The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1236

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Chapter 1236

Whoooooosh!

I brought both my hands down with fierce intensity, the Heavenly Sword and the Wooden Wheel Sword gripped tightly. The blades descended as if grazing the earth’s edge, and crimson and azure slashes erupted like divine dragons ascending.

Crash!

Glen Zigheart watched the two torrents of slashes bearing down on him with an expressionless face, swinging his True Heavenly Sword. His blade, wreathed in scarlet lightning, cleaved the flames and frost I had unleashed cleanly in half.

Clang!

I surged forward as if anticipating that Glen would effortlessly dispel my slashes, driving both the Heavenly Sword and Wooden Wheel Sword downward in a direct strike. This was no mere sparring match—it was swordplay overflowing with killing intent and fury, as though facing an ancient nemesis.

Screeeech!

Glen twisted his wrist. He raised the True Heavenly Sword that had been angled downward, perfectly deflecting my surprise attack.

Thud!

I was driven back five full steps by the tremendous rebound Glen generated. The impact was severe—my fingertips trembled as I gripped the swords.

“Hah.”

I exhaled once to shake off the shock, then charged toward Glen again.

Grrrrrrrr!

From the Heavenly Sword and Wooden Wheel Sword spread like wings came an eerie resonance, like the cry of a ravenous beast. The Radiant Fang Technique and the Frost Wind Sword Form—the ascending swordplay that revealed ultimate sensation erupted savagely from my hands.

Clang clang clang!

The Radiant Fang Technique and Frost Wind Sword Form unfold according to the sensation of each moment, making even the swordsman himself struggle to predict the trajectory. Yet Glen read the future itself, perfectly blocking every single path.

Zzzzzt!

I was repelled by Glen’s blade once more, staggering back six full steps. The impact was even greater—my footprints sank heavily into the ground beneath me.

Shhhhhhh!

Glen Zigheart raised the Heavenly Sword without offering me even the smallest piece of advice, unlike our previous training sessions. A blade strike launched from his forward stance moved faster than light itself, hurtling straight toward my heart.

Clang!

I traced a semicircle with the Mokryun Sword. A spiraling shield wreathed in flames barely deflected Glen’s thrust.

“Haah…”

I exhaled roughly and stepped into the Taehwa Step. Channeling the extreme speed of the Taehwa Phantom Step, I surged forward and swung the Heavenly Sword down at Glen’s face.

Whoosh!

Glen brought the Heavenly Sword down without hesitation, as if he had been waiting for my approach. The red lightning that had been circling above the Training Ground followed his blade and crashed down toward my head.

Boom!

I released the Mokryun Sword from my left hand. Connected through my soul, the blade rose into the air wrapped in blue frost, becoming a lightning rod that scattered the descending bolts in all directions.

Zing!

I seized the moment the Mokryun Sword held back the lightning and stepped forward once more, aiming the Heavenly Sword wreathed in golden flames at Glen’s throat. It was the Manhwagong’s sword technique—Jeoksseom—fast and devastating.

“Hmm.”

Glen let out a short sigh of indifference and moved to strike down the Jeoksseom I had unleashed with his centered Heavenly Sword.

Shhhhhhh!

But the instant he extended the Heavenly Sword, I vanished like a phantom, and scorching heat bloomed behind him.

Taehwa Phantom Jeoksseom. The footwork technique I had once infused with illusion and transformation had returned, refined to perfection.

Whoosh!

I thrust the Heavenly Sword in the fleeting instant before Glen could turn around, giving him no opening. Manhwagong’s Single Point Red—the ultimate piercing technique carved into his back.

Crash!

However, the Heavenly Sword didn’t produce the sound of cloth tearing. Instead, it rebounded upward with the sharp ring of steel striking steel.

“Hah.”

I identified what had deflected the Heavenly Sword and exhaled sharply.

“The hilt of the sword….”

Glen Zigheart realized he had no time to turn around, so instead he flicked the Heavenly Sword away using the pommel of his sword held in his hand rather than the blade itself. It was an absolute defense technique born from perfect precision, lightning-fast speed, and countless battles fought over the years.

