The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1193

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Chapter 1193

Whirrrrrrr!

Nine rings blazed with crimson radiance, spinning violently around my heart as their epicenter.

Between the rings of fire that poured forth heat far more intense than a blast furnace, a subtle red glow emerged.
The tenth burning ring of fire desperately struggled to carve its own path, evading the nine rings that resonated like madness.

Clang!

As I formed the tenth ring above my heart, I simultaneously analyzed Glen Zigheart’s swordsmanship that surged toward me with the grandeur of ocean waves.

I wielded the Heavenly Sword with a grip so tight it seemed ready to shatter, unleashing a counter-technique I’d created in that fleeting instant.

Crash!

Glen Zigheart’s branch reversed my counter-strike and shattered it, pushing the Heavenly Sword away.

Screech!

As the Heavenly Sword was knocked back, the tenth ring—more than halfway formed—failed to complete and dissipated with a burst of red sparks.

Thud!

Glen Zigheart’s descending branch struck my head, and I collapsed forward as if losing consciousness.

“Hmm.”

Glen Zigheart clicked his tongue lightly with the familiarity of routine, then lowered the branch that seemed impossible to break.

“We’ll continue tomorrow.”

He waved his hand casually as if to say we’d meet again in the morning, then returned to the Annex Building.

“Ugh….”

The moment Glen Zigheart left the Training Courtyard, I opened my eyes and rubbed my head where a tree branch had struck me.

“The intensity seems to be increasing?”

Glen must have noticed that my body was considerably tougher, because he appeared to be striking with slightly more force than before.

If another transcendent had taken that attack to the head, they would have been unable to rise for some time, and if they hadn’t reached transcendence, their skull would likely have shattered and they would have died.

-The old man seems to be having fun hitting you.

Wrath also nodded, having sensed the increased intensity of the tree branch Glen was wielding.

-Indeed! If you had a toy that wouldn’t break no matter how hard you hit it, wouldn’t you want to play with it?

He scoffed, as if to say I was nothing more than Glen’s plaything.

‘I think I understand what he means.’

I brushed the dirt from my hands and stroked my chin.

‘Actually, I have a roly-poly toy that keeps getting back up no matter how many times I knock it down, so it’s never boring.’

I gazed at Wrath with a look that suggested I was always having fun.

-Huh? Why are you looking at the True Demon King while talking about a roly-poly toy… W-wait!

Wrath’s eyes widened in disbelief.

-Are you saying the True Demon King is your toy?

He waved his hand sharply, telling me to stop talking nonsense.

-What insane drivel!
‘Think about it. Whenever I’m bored, you come at me and get defeated, and whenever I feel like something’s lacking, you give me stats and traits.’

I shrugged my shoulders, suggesting he recall everything that had happened until now.

-Uh? Uh…

Wrath realized he had no way to refute this and his lips trembled slightly.

-You bastard! You called me your friend to the True Demon King!

He trembled all over, his strawberry cotton candy face flushed with genuine indignation for the first time in a while.

‘Just kidding.’

I burst into hearty laughter and patted Wrath on the back.

‘But I’m serious when I say having you by my side is fun and enjoyable.’

Wrath had given me stat points and created traits that greatly aided my growth.

But what made him truly precious wasn’t such rewards.

To me, Wrath was my closest friend, a gruff older brother, and a caring sibling all at once. This foolish Demon King had been such tremendous comfort that I knew I’d deeply miss him if he were ever gone.

-Hmph….

This time Wrath’s face flushed with embarrassment as he cleared his throat awkwardly.

-Anyway, you can’t do without the True Demon King!

He snorted as if magnanimously allowing me to continue.

‘Thank you.’

I smiled faintly and nodded.

-But why do you insist on creating the tenth ring while fighting that old geezer Grandfather? Why not just focus on ring synthesis when you’re alone like this?

Wrath descended before my eyes and swished his tail.

-Why are you stupidly dividing your concentration instead of making it easier by focusing solely on the ring?

He furrowed his brow, unable to understand.

‘When I fight Grandfather, I’m not dividing my concentration—I’m actually strengthening it.’

Raon chuckled softly and waved his hand.

‘Training alone won’t push my concentration to its limits.’

I closed my eyes and held my breath, resonating intensely with the rings of fire while observing my inner state.

Whoooooosh!

Nine rings of fire rotated around my heart at a terrifying speed, radiating heat as fierce as the sun itself.

‘Let me try.’

I drew a thread-thin flame through the gaps between the rotating rings.

Crackle!

I slowly extended the flame to form a tenth ring, but it collided with the other nine rings moving erratically and shattered like glass.

‘Again.’

I drew up a fresh flame and attempted to shape the tenth ring once more, but this time the eighth ring came at an unexpected angle and broke it apart.

“Sigh…”

I paid no mind to the failure and continued attempting to forge the tenth ring of fire until moonlight filled the training courtyard, only then opening my eyes and giving up.

‘See? I told you it won’t work. I couldn’t even make half of what I managed during my sparring with Grandfather.’

Unlike when sparring with Glen Zigheart, I hadn’t even completed a quarter of the rings, I said with a shrug.

-Huh!

Wrath tilted his head in confusion.

-How is that possible? Why do you concentrate better when fighting?!
‘Because I’m treating Grandfather as an enemy, which heightens my concentration.’

I erased the smile from my lips and grasped the Heavenly Sword.

‘It’s not just about creating rings of fire. I’m training to become more immersed in combat itself.’

The more I drew out my concentration through the rings of fire, the slower time became, and the flow of this world grew clearer and sharper in my eyes.
Forging the rings of fire while battling Glen Zigheart was part of my training to strengthen that very ability.

