The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1055

 Chapter 1055

 

“Phew.”

After confirming that Raon had entered the White Blood Religion’s headquarters, Martha shook off the bloody energy remaining in her wound.

“Father.”

She bowed politely to Denier, who stood on her right as if protecting her.

“Thank you for helping me. Thanks to you, I was able to regain my senses.”

Because of the provocation of the Twelfth Apostle, blood had rushed to her head and she fought foolishly, but thanks to Denier, it had ended with only minor wounds.

If he hadn’t helped, she would have already been skewered on the Tenth Apostle’s spear.

“Martha. You….”

Denier let out a low breath as if he had realized what she was about to say.

“I’m fine now.”

Martha gritted her teeth and strengthened her grip on the sword.

“I will kill the Tenth Apostle with my own hand. Father, please help the others.”

She bowed her head as she declared that it was a battle she must end herself.

“Can you really do it?”

"I have father's sword. I can win."

It wasn’t like before, when she spoke recklessly out of grudge-driven madness, saying she could do it without thinking.

If it was with the Destructive Noble Sword that Denier had taught her, she could narrow the vast gap in strength with the Tenth Apostle. It was a fight worth attempting.

“Haa….”

Denier let out a sigh, furrowing his brow, as though thinking he could not stop her.

“Very well. But if it becomes dangerous, tell me at once.”

He stepped back five paces, as if to show he would wait behind her.

“……”

Denier did not lower his sword. He fixed his gaze not on Martha, but on the Tenth Apostle.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting.”

Martha gave a slight nod of her chin to the Tenth Apostle, who had waited without attacking even though she and Denier were talking.

“It’s been nearly twenty years, but from the moment I first saw you until now, I’ve never forgotten that day, not for a single moment.”

The moment when a village, neither big nor wealthy, but peaceful and affectionate, was engulfed in flames and drenched in crimson blood was still etched in her mind.

The reek of blood and burning flesh spread, people screamed, and the laughter of bloody demons filled that hell. It was still with her to this day.

“Even now, I have nightmares every single day. I always wake from the scene where my mom hid me, and even as she was taken away by you, she was smiling. Cold sweat streams down my body, and my face turns deathly pale.”

Martha clenched her sword so tightly that her bones creaked.

“Today, I will shatter both that memory and those nightmares!”

She ground her teeth and aimed her sword at the Tenth Apostle’s throat.

“You have the right. If you resent so much, then repay it.”

The Tenth Apostle raised his spear, pointing it at her heart, as if to accept her challenge.

“Don’t act like a warrior when you’re just a bloody demon! It’s disgusting!”

Martha roared and charged at the Tenth Apostle.

Paaang!

The Tenth Apostle thrust his spear before she could close the distance, not wanting to lose the advantage of its longer reach.

“Hmph!”

Martha twisted her ankle to dodge the spear blade and tried to push in deeper, but his thrusts weren’t just one.

Wuuuuung!

The Tenth Apostle’s spear strikes multiplied into hundreds, pouring down toward all the vital points of her body.

Kyagyagyagyang!

Martha abandoned her charge and used footwork to deflect the spear strikes.

‘Fast, but I can avoid them.’

Perhaps it was the effect of Raon’s hell training that had continued for two months. I could evade the spear strikes of the Tenth Apostle, who stood in a level far above mine.

‘But….’

Martha frowned as she deflected a spearhead aiming for her chest.

‘It’s not easy to get close.’

The position where I can exert my greatest strength is close combat.

I wanted to get close so as not to give the Tenth Apostle the distance that favored him, but the speed of his thrusts and the profound subtlety of his movements made approaching difficult.

“You’ve certainly become a different person from the child of that day.”

The Tenth Apostle slowly closed and opened his eyes, then stomped his foot as he unleashed an attack of extreme swiftness to the left.

Piaaang!

Martha turned her body to the right, but the Tenth Apostle’s spear strike abruptly changed direction, cutting her left arm. Flesh tore from her skin, and red blood flowed.

‘The spearmanship has changed.’

As if he thought he couldn’t catch me with his usual spearmanship, the Tenth Apostle wielded faster and more ferocious spear techniques.

The changes in the forms were natural, and the speed and power were so strong that it was not easy to deflect.

“But it still has no meaning.”

The Tenth Apostle, as if it were only natural that he had wounded her, without the slightest change in expression, thrust an even more ferocious spear strike.

Kyaaaang!

Martha frowned as she knocked aside the Tenth Apostle’s spear strike that rushed toward her neck.

‘At this rate, I won’t even be able to fight properly and will just get stabbed by the spear and die.’

Even if I have grown, the fact is that the Tenth Apostle is far stronger. If I keep being pushed back like this, it’s obvious I’ll die without even managing to stab him once with my sword.

‘I can’t let that happen.’

Martha charged toward the Tenth Apostle’s spear strikes that pressed against her like a raging north wind.

