The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1191

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Chapter 1191

-Hmm?

Wrath raised one eyebrow with evident curiosity.

-What exactly are you trying to do?

He gestured with his round hand, as if urging me to speak my thoughts aloud, at least to him.

‘That is….’

I was about to share my thoughts with Wrath when—

“R-Raon….”

Edgar called out to me, his trembling hand rising weakly.

“Save me….”

He exhaled a thin, labored breath, as if convinced he would die if things continued as they were.

“You won’t die, so don’t worry.”

I smiled faintly and took Edgar’s hand.

“Grandfather would never strike down Father with a thunderbolt powerful enough to kill him. If anything, your muscles should be activated now.”

Glen’s lightning had appeared brutal enough to end Edgar’s life, but in truth, it inflicted only intense pain.
By stimulating his body with the thunder, he was now merely exaggerating his suffering without realizing it himself.

“Huh?”

Edgar blinked and rotated his shoulders and arms back and forth.

“Is it… really?”

He gaped in astonishment, declaring that his muscle soreness had truly vanished.

“It still aches a bit, but my entire body feels so loose and limber!”

Edgar chuckled with delight, remarking that it had been ages since his body felt this comfortable.

“Indeed? Be sure to thank Grandfather for this.”

I smiled faintly and nodded in agreement.

‘He’s certainly different from my master.’

Glen unleashed devastating lightning strikes without mercy when attacking Rimer, yet it seemed he had exercised some restraint after all—perhaps out of consideration for his son-in-law.

“Father!”

Edgar rose unsteadily on trembling legs and bowed deeply to Glen.

“Thank you for loosening my stiffened body!”

He offered his gratitude to Glen, following my suggestion.

“Hmm.”

Glen gave a brief nod, seemingly unbothered by accepting Edgar’s thanks.

“I always thought you were a cantankerous old man, but I was mistaken! Truly befitting the Sword Saint—you harbor hidden intentions in all your actions!”

Yet Edgar, true to his talkative nature, began squandering the goodwill he’d just earned by prattling on unnecessarily.

“Um, well, Father….”
“Even during meals, you always sit there with such an air of dignity that I never knew whether your food was going into your mouth or your nose—that must have had some deeper purpose too, right?”

Before anyone could stop him, Edgar unleashed a barrage of pointless remarks in rapid succession.

“What was the meaning behind maintaining such composure at the table? Ah! Could it be that you were training us to remain unaffected no matter the circumstances….”

Edgar seemed genuinely delighted that Glen had been thinking of him, and he continued chattering away without regard for the astonishment around him.

“Ah….”

I watched as the sky folded with Glen’s furrowed brow, lightning flickering across the heavens, and squeezed my eyes shut.

Boom!

“I… Arghhhhhh!”

With a deafening roar as if the entire Continent were shattering, lightning struck once more, and Edgar tumbled backward with a piercing scream.

“Please, just stay still….”

I tossed the charred, unconscious Edgar carelessly into a corner and sprinkled healing potion over him.

“Sigh, how did I end up with such an idiot….”

Sylvia, who had witnessed the entire ordeal, heaved a deep sigh at Edgar’s pathetic state. Still, because he was her husband, she splashed water from the Garden’s watering can across his face.

-Your master and this fool are cut from the same cloth, aren’t they?

Wrath let out a hollow laugh, thinking Rimer had been resurrected.

‘I was thinking the same thing.’

I chuckled and nodded in agreement.

‘That’s what makes it a shame.’

If my master and father had met, they would have been perfect together.

Both Rimer and Edgar were talkative, playful people with an easy-going nature. Had they met, they would have become the best of friends, and I found myself wishing they could have.

-No, it’s a blessing they never met!

Wrath shook his head firmly.

-I’m already exasperated just watching this one fool, and if those two had met, I’d be so frustrated that the True Demon King himself would have descended!

He narrowed his eyes, telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

That’s enough talk—tell me what you’re actually planning to do!

Wrath tilted his chin, as if asking how I could possibly stand against Glen’s blade.

‘That’s….’

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Glen instructing Sia in swordsmanship.

‘I’ll confirm it later.’

I waved my hand, telling him to wait until then.

-Ugh….

Wrath grasped his own head with trembling hands.

-This is infuriating! There are two ways to make someone angry—the first is to leave your words unfinished, and….

He brought his finger to his lips as he burst into fury and gnashed his teeth.

‘You’ll understand soon enough,’

I smiled and turned my head away.

‘Tonight, in fact.’

* * *

Crash!

Even during the sparring match after dinner, I couldn’t block Glen’s strike and tumbled backward.

“Ugh….”

A groan escaped me unbidden from the pain, which was far more intense than I’d anticipated. Glen seemed to sense that his body was far more resilient than expected, and he was applying even greater force than before.

-Hey….

Wrath’s eyes grew cold and sharp.

-You said you’d show me something different, but what is this! It’s no different from before, is it! No, if anything, you collapsed even faster!

I furrowed my brow, wondering what on earth he was trying to demonstrate.

‘This isn’t as easy as I thought.’

I let out a thin laugh and waved my hand.

‘It seems I was too ambitious trying to immediately grasp the sword of the Continent’s greatest swordsman.’

I laughed awkwardly at the unexpected result.

-Grasp?

Wrath’s eyes narrowed sharply.

-Don’t tell me you actually tried to counter that old geezer’s sword technique after just observing it?

He widened his eyes as if genuinely shocked by the thought.

‘That’s right.’

I nodded calmly.

-You’ve finally lost your mind!

Wrath furrowed his brow in exasperation.

-If you fought with raw power or physical fortitude, perhaps, but there’s no way you could defeat that old man in a sword duel!

