The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 795

 Chapter 795

 

As soon as Raon left the alley where Rector's mansion was located, he encountered a man walking toward him, moving his arms like a scarecrow.

‘What an unusual person.’

The man was extremely tall, with long white hair completely covering his face.

The energy wave he emitted wasn't particularly strong, but it conveyed a sense of solidity.

Since he had resolved to challenge anyone he encountered, Raon immediately bowed his head.

“Are you a swordsman? Would you accept my challenge?”

“……”

The white-haired man didn’t respond right away, only staring intently at Raon’s face.

‘What’s this? Did he recognize who I am?’

You…

Just as Raon sensed that something was off, Wrath tapped his head.

Did you challenge him knowing his skill level?

‘Skill?’

Raon, furrowing his brows, looked at the white-haired man again.

‘What skills are you talking abou… huh?’

As he activated the Ring of Fire, he sensed a stirring energy wave within the man's energy center.

An immense energy that could encompass not only this alley but the entire Holy Sword Alliance was dormant within that slender body.

‘What is this…?’

A level unreachable even for himself, who had reached peak Grandmaster level. It was the energy wave of a Transcender.

‘To encounter a Transcender from the very start… should I call this luck or…?’

Raon, in the middle of arguing with Wrath about food, absentmindedly requested for a spar, only to realize afterward that his opponent was a Transcender. He couldn’t believe his own foolishness.

"Are you an outsider?"

The white-haired man's mouth opened for the first time. His tone was blunt yet slow. He seemed like a person with a laid-back personality.

"I joined the Holy Sword Alliance recently."

"And how old are you?"

"I'm in my mid-twenties."

The gleam in the white-haired man's eyes, shining through his hair, suggested he had already assessed Raon fully.

Feeling that any attempt at lying would be futile, Raon revealed his real age.

"…It truly doesn’t make any sense."

The white-haired man let out a faint sigh and shook his head in disbelief.

"So, why are you here?"

"I came to learn."

Raon responded earnestly to the second question as well.

"Is that so…."

The white-haired man nodded calmly, then raised his right hand.

"It's about time I accepted a challenge anyway, not a bad idea."

He beckoned Raon with a slight motion of his finger, inviting him to come forward.

"But you have no sword...?"

Even if he was a Transcender, fighting without a sword didn’t seem right to Raon, so his voice carried a hint of irritation.

"This is more than enough."

The white-haired man nodded, implying his hands alone would suffice.

"You’ll regret underestimating me."

"I’ve never underestimated you."

With a serene gaze, he opened his fingers.

"If that's the case…."

Raon placed his hand on the hilt of Heavenly Drive.

‘I’ll settle this in a single strike.’

He stepped forward with his left foot, thinking of having a second fight after definitely subduing him without a sword.

Kuung!

Closing the distance with the white-haired man, Raon drew Heavenly Drive.

As he attempted to strike his chest with his sword-drawing technique, a bright white flash appeared in front of his eyes.

Whooooowung!

Before he could grasp what had happened, Raon found himself flipped upside down and suspended in the air.

The white-haired man had already approached and seized him by the collar, lifting him off the ground.

'What the heck is this!'

Even though his opponent didn't use a sword, he hadn't let his guard down since the man was a Transcender.

His movements were so natural that it felt as if his collar had been in the white-haired man's hand from the very beginning.

‘Damn it.’

Instead of drawing Heavenly Drive, Raon stretched out both hands, grabbing the white-haired man's wrist.

Wham!

He exerted strength in his waist and abdominal muscles to lift the white-haired man's body in reverse.

"Hmm?"

The white-haired man furrowed his brows, clearly not expecting his own body to be lifted off the ground.

He thought that at this rate, he was at a disadvantage, so he released the hand gripping Raon’s collar and stepped back.

“Huff…”

Raon exhaled a rough breath as he descended to the ground.

“What… what did you just….”

“You’re not just an ordinary genius, are you?”

The white-haired man slightly lowered his posture and bent his fingers.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Those who rely only on their talent would have tried to draw their sword even while being lifted like that. It’d be easy to break their wrist and end it right there.”

He clicked his tongue, as if disappointed the spar couldn't last longer.

“Wrist…”

Raon straightened the front of his clothes, crumpled like a sheet of paper, and narrowed his eyes.

‘His movements were strange.’

Posture and movements that flowed like water, not matching his tall frame. That man didn't seem like a mere swordsman.

'Let’s focus on his footwork...'

The moment he thought he needed to be careful of his footwork, the white-haired man disappeared.