“I was fairly confident about this one.”

I pressed my lips together regretfully. My eyes trembled faintly, as if I had suffered both mental and physical shock.

“It was certainly threatening.”

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly, as if acknowledging this attempt.

“It wouldn’t be strange if a new technique had been added to the Heavenly Sword Technique.”

He smiled faintly, accepting the phantom island I had created.

“If you acknowledge it already, that’s troublesome.”

I smacked my lips and lifted the Heavenly Sword and the Wooden Wheel Sword once more.

“I’m only just beginning…”

I laughed and tried to push off the ground, but instead I collapsed flat onto the floor.

“Huh…”

I exhaled softly with my eyes closed. It wasn’t an injury or unconsciousness—it seemed I had simply fallen asleep. Yet even so, I refused to release the Heavenly Sword and the Wooden Wheel Sword from my grip.
But even so, he never let go of the Heavenly Sword and the Mokryun Sword from his hands.

“Hmm…”

Glen narrowed his eyes to check if Raon had truly fallen asleep.

“Phew.”

Glen Zigheart exhaled deeply once he confirmed that Raon had fallen into a sound sleep.

“I can’t relax my guard. He might wake up and thrust his sword at me.”

Glen shook his head and sheathed the Heavenly Sword.

“We should have the same stamina, yet how is he even capable of this….”

For the past week since entering this Training Ground, Raon had relentlessly attacked me without a single moment of rest.
Such a feat would be entirely possible in the outside world where stamina and aura flowed abundantly, but this Training Ground was different.

Here, stamina, physical ability, aura, and even the very essence of one’s soul withered away—yet somehow he continued fighting without respite. I couldn’t comprehend it.

‘Even fighting while conserving my strength, I’m exhausted. He’s remarkable.’

Glen let out a hollow laugh as he watched Raon sleeping softly, snoring quietly.

‘Is this what youth truly means?’

My realm itself was so elevated that I could fight while preserving my strength and stamina.

But Raon, lacking in skill, had no choice but to throw everything into every attack—yet for an entire week, he displayed such an absurd fighting spirit. It was astonishing.

‘What’s even more surprising is….’

Glen lifted the sleeping Raon gently, a subtle smile crossing his face.

‘His strength is growing far faster than I anticipated.’

I had planned to cultivate my senses while training with my grandson, but contrary to expectations, I felt Raon’s growth more strongly. I didn’t know his growth would come faster than me regaining my senses, so I was flustered yet pleased.

“How is it possible to become this strong…?”

Glen gazed at Raon’s peaceful sleeping face and chuckled softly.

‘Does this boy have no limits?’

Raon had achieved tremendous growth through his recent war with Derus Robert.
I had thought he would now plateau for a while, having even transcended his limits, yet here he was, approaching an entirely new realm. His talent—though he was my grandson—had become terrifying.

‘In truth, it was unsettling enough to give me pause.’

During our week of sparring, his growth and fighting spirit had more than once caused my chest to tighten. Had he been an enemy, I doubt I could have slept at night.

‘Now I understand why Karun and Burren were jealous of him back then.’

I shook my head, recalling Karun and Burren, whom I had kept in check during Raon’s childhood.

“I’m curious what realm you’ll reach when you leave this place.”

I laid the sleeping Raon down on a bed within the Training Ground and gently stroked his head.

“Rest well.”

Just as I was closing the door and about to leave the chamber.

“I’ll… I’ll help you. So you can win….”

Even in his deep, near-unconscious sleep, Raon’s fingers twitched as though he were offering to aid me.

“Mm….”

I stopped and turned back. Gazing at my grandson’s face, etched with fatigue and pain, I bit my lip.

‘So that’s why.’

Raon was a warrior who devoted everything to his training even in ordinary times, but this time was different—exceptional.
He had thrown himself at me with terrifying intensity, as though his lifespan meant nothing, yet the reason was not his own growth.

