The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman Chapter 795

Chapter 795

As soon as Raon left the alley where Rektar’s mansion was located, he encountered a man walking scurrying like a scarecrow.

‘He’s an unusual person.’

He was very tall, and his face was completely covered by his long white hair.

The energy wave I felt wasn’t that strong, but I got the feeling that it was solid.

I had promised myself that I would challenge the first person I saw to a sparring match, so I immediately lowered my head.

“Are you a prosecutor? “Will you accept my challenge?”

“….”

The white-haired man did not answer right away, but looked at his own face.

‘what? ‘Have my identity been discovered?’

-You guy…

Just when I thought the atmosphere was strange, Lars tapped his head.

-Did you find out about that guy’s skills and ask him to spar?

‘skill?’

Raon looked at the white-haired man again with his eyebrows lowered.

‘What skills are you talking about… huh?’

As I activated the ring of fire, I felt a wave of energy writhing within the white-haired man’s dantian.

A gigantic energy that could encompass the entire Seonggeomryeon beyond this alley was sleeping within the slender body.

‘What is this…’

A level that even he who has reached the heights of Grand Master cannot reach. It was the energy wave of the transcendent.

‘Being a transcendent from the beginning, should I say I’m lucky…?’

While arguing about food with Lars, I asked for a sparring match without even thinking about it, and it was absurd to even think to myself that it was a transcendental thing.

“Are you an outsider?”

The white-haired man’s mouth opened for the first time. A dull yet slow tone. He seemed to have a laid-back personality.

“This time, I joined the Seonggeomryeon.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m in my mid-20s.”

The sparkling eyes beneath the white hair seemed to have already figured out who he was.

I didn’t think lying would work, so I told the truth about my age.

“…That doesn’t make sense either.”

The white-haired man sighed and shook his head.

“Why did you come here?”

“It’s to learn.”

Raon also gave a sincere answer to the second question.

“I see…”

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

“It’s time for a challenge anyway, so it won’t be a bad thing.”

He lifted his finger as if to challenge me.

“I don’t have a sword…?”

Even if he was a transcendentalist, he thought it was impolite to fight without a sword, so he put a little annoyance in his voice.

“This is enough.”

The white-haired man calmly nodded, as if his hand was enough.

“You’ll regret it if you ignore me.”

“I have never ignored it.”

He spread his fingers with serene eyes.

“If you say so…”

Raon placed his hand on the sword of Jecheon Sword.

‘I’ll give you a resolution right away.’

After clearly subduing him without a sword, he stepped forward with his left foot, thinking about engaging in a second fight.

Coo!

I closed the gap between myself and the white-haired man and pulled out my sword.

I was about to aim for the chest with a sword technique, but a white light flashed before my eyes.

Whoa!

Before I could figure out what was happening, my body was turned upside down and floating in the air.

Before he knew it, a white-haired man approached him, grabbed him by his collar, and lifted him up.

‘What is this!’

Even if the opponent did not raise a sword, he was a transcendental person and did not let down his guard.

The movements were so natural that it felt like the white-haired man’s hand had been holding her collar from the beginning.

‘Damn it.’

Rather than pulling out his sword, Raon stretched out his left and right hands and grabbed the white-haired man’s wrist.

Faaagh!

By strengthening my back and abdominal muscles, I lifted the white-haired man’s body upside down.

“hmm?”

The white-haired man frowned as if he had never thought that his own body would come to mind.

He thought it was a loss if things continued like this, so he released his grip on his collar and stepped back.

“Huh…”

Raon got down on the ground and let out a shaky breath.

“What did you just…”

“You’re not just a genius.”

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

“What do you mean?”

“Those who only believe in talent try to pull out their swords even when they are lifted up like just now. “It would be best to just snap your wrist and end it there.”

He clicked his tongue as if he was disappointed that the sparring was taking so long.

“Wrist…”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he unwrapped his front thumb, which was crumpled like a piece of paper.

‘The movements were strange.’

A flowing posture and movement that does not suit his tall stature. That man didn’t seem like a simple prosecutor.

‘Be careful with your feet…’

The moment I thought I should be careful with my footwork, the white-haired man disappeared.

The place where his presence appeared again was not left or right or behind, but in front.