He reappeared not to the sides or behind but directly in front.

Whoosh!

The white-haired man’s broom-like hand surged towards Raon’s neck once more.

'I'll cut him.'

As Raon retreated to his left and prepared to draw Heavenly Drive, the white-haired man, as if predicting his move, reached out even faster and stronger.

‘It’s the same situation again!’

Facing the imminent danger of getting grabbed by the collar once more, Raon lifted his left hand, which was holding the scabbard.

Fwoooosh!

The white-haired man, as if he had anticipated that movement, stretched his hand from below and grabbed his left wrist.

Whoosh!

Raon tried to prevent being lifted by channeling his aura, but his legs suddenly lost strength, and his body rose into the air.

'What is this again?!'

But he had no time to be shocked. The white-haired man’s fist, sharp as a dagger, aimed straight for his chest.

'Defend? No, counterattack!'

The instincts honed from countless battles urged him not to defend but to counterattack. He thrust his fist imbued with Glacier’s cold energy forward.

“You have a beast-like instinct.”

The white-haired man murmured in admiration as their fists collided.

Bang!

A powerful wave erupted as the fists covered in aura clashed.

Chiiik!

However, the white-haired man’s offensive wasn’t over. He extended his long hand and grabbed the front of his clothes once again.

Whoosh!

This time, without a moment to react, Raon found his head hurtling towards the ground.

Raon tried to protect his neck and the back of his head by channeling his aura, but his body lost all strength again.

It felt as if he had sunk into deep water, where resistance was impossible.

Thud!

Raon ended up slamming his head into the ground without being able to resist.

However, just before hitting the ground, he forcibly used his shoulder strength to keep his neck straight, narrowly avoiding losing consciousness.

"This is the end..."

"Who said it's the end!"

 

The moment the white-haired man released his grip, thinking he had fainted, Raon lifted his upper body and launched a punch.

Whoosh!

Even though the white-haired man was caught off guard, he raised his palm to block the punch. However, he couldn't avoid the fierce wind that followed, which blew back the hair covering his face.

A nose sharp as a blade and brilliantly shining golden eyes.

Despite his strange actions, his appearance was striking enough to be called peerless.

“You withstood that?”

The white-haired man widened his eyes, seemingly unaware that his face had been revealed.

"It hurts, but not enough to bring me down."

Raon narrowed his brows as he pushed the white-haired man back with his fist.

"Your endurance is beast-like."

The white-haired man shook his head in disbelief.

"I'm suddenly feeling tired. Let's just call it a day, shall we?"

He clicked his tongue briefly while looking up at the sky.

“I haven’t even drawn my sword yet.”

Raon replied, tapping Heavenly Drive that was still sheathed.

“Then let’s do this.”

The white-haired man straightened his posture and raised his right hand.

“Use whatever sword technique you want. I’ll block it with one hand, and that’ll be it. How’s that?”

He signaled with his fingers, indicating that if he retreated or used both hands, he’d continue the fight to the end.

“Fine by me.”

Raon nodded. Since he hadn’t planned on ending things with the man here anyway, exchanging a few techniques would be satisfactory for now.

Shing.

Raon drew Heavenly Drive and lowered his stance. The white-haired man remained in his original position, motionless, as if inviting him to go all out.

However, his golden eyes held a deeper light than before.

‘Whatever happens, I’ll have to go all out.’

Raon moved forward with his right foot, slashing Heavenly Drive that was tilted towards the ground.

Flames rose over the sword, flowing like a river and creating a huge wave. It was the ultimate technique of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, the Flawless Sea of Fire.

Hwaaaaa!

The crimson flames, like a serpent's tongue, surged like a storm as the white-haired man's right hand extended.

Sizzle!

His hand moved like that of an orchestra conductor, and the red wave subsided, the thick flames vanishing.

Even the flow of Heavenly Drive, which was tracing the trajectory of the Flawless Sea of Fire, came to a halt.

'What in the...'

Raon's eyes widened in disbelief, and before he knew it, the edge of the white-haired man’s hand was right in front of his neck.

“That should do, right?”

The white-haired man gave a slight nod and casually dusted off his hands.

"Then."

Without any lingering attachment, he turned and headed back into the village.

'Just now...'

Raon recalled what had happened a moment ago.

'Did he erase the Flawless Sea of Fire itself?'

The white-haired man had erased both the aura and the trajectory of the Flawless Sea of Fire.

This wouldn’t have been possible unless he was intimately familiar with Raon’s technique. The whole situation left Raon baffled.

