The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 796  

“…What exactly are you doing?”

The white hair covering Lawrence’s face trembled slightly. He seemed genuinely caught off guard by the unexpected situation.

“I’m having a duel with the Sword Master of Melodic Blade.”

Raon shrugged, gesturing toward the elder.

“I mean, why are you doing that here?”

Annoyance seeped into Lawrence’s low voice. He truly seemed to despise noise.

“Well, if I fought with the Sword Master of Melodic Blade in the city, it would have turned into a mess. So we came here instead.”

Raon flashed a small smile, smoothly coming up with a reasonable excuse.

“You didn’t follow me here?”

“It’s just a coincidence.”

He calmly shook his head, dismissing any suspicions.

– You totally followed him!

Wrath narrowed his eyes, dumbfounded.

– This is outrageous! Why is your acting improving faster than your swordsmanship?!

He waved his hand wildly, suggesting Raon quit swordsmanship and join a theater troupe instead.

“Since fate has brought us together again, may I request a rematch, Sir Lawrence?”

Raon smiled brightly, extending his hand.

“Of course, after I finish my duel with the Sword Master of Melodic Blade.”

“…Hey, you old men.”

Ignoring Raon’s request, Lawrence turned his sharp gaze toward the Sword Masters of Demonic Blade and Melodic Blade.

“I told you not to say anything unnecessary.”

Thick veins bulged on the back of his hand—he was genuinely angry.

“N-No! It’s not like that!”

“Y-Yeah! We were just….”

“I only asked for their names.”

Raon stepped in front of the Sword Master of Melodic Blade and shook his head.

“I should at least know the name of the person I lost to.”

“Hmm….”

Lawrence clicked his tongue slightly, unable to refute that argument.

“Fine. Now leave.”

He waved his hand dismissively, making it clear he wanted them gone.

“What about the duel?”

Raon smirked, his lips curling provocatively.

“This time, it’ll be a little different.”

It wasn’t just empty bravado. Now that he understood Lawrence’s swordsmanship style, he wouldn’t be taken down as easily as before.

“…I’m not interested.”

Lawrence slowly lowered his chin.

“I only accept one challenge per month. You already used up that quota, so I have no reason to fight you again. Now get lost.”

He turned his back, signaling that he was done with this conversation.

“Why should I?”

Raon shrugged, looking at Lawrence.

“…What?”

Lawrence stopped in his tracks, his fingers twitching.

“What did you just say?”

“This mountain and this land don’t belong to you, do they?”

Raon spread his arms and lightly stomped the ground.

“This is a shared space for everyone in the Holy Sword Alliance. You don’t have the right to kick us out.”

According to what Rektor had mentioned, the Holy Sword Alliance hadn’t been here for long.

If ownership of the land was considered, it would belong to the Alliance Leader, not Lawrence—making Raon’s argument logically sound.

“H-He’s right! That’s true! This mountain has no owner!”

The Sword Master of Demonic Blade eagerly nodded.

“Even if there was an owner, it would be the Alliance Leader, not this ghostly bastard!”

The Sword Master of Melodic Blade quickly followed up, clearly enjoying getting back at Lawrence.

“You’re not even officially part of the Holy Sword Alliance, yet you dare—”

“Oh, but I am a member.”

Raon interrupted Lawrence, flashing a badge with a single sword emblem.

It was something he had received directly from Rektor, so he wore it with confidence.

“Ugh…”

Lawrence bit his lip and pointed toward his cave up the mountain.

“I was here first, so I have rights over this land—”

“Oh? Then that tree over there was here first.”

Raon pointed to an old oak tree with a hollow in its trunk.

“You do realize squirrels live in there, right? Just by looking at it, you can tell they’ve been here for years. Shouldn’t they have first claim to this land?”

“…You…”

Lawrence’s lips twitched, unable to counter his argument.

“That’s right! The squirrels have the priority!”

The Sword Master of Demonic Blade clapped his hands in delight.

“Cute things take precedence, after all!”

The Sword Master of Melodic Blade burst into laughter upon seeing Lawrence’s frustrated expression.

– These childish humans…

Wrath shook his head in exasperation.

‘That’s how old people argue. The older you get, the pettier the fights.’

Raon chuckled at Wrath. In situations like this, logical arguments wouldn’t work—picking a childish fight was far more effective.

“Ugh…”

Lawrence glared at Raon, his fingers twitching.

‘Is he relying on the Alliance Leader’s backing? No, that’s not it.’

For a moment, he thought Raon was just acting arrogant because he was Rektor’s grandson.

