The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1032

 Chapter 1032

 

Boom!

Martha became a yellow flash and charged straight into the arms of the ninth apostle.

‘He’s stronger than me.’

I have to fight with everything from the start.

She drew up all of the Titan’s Aura surging in her energy center and fired a slash infused with the energy of the earth like a lightning bolt.

“You’re ready to fight, I see.”

The ninth apostle didn’t back down despite the barrage of sword strikes that looked as though they could sink the ship.

“I see now why your blood gives off such a sweet scent!”

With a fist blazing with white bloody energy, he struck Martha’s slash head-on.

Kwaaaaang!

Martha’s strike, wrapped in Titan’s Aura, and the ninth apostle’s punch, infused with white bloody energy, collided, making the deck of the ship ripple as if it would shatter.

Chiiiiiik!

Martha stepped back five paces to shake off the impact of clashing with the ninth apostle, a scowl forming on her face.

‘As expected, he is stronger than me.’

Unlike her, who retreated five steps, the ninth apostle had only been pushed back three.

Even accounting for the differences between a swordsman and a warrior, that still meant there was more than a step’s difference in strength.

‘Advanced Grandmaster level, or maybe...’

No, it doesn’t matter.

Even if she was an intermediate Grandmaster level and he was not advanced, but the highest level, the only option was to kill him.

“You’re far stronger than I’d heard.”

The ninth apostle threw the woman he had been holding on his left arm behind him and grinned.

“I’m looking forward to it, how ecstatic I’ll feel when I drink your blood!”

As if saying it was time to start properly, he clenched both fists and ignited flames of bloody energy.

“Your flapping mouth reeks. Could you shut it?”

Martha sneered and gestured for him to be quiet.

‘That bastard’s more of a monster than he looks.’

Though she was smiling on the outside, she felt uneasy inside. When they had clashed, a sharp pain had shot through her heart, as if the impact had reached deep inside.

‘Still, I have to keep fighting.’

Her goal wasn’t that pig, it was the White Blood Religion’s leader, a high level Transcender. No matter how strong this guy was, she couldn’t back down.

Boom!

Martha charged at the ninth apostle’s left, swinging her heavy sword along the horizon.

Chwaaak!

It was the Destructive Noble Sword she had learned directly from Denier. The blade, imbued with the principles of the Destructive Noble Sword, came down toward the ninth apostle’s neck.

"You're one crazy bitch!"

The ninth apostle bared his yellow teeth in surprise at Martha’s chilling sword strike and threw out his fist. His punch, too, carried the intent to obliterate his opponent.

Jjeojeojeojeojeojeong!

The Destructive Sword and the powerful fist clashed repeatedly, sending waves of aura rippling out in all directions. Countless sparks exploded across the sky and ocean, creating a spectacle like fireworks.

And yet, the ship’s deck, as if made from ore harder than steel, did not crack or break.

"I'll turn you into a well-minced slab of meat!"

Martha’s eyes flared fiercely as she executed a secret technique of the Destructive Noble Sword aimed at the ninth apostle’s heart.

“Is that something a swordsman of the Five Kings should be saying?”

The ninth apostle shouted that it was a line more fitting for himself, thrusting out his fist engulfed in white flames.

Kwaaaaang!

Martha grit her teeth as she watched the ninth apostle forcefully push forward with his punch.

‘It’s damn heavy.’

Feels like I’m being attacked by my own sword.

Because the ninth apostle used the same fighting style, overpowering the enemy with strength, speed, and weight, it felt like fighting against a mirror.

‘But then why does it feel like only I’m taking damage?’

Even when blocked, the Destructive Noble Sword and the powerful sword deliver immense shock to the opponent’s body and mind.

But unlike herself, whose insides were beginning to ache as if she would soon suffer internal injuries, the ninth apostle didn’t seem to feel any pain at all.

‘It’s true he’s stronger than me, but he’s not a Transcender.’

It didn’t make sense that the ninth apostle, who wasn’t even a Transcender, wasn’t receiving so much as a flicker of impact from her Destructive Noble Sword.

‘I need to find out what kind of trick he’s using.’

Martha circled to the right and thrust her sword towards the ninth apostle’s jiggling abdomen. “Hmph!”

