The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 827

 Chapter 827

 

“Bishops, what are you doing?”

At the call of the Second Apostle, the White Blood Religion’s archbishops and bishops revealed their faces and stepped forward.

Their bloody energy was on a different level than that of ordinary white blood fanatics, adorned in robes etched with blood lines.

“Kill the brats!”

At her gesture, the archbishops and bishops, their gazes icy and fierce, stomped the ground.

Wooong!

The bloody magic spells blooming from the hands of the archbishops and bishops turned into lightning and poured down upon the heads of the Light Wind swordsmen.

Sssssss!

From the Black Tower, three vice floor master-level mages walked out, clasping their hands together.

Sinister demonic energy rose behind them like a black wave, crashing down toward the Light Wind swordsmen.

“How dare you!”

Rimmer stepped forward, a refreshing smile on his face, positioning himself before the swordsmen.

Swish!

The green wind blooming from his sword sliced through the bloody spells hurtling toward the Light Wind swordsmen, shattering them completely.

“You shall not pass.”

Rabawin strode forward with heavy steps and swung his sword upward. A thunderous roar echoed as if the sky itself had split, and the black wave attempting to destroy the Light Wind’s formation shattered.

"I guess I don’t need to step in."

Rabawin took a step back to protect the relatively weaker Azure Wind’s crew.

"Annihilate them all!"

Martha, as if she had already forgotten that she nearly died to the Second Apostle earlier, stepped forward again, beheading a white blood fanatic.

"They are unnecessary for the prosperity of the world! Do not hold back your hands! Show no mercy!"

Burren encouraged the Light Wind swordsmen while following closely behind Martha to maintain the sword formation so she wouldn't be isolated.

“Focus more on defense than offense….”

Runaan, instead of joining Martha and Burren at the front, held the center of the formation, protecting swordsmen who were in dangerous situations.

Boom!

The Light Wind swordsmen also unleashed sharp energy waves as they relentlessly cut through the white blood fanatics and Black Tower’s mages.

“Kraaaah!”

“Graaah!”

“H-How are these young brats…”

The white blood fanatics and Black Tower’s mages were driven back, unable to mount a counterattack, overwhelmed by the Light Wind division's fearless charge.

The gap in martial prowess was significant, but the difference in morale was even greater.

"How dare you come this far! The apostle is right here!"

A red-haired white blood fanatic, appearing to be an archbishop, shouted with a cracked voice, seemingly flustered by the Light Wind swordsmen’s fearlessness despite the Second Apostle’s presence.

“What’s there to be scared of when I have someone guarding my back?”

Martha pressed even harder against the White blood fanatics, declaring her trust in Raon.

“I-It’s a little scary… No, very scary, but I trust that the division leader will protect us.”

Dorian briefly glanced at Raon and gave a small nod.

“Indeed.”

Raon tilted his chin toward the Second Apostle, whose eyes were trembling.

“I’ll say it again. Your opponent is me. Don’t look elsewhere.”

He raised Heavenly Drive, aiming at the center of the Second Apostle’s forehead, as if provoking her.

“Haaa….”

The Second Apostle exhaled deeply, letting her arms hang down.

“I didn’t think insects who boast with such petty power could be this disgusting.”

A white, chilling bloody energy began emanating from her feet, sending a shiver down the spine. Just looking at it felt as though one’s heart was being squeezed.

‘So, this is when it truly begins.’

Raon exhaled softly, wiping the smile from his face.

‘I heard her strength fluctuates wildly, but her energy surpasses even Lawrence’s.’

It’s safe to assume she’s a Transcender.

Though the Second Apostle did not acknowledge it, she was followed by the moniker Witch of Fluctuation—a peculiar title given to her because her martial power varied from advanced Grandmaster to Transcendence depending on her condition that day.

In reality, no matter how much fluctuation there is, it’s impossible for a Grandmaster to display Transcender-level power.

In other words, it seemed more accurate to accept that the Second Apostle is a Transcendent who sometimes experiences moments of weakness.

"As you wish, I'll take your head first."

The Second Apostle clenched her fist and vanished into a mist of white smoke.

‘Where….’

Before Raon could even turn his gaze, her fist was already rushing in from his right.

Thwack!

Raon pivoted on his left foot, rotating his body and raising his sword. Using the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation’s FireWall, a wall of flames formed to block the Second Apostle's fist.

Bang!

A fierce shockwave blasted Raon back five steps, while the Second Apostle staggered three steps before bending her knees slightly.

“Ha?”

She exhaled in disbelief, as if unable to accept that she had been pushed back.

“How can a mere Grandmaster….”

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at Raon, shocked that he had blocked and countered her attack.

“It’s troublesome if you’re already surprised.”

Raon smirked as he drew the Blade of Requiem with his left hand.

“I’ve got a lot more to show.”

Stabbing the Blade of Requiem and Heavenly Drive into the ground, he connected his mind to his mental world.

Sword Field Creation—Harmony of Heaven and Demon.

He grabbed the divine sword forged by the sun and the demonic sword forged by the moon in each hand, tilting his chin upward.

