The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1190

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Chapter 1190

“Huh…?”

Raon blinked blankly, staring at Glen Zigheart.

‘I can’t become like Grandfather?’

That was obvious, wasn’t it?

I knew better than anyone that I was absolutely lacking compared to Glen Zigheart. I couldn’t understand why he was suddenly saying I couldn’t become like him.

-What is that old man talking about?

Wrath’s eyes widened as if he too didn’t understand what Glen Zigheart meant.

-And after going through all the trouble
of creating a book with his insights, why is he burning it!

He wrinkled his nose as he gazed at the gray ashes that had once been a book.

“I understand that you and Grandfather are different. However…”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he grasped at the ashes scattering through the air with his fingers.

“Aren’t we both swordsmen walking the path of ten thousand swords? Why did you burn that book?”

I thought I was beginning to understand Glen Zigheart’s thoughts and feelings lately, but I was completely wrong. I couldn’t fathom why he would go through the trouble of creating a book only to burn it.

“Walking the path of ten thousand swords together?”

Glen Zigheart shook his head firmly.

“Absolutely not.”

He closed his fingers, which blazed with lightning, and once again declared that Raon and he were different.

“What do you mean…?”

I furrowed my brow at Glen, demanding an explanation.

“I mentioned it before—the Myriad Swords is one system of martial arts that pursues and develops every sword technique that exists in this world. In other words, a swordmaster walking the path of the Myriad Swords must always be consumed by the desire for the blade.”

Glen wagged his finger as if asking whether I remembered what he’d said previously.

“But I abandoned that path midway.”

He raised his trembling hand and placed it over his chest.

“What?”

I widened my eyes at words I was hearing for the first time.

“Is that… truly the case?”

I had heard Glen’s explanation of the Myriad Swords before, but this was the first time I’d learned that he’d abandoned that path.

“My Myriad Swords does not contain every sword technique in existence. I endeavored to include everything I learned and witnessed, but I could not pursue beyond that.”

He placed his hand on the Heavenly Sword at his waist and released a heavy sigh.

“Originally, new sword techniques are born when different techniques clash with one another. Just as flexible swordplay emerged to overcome rigid strength, and sluggish techniques arose to counter swift strikes—the world of the blade continues to expand endlessly even now.”

Glen stretched his hand toward the sky as if drawing constellations.

“Therefore, the Myriad Swords can never be completed. It will remain unfinished until swordmasters themselves cease to exist and this world perishes.”

He clenched his fist and furrowed his brow.

“So I abandoned the endless pursuit of the Myriad Swords and perfected my own blade instead. Through the Myriad Swords, I reached heights greater than anyone else and became stronger, but in achieving my own completion, I sealed myself off from ascending any further.”

Glen pressed his lips together firmly.

“If there exists a swordmaster who has achieved the Myriad Swords from an even greater height than I, then I have no choice but to face defeat. I can grow stronger, but I can no longer advance my sword techniques beyond this point.”

He slowly closed his eyes as if contemplating his own defeat, then opened them again.

Yet for some reason, Glen’s face seemed pleased as well.

“But Raon. You are different.”

Glen drew a subtle smile, unlike when he spoke of himself.

“The path of the Ten Thousand Swords is painfully tedious and agonizing, yet you will not abandon it now or in the future. As your swordsmanship advances gradually, your blade too shall grow infinitely. A realm far more noble than completion itself.”

His eyes grew warm, as though he were already envisioning my future.

“Now you understand, don’t you? Why you and I are different.”
“Yes. As you say, Grandfather, I will not give up.”

I nodded solemnly, turning over the meaning of Glen’s words in my mind.

“Because the sword is too much fun.”

The Ten Thousand Swords is not about mastering a handful of sword techniques, but cultivating dozens of them in tandem.
In other words, progressing from swift strikes to powerful strikes, from powerful strikes to heavy strikes—repeating the same techniques endlessly according to their nuances—I had no choice but to spend time that was, as Glen said, tedious and painful.

‘But…’

Is it truly tedious?

In my past life, I learned swordplay I never wanted to learn, wielding blades to take lives. This present existence, where I could learn and wield the sword by my own will, was a blessing.

‘It’s just enjoyable.’

Being able to swing the sword as I wished was an incomparable joy.

My training was peculiar. I didn’t merely practice newly learned techniques—I always began with the fundamentals and repeated through to the techniques I had created myself.

Spending time that way, I would swing the blade only a few times before the sun set and night arrived.
Yet I continued swinging, refining what was lacking.
From childhood until now, I had repeated such training countless times, and there was never tedium or pain—only endless happiness.

‘The reason is simple.’

Because it’s fun.