He snorted and raised his fist to strike at the sharply driven blade.

Puuuk!

The moment he extended his fist, Martha twisted her blade and aimed for his shoulder instead.

Thwack!

Because it was the first time she attacked a place other than the front, the ninth apostle failed to defend properly and took a heavy hit to the shoulder, pushed backward by the impact.

“So you’ve figured out that a frontal attack won’t work anymore?”

The ninth snorted as if she were pathetic.

“…….”

Martha ignored his sneer and focused on the white current rising from his shoulder.

‘That energy is…’

She shifted her gaze to the bloody sorcery engraved across the entire deck.

“You…”

Martha furrowed her brow as she saw the ninth apostle’s shoulder, where the wound had instantly healed.

“You’ve been using bloody sorcery in your fight against me.”

It seemed the ninth apostle had been using the blood sorcery imbued in the deck to erase the impact and injuries transmitted into his body.

“You’re quick to catch on.”

The ninth apostle smiled thinly and nodded.

“That’s right. The sorcery engraved into this deck can absorb blood and bloody  energy. And if there’s absorption, naturally, there’s release too.”

As he raised his hand, the deck glowed white and released a massive surge of bloody energy.

“With the stored bloody energy, I erased the shock and pain from your sword strikes.”

He gave a flick of his fingers, smiling as if impressed she figured it out.

“If I took hits as mindlessly as you do, there wouldn’t be any bones or flesh left.”

He raised his eyebrows as if asking whether she still planned to keep charging in.

“Hmm…”

Martha let out a short breath and stepped back.

‘I need to get off this ship.’

The ninth apostle was already stronger than she was, and with tricks like that, her chances of winning were dropping fast.

It seemed better to go down to the harbor and fight there.

“Running away from here won’t change anything.”

The ninth apostle calmly shook his head, as if reading her thoughts.

“The bloody sorcery is bound to this barrier.”

He curled his lips slightly, saying the bloody sorcery had spread throughout the entire harbor wrapped in white fog.

‘That’s… not a lie.’

Martha bit the inside of her cheek as she looked at the smirking ninth apostle.

‘Even now, the harbor is being flooded with waves of bloody energy.’

Seeing how the waves of bloody energy created using this ghost ship were sweeping through the entire village, the ninth apostle’s words were certainly not a lie.

‘On top of that…’

If they fought down below, people could be in danger.

A battle between her and the ninth apostle, between the Destructive Noble Sword and powerful fists, had consequences beyond imagination. If anything went wrong, not just the  Rakshasha Squad swordsmen, but even civilians could be caught in it.

“I wasn’t planning to run anyway.”

Martha muttered that he was talking nonsense and pointed her sword at him.

“Because I have to tear you apart, along with this ship!”

She raised her chin and shouted for him to come again.

“You’re bluffing like it means something. Well, prey that doesn’t resist isn’t any fun.”

The ninth apostle chuckled and brought his fists together.

“From here on out, I’ll crush you with my full strength.”

Above his fists, flames of blood energy roared to life, twice as large as before.

Whoooosh!

The ninth apostle surged forward like a fired cannonball. He twisted his shoulder violently and slammed down his right fist.

“You think a bloated belly means the sword won’t go in?”

Martha swung upward, utilizing the Destructive Noble Sword to its maximum capacity, at the ninth apostle charging in like a wild boar.

Kuwaaaaaang!

The moment the ninth apostle’s fist collided with her sword, unbearable pain surged through Martha’s arms and legs. She deliberately retreated to relieve the shock building up in her body.

‘So he wasn’t lying when he said he’d go all out.’

She could feel the impact of his strikes was twice as heavy as before. Her insides churned, she likely had internal injuries already.

“We’re not done yet!”

The ninth apostle rushed in from the right, unleashing a barrage of heavy punches with no intention of giving her a moment’s rest. Despite his massive frame, his movements were light as a feather.

Kugugugugu!

Martha swallowed the blood rising up her throat and unleashed consecutive forms of the Destructive Noble Sword to block the ninth apostle’s strikes.

‘So I’ve finally taken internal damage.’

