The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1192

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Chapter 1192

-Rings of Fire?

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as he gazed at my chest.

-You’re telling me there are still only nine of them?
‘Yeah. Still nine.’

I nodded, feeling the rings of fire that wrapped around my heart like the tail of a comet.
He nodded, feeling it.

Looking back on it, it should have been ten a long time ago.

Ideally, I should have spent more time creating ten rings of fire and achieving awakening to reach my current level.

However, she transcended beyond transcendence without awakening, the Ring of Fire, Manhwagong, or Glacsia’s rank advancement, because she grew by awakening to human emotions rather than through awakening itself.

It was such an unexpected occurrence that even I hadn’t anticipated it, so it passed by like water flowing without much thought, but now it’s time to forge another link.

What a truly ridiculous trait this is!

Wrath furrowed his brow deeply, as if at a loss for words.

“Even a fool who hasn’t reached level 10 having such an ability? Does that make sense?! No! That damn ring was useless from the moment I first met it!”

It seemed he recalled how the creature couldn’t seize his body because of the Ring of Fire, and he ground his teeth roughly.

“Because the person who made it is just that amazing.”

Raon let out a soft chuckle and lowered his hand that had been sensing Gori’s movements.

“Maybe I’m even stronger than you?”

The martial artist who created the Ring of Fire is the First Zigheart Family Head. He was an unparalleled warrior who slayed the Demon Dragon and saved the world, and since he was a martial artist stronger than even Wrath or Glen Zigheart by his own estimation, it made sense that the Ring of Fire he created was something special.

Nonsense!

Wrath let out a sharp cry.

-There is no human stronger than the True Demon King!

He furrowed his brow, insisting that the Lord of Wrath would never
lose to any human.

-Bring that bastard here at once! I’ll twist his neck off!
‘He won’t even be able to twist my wrist, let alone my neck.’

I shrugged my shoulders toward the enraged Wrath.

‘The person who created the Ring of Fire no longer exists in this world.’

The First Zigheart Family Head established the Zigheart Family, scattered seeds for the future across the entire Continent, and then vanished without leaving a trace.
It’s been a thousand years already, so he could have been killed by someone, or he could have died of old age. Either way, it makes no sense that he’s still alive now.

-Hah! Then I’ve won!

Wrath snorted triumphantly, declaring that the one who survives is the strongest.

‘That’s true enough.’

I smiled faintly and nodded.

‘Still, I’ve somehow skipped a stage, so I’ll need to fill that gap.’

I traced a perfect circle with my finger, representing the tenth ring.

-That will not be so easy.

Wrath shook his head as he looked at his own fingers.

-Catching a carriage that has already passed is harder than one might think.

He clicked his tongue, suggesting that since I’d missed the timing, it might actually be more difficult now that I’ve grown than it was back then.

‘You’re right about that.’

Raon didn’t refute Wrath’s words and calmly acknowledged them.

‘Just because I’ve grown stronger doesn’t mean I can easily obtain a realm I should have reached before.’

Even if he had transcended as Wrath said, obtaining the tenth ring wouldn’t be simple.
The outline of the tenth ring was faintly perceptible, but filling it in would clearly be difficult.

-Then it’ll take another eternity….
‘No, it won’t.’

This time, Raon interrupted Wrath’s words and raised his hand.

‘This time, there’s someone who can help me shorten that period significantly.’

He pointed his finger at Glen Zigheart, who had entered the Annex Building.

-Ah!

Wrath’s eyes widened as he grasped what Raon meant.

‘Having the greatest swordmaster on the Continent beside me is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.’

Raon smacked his lips with satisfaction, determined to use Glen to the fullest.

‘I’ll absorb Grandfather’s swordsmanship like scraping crab meat until I reach the pinnacle of martial arts.’
-Wow….

Wrath’s mouth fell open in disbelief.

-Now you’re going to drain your grandfather too, after the True Demon King?

This is parasitism, not humanity!

* * *

“Hmm!”

Glen turned from the window where he sensed Raon’s gaze and drew a faint smile.