But looking into his eyes, he realized that wasn’t the case.

‘He genuinely wants to fight me.’

His burning gaze was filled with determination. Raon had every intention of challenging him and winning.

“So, about that duel—”

“No.”

Lawrence shook his head firmly.

‘There’s no way I’ll let this kid have his way.’

Beyond just the annoyance, he absolutely despised having his routine disrupted.

Right now was his designated nap time—there was no way he would agree to a duel.

“Do whatever you want.”

Without another word, Lawrence turned his back and headed toward his cave.

“Amazing!”

“That arrogant bastard actually ran away without a word!”

The Sword Masters of Demonic Blade and Melodic Blade clutched their chests in satisfaction, as if years of frustration had just been lifted.

“Haa…”

Raon, however, let out a disappointed sigh.

‘What a waste.’

Lawrence had been this close to falling for the provocation but managed to hold himself back at the last moment. It was proof of his transcendent discipline.

‘Still, I don’t need to be discouraged.’

This was just the beginning.

It was clear that Lawrence hated noise.

With just a little more pressure, Raon was confident he could achieve his goal.

– He’s doomed.

Wrath put his hands together in a solemn gesture as he looked toward Lawrence’s cave.

– Rest in peace, grasshopper man.

He shook his head as if lamenting an unavoidable fate.

‘It’s not that bad.’

Raon waved his hand dismissively and turned back to the Sword Master of Melodic Blade.

“Let’s resume our duel.”

“W-Wait, are you sure about this?”

The Sword Master of Melodic Blade smacked his lips, glancing nervously toward the cave.

“If he comes out, I’ll handle it. Don’t worry.”

Raon smiled gently as he lifted the Heavenly Drive.

“If you’re scared, step aside! I’ll take care of it!”

The Sword Master of Demonic Blade waved his hand dismissively, urging him to move.

“What nonsense! Why would I be afraid of that ghost bastard?”

The Sword Master of Melodic Blade shook his head in embarrassment and stepped in front of Raon.

“Let’s begin.”

“Yes.”

The two warriors tapped their swords together lightly, signaling the start of their duel.

Boom!

Raon stepped forward, launching an upward strike with a precise redirection of his blade.

“Good!”

The Sword Master of Melodic Blade laughed in satisfaction as he swung his massive greatsword downward.

Whoosh!

Heavy. It was nothing but sheer, overwhelming weight.

The crushing force of his combined heavy and strong sword techniques bore down on Raon’s body and soul alike.

‘This is insane!’

Despite having reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm, the Sword Master of Melodic Blade was a peculiar warrior who had devoted his entire life to refining the heavy and strong sword styles.

The sheer obsession behind his training sent a shiver down Raon’s spine.

‘I need to dodge—no, that’s not it.’

This wasn’t the time to evade.

He hadn’t come to the Holy Sword Alliance just to gain dueling experience—he was here to become stronger.

Winning wasn’t the goal. He needed to break through, be shattered, and forge himself into something greater.

Bzzzzzzzt!

Instead of retreating, Raon thrust his leg forward and summoned Azure Sky Sword along the edge of his Heavenly Drive.

Boom!

The sheer compression of the Sword Master of Melodic Blade’s heavy swordsmanship collided with Raon’s technique, shaking the ground and sending a brown storm surging into the sky.

“Huff…”

Raon was pushed back ten steps, biting his lip.

‘Still not enough.’

Even though they were both Grandmasters, the Sword Master of Melodic Blade had dedicated his entire life to refining the heavy sword—so naturally, Raon was at a disadvantage.

“You actually endured that? Head-on?”

The Sword Master of Melodic Blade gawked at him in disbelief. Then his eyes gleamed with battle spirit, as if he had finally found a worthy opponent.

“I didn’t come here to run away.”

Raon shook his head, voicing his current resolve.

“After fighting cowards all the time, facing a true warrior is exhilarating!”

The Sword Master of Melodic Blade clenched his fist, his face flushed with excitement.

“What’s wrong with dodging?! It’s a strategy! A strategy!”

The Sword Master of Demonic Blade protested indignantly, shaking his head.

“Let’s continue before I lose my momentum!”

Grinning wildly, the Sword Master of Melodic Blade charged forward once more.

“Agreed.”

Raon nodded, stepping forward to meet him head-on.

As Rektor had advised, he became a challenger, standing before a master who had dedicated his life solely to the heavy sword.

BOOM!

When the Heavenly Drive and the greatsword clashed, the resulting shockwave was even greater than before, sweeping through the surroundings.

