The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 796

 Chapter 796

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“…What are you doing right now?”

The thin white hair covering Lawrence's face trembled slightly. He seemed flustered by the unexpected situation.

“I am sparring with the Master of the Stringed Sword.”

Raon shrugged, pointing at the Master of the Stringed Sword.

“What I’m asking is, why are you sparring here?”

Annoyance seeped into Lawrence’s low voice. Raon had heard he disliked noise, and it seemed true.

“I thought if the Master of the Stringed Sword and I fought, the village might turn into a mess, so I came over here.”

Raon offered a fitting excuse on the spot with a small smile.

“You didn’t follow me?”

“It is merely a coincidence.”

He calmly shook his head, claiming it was a misunderstanding.

Aren't you following him!

Wrath frowned as if in disbelief.

The King of Essence insides are churning! Why is your acting skill improving more than your swordsmanship?

Wrath waved his hand, telling him to quit being a swordsman and join a theater troupe instead.

“Since we’ve met again by fate, would it be possible for me to request a rematch with Sir Lawrence?”

Raon extended his hand with a broad smile.

“Of course, that would be after my spar with the Master of the Stringed Sword.”

“Hey, old men.”

Without answering Raon, Lawrence turned his sharp gaze towards the Master of the Stringed Sword and the Master of the Demon General Sword.

“I surely told you not to say unnecessary things.”

Thick veins bulged on the back of his hand. He seemed genuinely angry.

“A-ah, no!”

“Y-yeah! We were just….”

“All I did was ask your name.”

Raon shook his head while standing in front of the Master of the Stringed Sword.

“I need to know who I lost to, don’t I?”

“Hmm….”

Lawrence had nothing to say to that and clicked his tongue briefly.

“Fine, but go somewhere else.”

He waved his hand, telling them to disappear from here.

“So, what will you do about the spar?”

Raon curled his lips provocatively.

“It’ll be a bit different than last time.”

He wasn't just bluffing. Now that he knew what kind of swordsmanship style Lawrence used, he wouldn't be easily defeated like the first time.

“…I’m not interested.”

Lawrence lowered his chin slowly.

“Challenges are meant to be taken only once a month. I've already met my quota because of you, so there’s no reason to fight. Now, leave.”

Turning his back, he instructed Raon to leave the mountain.

“Why should I?”

Raon shrugged as he looked at Lawrence.

“What?”

Lawrence stopped, his fingertips trembling.

“What did you just say….”

“This mountain and land don’t belong to Sir Lawrence, do they?”

Raon spread his arms and lightly stomped his foot.

“This is a place that everyone in the Holy Sword Alliance can share. Isn’t it wrong to chase us out at your whim?”

According to Rector’s words, the Holy Sword Alliance hasn't been settled here for long.

Even in terms of land ownership, it technically belonged to the alliance master, so Raon’s argument was hard to dispute.

“That, that’s right! That’s correct! This mountain doesn’t have an owner!”

The Master of the Demon General Sword quickly nodded his head.

“Even if it had an owner, it’d be the alliance master’s land, not this ghostly guy’s!”

The Master of the Stringed Sword, as if releasing his frustration, quickly moved his lips.

“How dare someone not even affiliated with the Holy Sword Alliance….”

“But I am affiliated with the Holy Sword Alliance.”

Raon gritted his teeth and showed a badge engraved with a single sword slash to Lawrence.

He straightened his back confidently, having received it directly from Rector, the alliance master.

“Hmm….”

Lawrence bit his lip, then pointed to his cave higher up on the mountain.

“I, since I settled here first, I have the rights to this land….”

“Huh? Then, wouldn’t over there come first?”

Raon pointed to a hole on an old oak tree by the cave.

“You know squirrels live in there, right? Judging roughly, they've been living there for years. Wouldn't the rights belong to them first?”

“You….”

Lawrence bit his lip as if lost for words.

“That’s also true! The squirrels come first!”

The Master of the Demon General Sword clapped his hands loudly.

“But as long as they’re cute, that’s all that matters!”

The Master of the Stringed Sword burst into a refreshing laugh upon seeing Lawrence’s crumpled expression.

These childish humans….

Wrath shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it.

‘They say getting older makes you bicker like children.’

Raon gave Wrath a slight grin. In situations like this, there was no point in reasoning—acting childishly was far more effective.

“Krrr…”

Lawrence glared at Raon, raising his finger.

‘Is he relying on the backing of the alliance master? No, that’s not it.’

For a moment, he thought Raon was acting up because of his status as the alliance master’s grandson, but one look in his eyes showed that wasn’t the case.