‘Even if I die, I’ll carve a cut into that bastard’s neck!’

Raon had taught her through hell training to always focus on her strength.

Her strength wasn’t evasion, but the driving power of a charge that sacrifices flesh and grinds bone. Vowing to trade blows and kill him, she gritted her teeth.

Kwaaaduduk!

Martha twisted her ankle forward. Instead of evading the spear, she advanced toward the Tenth Apostle and brought her sword down.

The domineering sword strike of the Destructive Noble Sword slammed into the Tenth Apostle’s spear strike.

Kuwaaaang!

Martha felt a powerful rebound and bit her lip. Even though she had blocked in time, her bones and muscles ached, and her skin tore. The Tenth Apostle was clearly standing at a higher place than she was.

‘I already knew he was stronger than me.’

I must never back down!

If my body is pushed back, my heart will be pushed back with it. Even if I have to endure damage, I must press forward.

‘I have to keep wielding the Destructive Noble Sword.’

The Destructive Noble Sword is a special sword technique whose ferocity grows the more it cuts down wicked energy.

Even if I’m being pushed now, if I keep fighting, I can unfold a sword that won’t lose to the Tenth Apostle.

Kyagyagyagyagyang!

Martha knocked aside the pouring storm of spear strikes and took one step forward at a time.

As she vowed never to break and pressed on with heavy steps, before she knew it she had closed the distance where she could hear the Tenth Apostle’s breath.

“Hmm!”

The Tenth Apostle furrowed his brow as he looked into Martha’s unwavering eyes.

“It’s too soon to be surprised!”

Martha tore through the bloody energy and swung the strengthened Destructive Noble Sword at the Tenth Apostle’s neck.

Wuuuuung!

The Tenth Apostle quickly spun his spear shaft to block her strike.

Chiaaang!

In that instant, the flow of the Destructive Noble Sword suddenly grew stronger, breaking through the Tenth Apostle’s defense and carving deeply across his shoulder.

“This….”

The Tenth Apostle let out a faint groan as he looked at the white blood flowing from his shoulder.

“What is that energy?”

He frowned as if he didn’t understand, looking at the brown aura burning faintly on Martha’s sword.

“Don’t you recognize it even after seeing it?”

Martha twisted her lips as the aura flared like the thick blade of an axe.

“It is the death god that will kill you bloody demons.”

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Kyaaaang!

Martha frowned as she looked at the Tenth Apostle’s spear that had blocked the ultimate form of the Destructive Noble Sword.

‘That bastard….’

He’s adapting to the Destructive Noble Sword.

I thought I could win like this, but the Tenth Apostle, befitting a warrior who has reached the end of the highest level of Grandmaster, recognized the danger of the Destructive Noble Sword and avoided direct confrontation, aiming instead for my openings. It was a troublesome way to fight against.

‘Even if my swordsmanship gets exposed, I have no choice but to keep swinging it.’

The only reason I can face the Tenth Apostle, who is at the highest level of Grandmaster, is thanks to the Destructive Noble Sword.

If I switch to another sword technique in order not to give away information about the Destructive Noble Sword, my neck will be cut off in that very moment, so no matter how hard it is, I have no choice but to keep pressing forward.

Chiaaang!

Martha targeted the Tenth Apostle’s chest with an ultimate form of the Destructive Noble Sword that curved smoothly like a crescent moon.

“Now I can see it.”

But the Tenth Apostle, as if having grasped the flow of the Destructive Noble Sword, evaded it perfectly with just three steps of his feet.

Paaang!

The Tenth Apostle, showing no intention of stopping at evasion, twisted his spear blade and thrust it toward her side.

Chwaaak!

She tried to block with a defensive form of the Destructive Noble Sword, but the spear strike bent in a strange way and cut deeply into her waist as it passed.

“Ugh….”

Martha clutched her bleeding waist and bit her lip.

“Your sword technique has the ability to push away bloody energy. It is certainly threatening, but….”

The Tenth Apostle shook his chin as he flicked the red blood flowing from his spear blade.

“Your realm cannot keep up with that ability. This is as far as you go.”

His eyes gleamed, wrapped in murderous intent, as if everything was already over.

“Don’t fuck with me!”

Martha let out a roar and charged at the Tenth Apostle, bringing down another ultimate form of the Destructive Noble Sword toward his head.

Kyagyagyagyagyang!

The Tenth Apostle, as if his words that this was the end were sincere, blocked the ultimate form of the Destructive Noble Sword without difficulty and stabbed into her shoulder.

“For saying this is as far as you go, it’s nothing much.”

Martha sneered, paying no attention to the wound in her shoulder.

‘Damn it.’

I pretended to be calm, but cold sweat was running inside. Since I was stabbed again where I had already been stabbed, the wound was not good. If it wasn’t treated quickly, it seemed aftereffects might occur.

Martha chewed her lip hard and turned her eyes to the right.