Training alone with the blade, sparring with others, devising new techniques, and clashing with enemies—all of it brought me joy. That’s why I’ve come this far.

“I will continue down this path.”

Raon nodded gravely, reaffirming his resolve never to abandon the sword, just as Glen had said.

“As expected.”

Glen drew a subtle smile, as if he’d known this would be my answer.

“Then it’s time.”

He nodded as though the moment had finally arrived.

“Time for what?”

Raon tilted his head, not immediately grasping Glen’s meaning.

“The time has come for your blade and mine to cross.”

Glen smiled calmly and picked up a thin twig from the ground. He extended it forward, signaling the beginning of a duel.

“Come.”

* * *

Gulp.

Raon swallowed hard as he stared at Glen’s twig aimed directly at his chest.

‘A duel with Grandfather?’

Glen had taught me swordsmanship and crossed blades with me several times before. But this was the first formal duel since I’d ascended to Transcendence.

-Oho.

Wrath let out an exclamation upon witnessing the gravity in Glen’s gaze.

-That old man really means to fight.

That fellow smacked his lips long and hard, saying Glen was being sincere.

‘I know it too.’

Just as Wrath said, Glen was scrutinizing me with cold, piercing eyes as if facing an enemy. From his gaze alone, I felt an immense killing intent so sharp it seemed to sever my neck.

“Understood.”

I steadied my breathing calmly and drew the Heavenly Sword.

‘That’s a twig, but it’s a sword.’

Glen was holding not a sword but a thin, small twig in his right hand, yet it would be several times more formidable than the peerless weapons wielded by other transcendents.

‘If I lose focus for even a moment, I might die on the spot.’

Glen’s twig appeared sharper and harder than the Heavenly Sword that Balkan had honed and refined countless times. The difference in swordsmanship was creating a difference in weapons.

‘Still….’

An opportunity like this would never come again.

Learning the sword and enlightenment from Glen was already a tremendous fortune, but to formally spar with him was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. I gathered my resolve and raised the Heavenly Sword into position.

“I’ll begin at once.”

I announced that as his junior, I would attack first, then stepped forward with my left foot.

‘Should I start with a probing move?’

Given the vast gap in skill between Glen and myself, I employed the Taewhwa Sambo footwork for restraint. I was about to draw the Heavenly Sword upward to match my fluid and graceful footwork with swordplay, unfolding the Silver Sword Dream, when—

Whoooooosh!

The twig Glen held had already appeared before my eyes.

‘When—when did it move?’

I was deploying my ki-sensing at full power, yet I hadn’t even felt Glen’s twig move. The situation was so absurd that despite the urgency, a hollow laugh escaped me.

‘I need to block this… Ah!’

I desperately tried to raise the Heavenly Sword, but my arm refused to move.

‘This is…’

There were two reasons I couldn’t react in time. First, the branch strike was far too swift, and it contained such an exquisite technique woven within it that the flow was impossible to read.

Crack!

Unable to block Glen’s strike, I took the blow directly to my head and tumbled backward. My eyes closed as if I had lost consciousness entirely.

“Hmm…”

Glen examined the branch that had struck my forehead and clicked his tongue briefly.

“Was that too much? It seems I applied excessive force.”

He was about to furrow his brow, thinking he should reduce his strength.

“No, sir.”

I opened my eyes wide and sat up, raising my upper body.

“Please don’t hold back your strength.”

I shook my head, saying this was exactly what I needed.

“What, what? You should have been knocked unconscious?”

Glen’s jaw trembled in confusion.

-Hmph! Old man, you still don’t understand this brat!

Wrath snorted as he looked at Glen.

-This fool has drained every ounce of the True Demon King’s power, making his body as solid as a chief advisor of the Demon Lords!

He nodded, saying ordinary attacks could never render him unconscious.

“Are you truly certain about this?”

Glen’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

“Yes. This is the perfect moment. I will follow Grandfather’s teachings….”

I offered Glen a deep smile.

“Because I will not abandon the Ten Thousand Swords.”

* * *

Whoooosh!

I took the branch Glen thrust forward directly to my chest and tumbled roughly across the ground.

“Ugh….”

Since Glen had not held back his strength, the pain was far more intense than I anticipated—my chest ached so severely that I could scarcely draw breath for some time.

“If you think it is too much, tell me now. There is no shame in it.”

Glen nodded, signaling he would adjust his power at any moment.

“…No. You may strike even harder.”

I bit my lip and shook my head firmly.

“Then shall I tell you why you cannot block and keep falling?”

Glen lowered his gaze as if to say he would reveal the answer the moment I asked.

“No.”

I shook my head with unwavering resolve.

“I will discover it myself. If I simply accept the answer from you, my blade will never progress.”