Whoa!

The white-haired man’s broom-like hand rushed toward his neck once again.

‘Cut.’

He stepped back to the left and tried to pull out his sword, but the white-haired man seemed to have predicted his movements and extended his hand faster and stronger.

‘Same situation again!’

As I was in danger of being grabbed by the collar again, I raised my left hand, which was holding the sheath of the sword, upward.

Paaaaaa!

As if anticipating this movement, the white-haired man stretched his hand from bottom to top and grabbed his left wrist.

Whoa!

I used my auror to prevent myself from being lifted up, but my legs suddenly lost strength and my body floated into the air.

‘What is it again!’

However, there was no time to be surprised. Because the white-haired man’s fist was digging in like a dagger, aiming for his chest.

‘defense? No, they collide!’

The sense that I had fought countless times cried out for me to attack, not defend. He stretched out his fist filled with Glacia’s cold energy towards the front.

“You feel like an animal.”

The white-haired man let out words of admiration and bumped his fist with himself.

Quaaaaaaaaaaa!

The fist covered in Aura clashed with the fist, and a strong wave erupted.

Cheeeeeek!

But the white-haired man’s offensive wasn’t over yet. He stretched out his long hand and grabbed his lead sword once again.

Whoa!

This time, with no time to do anything, his head was falling towards the ground.

I try to use my aura to protect my neck and the back of my head, but my body feels weak.

It felt like I was falling into deep water that I couldn’t resist.

Whoa whoa!

In the end, he was unable to resist and was thrown headfirst into the ground.

However, I was able to avoid fainting because I forcibly raised my neck with my shoulder strength right before I hit the floor.

“This is the end….”

“Who is the end?”

As if the white-haired man thought he had fainted, the moment he let go, he raised his upper body and threw a fist.

Paaaaaaaa!

Even though the white-haired man was embarrassed, he raised his palm to block his fist, but was unable to avoid the strong wind and the hair covering his face was blown back.

The bridge of his nose was erect like a blade and his golden eyes were shining brilliantly.

Unlike his strange behavior, he had an appearance that wouldn’t be strange even if he was called peerless.

“You endured that?”

The white man’s eyes were wide open, as if he didn’t even realize that his face was revealed.

“It hurts, but not so much that I faint.”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he pushed the white-haired man away with his fist.

“Are millwrights also beasts?”

The white-haired man shook his head as if it was absurd.

“I suddenly feel tired. Is that all for today?”

He looked up at the sky and clicked his tongue briefly.

“I haven’t even drawn my sword yet.”

Raon tapped the Jecheon sword that was still in its sheath.

“Then let’s do it like this.”

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

“No matter what sword technique you use, I will take it with one hand right here, and that will be the end of it. how is it?”

He lifted his finger, saying that if he backed down or used both hands, he would fight until the end.

“great.”

Raon nodded. Since I had no intention of ending things with that man anyway, I thought it would be better to be satisfied with just exchanging herbal food today.

Slurp.

I pulled out my sword and lowered my posture. The white-haired man stood still in his first position, as if he was trying as much as he could.

However, his golden eyes had a darker glow than before.

‘Whatever it is, you have to hit it.’

Raon advanced with his right foot and raised the sword that had been tilted against the ground.

The flames burning above the sword continued like a river, forming a huge wave. It was the season of cartoonists, Yeomhae Mugyeol.

Hwaaaaaaaaa!

As red-hot flames like a snake’s tongue erupted into a storm, the white-haired man’s right hand stretched out.

Cheeeeee!

The red waves subside and the thick flames are erased as his hands extend as if he were the conductor of an orchestra.

Even the flow of the Jecheon Sword, which was drawing the path of the Flame Sea, stopped.

‘What the…’

I opened my eyes in bewilderment, but before I knew it, the blade of the white-haired man’s hand was in front of my neck.

“I guess that’s enough now, right?”

The white-haired man lightly nodded his chin and shook his hands.

“then.”

He left himself behind and entered the city as if he had no regrets.

‘Just now…’

Raon recalled a memory from a while ago.

‘Has Yeomhae Moogyeol itself been erased?’

A little while ago, the white-haired man killed the Flame Sea Infinite Auror and the advancing sword.