“He’s changing, bit by bit.”

He nodded with satisfaction, as if he could feel Raon’s transformation in his very bones.

“How is he doing?”

Sylvia set down a plate of sliced fruit before Glen and Sia, then took a seat beside them.

“Is Raon doing well?”

Despite being a Grand Master, she seemed unable to discern the details of Glen and Raon’s situation, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“Hard to say.”

Glen pierced a slice of melon with his fork as he answered.

“Raon is attempting various changes, but whether they’ll succeed remains uncertain.”

He spoke of how Raon stood at a crucial crossroads where failure was equally possible, then handed the melon to Sia.

“If he’s making the attempt, that’s enough.”

Sylvia’s lips curved into a subtle smile, as if pleased by his words.

“My heart feels at ease.”
“Even though I just said failure is likely?”

Glen tilted his head, as if questioning whether she’d truly heard him.

“Yes. As you said, he’ll probably fail. But he’ll definitely get back up and challenge himself again.”

Sylvia clasped her hands tightly as she watched Raon wielding his sword beneath the moonlight.

“Raon is a child who knows no surrender.”

She spoke with such trust in him that even countless failures would ultimately lead to success, then slowly closed her eyes before opening them again.

“That’s right! My brother will never lose.”

Sia swallowed a chunk of melon in one bite and smiled brightly.

“You said that if you don’t give up, you won’t lose to anyone!”

She repeated my words exactly as I had spoken them, clenching her fist.

“If you don’t give up, you won’t lose….”

Glen nodded thoughtfully at my words coming through Sia’s mouth, a pleased smile crossing his face.

“Indeed. One could say that my grandson’s entire life is embodied in those words.”

Born in the Annex Building as a Branch Family member, he had risen to the Main Lineage through his own strength and effort, surpassed the Gwangpung Corps, ascended to lead the Gwangpung Unit, and ultimately became the master of the Gwangpung Hall—he had earned the right to speak those words more than anyone else in this world.

“Sia, you must remember well what Raon said….”

Glen was about to continue his counsel to Sia when—

“Father-in-law!”

Edgar stepped forward, brushing back his hair that had been singed and frizzed by lightning.

“I won’t lose when it comes to stubborn determination! Like Raon, I won’t give up, and I’ll stay by your side without ever leaving until you accept me!”

He pressed his lips together firmly, convinced that Glen had not yet accepted him.

“Huh…?”

Glen’s eyes went cold enough to be noticeable. He furrowed his brow as if he had no idea what Edgar was talking about.

“That expression won’t help! My nickname is Leech! I’ll follow you to the end and make you accept me….”
“Shut up!”

Sylvia could no longer hold back and kicked Edgar’s chin with the tip of her foot.

Thwack!

Edgar, caught completely off guard by Sylvia’s surprise attack, surrendered his chin and crashed to the ground once more.

“Your father didn’t strike you with lightning because he dislikes you! He did it because you’re acting like an idiot right now!”

Sylvia smacked Edgar’s forehead, demanding he come to his senses, even though he was already unconscious.

“Heh….”

Edgar’s mind had already left his body, so he couldn’t hear Sylvia’s words—only drool dripped from his mouth.

“Sigh….”

Sia shook her head in dismay at Edgar’s pathetic state.

Blink.

Glen blinked for a moment, then placed a hand on Sylvia’s shoulder.

“Hang in there. But….”

He sighed as he looked at Edgar, who was drooling profusely.

“Why did it have to be this guy?”
“He was actually fine before.”

Sylvia furrowed her brow, saying he seemed to have become an idiot after putting on the Death Knight’s helmet.

“…I see. I understand.”
“I’m serious!”

She raised her voice, as if hurt by Glen’s lukewarm response.

“He was fine twenty-five years ago!”
“I believe you.”
“I really mean it!”

Glen and Sylvia exchanged words tinged with playfulness for the first time, their laughter blooming between them.

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‘Destructive Sword, Transforming Sword, Returning Sword, Connecting Sword, Loyal Sword.’