She had blocked countless punches, each powerful enough to shake heaven and earth with a single blow. Even Titan’s Aura couldn’t be expected to hold out forever, it was only natural that it would eventually be broken through.

In fact, the fact that she had lasted this long without injury was impressive in itself.

Kuuuuung!

Martha clenched her teeth as she blocked a punch from the ninth apostle that came crashing down as if it were about to shatter her skull.

‘When is Raon coming?’

He was nearby, so it shouldn’t take long…

Raon was staying not far from the harbor where she was. The signal had already been sent, so it shouldn’t be long before he arrived.

Puuuk!

The ninth apostle didn’t miss the opening as she thought of Raon, he flicked his fingers and slammed his fist into her abdomen.

“Gahk!”

Martha let out a groan tinged with the smell of blood, clutching her stomach as pain surged like it was about to explode.

“I can see you're losing focus.”

The ninth apostle sneered and swung a fist blazing with bloody energy upward from below.

Kuwaaaaang!

She tried to block it somehow, but the Titan’s Aura imbued in her sword shattered, and she was thrown back, crashing into the deck’s railing. The pain suggested something might’ve broken.

“Urgh…”

Martha barely managed to rise, but her body was wracked with pain, and the hand holding her sword trembled.

“Where did that proud look go? Look at you now, all limp.”

The ninth apostle tilted his head, as if asking whether she was already finished.

“From the look on your face, seems like you're waiting for Raon Zieghart, huh?”

He twisted his lips, saying it was obvious she was thinking about something else.

“Shut the hell up.”

Martha bit her lips hard and ground her teeth.

“Too bad, but this will all be over before he gets here.”

The ninth apostle shook his head, saying she wouldn’t get to see him. It seemed he had a way to leave this place without using the sea route.

“Now die.”

As if to end it, he hurled a strike wreathed in massive bloody energy.

“Haaah…”

Martha let out a coarse breath as she watched the fist of bloody energy rush toward her.

‘Waiting for Raon?’

Since when…

‘Since when did I start thinking I’d lose?’

She had clearly started this fight with the resolve to kill the ninth apostle with her own hands.

But once she realized she was outmatched both in strength and preparation in the form of sorcery, she began to fight passively, unlike before.

She had gone into the fight thinking she couldn’t win against an opponent who shared the same color, so it was only natural she kept getting pushed back.

“You stupid bitch!”

Martha slapped her own cheek and slammed her sword down toward the incoming fist.

Kugugugugugu!

The sword that had been pushed back the whole fight now surged with a deep yellow light and drove back the ninth apostle’s bloody energy.

“If I can’t kill this bastard, then I’ll never get my revenge!”

Martha screamed, gripping her sword with both hands as she bore down on the ninth apostle’s fist.

‘Burn it all.’

Burn your wrath and soul!

If she couldn’t even defeat the ninth apostle, who wasn’t even a Transcender, then there was no hope of saving her mother from the White Blood Religion’s leader.

If she couldn’t win, then she would die fighting here, she swore that as she stepped forward.

“What the…?”

The ninth apostle widened his eyes in shock at Martha’s will as she forced back his fist while coughing up blood.

“You’re a more dangerous bitch than you look!”

As if sensing something ominous in Martha’s unyielding gaze, he backed away for the first time.

“I can’t give you any more time.”

The ninth apostle spread the bloody energy that had been concentrated in his fists across his entire body.

“I’ll erase you and those Zieghart mongrels without a trace!”

He stomped down as if to shatter the deck and charged forward, his body wrapped in flames of bloody energy. It was like a massive shell was rushing straight at her.

Goooooooh!

Martha let out a thin breath as the ninth apostle closed in during that fleeting instant.

‘Raon told me to accept my emotions.’

After waking from his trance, Raon had advised her not to focus only on swordsmanship and aura, but also on emotions and will.

She hadn’t taken those words to heart at the time, but now she understood.

‘I have to burn my will and soul.’

From the moment she grasped her sword, she had made a vow. A promise to herself, to destroy the White Blood Religion and to save her mother, now turned into will, awakening her soul, blazing with wrath.

Kuuuuung!

Martha straightened her shoulders and brought down her sword, wrapped in conviction, toward the charging ninth apostle.

