountered that guy in the village.

“Aaaaaargh!”

Lawrence screamed loud enough to shake the mountain, regretting ever accepting the first spar.

*   *   *

“Kuh…”

Martha bit her lip as she looked at the middle-aged female swordsman standing before her.

‘Strong. And it’s a trained kind of strength.’

That swordswoman not only possessed powerful swordsmanship but also pride in the swordsmanship she had mastered. She was a true swordswoman who upheld her own convictions.

‘This is going to be fun.’

There were many strong swordsmen outside, but those who had conviction in their swordsmanship were rare.

Now, she understood why this place was called the Holy Sword Alliance.

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

The middle-aged woman nodded, as if asking Martha to come at her with full strength.

“I like your attitude.”

Martha smiled brightly and raised her sword.

Boom!

The two swordswomen locked eyes, then simultaneously kicked off the ground.

Wooouung!

Martha imbued her Titan aura with the wind of the Light Wind Flow, unleashing an extremely powerful strike. A deafening roar erupted from her blade, as if tearing through space.

“Strength is good, but….”

The middle-aged woman, still smiling, extended the sword in her hand.

A small but profound light emerged from her blade. Straight and precise. An elegant sword strike, as if built upon a single conviction, collided with Martha's sword.

Kuaaaang!

Anyone could see that Martha’s strike carried the greater power.

But at the end of that clash, the one still standing was the middle-aged swordswoman.

“Ugh…”

Martha sank to the ground, biting her lip.

“It’s not difficult to endure wind that is merely strong.”

The middle-aged woman gave a small smile.

“It’s much harder to dodge a bolt of lightning aimed precisely at you.”

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

“What did you say your name was?”

Martha grabbed the woman's hand, stood up, and tilted her chin.

"Jeira."

The middle-aged woman softly smiled as she revealed her name.

"Just wait. I'll defeat you effortlessly in no time."

Contrary to her threatening words, Martha wore a fresh smile.

"I'll be waiting."

Jeira waved lightly and left.

"Are you okay?"

Burren, who had finished his spar earlier and had been watching, came up to her side.

"Rakshasa Woman. Are you hurt...?"

Runaan tilted her head with a worried look.

"Stop calling me Rakshasa Woman!"

"No."

"Ugh!"

Martha struck Runaan's head, and Runaan stepped back gracefully, using her footwork.

"Judging by your condition, you seem fine."

Burren glanced at Martha and chuckled.

"I'm fine, physically."

Martha clenched her teeth, her head hanging low.

‘I could have won….’

Jeira was indeed stronger than her, but the gap wasn’t that large.

What had determined the outcome was the level of focus and the depth of conviction built up over time.

'I should have believed in myself until the end, but in the end, it's a lack of strength.'

"You lost focus at the last moment."

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

"Huh?"

Turning her head, she saw Raon approaching, looking as if he’d applied dirt as makeup. His collar and mouth area suggested he’d even spat blood.

"What happened to you! What on earth happened?"

Martha trembled as she turned to Raon.

"Something interesting happened."

Raon smiled excitedly with his messy face.

"You look like you've been beaten a lot. Are you sure it was interesting?"

Burren frowned as he examined Raon's clothes.

“You've bathed in dust….”

Runaan tilted her head, also finding it strange.

"How did it go for you guys?"

Raon told them not to worry about him and gestured toward Burren and Runaan.

"I barely won."

Burren sighed in relief, mentioning that he could only win by a narrow margin.

"I lost…."

Runaan lowered her head heavily.

"Runaan's opponent was a peak Master level. It was close, so you did well."

Burren nodded, acknowledging that Runaan's spar was quite impressive.

"Didn’t you see? I got beaten like a dog."

Martha narrowed her brows, signaling she didn’t want to discuss it further.

"And Dorian?"

"Don’t know."

"Looked like he got dragged off somewhere…."

Martha and Burren shook their heads slowly.

"You don’t need to worry about Sir Dorian."

Mustan approached and bowed.

“Seeing him drop his sword before the spar even began, Sir Jarek decided to take him in and teach him some discipline.”

He reassured them, explaining that was a senior member of the Holy Sword Alliance and a close confidant of Rector, so there was no need for concern.

"In that case, he should be in good hands."

Even if he didn't know about the elders of the Holy Sword Alliance, a close retainer of Rector was trustworthy enough.

‘I’ll still need to check up on him later.’

Raon organized his thoughts and looked back at Burren, Martha, and Runaan.