‘He genuinely wants to fight me.’

The kid’s eyes were blazing with determination. He was full of thoughts of challenging me and winning.

“So, the spar….”

“I refuse.”

Lawrence shook his head firmly.

‘I won’t go along with this brat’s whims.’

Apart from it being bothersome, he also hated breaking his routine.

At this time, he was supposed to sleep, so he had no intention of spar.

“Do as you please.”

Lawrence turned his back resolutely and headed back towards his cave.

“Amazing!”

“To see that arrogant guy not even able to speak and run away!”

The Master of the Demon General Sword and Master of the Stringed Sword breathed sighs of relief as if a weight had been lifted from their chests.

“Haa….”

In contrast to the two old men, Raon let out a regretful sigh.

‘What a pity.’

Lawrence had almost fallen for the provocation but regained his composure at the last moment. He truly had the mentality of a Transcender.

‘But there’s no need to be disappointed.’

This was only the beginning.

Based on Lawrence’s reaction, it was clear he disliked noise. Just a little more provocation, and Raon would achieve his goal.

He's really messed with the wrong person.

Wrath clasped his hands as he gazed at the cave Lawrence entered.

May you rest in peace, you foolish grasshopper.

He shook his head, lamenting Lawrence's unfortunate fate.

‘It’s not that bad.’

Waving his hand lightly, Raon approached the Master of the Stringed Sword again.

“Shall we resume the spar, then?”

“Uh, is it really okay to do it?”

The Master of the Stringed Sword clicked his tongue, glancing nervously at the cave.

“…If he comes out, I’ll handle it, so don’t worry.”

Raon gently smiled as he raised Heavenly Drive.

“If you’re scared, back off! I’ll do it!”

The Master of the Demon General Sword beckoned as if telling him to come forward.

“What nonsense! How could I possibly be scared of that ghostly guy?”

The Master of the Stringed Sword shook his head, looking embarrassed, and stood in front of Raon.

“Let’s begin.”

“Yes.”

The two swordsmen began the spar again by lightly clashing their swords.

Boom!

Raon stepped forward with swift footwork and unleashed the Crimson Slash.

“Good!”

The Master of the Stringed Sword let out a satisfied smile as he brought down the greatsword he had raised overhead.

Hooouuuu!

It was heavy. Just overwhelmingly heavy. The immense energy wave created by the harmonized principles of heavy sword and powerful sword was crushing his body and soul.

‘This is insane!’

The Master of the Stringed Sword was an eccentric who trained only in heavy sword and powerful sword, even though he had reached peak Grandmaster level.

A chill ran down Raon’s spine at the passion and obsession behind this dedication.

‘I should dodge… no.’

Here, he had to face it.

The reason he came to the Holy Sword Alliance wasn’t to gain experience in spar but to become stronger.

Not to find a way to win, but to collide, clash, break, and harden further.

Wooouuuung!

Raon, who had been stepping back, extended his leg forward, unleashing the Heavenly Heavy Cannon atop the blade of Heavenly Drive.

Kuwaaang!

As the two swords, in which the principle of heavy sword was condensed to the extreme, collided, the ground shook, and a brown storm soared.

“Huff…”

Raon was pushed back ten steps, biting his lip.

‘As expected, it’s not enough.’

Though they were both Grandmasters, the Master of the Stringed Sword had dedicated his entire life to training with the principles of heavy sword and powerful sword, so it was natural for Raon to be pushed back.

“You withstood that? Head-on?”

The Master of the Stringed Sword’s mouth fell open in disbelief. His eyes sparkled with determination as if he had found a worthy opponent.

“I didn’t come here to run away.”

Raon shook his head, expressing his current feelings.

“After fighting a guy who always runs, facing a real swordsman makes my blood boil!”

The Master of the Stringed Sword’s face flushed red as he clenched his fist tightly.

"Wh-what's wrong with dodging! It's all strategy! Strategy!"

The Master of the Demon General Sword quickly shook his head as if feeling personally attacked.

“Let’s continue before the thrill fades!”

With a broad grin, the Master of the Stringed Sword charged forward.

“Alright.”

Raon nodded, advancing directly toward him.

Just as Rector had said, he confronted the conviction of an old swordsman who had built himself up solely through the heavy sword.

Kuwaaaaang!

As Heavenly Drive and the greatsword collided, the impact this time was even stronger than before, sweeping across the surroundings.

Trees shook from their roots, and the river surged upward as if flowing backward.