‘Father.’

Denier, while cutting down the archbishop and the bloody demons, kept sending glances as if worrying about her.

‘I have to do this properly.’

Because of me, Denier, the Wise Martial Palace, and the Light Wind Palace were unable to move freely.

I said I could win and stepped forward myself, so whether it turned to ruin or to meal, I had to fight to the end and win.

‘I can’t show a shameful sight to Raon either.’

Raon had set the stage today to keep his promise of saving my mom from the White Blood Religion’s leader.

He told me not to stop in the fight against the Tenth Apostle, and that meant I was needed for the fight against the White Blood Religion’s leader. So I absolutely could not stop here.

But to get to that fight, I first had to overcome the Tenth Apostle standing before me now.

“Kruaaahhh!”

Martha roared and charged, bringing her sword down toward the Tenth Apostle’s neck.

"Already broken down?"

The Tenth Apostle shook his head as if in disdain at Martha’s wavering sword, raising his spear shaft.

Wuuuuung!

The fighting spirit dwelling in Martha’s sword surged sharply, pushing back the white bloody energy and the spear shaft, carving a deep scar into the Tenth Apostle’s chest.

"Who said I've broken down?"

Martha shook her head as she flicked off the white blood running along her sword.

“Until I smash apart and kill you and that damned mosquito bitch, I will never break down!”

She roared, unleashing consecutive forms of the Destructive Noble Sword that split apart the Tenth Apostle’s bloody energy.

The aura and stamina she had meant to save for the battle ahead, she poured out all at this moment.

Chiaaang!

It seemed the Tenth Apostle also had not been going all out, as he now cloaked his entire spear shaft with fog-like bloody energy and fended off Martha’s strikes.

Kyagyagyagyagyang!

At close distance, sword and spear collided countless times, the fortress wall crumbling as Martha and the Tenth Apostle fell toward the coast.

Kugugugugu!

Martha wrinkled her nose bridge as she saw the Tenth Apostle’s spear techniques blocking the flow of the Destructive Noble Sword with bloody energy thickly condensed.

‘Has he adapted even to the Destructive Noble Sword at full power?’

How am I supposed to defeat this bastard?

The more I fought him, the more the Tenth Apostle adapted to the Destructive Noble Sword. Even after revealing my full power, I was being pushed back again.

‘At least it’s fortunate this is on land.’

Maybe because I was focused on the fight, I could clearly feel the power the earth was transmitting to me.

My affinity with the earth attribute is the strongest, and Titan’s aura is also strengthened on land, so I felt like I could draw out a little more power.

‘But that alone won’t be enough.’

Martha bit her lip, shook her head, and then locked eyes with Runaan and Burren, who were watching her fight.

Their eyes, filled not just with worry but with intense emotion, were fixed on me.

If I were pushed just a little further, they looked ready to abandon their own fights and rush here.

‘This is my fight.’

She shook her head, signaling to the two that they should absolutely not interfere.

“Then win…!”

For the first time in her life, Runaan shouted. Her cry, now precious as family, stirred a deep tremor in her chest, no, in her soul.

“I’ll trust you.”

Unlike Runaan, Buren calmly nodded and led the Light Wind Palace again. Seeing his back, where trust seemed to shine, her heart trembled even more.

Kyaaaang!

Martha gave a faint smile as she looked at Burren’s back and Runaan’s eyes.

‘I really fought a lot with those guys.’

From the time of training at the fifth training ground, and during the days I received additional training from Rimmer to create her sword field, I remembered fighting them countless times.

‘Good memories, and bad ones… Ah!’

Martha widened her eyes as she deflected the Tenth Apostle’s spear strike while recalling the past.

‘Maybe now, it might be possible.’

Thanks to the flow of the soul she felt because of Runaan and Burren, and the hot energy transmitted from the ground, the only method to defeat the Tenth Apostle came to mind.

“Let me ask just one thing.”

She raised her lips while looking up at the Tenth Apostle behind the spear shaft.

“When you kidnap innocent people and drink their blood, what do you think?”

“…Nothing.”

The Tenth Apostle shook his head, saying he thought of nothing, as though it were no different than when humans eat a meal.

“In the end, you’re the same.”

Martha curled her lips upward.

“Good. It’s a relief you all remain as bastards who deserve to die.”

She stamped her foot with true resolve, as if to shatter the whole world. She infused her body and soul with the power of the earth, and opened the will and mental world she had built as a swordswoman.

“Sword Field Creation.”

Martha, like the statue of a knight, held her reversed sword upright before her chest, pointing it at the ground.

‘Even if after today I can never use a sword again, that’s fine. Instead….’

Just for today!

With a vow of the soul in place of Zieghart’s blood, she drew out the deep, accumulated malice she had stored up against the White Blood Religion.

“Prison of Fiends!”

Behind Martha, the gate of hell connected by crimson blood rose up.

 

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