"It might be a good idea to get used to losing here."

"Losing! No way!"

Martha shook her head quickly.

"Why do you say that?"

"The swordsmen of the Holy Sword Alliance imbue their swordsmanship with their convictions. Instead of just aiming to win, if you spar with the mindset of learning that conviction, you can reach greater heights."

Raon shared his realization with a serious look.

"I'm also prepared to lose a thousand times here."

As he said that, he looked up at the mountain where Lawrence was.

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

* * *

After finishing his spar with the Master of Demonic Sword and the Master of the Stringed Sword, Raon returned to Rector's mansion.

After completing his duties, Rector had prepared dinner himself for everyone.

He, too, was a swordsman of the Holy Sword Alliance who did his own work.

"Where is Dorian?"

"Sir Jarek took him with him. It seems he’ll be staying there for a while."

Mustan gave a slight nod.

"That habit again."

Rector chuckled knowingly.

"So, how did the spar go?"

He nodded at Raon first.

"I met someone named Lawrence. There…."

Raon recounted everything that had happened with Lawrence.

"Kuhahahaha!"

Rector couldn’t hold back, slamming the table as he burst into laughter.

"Just as I thought. I bet that guy looked hilarious."

He smacked his lips, regretting not having seen it himself.

“You, aren't you being too much?”

Burren exclaimed, exhaling in shock.

"That’s practically noise pollution, you devil!"

Martha’s chin quivered as she muttered in exasperation.

"I want to see the squirrel family…."

Runaan, wasn't interested in anything else and just wanted to see the squirrel family, licking her lips.

"No."

Rector shook his head calmly.

"Keep going. Even if he says don’t come, keep visiting him."

He patted Raon’s shoulder, saying he did well.

"He's a lonely one. Keep him company."

Rector looked at Raon with a warm gaze, as if he were proud of him.

Is that true?

Wrath shook his head in disbelief.

He looked like he was about to lose all his hair from stress....

* * *

A week had passed since Raon arrived at the Holy Sword Alliance.

During that time, he spent each day sparring with different swordsmen and, at night, went to Lawrence for a one-on-one duel.

Of course, he had never won and descended the mountain each day after getting hit on the head and chest.

However, he had learned some things during that time. Lawrence valued maintaining his daily routine and slept during the day.

He didn't look that old, so it was hard to understand how he reached Transcendence with such a lifestyle.

What's even more fascinating is his martial art.

Lawrence’s martial art takes a different path compared to the swordsmanship he knows.

If ordinary swordsmanship was created to kill the enemy, Lawrence’s swordsmanship seemed to be made to shatter the enemy's martial art. (The author emphasized Lawrence's martial art as swordsmanship here, not sure why)

"Whew...."

Raon let out a low sigh as he climbed the mountain path.

'This time, I'll break through no matter what.'

Today, he had fought ten swordsmen and elevated his swordsmanship to a higher level, which gave him a bit of confidence.

'I'm a bit early.'

It was a slightly earlier time than usual, but since the moon was up, he figured Lawrence wouldn’t be asleep.

“Sir Lawrence!”

Standing in the forest clearing where he always fought, Raon called out Lawrence's name.

Thud!

A sound of annoyed stomping echoed from inside the cave, and Lawrence slowly walked out.

The skin under his eyes was darkened, as if smeared with charcoal.

“For heaven’s sake, come on time! Why does the time change every day?"

"There's no set time for our spar, right? I just come as soon as I finish up."

Raon shrugged at Lawrence.

"You little..."

Grinding his teeth, Lawrence walked out of the cave but suddenly came to a halt.

He bit his lip as he looked at the full moon rising high into the sky.

"Wait, what's the date today... Ugh!"

Lawrence collapsed on the spot as if his legs had lost strength. A different energy and pressure began to emanate from him, distinct from anything Raon had felt before from him.

“Sir Lawrence?”

“Don’t come any closer!”

Lawrence waved his hand in front of the cave.

“Because of you, my routine was messed up, and I got the date wrong! There’s no spar today! Come back tomorrow!”

He shouted for Raon to back off and crawled further inside with trembling arms.

“Hold on, is that…?”

Raon clenched his jaw, then bolted across the clearing and stood in front of the cave.

“I said don’t come!”

“You…”

Ignoring Lawrence’s shouts, he entered the cave. Seeing the white blood flowing from Lawrence’s mouth, he rested his hand on Heavenly Drive.

“What is your relationship with the White Blood Religion's leader?”

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