You saw correctly.

Wrath turned around and laughed.

That bamboo-like guy suppressed the entire flow of your sword technique just now. What an amusing person.

He chuckled as if he was amused by Raon being defeated.

‘Can someone truly nullify a sword technique just by watching it once?’

Do you have no conscience? Isn’t that what you do all the time?

Wrath waved his hand up and down, telling him to think from his opponent's perspective.

'Now that I think about it, you're right. Wait, so then…

Does that white-haired man have the ability to analyze other people's swordsmanship just like I use the Ring of Fire?'

Raon smacked his lips as he looked back.

Probably so. For a swordsman, he’s the worst kind of enemy….

‘That sounds fun.’

Feeling confident that continuous spar with that man would help eliminate his own weaknesses and make him stronger, a smile naturally appeared.

As the King of Essence feels it...

Wrath shook his head vigorously.

You're an even bigger pervert than that madwoman!

* * *

Boom!

The door of the Holy Sword Alliance’s master's mansion opened, and the white-haired man strode in without hesitation.

“Alliance master….”

The white-haired man entered the office where Rector was, casually seating himself on the sofa.

"What on earth did you bring?"

He furrowed his brows as if he couldn't understand.

"What are you talking about?"

Rector put down his documents and gestured with his chin.

“You must have sensed it, too.”

The white-haired man sighed and looked into Rector's calm eyes.

“Who was that monster I fought?”

"How was the child?"

“Child? I’m not sure if you can call someone moving toward completion a mere child….”

He shook his head, as if it was beyond his comprehension.

“It’s still far from complete, though.”

Rector waved his hand dismissively.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you like this, alliance master. Are you thinking of taking him as a disciple?”

"One disciple, Mustan, is enough for me. As for the child you call a monster…."

A deep smile spread across his face as he nodded.

"He's my grandson."

Unlike before, when he said he had to hide Raon’s identity, Rector revealed Raon’s true identity immediately. He seemed to trust the white-haired man.

“Huh...?”

The white-haired man's lips trembled.

“Then, could it be that he's… Edgar's…”

“That's right. He’s that guy's son.”

“What? What is all this… suddenly…”

He clutched his forehead, unable to make sense of the situation.

"I'll explain everything to you soon enough."

Rector lowered his hand, indicating he should wait a little longer.

"The grandson of the alliance master and the son of Edgar, huh. Now I understand where that talent comes from."

The white-haired man nodded heavily, as if he finally understood.

"My grandson is quite special."

Rector smiled slightly, seemingly pleased by the praise of Raon.

“Though I didn’t expect you’d immediately use the Reverse Sea.”

“That was just because it was a hassle… Wait, you were pretending not to know, but you knew everything!”

The white-haired man frowned at Rector.

“Ahem! So, how was it sparring with my grandson?”

Rector diverted the conversation by asking about the spar.

“He used highly refined swordsmanship. However, his attempt to make a new shift within the Reverse Sea… was ridiculous."

He bit his lip, as if that part had surprised him the most.

“He’s a beast of a kid, I’ll give him that.”

He shook his head, clearly not interested in facing someone like Raon again.

"Well, we probably won't run into each other again."

The white-haired man dismissed any interest, waving his hand before heading toward the mansion's kitchen.

He filled a cloth bag with food and returned to the office.

"Since I played with the alliance master’s grandson, I can take this much, right?"

The white-haired man wiggled his fingers as if saying goodbye and turned to leave.

“Lawrence.”

The white-haired man halted abruptly as Rector called his name.

"My grandson's true talent isn't martial arts, nor is it swordsmanship."

Rector shook his head with a soft smile.

“You’d better be prepared.”

Rector turned away, resuming his review of the documents as if he'd said all he needed.

“Hmph…”

Lawrence snorted, glancing at Rector briefly before stepping outside.

“I didn’t expect to meet him this soon, but… well…”

As soon as the mansion’s door closed, Rector’s lips curled into a smile.

"This is going to get interesting."

*   *   *

"Wow, you held your ground well! It's the first time I've seen anyone last so long after meeting Lawrence!"

The black-haired old man clapped, finding it all beyond his expectations.

“To think you didn’t fall for that shady guy’s plan—your combat instincts are extraordinary!”

The red-haired old man laughed heartily, nodding in agreement.

"Who might you two be...?"

Raon blinked as he looked at the two elderly men blocking his path.

He had been reviewing the spar he just had with the white-haired man, but at some point, these two had appeared before him.