Trees trembled from their roots, and the river surged backward as if defying gravity.

But this time, Raon only took nine steps back before regaining his stance.

“Huh?”

The Sword Master of Melodic Blade widened his eyes, noticing the change.

“Your sword feels heavier now.”

“Not yet.”

Raon shook his head, his expression calm.

“I still have a long way to go.”

—

Boom!

Inside his cave, Lawrence gritted his teeth, clutching his head.

‘Damn it.’

He could block out the noise with his aura, but there was no way to prevent the vibrations in the ground.

The quakes were growing stronger, making it impossible to lie down comfortably.

‘Why the hell is that brat using a heavy sword style?!’

A normal sword duel wouldn’t have been this loud, but because those maniacs were engaging in a battle of heavy swords, the entire mountain felt like it was about to collapse.

It made sense for the Sword Master of Melodic Blade to fight that way, but why was that young bastard doing the same?

‘If I had known, I would have crushed him completely… hmm?’

Lawrence bit his lip, turning his gaze toward the cave entrance.

‘The impact is getting stronger.’

Raon’s heavy swordsmanship was intensifying, generating even greater waves of force.

At first, he had been completely overwhelmed. But now, he was beginning to match the Sword Master of Melodic Blade’s offensive.

‘Hah….’

Was he not an already complete monster but a developing one?

It seemed Raon’s abilities went beyond what could be described as mere talent.

The fact that such a human even existed was utterly absurd.

‘And yet, there’s supposedly something greater than this?’

Rektor had claimed Raon’s true talent wasn’t martial arts.

That seemed like a blatant lie.

‘He’s impressive, but….’

That still wasn’t enough reason for him to get up.

He had his own routine, his own pride to uphold.

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

‘The vibrations are becoming familiar now.’

As he synchronized his body with the tremors, they began to feel like nothing more than minor ripples.

With this, he could finally sleep.

BOOM!

Just as his body grew heavy and drowsy, an entirely different shockwave slammed into his back.

“Arghhh!”

Lawrence finally snapped, storming out of the cave.

—

“Eek!”

The Sword Master of Melodic Blade immediately lowered his sword and stepped back at the sight of Lawrence.

Raon smacked his lips, watching the scene unfold.

‘That’s understandable.’

Though he wasn’t sure exactly how it worked, Lawrence possessed the ability to erase sword strikes entirely.

Any swordsman would instinctively fear him.

‘Which is exactly why I want to beat him.’

Lawrence was already a transcendent being—there was no way Raon could win right now.

But when it came to swordsmanship, he refused to lose.

“So, you’ve come out again. What is it this time? Bathroom break?”

Raon smirked, tilting his chin slightly.

“……”

Lawrence, having completely lost his composure, stomped toward Raon with heavy steps.

‘That means he wants to fight.’

Whether it was out of anger or genuine intent, this was an opportunity for a duel.

Sizzle!

Raon lowered his stance.

With his left foot pressing into the ground, he lunged forward, thrusting the Heavenly Drive at Lawrence.

The sword shimmered like a mirage, flickering between silver flashes—Silver Lotus Dream, a technique Raon had developed himself.

Whoosh!

Lawrence raised his right hand, forming a knife-hand. The moment his palm traced a small circle in the air, the aura forming Silver Lotus Dream was erased, and the sword’s flow came to a halt.

Raon’s eyes gleamed.

‘As expected, it’s a disruption technique.’

That bizarre flow Lawrence displayed was disrupting his swordsmanship, erasing his aura.

It was an unfamiliar, alien force unlike anything he had encountered before.

‘Then…’

Time to adapt!

Using the feeling he had just grasped from dueling the Sword Master of Melodic Blade, he incorporated elements of heavy and strong swordsmanship into a new variation of Silver Lotus Dream.

Instead of a deceptive flow, it now pulsed with an overwhelming force like a nightmare.

“Hmph.”

A fierce gust blew, pushing back Lawrence’s white hair and revealing his golden eyes, which now burned even more intensely.

Whoosh!

Lawrence twisted his hand once more, and even the newly reforged Silver Lotus Dream crumbled, its energy fading into nothingness.

‘He disrupted it twice?!’

Raon gaped in disbelief, but before he could react, Lawrence unleashed his pent-up fury, driving a fist straight into Raon’s solar plexus.

Thud!

Raon tumbled across the ground, rolling into the creek.

“You won’t be able to move for a while. You should be satisfied, so get lost.”

Muttering as if the matter was settled, Lawrence turned his back and strode toward his cave without looking back.