‘For my sake.’

It seemed Raon had fought with all his might, hoping I would defeat the Heavenly Demon and seeking to be of whatever help he could.
Even knowing I would ascend and depart regardless of the outcome of my life-or-death battle with the Heavenly Demon, he had risked his life to aid me.

“….”

Glen Zigheart stood motionless with his eyes closed, having glimpsed the depths of my heart.

“Yes.”

After a long moment, he opened his eyes and gazed upon his precious grandson, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

“You will win.”

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“Hmm….”

Martha surveyed the area beyond the 5th Training Ground, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“Your father’s been moving around quite a lot lately. For a while he barely stirred from the Patriarch’s Hall, so what’s gotten into him?”

She watched Karun and the Central Intelligence Agency subordinates heading outside, her lips curving thoughtfully.

“When I asked him recently, he said the Head of House must examine everything both inside and outside the family.”

Burren Zigheart followed Martha’s gaze toward Karun, raising his hand in acknowledgment.

“He told me it’s proper to observe the people with one’s own eyes, not merely through documents.”

He stroked his chin, recalling Karun’s words.

“Wow, really? He’s completely transformed. How fascinating!”

Martha tilted her head curiously, wondering how such a dramatic change was even possible.

“I think I understand what caused Father’s transformation, but I find it remarkable too.”

Burren Zigheart chuckled in agreement.

“Though you’ve changed quite a bit yourself. You were nothing but a ruffian back then.”

He laughed softly, recalling the Martha who had first arrived at the 5th Training Ground.

“I-I was just a child!”

Martha stamped her foot and shook her head.

“It’s adolescence—everyone goes through it at that age!”

She furrowed her brow as if there was nothing to be done about it.

“If we’re talking about who’s changed, Burren Zigheart has no room to speak either.”

Crain sidled up next to Burren Zigheart and gave his elbow a light jab.

“Your jealousy toward Raon pierced the heavens. You even subtly provoked us and sent us out….”

He chuckled, recalling Burren Zigheart’s trainee days.

“I, I really didn’t! You all just moved on your own!”

Burren Zigheart’s face flushed red as he shook his head vigorously, unable to forget the embarrassment of those days.

“It was because of Raon’s shoes!”
“Shoes?”

Martha tilted her head, confused by what he meant.

“Raon’s shoes were… no, it’s nothing.”

Burren Zigheart turned away, embarrassed that he had gained enlightenment from seeing Raon’s worn-out shoes.

“How pathetic.”

Martha snorted dismissively and turned her head away.

“That one’s still the same even now.”

She let out a long sigh, watching Lunan Slion sleeping against a tree.

“He’s always the same. I envy him.”

Crain sighed, noting that there wasn’t a single day Lunan Slion didn’t sleep.

“No. It’s become even harder to deal with Lunan Slion lately….”

Dorian furrowed his brow, saying he could no longer even tell whether Lunan Slion was sleeping or awake.

“Same here. Even when I try to speak to him, he doesn’t answer, and he ignores me most of the time.”

Burren Zigheart nodded in agreement with Dorian’s words.

“So it wasn’t just me?”

Martha clicked her tongue briefly.

“I thought we’d gotten a bit closer, but he’s gone back to being arrogant.”

Ever since Lunan Slion obtained the power of the Demon Lords, he devoted himself entirely to sleep. Where once he had slept because he enjoyed it, now it felt like an obsession.

What was even stranger was that despite sleeping heavily both day and night, dark circles shadowed his eyes and he appeared perpetually exhausted, as though plagued by insomnia.

“There must be a reason for it.”

Lunan Slion had never been the type to pursue power to such a degree. I wanted to understand why someone who possessed leisure and composure comparable to Rimer had changed so drastically.

Crack!

Martha approached Lunan Slion and kicked the tree he was leaning against.

“….”

Lunan Slion opened his eyes with a displeased frown.

“Hey.”

Martha leaned her face in close to Lunan Slion, her foot still pressed against the tree.

“Let’s spar. It’s been a while.”

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