"Ah, I’m the Masters of Sword. The Master of the Demon General Sword. And this guy here..."

"I’ll introduce myself. I am the Master of the Stringed Sword."

The black-haired old men and the red-haired old men introduced themselves as the Master of the Demon General Sword and the Master of the Stringed Sword.

‘Aren't they members of the Senators?’

Judging by the intense energy wave and their age, he had assumed they were with the Senators, but it turned out they were actually active Masters of Sword.

However, he hadn’t heard of either of them before.

"You came with the alliance master, right?"

"Yes."

Raon nodded, sheathing Heavenly Drive.

"Did you swear loyalty to the Holy Sword Alliance? Who are the kids you brought with you? How far have you progressed in your swordsmanship?"

The red-haired old man fired off questions without pausing for answers.

"Why are you covering your face and hair? Are you someone famous? Can’t you tell us your name?"

Not to be outdone, the black-haired old man joined in with his own barrage of questions.

"Ah, no, I haven’t sworn loyalty..."

Raon was just about to answer the first question when he heard soft footsteps approaching from behind.

It was the white-haired man he had sparred with a short while ago. Just like before, he had his face obscured by his hair and carried a cloth bag as he approached.

"Uhm..."

"Ahem..."

The Master of the Demon General Sword and the Master of the Stringed Sword closed their chattering mouths, looked elsewhere, and started whistling and clearing their throats.

"…Stop talking nonsense."

The white-haired man scowled at the two elders as if warning them, glanced briefly at Raon, and then climbed up the mountain.

Watching him leave, Raon felt a sudden urge to spar with the man once more.

"Who is that person?"

"Him? That bastard!"

The red-haired old man frowned as he looked at the white-haired man's back.

"Lawrence, that ungrateful wretch! We openly trained him, but now that he's become a bit stronger, he's turned into a tyrant and only causes trouble!"

The black-haired old man ground his teeth in agreement.

“His name is Lawrence, huh.”

Raon smacked his lips. It was both an unfitting and fitting name for his appearance, which made him chuckle.

"Don’t be fooled by the name, he’s an evil bastard!"

"Exactly! When we’re fooling around, he yells at us for being too noisy and even throws us around! And not just during spar— he goes nuts even if we're just having a little argument!"

The red-haired old man shook his head, calling him a madman.

He’s garbage! Even the demon king wouldn’t mess with someone while they’re eating!

‘The demon king would kill anyone who disturbed him…’

Raon shook his head, then suddenly stopped.

'If you make noise, he’ll throw you...'

An idea struck him, and he looked up.

"Where do you two usually spar?"

"Halfway up the back mountain. It's near that damned guy's cave, but there’s no better place."

The black-haired old man clicked his tongue, saying it was the perfect place to spar.

"Enough about that guy. How about sparring with me?"

The red-haired old man rubbed his hands together, eager for a match.

"No! I’m first!"

The black-haired old man ground his teeth, accusing him of cutting in line.

"......"

Raon raised his hand, watching the two elders growl at each other.

"I’ll spar with both of you. But..."

He looked up at the back mountain, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Could you do me a small favor in return?"

* * *

Thunk.

Lawrence put down the cloth bag containing food inside the cave where he lived and straightened his back.

'The son of Edgar, huh…'

He looked at the hand that had clashed with Raon’s sword earlier, narrowing his eyes.

‘There’s definitely something different about him.’

To think he tried to counter the Reverse Sea Art in that brief moment—it was an extraordinary ability beyond mere talent.

‘And yet, Rector said that martial arts aren’t even his real talent?’

Rector had said that his grandson’s true talent lay outside of martial arts. Lawrence couldn’t help but feel a surge of curiosity about what that might be.

'No. Doesn’t matter.'

It was none of his business. He wasn’t leaving this place, so it didn’t matter what talents that kid had.

Having moved his body for the first time in a while, he lay down on the bed of branches he’d made to take a nap.

Just as he was about to try to sleep, the ground shook violently, and waves of aura began to explode from all directions

"Urgh..."

Frowning, Lawrence sat up.

"Those old men. I told them not to fight here. Were they going deaf in their old age? No matter how many times I had told them, they just wouldn’t listen."

Annoyed, he rushed out of the cave, only to find there was one more person besides the two old men.

"Why are you...?"

To his surprise, Raon was clashing swords with the Master of the Stringed Sword.

"What a coincidence."

Raon smirked and tilted his head.

"How about we exchange a few more moves while we're at it?"

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