But this time, Raon only retreated nine steps and managed to straighten his back.

“Huh?”

The Master of the Stringed Sword widened his eyes, sensing a change.

“Your sword seems to have gotten heavier?”

“Not yet.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

“I still need to become stronger.”

*   *   *

Kuuuuung!

Lawrence gritted his teeth, covering his head.

‘Damn it.’

He could use aura to block the sound, but he couldn’t block the tremors coming from the ground.

The tremors from the earth grew so intense it was difficult even to lie down properly.

‘Why the hell are they fighting with heavy sword!’

A typical spar wouldn’t be this noisy, but those damned guys were having a heavy sword spar, making the mountain shake as if it was going to collapse.

It made sense that the Master of the Stringed Sword, who trained solely in the heavy sword, would fight this way, but he couldn’t understand why that young brat was also using the heavy sword.

‘If I’d known this would happen, I would have… hm?’

Biting his lip, Lawrence turned his gaze outside the cave.

‘The clashes are getting stronger.’

The alliance master’s grandson’s heavy sword was gradually growing stronger, and with each strike, the tremor intensified.

Unlike at the start, when he was helplessly overpowered, he was gradually keeping up with the Master of the Stringed Sword's offense.

‘Huh….’

Could it be that he's not a monster nearing completion, but one that's only just beginning?

It seemed like he had completely surpassed the value of the talent he once thought he had.

He couldn't believe such a human existed.

'And there's something even greater than that talent?'

Rector had said that his true talent wasn’t in martial arts, but I couldn’t think of it as anything but a lie.

'I admit he's impressive, but…'

Still, he wouldn't leave. He had routines and pride to uphold.

Even if he couldn't sleep, he had no intention of leaving his bed.

‘Seems like I'm getting used to the tremors too.’

As he synchronized his body with the trembling of the earth, he began to feel only a faint tremor.

Feeling like he might be able to sleep now, he slowly closed his eyes.

Kuwaaaang!

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, feeling heavy and drowsy, a different kind of tremor suddenly struck his back.

"Aaargh!"

Lawrence finally couldn’t endure it any longer and rushed outside.

*   *   *

“Ack!”

The Master of the Stringed Sword immediately lowered his sword and backed away upon seeing Lawrence.

Raon clicked his tongue, watching the Master of the Stringed Sword’s reaction.

‘It’s understandable.’

Although he didn’t know the exact method, Lawrence had the power to erase sword attacks themselves, so it was natural for swordsmen to fear him.

'That's why I want to defeat him even more.'

Lawrence was already a Transcender monster, meaning there was nothing Raon could do now to defeat him.

But he didn’t want to lose when it came to swordsmanship.

“You came out again? Going to the bathroom?”

Raon grinned widely, tilting his chin slightly.

“……”

With rough steps, Lawrence approached him, as if he had lost his reason.

‘This means he wants to fight.’

Whether he had lost his reason or was sincere, it was an opportunity for him to spar.

Chiiiiing!

Raon lowered his stance. Planting his left foot firmly, he thrust Heavenly Drive toward Lawrence.

The blade scattered like a phantom, flickering in silver. This was Raon’s self-created sword technique, the Sword’s Silvery Dream.

Hwaaak!

Lawrence raised his right hand in a knife-hand strike. The moment his hand blade drew a small circle, the aura forming the Sword’s Silvery Dream vanished, and the sword’s flow halted.

In that moment, Raon’s eyes flashed in realization.

'Just as I thought, it's a counter.'

That bizarre flow Lawrence was displaying was dismantling his sword technique and erasing his aura. It was an alien power he hadn't seen before.

'If that's the case…'

Time for a change!

Thanks to sparring with the Master of the Stringed Sword, Raon's proficiency with the heavy sword and powerful sword increased, enabling him to unleash the new Sword's Silvery Dream.

Instead of a flow to deceive the opponent, a wave as intense as a nightmare burst forth.

“Hm!”

A fierce wind rose, blowing Lawrence's white hair back and revealing his golden eyes. They burned with an even deeper light than before.

Fwaaaah!

As Lawrence twisted his hand blade once more, even the new version of the Sword’s Silvery Dream lost its strength and scattered.

‘It wasn't just a one-time counter?’

As Raon stood there, dumbfounded with his mouth open, Lawrence unleashed his pent-up anger by punching him in the solar plexus with his clenched fist.

“Guh!”

Raon, unable to withstand the impact, rolled across the ground and fell into a stream.

"You won't be able to get up for a while. You must be satisfied, so just get lost."