"No matter what petty tricks you try, they’ll be meaningless."

The Second Apostle's eyes blazed bright red, and behind her, white wings made of white bloody energy sprouted.

“I’ll show you what the realm of Transcendence is!”

As she spread her wings of bloody energy, she disappeared without leaving even an afterimage.

Whoosh!

Raon narrowed his eyes, trying to track the vanished Second Apostle's presence.

‘Even in the sword field state, she’s hard to track.’

Even while resonating with the Ring of Fire and using the Perception of the Snow Flower, he couldn’t pinpoint her location.

The Second Apostle is now in a realm far faster than his.

Whoosh!

While spreading his aura perception in all directions, the Second Apostle’s fist pierced through space, aiming straight for his left chest, it seemed she intended to smash his heart along with his ribs.

‘Rather than blocking, it’s better to attack!’

Raon gave up on defense and slashed the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation’s Revolving Sky at her incoming fist.

Fwoooosh!

Flames spinning like the wheels of a carriage collided head-on with the Second Apostle's fist.

Kwaaaaaang!

Orange sparks, formed by the collision of fire and bloody energy, scattered in all directions as both Raon and the Second Apostle stepped back three steps each.

‘Her power is strong, but….’

Raon glanced at his slightly trembling divine sword, clicking his tongue.

‘It’s not on the level of her speed.’

The destructive power of his martial art was superior while he had the sword field activated.

However, even if he gave it his all, he didn’t think he could keep up with the Second Apostle’s speed.

‘So, her true ability is that speed.’

Raon had heard that the Second Apostle was like a brawler who overpowered her opponents with raw strength, but this was the complete opposite.

She flaunted absolute speed, avoiding recklessness and maintaining her distance like a strategist rather than a brawler.

‘If I can’t catch her, I’ll make her come to me….’

As he pondered how to handle her, a surge of immense bloody energy emerged from behind him.

‘Damn!’

He tried to turn, but her fist was already coming.

‘I can’t avoid this.’

Raon moved his elbow backward, activating the Magic Armor of the Snow Flower to intercept her strike.

Bang!

Pain exploded through his arm, and he was hurled forward. Though his bones weren’t broken, the shock rattled even his head.

Whoosh!

As he regained his stance, a pale fist shot toward him. The Second Apostle had already moved in and launched another attack.

Clang!

Raon slammed the demonic sword into the fist, deflecting it.

Splat!

The bloody energy around her fist grazed his face, tearing the flesh on his cheek.

Sizzle!

Raon suppressed the pain and thrust the divine sword, but she had already retreated, yawning mockingly.

'She's even faster now...?'

He could confidently say that his perception with the Ring of Fire was superior to anyone else’s, yet, strangely, he couldn’t track the Second Apostle’s movements.

She seemed to have become even faster than before.

You’re not mistaken.

Wrath nodded calmly.

That vampire wench is becoming faster as the fight drags on.

He frowned, as if sensing that she still wasn’t using her full power.

‘Then I won’t be able to catch her even with the Dancing Sword.’

Though his Dancing Sword was fast, it wasn’t refined enough to keep up with the Second Apostle.

‘Then it’s better to keep it hidden.’

The fact that he could use the Dancing Sword was not known to the White Blood Religion or the Black Tower.

Rather than using it clumsily and increasing their vigilance, it was wiser to save it for the final moment.

"Where did your initial composure go?"

The Second Apostle brushed her hair back and tilted her chin.

“It’s too late for regrets now.”

She smiled coldly, as if the outcome had already been decided.

“You’ll die without even seeing my face.”

Spreading her wings of bloody energy, the Second Apostle rushed forward.

The moment he saw a pale afterimage, her fist was already flying toward Raon’s abdomen.

'She's definitely too fast for me to handle, but...'

Raon lowered his stance, the corner of his lips twisting upward.

‘Strangely, I don’t feel like I’m going to lose.’

*   *   *

"Humph."

The Second Apostle smirked as she watched Raon narrow his body to reduce the target area.

‘Unlucky for him to challenge me today.’

The white blood fanatics of the White Blood Religion were stronger at night than during the day, but she was even more special.

Like tonight, when the full moon rose, she could exert her maximum power, making her feel invincible.

Especially when her opponent was a mere brat who was clearly weaker than her.

Even if his swordsmanship was powerful enough to rival a Transcender’s, the overwhelming difference in speed made this nothing short of a walk in the park.

Thud!

The Second Apostle swung her fist toward Raon’s waist with a smug smile.

He reacted late and swung his sword, but she was already retreating.

'I'll make it so you can't move at all!'

Feigning an attack to his left shoulder, she suddenly twisted around and aimed for his thigh.

Wham!

Though Raon’s sturdy body kept him from falling, his expression darkened, clearly shaken by the impact.

‘This is the end.’

To finish him off, the Second Apostle thrust her fist toward his neck.

As she aimed to pierce his throat, Raon twisted his body naturally, deflecting her fist as if he had anticipated it.

Bang!

The Second Apostle flew backward like a stone kicked into the air.

“What?”

Her jaw trembled as she watched Raon calmly steady his stance.