Destructive Noble Sword – Ultimate Technique.

Heavenly Perfect Destruction Art.

Martha’s burning will for revenge ignited over the silvery blade, creating a deep and brilliant radiance.

Kugugugugugu!

The supreme swordsmanship, containing strength, swiftness, weight, and destruction, clashed against the ninth apostle’s body, cloaked in extreme heaviness and hardness.

Jijijijijik!

The ninth apostle’s bloody energy and Martha’s sword collided head-on, unleashing a terrifying wave that swept across the entire harbor beyond the ship.

Kuwaaaaaaaaaang!

*   *   *

"It's over there!"

Rabawin pointed toward the harbor, filled with white fog. With storms raging in the surrounding ocean, it didn’t seem particularly out of place at first glance.

‘Looking at it now, I see it.’

Raon sneered as he gazed at the fog-covered harbor.

‘It's artificial energy.’

That white fog appeared natural, but it was emitting a subtly distorted flow of energy.

Even he could only barely sense it, others would’ve just assumed it was just fog.

The stench of filthy blood fills the air.

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he swept his gaze through the fog.

This reeks of those bloodsucking bastards.

He clicked his tongue, saying it was definitely the work of the White Blood Religion.

Wuuuuung!

As if it had sensed the blood scent Wrath spoke of, the Blade of Requiem let out a fiercer cry than before.

‘So it really is them.’

Raon nodded as he grasped the trembling Blade of Requiem.

‘Of course it was, no one else would do something like this but those bloody demons.’

There were many villains who killed people, but the ones who kidnapped and dragged away more than half their victims, that was the White Blood Religion alone.

Ever since he heard there were no bodies left behind, he’d had his suspicions, and now it was clear. This was their doing.

“Everyone, prepare for battle. We’ll enter immedia—hm?”

Raon was instructing Dorian and the Light Wind swordsmen to be ready for battle, but suddenly narrowed his eyes.

‘That one’s here too.’

Just above the ocean  beside the harbor, the face of the Blue Wolf had appeared.

‘It’s very different from before.’

The Blue Wolf was no longer exuding the pure energy of the ocean  it once had, but now gave off a chilling energy filled with malice.

It no longer felt like a spirit, it looked like a monster, nothing more.

‘So it really was a monster raised by the White Blood Religion?’

Its eyes were also glazed over, unfocused, it didn’t seem to be in its right mind.

But there was no time to deal with the wolf right now. The people in the harbor had to be saved first.

“Th-The ship isn’t moving!”

Rabawin furrowed his brow, saying the ship couldn’t enter the harbor because of the barrier.

“Please wait just a moment. I’ll first break the barrier—”

He was about to call a mage crew member when—

Kuuuuuuuuung!

A huge roar of mana erupted from inside the barrier.

Titan’s Aura could be felt, it seemed Martha was desperately fighting the bloody demons of the White Blood Religion.

“There’s no time to wait. I’ll open it.”

Raon stepped forward, treading on air, and stood before the fog barrier. He imbued Heavenly Drive with the heat of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and unleashed the Crimson Slash at maximum capacity.

Shraaaaaaaaaak!

A golden flash wrapped in flames tore across the sky and earth, ripping open the fog barrier that filled the space between.

Kyaaaaaaaaaang!

The White Blood Religion’s barrier shattered into thousands of fragments, and the view of the harbor slowly began to reveal itself.

Kugugugugu!

The first thing to enter his sight, of course, was the ocean in front of the harbor.

A massive ship was half-sunken and going under, and on the shattered deck lay a middle-aged man, his flesh torn away from shoulder to waist.

Huuuuuuuk!

Martha, staggering as if about to collapse, was still aiming her sword at the throat of the middle-aged man who was coughing up blood.

‘Martha… defeated that guy?’

The middle-aged man, who appeared to be an apostle, was dying, yet even now, his energy alone overwhelmed Martha.

It was hard to believe Martha had managed to defeat such a monster.

“It’s thanks to you.”

Martha, as if she had read his thoughts, looked this way and smiled with difficulty.

“And now, it begins.”

Even after winning a difficult fight, she clenched her blood-soaked fist with fierce determination blazing in her eyes.

“My revenge!”

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