He shook his head, insisting that at my current level, it was impossible to grasp Glen Zigheart’s sword technique.

‘No, it’s possible. Analyzing sword techniques is the very foundation of my power.’
-Foundation?
‘That Ring of Fire you’re always calling a cheat—it possesses a special eye capable of comprehending all martial techniques.’

Since my reincarnation, I have always lived by rotating the Ring of Fire above my heart. Now, the Ring of Fire had become something akin to a brother rather than merely a martial technique.

With the tenth ring about to form following the nine existing rings, I believed I could read Glen Zigheart’s sword with the Ring of Fire’s most crucial characteristic—the ability to comprehend the martial techniques of others.

But as befitted the Continent’s strongest swordsman, Glen’s blade seemed unable to react to mere exploratory strikes.

-If it were truly that deception ring, it might be possible….

Wrath furrowed his brow, as if the possibility wasn’t entirely absent.

“Raon.”

Glen Zigheart approached with deliberate steps and stood before me.

“It seems you’ve discovered a new method to contend with my blade.”

Through a single exchange, he had perceived the shift in my movements, and a serene smile graced his lips.

“An admirable resolve. During my stay at the Annex Building, exhaust every possibility at your disposal.”

Glen’s laughter carried both the ease of one for whom the outcome remained unchanged regardless of my efforts, and a genuine appreciation for my pursuit of new paths.

“Yes. That is my intention.”

I steadied my gaze with unwavering resolve, declaring my readiness to challenge and shatter countless times over.

“Ordinarily, our next bout would be tomorrow morning, but shall we attempt once more, here and now?”

Glen Zigheart, pleased with my response, gave a slight nod to continue the exchange.

“Of course.”

I answered decisively and rose to my feet. Though some soreness lingered, it posed no impediment to combat, so I lifted the Heavenly Sword.

“Excellent.”

Glen Zigheart wore a tranquil smile as he raised a thin branch, directing its point toward his own chest. Despite being merely a slender twig, I felt the chilling sensation of my heart already pierced through.

“The hour grows late, so I shall proceed without delay.”

He spoke of time to spend playing with Sia, extending the branch forward as he advanced.

Whoooooosh!

The moment Glen Zigheart lifted the branch, Raon resonated the rings of fire, nine circles spinning wildly and emitting a solemn hum.

Gooooooooo!

Time slowed, space bleached white. All light and flow drained from the world, leaving only Glen and myself.

No—only Glen’s branch and the Heavenly Sword in my grip continued to move.

‘Righteous Blade, Swift Blade, Empty Blade, Severing Blade?’

I bit my lip, watching Glen’s branch undulate like a salmon swimming upstream. He was honing four sword techniques to their absolute limits and driving them toward me.

‘The opposite of those techniques!’

My goal wasn’t merely to comprehend Glen’s sword—it was to break it. I couldn’t stop at understanding his techniques; I had to counter them.

‘Chaos Blade, Dull Blade, Collision Blade, Flexible Blade.’

I wove four counter-techniques into the opening form of the Radiant Sword and thrust it toward Glen’s branch as it came slashing down.

Cliiiiiiing!

The sword techniques dwelling in the silver blade of the Heavenly Sword bloomed in perfect harmony, blocking Glen’s branch.

‘This works!’

I clenched my teeth and poured strength into my grip.

‘I’ve definitely stopped it!’

Since I’d created a counter-technique capable of devouring Glen’s blade, I was confident I could hold his branch. I tensed every muscle in my body.

‘Now for the counterattack… wait?’

But the instant Glen’s branch made contact with the Heavenly Sword’s edge, I sensed something was terribly wrong.

Kuuuuuuung!

Glen’s branch twisted violently, pierced through the Heavenly Sword, and struck my chest.

Cough!

I crashed to the ground with my chest struck by the branch, just as I had during the first sparring match.

“Ugh….”

A more agonizing groan escaped my lips than before.

‘What… what is this?’

I had clearly grasped the essence of Glen Zigheart’s swordsmanship through the Ring of Fire and crafted a flawless counter-technique, yet I couldn’t comprehend why it had failed.

“Close, though.”

Glen Zigheart approached me slowly, his footsteps deliberate.

“Your adaptability is impressive for one so young.”

He gazed at the branch wreathed in white smoke, a thin smile playing across his lips. His expression betrayed satisfaction with his own blade.

“You read my technique, yet you still lost. That confusion in your eyes is telling.”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his gaze as he read the bewilderment in my eyes.

“Yes, Elder. My strength, speed, and the subtlety woven into my swordsmanship were all superior, yet I cannot fathom how this came to pass.”

I nodded, acknowledging that the outcome had defied all my expectations.

-Hmm, that’s….
“Shall I tell you?”

Both Wrath and Glen Zigheart seemed eager to reveal the answer to me.

“No.”

I turned my gaze toward Wrath and Glen Zigheart, my eyes burning with quiet intensity.

“As I’ve said before, I wish to find the answer myself.”

He shook his head firmly, declaring that one could never overcome the Wall with answers merely heard from others.

“I see.”

Glen Zigheart’s lips curved into a subtle smile—not one of disappointment, but of genuine pride.

“Then I suppose I must wait for your answer.”

He declared that would suffice for today and returned to the Annex Building where Sia awaited.

-Stubborn as always, I see.

Wrath narrowed his eyes, remarking that this was no answer one could find easily.

-It will take time,

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, yet a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.

‘No, it won’t take that long.’

I nodded calmly, conviction settling in my chest.

-What? How could you possibly know that?

Wrath’s brow furrowed in confusion.

‘Because it’s time to forge a new path.’

I raised my right hand and placed it over my left chest, where my heart thrummed with vitality and nine rings resonated in perfect harmony.

‘I must create the tenth ring.’

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