‘He saw that?’

She had moved faster than ever before, yet her attack was blocked.

‘No, it was luck. He couldn’t have seen it, so he couldn’t have blocked it!’

Thinking it was luck, she once again thrust her fist toward Raon's vital point.

Shiiing!

Raon perfectly blocked her strike aimed at his solar plexus by raising his demonic sword diagonally.

Kugugugugu!

The Second Apostle skidded back, leaving deep footprints in the sand.

Her eyes trembled like waves struck by a storm.

“What is this…?”

Her lips quivered as she glared at Raon.

“How did you—!”

“I told you.”

Raon tilted his head while holding the divine and demonic swords.

“I still have a lot to show you.”

“Shut that mouth!”

The Second Apostle’s eyes gleamed murderously as she stomped on the ground, leaving her footprints behind, and charged forward.

*   *   *

Clang!

Raon twisted his blade while blocking the Second Apostle’s rising fist from the lower left.

Using the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation's Crimson Slash, a single line of flame sliced through the air, narrowly grazing the Second Apostle’s shoulder as it passed.

“Guh….”

Clutching her bleeding shoulder, the Second Apostle staggered back in a hurry.

“This is where it begins.”

Raon smirked as he pointed at her shoulder.

‘She must be flustered.’

Raon had been able to predict the Second Apostle’s movements thanks to the mind's eye he learned from Jarek at the Holy Sword Alliance.

Though it wasn’t on the level of reading the opponent’s mind like Dorian, he was able to roughly understand her movements during the fight.

“You shouldn’t be able to see, so how—!”

The Second Apostle’s lips trembled as if she still couldn’t believe it.

"There are ways to fight even without seeing. And..."

Raon’s red eyes gleamed as he let out a derisive chuckle.

“I’m starting to get used to it.”

The adaptability of the Ring of Fire and the Evil Eye of Wrath surpassed human limits, and now Raon was slowly getting used to the Second Apostle’s movements.

Given a bit more time, he was confident he could defeat her.

“…Fine.”

The Second Apostle bit her lip as she looked up at the full moon.

“I’ll make sure you can’t even see my shadow!”

She disappeared, moving with a powerful step that shook the entire island.

‘Shoulder!’

The Second Apostle aimed for his right shoulder.

Raon swung his sword for a counterattack, but she was already gone from that spot.

Kwaaaang!

The Second Apostle deflected his sword from his left side and struck Raon’s waist.

With her increased speed, her attacks had become stronger as well.

The heavy impact sent Raon sliding across the gravel.

“Not yet!”

The Second Apostle, just as she’d said, moved even faster, launching attacks from all sides.

When she moved beyond the speed he was used to, it became difficult to follow her movements again.

Whoosh!

Raon swung his sword, trying to predict the second apostle's direction, but she was so fast that even when reacting late, she could move faster, evading and attacking simultaneously.

Baaaang!

Her fist slammed into his chest, sending him flying into the seawater.

“Huff….”

Raon pushed back his wet hair and looked at the Second Apostle.

‘Her whole body is covered in veins. Is she pushing herself?’

White veins bulged all over her body.

Seeing that she was pushing her body and mind to their limits, it seemed she wouldn’t last long—but he felt he might collapse first.

‘In that case, I’ll set a trap.’

Even if he couldn’t keep up with her speed, her attack patterns hadn’t changed.

If he couldn’t catch her, baiting her into a trap was the way to go.

Whoosh!

The Second Apostle’s fist came at him.

Raon raised his demonic sword to block.

Clang!

But the angle of her punch sent the sword flying, embedding it in the sand.

"So, that’s all you’ve got left to show?"

She smirked mockingly and began pummeling Raon’s body at an even faster pace.

Kugugugugu!

Raon activated both the FireWall and the Magic Armor of the Snow Flower simultaneously, tracking the Second Apostle's movements.

He minimized the areas where the fist strikes landed and kept the Ring of Fire resonating endlessly.

“Where’s that earlier confidence? Move, you slow turtle bastard!”

Though his body accumulated wounds and blood filled his insides, he focused all his mind on her movements.

‘I’m finally starting to feel it.’

After perfectly grasping the Second Apostle’s movements, Raon used the Dancing Sword to lift the demonic sword from the sandy ground.

Fwoosh!

To ensure she didn’t see through it, he imbued the rising sword with the principle of space sword.

‘This is it.’

Raon pretended to be struggling and deliberately revealed an opening. It was the final step in shaking the fishing rod to make her take the bait

“This is the end!”

The moment the Second Apostle stepped back into the empty space on the left to sever Raon's exposed throat, the demonic sword suddenly burst forth, slicing through space. 

Thud!

Without time to defend, the demonic sword's blue blade pierced her back, tearing through bone and flesh.

“Gaaahhhh!”

The second apostle screamed in pain and shock, her body recoiling.

“What… what is this?”

As she recoiled in shock and reached to pull out the demonic sword, a crimson shadow fell before her eyes.

Before she realized it, Raon’s divine sword had risen and descended, slicing through the air like a massive full moon splitting in two.

Chwaaaaaaak!

 

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