The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1336 The First Patriarch's great training ground had a special feature. The chosen one. No, if there was someone unqualified, all the lights in the great training ground would go out. After father ended his seclusion and left first, the First Patriarch's great training ground extinguished all the lights that had always provided gentle illumination, day or night. It meant that it did not see this Karoon Zieghart...it did not see him as qualified. In the underground where not even a small ray of sunlight entered, there was nothing visible at all. Even myself, who had reached Transcendence and was challenging its limits, was suffocated by that pitch-black darkness. Even in a dark room where no light enters, the eyes would eventually adapt, but the darkness created by this great training ground could never be adapted to. Only then did I realize. The fact that I had not been chosen by the First Patriarch. And I despaired. If I had been outside, I might have somehow endured it, but because I was in the pitch-black darkness where I couldn't even see my own hand properly, my mind quickly crumbled. In fact, my Mental Image might have already been cracked because of Raon Zieghart, who had shown a stark difference since he was in the family. Both the dream of becoming the head of house of Zieghart and reaching the absolute beyond Transcendence slowly began to fade. What remained in the great training ground was not the Central Martial Palace lord, but only a cripple crawling on the ground. Let's leave. I can't endure it anymore. When I was thinking of leaving this hell-like space and giving up everything, a strange light rose like a lantern. In the small light that pushed away the pitch-black darkness, two faces emerged. Raon and Burren. My nephew Raon, whom I considered both family and nemesis, and my son Burren, to whom I never wanted to show weakness. Seeing the faces of these two people, the dying passion in my chest blazed again. The light that pushed away the darkness disappeared, but a deeper heat was exploding in my chest. Let's overcome this. This mere darkness poses no hindrance to me. Uaaaaaaah! I raised my body while letting out a roar from my flesh and soul. I groped with my hands, pulled out the sword stuck in the ground, and swung it. The sword's trajectory, path, and flow were not visible. Since there was nothing catching on the blade, I couldn't even tell if I was swinging the sword properly. Even though I continued practicing swordsmanship forgetting time, nothing changed. I felt that this wouldn't work. If I didn't know what I was doing myself, there was no meaning in swinging the sword. No matter how strong my will was, swinging the sword now was just a waste of time. Then what could I do? I desperately pondered what method there was to train with the sword in darkness where I couldn't see even an inch ahead. And I reached a conclusion. Drawing Technique. With Drawing Technique, which could determine the direction to stab the enemy according to the direction of the sheath, I could avoid losing my way even in this deep darkness. After gaining that realization, I repeatedly sheathed, drew, and stabbed the sword in the darkness. The original Drawing Technique is a skill where the blade slides along the sheath to stab the enemy's vital points. Due to friction, it inevitably makes a distinctive sound, but perhaps because I only repeated that action in the darkness, at some point the sound disappeared from the Drawing Technique. Even though the sound had disappeared from the Drawing Technique, I felt the skill was not yet complete. This was insufficient. To break him. To break Raon Zieghart, I needed to become an even sharper sword. Even as the Drawing Technique was developing, I continued to swing the sword, forgetting time, forgetting space, and forgetting myself. As I endlessly refined the Drawing Technique, at some point a gentle light began to bloom from the tip of the sword. At first, I thought it was just an illusion. But the more I continued the Drawing Technique, the deeper the light became, distorting time and space and allowing the sword energy to extend anywhere. From then on, as if possessed by a ghost. No, as if possessed by the Sword God, I continued refining only the Drawing Technique without eating or sleeping. After training the Drawing Technique to the point where blisters swelled on the hand gripping the sword and my breathing became so labored that my heart felt like it would burst, I was finally able to create a light that illuminated the entire head of house's great training ground with just a tiny sword energy. Hwaaaaaaah! The moment brilliant light arose from the sword energy, the First Patriarch's great training ground lit up its original illumination as if it would finally acknowledge me. And I discovered what