“H-Hey!”

“Are you okay?”

The Sword Masters of Melodic Blade and Demonic Blade rushed toward Raon in a panic.

-Hmm…

Wrath, however, seemed entirely uninterested in Raon, instead recalling Lawrence’s golden eyes.

-Is that bastard even human?

Wrath smacked his lips, muttering that Lawrence felt strangely familiar.

“I-I’m fine.”

Raon wiped the blood from his lips and shook his head.

“I told you! That guy is a ghost who devours swordsmanship! It’s best not to face him!”

“Exactly! Maybe at a higher level, but at your current stage, it’s impossible to beat him!”

The two elders grabbed Raon’s arms, urging him never to challenge Lawrence again.

“You’re right.”

Raon nodded calmly. Seeing how even his second attempt at swordplay had been nullified, this wasn’t a normal power.

Especially those golden eyes of Lawrence’s—they harbored something truly bizarre.

“Now that he’s really pissed off, let’s head back down. That bastard is terrifying!”

The Sword Master of Melodic Blade seemed to have developed some fondness for Raon and genuinely worried for him.

“That’s a good idea, but…”

Raon smirked and curled his finger at the Sword Master of Demonic Blade.

“Shouldn’t you warm up as well?”

—

“Now I can finally get some rest.”

Lawrence let out a slow breath as he lay back down on his bed.

‘Even if he wants to move, he can’t.’

That final strike to the solar plexus had delivered an intense internal shock.

Forget using aura—Raon’s limbs probably wouldn’t even move properly for a while.

‘Now that my mind is at ease, I’m finally getting sleepy.’

As the drowsiness crept in, Lawrence’s eyelids began to close. Just as he was about to drift off…

Bzzzzzzzt!

Clang! Clang!

A sharp buzzing noise filled the air, followed by the unmistakable clash of swords.

Thunk!

Lawrence shot up from his bed and turned toward the cave entrance.

‘No way….’

The moment he expanded his aura to sense the surroundings, he knew.

It was him.

That monster of a kid was now sparring with the Sword Master of Demonic Blade.

‘How…?’

Whether physically or in terms of aura, Raon shouldn’t have been able to stand properly, let alone fight.

‘Forget it….’

I don’t care.

Lawrence shut his eyes again, using his aura to block out the noise.

But this time, it wasn’t the ground that trembled—it was the air. The very atmosphere vibrated, sending pulses that throbbed in his skull.

“This… This is his true talent, isn’t it?!”  (T/N: Yes. Being annoying is his true talent. LOL)

Lawrence could no longer endure it. Clutching his now disheveled hair, he stormed out of the cave.

—

As Raon exchanged blows with the Sword Master of Demonic Blade, he smacked his lips.

‘He’s the complete opposite.’

While the Sword Master of Melodic Blade focused on heaviness and strength, the Sword Master of Demonic Blade was obsessed with speed.

One wrong blink, and his head would be gone.

Whoosh!

Just as he had done with the Sword Master of Melodic Blade, Raon adjusted his technique.

Instead of heavy swordplay, he infused Swift Sword and Wind Sword principles into his Heavenly Drive Sword.

Clang!

It wasn’t as weighty as before, but now the sheer speed of his attacks filled the air with razor-sharp winds.

‘Fast….’

The Sword Master of Demonic Blade was indeed faster than Raon.

But not by an unbeatable margin.

Once again, Raon pushed forward, intent on learning through direct combat.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In less than a second, dozens of blows were exchanged. The metallic clang of steel echoed like the chirping of thousands of birds.

Sizzle!

His concentration sharpened. He could feel his sword growing faster.

“You brat! You’re skilled in quick swordsmanship too?!”

The Sword Master of Demonic Blade laughed joyfully, accelerating his strikes even further.

‘It’s not just about speed.’

The sword must ride the wind.

As Raon grasped another small insight, he continued trading blows.

Boom!

Lawrence landed heavily, crushing the ground beneath him as he descended from above.

“Are you actually insane?!”

His golden eyes bulged in disbelief.

– “Insane”? How rude!

Wrath shook his head.

– This kid isn’t just insane—he’s the craziest in all dimensions!

The demon waved his hands, demanding that Lawrence acknowledge reality.

“I hear that sometimes.”

Raon smirked and tilted his chin.

“Want to have a match after I finish this one?”

“Grrr…!”

Lawrence’s face contorted like crumpled paper.

(T/N: Haha. I love this arc. These sword fanatics are not as bad as I pictured them before. )