If I sought answers from others, I might grow stronger in the short term, but my sword would stagnate and remain unchanged.
As always, I must find the answers myself and dedicate myself to research—only then will my blade advance and reach greater heights in the realm of the ten-thousand sword technique.

“I see.”

Glen Zigheart nodded, clearly approving of my way of thinking and determination.

“Then I shall see you this evening.”

He waved his hand as if telling me to think carefully, then approached Sia, who was wielding her sword in the Garden.

“Sia! Would you like to learn a different sword technique from your grandfather this time?”

Glen Zigheart approached Sia and gently stroked her head.

“Yes! I want to learn!”

Sia nodded eagerly and lowered her sword.

“Excellent! Today let us practice the Heavenly Wolf Sword Technique. You should master it in no time.”

Glen Zigheart guided Sia’s sword with far greater care than when he had dealt with me.

“Hmm…”

I watched calmly as Glen Zigheart’s blade traced patterns through the empty air, my eyes narrowing.

‘Perfect. His sword contains not a single wasted movement.’

Glen Zigheart displayed flawless swordsmanship even during our sparring session, never faltering. Merely watching him sent chills racing down my spine.

‘No, this isn’t the time to be admiring him.’

I clicked my tongue and turned my head away.

‘I need to analyze how I was defeated.’

Glen Zigheart strikes three times a day—after each meal, he comes at me with a branch. That branch contains the very essence of swordsmanship he has perfected over a lifetime, making it impossible to block even with the Heavenly Sword at full power.

Four days had passed since Glen arrived at the Annex Building, yet I hadn’t managed to block or deflect his branch even once. Honestly, I couldn’t see a path forward in this situation.

-Certainly, this is no easy trial.

Wrath nodded his chin as if acknowledging the difficulty of this ordeal.

-But why are you smiling?

He narrowed his eyes as he observed me wearing a deep smile.

‘Because this situation is enjoyable.’

I picked up the Heavenly Sword embedded in the ground and curled my lips upward.

‘I’ve been given the opportunity to spar three times a day with the strongest swordsman on the Continent. And in a way that allows my sword to develop. How could I not be delighted?’

I shrugged my shoulders, saying that this moment was so enjoyable I couldn’t help but smile.

-You’re a pervert through and through. No wonder the Mad Woman took a liking to you!

Wrath shook his tail in exasperation.

-So, do you see any answers yet?

He nodded his chin as if asking whether there had been any improvement.

‘No.’

I shook my head as I returned the Heavenly Sword to its sheath.

‘Honestly, I still don’t quite understand it.’

Glen’s swordsmanship changed each time, and the combinations of his martial techniques were always different, making it difficult to defend against.

However, I was gradually becoming familiar with his swordsmanship. It seemed the Ring of Fire was growing within the realm of Ten Thousand Swords.

‘Still, I have a feeling good news will come soon… wait?’

It was when I was telling Wrath to be patient just a little longer.

“Raon!”

Edgar leaped like a frog, landing directly in front of me.

“Want some help? Let me get a hit in on that old man!”

He lowered his voice, mentioning that he’d suffered under Glen’s instruction for four days and wanted revenge.

“Well…”

I rolled my eyes and glanced at Glen, who was visible behind Edgar.

“He can hear everything, you know?”

I sighed, wondering why he would say such things here.

“What are you talking about! I put up a thick barrier so he can’t hear!”

Edgar shook his head, insisting he’d erected a thick barrier to block Glen’s hearing.

“That won’t work on the Continent’s strongest swordmaster…”

I grabbed my head, explaining that the barrier was thin enough for even me to hear through it.

“Oh, well, then…”

Edgar’s mouth fell open as he realized the extent of the situation.

“Boy.”

Glen stepped behind Edgar, his gaze turning cold and piercing.

“I didn’t know you held me in such high regard. I suppose I should repay that affection.”

He drew the Heavenly Sword with a chilling smile.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Red lightning erupted across the sky above the Annex Building as the Heavenly Sword was unsheathed.

“Wait, hold on! Father. I….”

As Edgar raised his hand in apology, crimson lightning filling the sky descended in the shape of a dragon.

BOOM!

Edgar, struck directly by the lightning, couldn’t even scream properly and crumpled to the ground, smoke pouring from his mouth.

“Hmph!”

Glen snorted as if to warn him to be careful next time, then returned to Sia’s side.

“Wow, I’ve seen this scene many times.”

I chuckled as I looked at Edgar, charred black.

‘It feels like it’s been a while since I’ve seen my master defying Grandfather.’

I’d only ever seen Glen treat someone so roughly with Rimer, but now it seemed another person had joined that list.

‘Anyway… hm?’

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Edgar, charred black.

‘Wait. Could this method actually work?’

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