This situation itself was not understandable because it was impossible without knowing about one’s own swordsmanship.

-You saw it right.

Lars looked back and laughed.

-That bamboo-like bastard calmed the flow of your swordsmanship a little while ago. He’s a funny guy.

The guy chuckled as if he was happy that he got hurt.

‘Is it possible to destroy swordsmanship with just one look?’

-Do you have no conscience? Isn’t that what you do every time?

Lars waved his hand up and down, asking to think from the enemy’s perspective.

‘When I think about it, that’s right. No, wait a minute…’

Are you saying that that white-haired man can see other people’s swordsmanship like I can use a ring of fire?

He looked back and ate his appetite.

-I guess so. A prosecutor’s worst enemy…

‘That sounds fun, right?’

When I became convinced that if I continued to spar with that person, I could erase my weaknesses and become stronger, I naturally started laughing.

-The king feels…

Lars shook his head.

-You are a pervert even more than that madwoman!

* * *

Cooung!

The door to the Holy Sword Lord’s mansion opened, and a white-haired man walked inside without hesitation.

“Ryeonju…”

The white-haired man entered Rektar’s office and sat down on the sofa.

“What on earth did you bring?”

He frowned as if he didn’t understand.

“What are you talking about?”

Rektar put down the documents and lifted his chin.

“You felt it all.”

The white-haired man sighed and looked into Rektar’s calm eyes.

“Who is that monster that fought me?”

“How was the child?”

“kid? I don’t know if a being that moves toward completion can be called a child…”

He shook his head, saying it was beyond the scope of understanding.

“It’s still a long way from being complete.”

Rektar waved his hand, saying it wasn’t to that extent.

“This is my first time seeing Ryeonju like that. Do you plan to take him on as a disciple?”

“One muston is enough for my disciple. “The child you call an animal…”

He nodded with a deep smile.

“He is my grandson.”

Contrary to the saying that he had to lie about his identity, Rektar immediately revealed Raon’s identity. It seemed like he trusted the white-haired man.

“uh…?”

The white-haired man trembled his lips.

“Then it couldn’t be Edgar’s….”

“That’s right. “It’s that guy’s son.”

“No, what is this all of a sudden…”

He held his forehead as if he couldn’t figure out the situation.

“I’ll let you know all the details soon.”

Rektar lowered his hand, telling him to wait a moment.

“He is the grandson of Lianju and the son of Edgar. “Now I understand that talent.”

The white-haired man nodded heavily, saying he understood a little bit.

“My grandchild is special.”

Rektar curled his mouth as if he was happy to praise Raon.

“Still, I didn’t know you would immediately pull out the reverse seaweed.”

“It’s just annoying… huh? “You pretended not to know, but you knew everything!”

The white-haired man frowned as he looked at Rektar.

“Hmm! So, how do you feel about bumping into my grandson?”

Rektar asked about sparring as if he was changing the subject.

“He used highly sophisticated swordsmanship. However, it is absurd to try to make a new change amidst the adverse sea fog.”

He chewed his lip, saying that was the most surprising part.

“Anyway, he was like an animal.”

He shook his head, saying it wasn’t a group he wanted to deal with.

“But we won’t have to meet again in the future.”

The white-haired man waved his hand as if he was not interested and entered the mansion’s kitchen.

After filling the cloth with ingredients, he came back to the living room.

“I played with Ryeonju’s grandson, so I can take this much, right?”

The white-haired man waved his hand as if to see you later and turned around.

“Lawrence.”

When the name Rektar was called, the white-haired man stopped.

“My grandson’s real talent is not martial arts or swordsmanship.”

He smiled softly and shook his head.

“You’d better be prepared.”

Rektar turned his head and looked at the documents again, as if he had said all he wanted to say.

“Hmph…”

Lawrence looked at Rektar for a moment, then snorted and walked out.

“I didn’t expect to meet you this soon, but I guess…” As

soon as the door to the mansion closed, Rektar curled his lips.

“I think it’s going to be fun.”

* * *

“Hey, you fight well? “I’ve never seen someone endure like that after meeting Lawrence for the first time!”

The black-haired old man clapped, saying it was better than expected.

“You must have great fighting sense to not fall for that shady guy’s plan?”