I watched Glen’s branch-like sword undulate toward me like a divine dragon, my lips pressing together as I bit down hard.

‘I need to dismantle this in reverse order.’

Since Glen’s blade shifted its flow with each passing moment, I couldn’t rely on the sequence in which I’d read the sword techniques—I had to construct my counters in reverse.
I resonated the rings of fire at their extreme, and within the trembling harmony of nine rings that shook my very heart, I found the position for the tenth ring.

‘I can’t find an opening.’

As I transcended further, the rotation speed of the rings accelerated even more, making it impossibly difficult to find the space to connect the flames and form the tenth ring.

‘Still, I’ve managed to shape about half of it.’

Training against Glen three times a day had allowed me to temporarily add one incomplete ring, though not all ten.
Thanks to this, I’d gained slightly more time to actually see Glen’s blade.

‘Just a bit more properly… wait?’

My eyes widened as I scanned through Glen’s sword technique.

‘What? There were definitely five before?’

Glen’s current sword technique contained five distinct sword technique subtleties.

But looking again now, it seemed there was one more subtlety hidden within that I hadn’t read.

‘Is this why I’ve been unable to use my power and kept losing?’

It was clear that because I hadn’t read the hidden sword technique subtlety Glen possessed, I’d simply been taking hits for over two weeks.

‘I don’t know what the hidden sword technique subtlety is.’

Perhaps because the tenth ring hadn’t been properly forged, I couldn’t see what additional sword technique subtlety Glen had embedded.

‘It can’t be helped. I’ll proceed even if I can’t read it!’

Without completing the tenth ring, I resonated nine and a half rings and
thrust the Heavenly Sword toward Glen’s charging branch.

Whoooooosh!

My own swordsmanship, forged specifically to dismantle Glen’s techniques, extended outward in a sweeping arc as vast as the heavens themselves.

Even with nine rings of fire surpassing my limit, the full force of my aura, and my physical capabilities pushed to their absolute maximum, the outcome remained unchanged.

Crash!

I tumbled across the Garden floor, thick with vegetation, the Heavenly Sword still in my grip.

Whoosh!

Glen’s branch remained unchanged from its original form as it touched his chest.

“I… I’ve lost.”

I admitted my defeat through gritted teeth. It was astounding how Glen could contain such a magnificent swordsmanship technique within that tiny branch.

“Hmm.”

Glen accepted my defeat and lowered the branch.

“What did you perceive today?”

He tilted his chin, asking what I had felt during this bout.

“The Head of House initially displayed five techniques: the Broken Sword, the Changing Sword, the Returning Sword, the Connecting Sword, and the Piercing Sword. However…”

I gazed at the Heavenly Sword’s blade, white mist rising from its surface, then lifted my head.

“Midway through, a different technique wove itself in. For the first time, I sensed it.”

I told him that by watching Glen’s eyes, I had managed to read his sword ever so slightly.

“Two weeks. You’ve only just reached the starting line.”

Glen nodded broadly, as if confirming my words were correct.

“But if you do not understand what that technique is, why it appeared midway, and why it does not break harmony, you will never be able to stop this branch.”

He dusted off his hands lightly as if this were merely the beginning, then returned to the Annex Building.

‘To discover that in merely two weeks. He’s my grandson, but he’s truly a monster unlike any other.’

Glen Zigheart felt a chill run through him at Raon’s rate of growth, and he let out a silent laugh that no one could hear.

‘But the path ahead will be far more treacherous. Even with fortune on his side, before the war….’

It was as he evaluated Raon and painted a picture of what lay ahead.

Crack, crack, crack.

The leaves of the branch Glen held fell away, their edges as sharp and clean as if they’d been sliced by a blade.

“Heh.”

He hastily gathered the fallen leaves in his hand where Raon couldn’t see, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

‘I was mistaken.’

Glen Zigheart glanced sideways at Raon, who was lost in thought, and curved his lips into a gentle smile.

‘Rather,
it might unfold far faster than this.’

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