Muttering that it was now over, Lawrence didn’t look back as he returned to his cave.

“H-hey!”

“Are you alright?”

The Master of the Stringed Sword and the Master of the Demon General Sword rushed over to Raon, alarmed.

Hmmm….

Ignoring Raon, Wrath recalled the golden glow in Lawrence’s eyes.

Is that guy not human?

Wrath clicked his tongue, saying he seemed strangely familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

“I-I’m fine.”

Raon wiped the blood dripping from his mouth and shook his head.

“Didn’t I tell you? That bastard is a ghost that devours swordsmanship! It’s better not to fight him!”

“Indeed. Unless you reach a higher realm, there’s no way to win!”

The two old men each grabbed one of Raon’s arms, urging him to avoid fighting Lawrence in the future.

“You’re right.”

Raon nodded calmly. Watching Lawrence erase even his second sword technique, he realized that it wasn’t an ordinary power.

Especially, he felt a strange power in Lawrence's golden eyes

"He seems really irritated, so let's just go down. That guy is truly scary!"

Perhaps having grown attached to Raon through the spar, the Master of the Stringed Sword seemed genuinely concerned for him.

"That sounds good, but...."

Raon smirked and beckoned to the Master of the Demon General Sword.

“Master of the Demon General Sword, you should stretch your body a bit too.”

*   *   *

“Now, things should be more peaceful.”

Lawrence lay back down on his bed and exhaled a shallow breath.

‘Even if he wants to, he won’t be able to move.’

When he struck Raon earlier, he caused a strong shock to his solar plexus.

He wouldn't be able to move his limbs properly, let alone his aura, so it should be quiet for a while

‘With my mind at ease, I’m feeling drowsy.’

Lawrence felt the approaching sleep and lowered his eyelids. Just as he was slowly about to fall asleep....

Fweeeing!

Kyaaaang!

From outside the cave came the sound of wings buzzing like a fly and the clashing of swords.

Smack!

Lawrence jumped up and looked outside the cave.

‘No… it can’t be….’

The moment he released his aura perception, he knew. It was him. That monster was now sparring with the Master of the Demon General Sword.

‘How…?’

Whether it was his body or his aura, he shouldn’t be able to move properly for a while.

He couldn’t believe that he had already started sparring again.

‘I don’t know….’

I don’t know either!

Lawrence closed his eyes again, blocking his ears with aura.

But this time, it wasn’t the ground that shook—it was the air itself that vibrated, causing tremors in the air. His head throbbed as if it were ringing.

“So that was his true talent!”

Lawrence, finally unable to bear it any longer, grabbed his disheveled hair and jumped out.

*   *   *

Raon clicked his tongue while exchanging swords with the Master of the Demon General Sword.

‘This person was the complete opposite.’

Whereas the Master of the Stringed Sword focused on heaviness and strength, the Master of the Demon General Sword was a swordsman who immersed himself in speed.

If he closed his eyes even for a moment, his head would fly off. The intense speed of the Master of the Demon General Sword’s strikes bore down on Raon’s very soul.

Wooouuung!

Just as he had done with the Master of the Stringed Sword, Raon imbued the principles of swift sword and wind sword on top of the flow of the Fangs of Insanity to clash head-on with the Master of the Demon General Sword.

Kyaaang!

It wasn’t heavy like before, but the speed of the strikes was so fast that blades of wind spread in all directions.

‘Fast….’

Though the Master of the Demon General Sword’s strikes were indeed faster than his own, they weren’t beyond what he could handle.

With a mindset focused on learning, Raon advanced forward.

Kyakakakang!

In less than a second, dozens of sword exchanges collided. The clanging of metal resounded continuously, producing a noise like thousands of birds chirping

Chiiiiing!

As his concentration heightened, he felt his sword moving faster and faster.

"You! You have quite a knack for the swift sword!"

The Master of the Demon General Sword laughed joyfully, and unleashed even faster strikes.

'It's not simply wrapping wind around swift sword.'

The sword must ride the wind.

While gaining a small enlightenment and exchanging swords with the Master of the Demon General Sword...

Kuwaaang!

Lawrence landed with a powerful stomp, crushing the ground as he descended from midair.

"Are you really insane?"

Lawrence widened his eyes in disbelief.

To call him really insane! How rude!

Wrath shook his head in disagreement.

This brat is the greatest madman in all dimensions!

“I hear that quite often.”

Raon grinned slightly, tilting his head.

“How about a match after the spar?”

“Grrrrr!”

Lawrence’s face crumpled, like a piece of paper crushed by hand.

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