-You really do turn everything in life into training, don’t you?

Wrath exhaled in exasperation, shaking his head.

-Others call you a genius of the sword, but to me, you’re nothing but a workaholic.

He furrowed his brow slightly, as if lamenting that the nickname had been given incorrectly.

‘At least you understand, and I’m grateful for that.’

I rose to my feet with a faint smile.

-Sigh… looking at your face, I can already tell you’re planning another all-nighter of training.

Wrath let out a deep sigh, as if he’d already resigned himself to it.

‘Well, training is good, but…’

I brushed the dust from my clothes and tensed my fingertips. I nodded while gazing up at the moonlit sky.

‘I have somewhere to be tonight.’

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“Phew!”

Crain wiped the sweat trickling down his chin and lowered his sword.

“Excellent! Now that’s real training!”

He curled his lips upward, clearly satisfied with today’s session.

“What is?”

Dorian approached Crain’s side and blinked his eyes.

“If there had been someone obsessed with that training, we wouldn’t be able to train so comfortably like this. On a day like today, he would’ve dragged us to that mountain insisting on concentration enhancement training, wouldn’t he?”

Crain spread both arms wide, expressing how happy he was that Raon was occupied with Glen.

“Yeah! That’s true.”

Dorian nodded, rolling his eyes left and right.

“If the Master had been here, it would’ve been difficult to relax like this.”

He smacked his lips in agreement with Crain’s words.

“Comfort isn’t always a good thing.”

Burren Zigheart spoke while swinging his sword.

“It’s natural that the same training becomes easier as you adapt to it, but Raon’s training changes every moment, so it’s always effective.”

He nodded his chin, indicating that he preferred Raon’s training for that reason.

“That’s true, but sometimes we need time to rest like this.”

Martha laughed and shook her head.

“We need to maintain ourselves properly to run further.”

She shrugged her shoulders with newfound ease while receiving Envy’s blessing.

“I also prefer the Master’s training to cultivating sword techniques.”

Mark Goeten clenched his fists, saying that Raon’s training had the effect of strengthening martial power itself.

“Grrrrr….”

Lunan Slion was sleeping with his back against the wall, indifferent to whatever the others were saying.
He had grown so accustomed to sleeping standing up that he seemed to have become one with his surroundings.

“Since Raon won’t be coming for a while, we should devise new training methods among ourselves.”

Burren nodded, thinking it would be good to present new training to the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“It’s late today, so everyone should head back. Starting tomorrow….”

He was about to announce the end of today’s training to the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

Craaaaaash!

The door to the 5th Training Ground burst open violently, and Raon entered with heavy, deliberate steps.

“L-Lord Jeonju?”
“Why suddenly at this hour….”
“Y-your expression looks so stern….”

The swordsmen widened their eyes in alarm at Raon’s sudden appearance.

Thud!

Without a word, Raon ascended the platform, radiating an icy aura.

“Fall in!”

Burren sensed that Raon had come not as an individual, but as the Lord of Gwangpung Hall, and quickly aligned the swordsmen scattered throughout the training ground before the platform.

“….”

Raon silently swept his crimson gaze across the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen in turn.

“Ugh….”
“W-what kind of look is that….”

The swordsmen couldn’t meet that piercing gaze and lowered their heads, trembling at the shoulders.

“Two weeks have passed, yet nothing has changed. No….”

Raon exhaled a chilling breath.

“If anything, you’ve regressed. Do you really think swinging a sword carelessly will change anything?”

As if he had been listening to everything, he turned his gaze toward Crain and Dorian.

“Ugh!”
“Ahhh….”

Crain and Dorian trembled violently, overwhelmed by Raon’s frigid aura.

“I was originally planning to greet you briefly and leave, but that won’t do. All of you will head up Bekmang Mountain in your current state.”

Raon lifted his chin with an icy smile.

“Starting now, we begin concentration enhancement training.”

He stomped his foot, insisting on conducting a large-scale training session without any preparation time.

“What? S-suddenly?”
“But we trained hard….”
“You seem too rushed. Can we….”

The swordsmen stammered in confusion at Raon’s abrupt command.

“We start immediately. Whoever reaches the mountain last will receive special one-on-one consultation time with me. One….”

As Raon began counting without listening to any objections, the faces of the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen turned deathly pale.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
“R-run!”
“We’re dead if we’re late!”
“It’s not consultation—it’s a one-on-one duel!”

The swordsmen shrieked and bolted toward Bekmang Mountain, desperate to avoid Raon’s attention.

“Hmm!”

Raon nodded, satisfied now that the swordsmen’s eyes gleamed with the intensity he desired.

-Wait….

Wrath exhaled sharply, as if utterly exasperated.

-You madman! All you’re doing is relieving stress by sparring with kids!

He cursed, demanding why I had shown such a serious expression earlier.

‘Sometimes you need to keep them on their toes.’

I shrugged helplessly.

-Keeping them on their toes, my foot! They’re all training diligently even without you!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, insisting that not a single swordsman had regressed and that all were training earnestly.

‘Perspective varies depending on who’s looking.’
-Don’t lie! You know it yourself!

He sighed, saying my personality was truly incomprehensible.

-I can see right through you. You’re just beating up kids to relieve stress! This lunatic…
‘Hmm, hmm.’

I was rolling my eyes and quietly whistling when—

“Raon!”

A flash of light burst forth before the platform, and Evelyn, her violet hair neatly tied back, burst forward.

“I finally figured it out!”

Evelyn grasped my hand, her cheeks flushed with rare excitement.

“What Derus Robert has been doing!”

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