The old man chuckled and nodded.

“You two…”

Raon blinked as he looked at the two old men standing blocking the road.

I was replaying my sparring with the white-haired man, and before I knew it, those two people were standing in front of me.

“Ah, I am the sword lord. Magic sword master. And this guy…”

“I will introduce myself. “I am a string sword master.”

The black-haired old man and the red-haired old man called themselves the Magic Sword Master and the String Sword Master.

‘Wasn’t he a member of the Senate?’

I thought they belonged to the Senate based on their strong energy and age, but the two were active swordsmen.

However, it was a name neither of them had heard of.

“You came with Ryeonju, right?”

“you’re right.”

Raon nodded as he put the Jecheon Sword into its scabbard.

“Did you take refuge in the Holy Swordsman? Who are the kids who came with me? “How did you learn the sword?”

The old man was caught asking questions without stopping even before hearing the answer.

“Why did you hide your face and hair color? Is he famous? “Can you tell me your name?”

The black-haired old man also bombarded him with questions as if he didn’t want to lose to the red-haired old man.

“Oh, I didn’t turn to refuge…”

Raon was about to answer the first question, when he heard small steps behind him.

It was the white-haired man with whom we had sparred a while ago. He was coming this way, like the first time, with his face covered with hair and a pack on his back.

“Hmm….”

“Keuhum….”

The magic sword master and the string sword master closed their chattering mouths and looked somewhere else, whistling and clearing their throats.

“…don’t talk nonsense.”

The white-haired man frowned as if warning the two old men, then glanced at Raon and climbed the mountain.

Looking at it again, I felt like I wanted to fight that man one more time.

“Who is this?”

“that person? 저거 개새끼야!”

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

“Lawrence who knows no grace! “We raised him openly, but just because he got stronger, he became a tyrant and started causing trouble!”

The black-haired old man gritted his teeth, saying he sympathized.

“The name is Lawrence.”

Raon quenched his appetite. It made me laugh because it was a name that suited my appearance even though it didn’t match it.

“He is as evil as his name suggests!”

“that’s right. If we’re playing, they get crazy and throw things around because it’s noisy! “It’s not even sparring, even if we just argue, it’s all hell!”

The old man who was caught shook his head and said he was crazy.

-Even the devil doesn’t touch me when I’m eating! Isn’t it trash!

‘If you touch the Demon King, he dies…’

Raon shook his head and then stopped.

‘If you make a lot of noise, I’ll throw you…’

I raised my head as I had a good idea.

“Where do you two spar?”

“On the hillside behind. “It’s close to that damn cave, but there’s no place like it.”

The black-haired old man said it was a perfect place for sparring and whetted his appetite.

“Now the story about that guy is over. “Do you want to spar with me?”

The old man who was caught rubbing his hands together said he wanted to have a fight.

“no! “I come first!”

The black-haired old man gritted his teeth, asking where he was cutting in line.

“….”

Raon raised his hand as he looked at the two old men growling.

“I will spar with both of you. Instead…”

He looked at the mountain behind him and curled his lips.

“Could you please do me a favor?”

* * *

Tuuk.

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

‘He is Edgar’s son…’

He frowned as he looked at the hand that had clashed with Raon’s sword a moment ago.

‘It’s definitely different.’

Trying to defy his own evil in that short moment was an alien ability that was beyond the realm of talent.

‘But being uneducated isn’t a real talent?’

Rektar said that his grandson’s true talent was not uneducated. I suddenly became curious about what that was.

‘No.’

It has nothing to do with me.

Since he didn’t move from here, it didn’t matter what talent the child had.

It had been a while since I moved my body, so I laid down on a bed made of tree branches to take a nap.

As I was trying to sleep, the ground shook violently and aura waves began to explode everywhere.

“Ugh…”

Lawrence stood up with a frown.

“These old people. “I told you not to fight here…” Maybe

he was old and deaf, but he didn’t listen even though I told him countless times.

I got annoyed and ran out of the cave, where there was one more person besides the two old men.

“Why are you…”

Rektar’s grandson, who had surprised him, was clashing swords with a string sword holder.

“It’s a coincidence.”

Rektar’s grandson grinned and nodded.

“How about taking this opportunity to share some more?”