my trained Drawing Technique had accomplished. A small hole was carved into the wall of the First Patriarch's great training ground. I had left a mark in a space where even absolute beings couldn't inflict damage, using only the Drawing Technique. It seemed I could finally apply the word "completion" to the Drawing Technique. I hadn't just gained the Drawing Technique. It was natural that my level of Martial Will had risen, and I had even gained an unbreakable spirit. Now I wouldn't lose to that Raon Zieghart either. However. The sword of Raon Zieghart, faced directly, was different. Kyaaaaaang! The ultimate Drawing Technique that had erased the darkness created by the First Patriarch was being broken powerlessly. It was incomprehensible how such a thing was possible. I wanted to cry out to the gods that it was unreasonable. Of course, those words didn't come out. Because Raon Zieghart's sword was so beautiful. Intense goosebumps rose along my spine. I could feel how much time and blood Raon had shed to complete that sword, and tears flowed down. Raon Zieghart. You... You spent several times more the time I spent swinging my sword in that hell-like space. Because I had completed the Drawing Technique through deadly effort, I could tell. Raon's sword was not created through talent alone. It was a true sword that could only be made by repeating several times the effort I had made this time. That's why even though the Drawing Technique I had trained by dedicating everything was shattered in one blow, I actually laughed. I can become stronger. Because I was defeated by Raon's sword, I will be able to develop further from now on. I was confident that someday I could even surpass father. However... It seems I won't be able to beat you. Karoon twisted his lips while looking at Raon with quiet eyes, who seemed to acknowledge him. I missed my last chance. * * * Kuuung! Though Karoon was not cut by Raon's sword, he knelt down and collapsed with his eyes closed. "F-father!" Burren jumped down from the spectator seats with an urgent expression and rushed to Karoon. "Are you alright? Fath... huh?" He opened his eyes wide while looking at Karoon's face to check his condition. "...." Karoon was unconscious with a satisfied smile despite having clearly been defeated. "F-father?" Burren's jaw trembled in confusion at Karoon's genuine smile, which he was seeing for the first time even though he was his father. "Your father is..." Raon looked at Karoon while breathing heavily. "An amazing person. I don't think I could change this much either." Having seen Karoon's sword directly before his eyes, he could tell. He had shed more blood and sweat than himself to complete that Drawing Technique. "It was a sword sharp enough to be dangerous even to me." While it looked like an overwhelming victory on the surface, if he had been just a little weaker or if Karoon had been just a little stronger, the result could have changed. Karoon Zieghart was a much more dangerous martial artist than he had thought. "Father..." Burren bit his lips hard while looking at Karoon's hands that seemed to have lost all flesh. -Heooo... Wrath trembled his pupils while looking at the collapsed Karoon. -That eyeball king was hiding such sharp swordsmanship? He swallowed dryly as if he hadn't expected it at all. -E-even this king could have been stabbed if caught off guard by that technique! How... Wrath looked confused about how Karoon, who had such a stark difference in Martial Will level, could display such a technique. 'I told you. Martial Artists sometimes do impossible things.' The moment he saw Karoon's eyes, he felt that he was hiding special swordsmanship. Of course, he didn't know it would be to this extent. 'This is interesting.' Raon curled up his lips while looking at Karoon who didn't let go of his sword even though he had collapsed. -Eh? What's so interesting about it? Wrath still shivered his shoulders as if it was eerie. 'Honestly...' Raon clicked his tongue while sheathing Heavenly Drive. 'I haven't paid attention to the people following from below until now.' Since he had many special abilities, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say his growth rate was the best on the Continent. He thought he would just chase those above him and would never be caught by those below, but seeing Karoon today, that didn't seem to be the case either. 'I don't care what happens to the head of house position, but I hope this person follows me.' He clicked his tongue, hoping that Karoon would follow his level and show even more excellent swordsmanship like the Drawing Technique he displayed today. -Wh-what? You don't care what happens to the position of King? Wrath gaped at him. -These crazy! Why are all swordsmen this twisted! He furrowed his brow, saying he wanted to open up swordsmen's heads and look inside. "Thank you for judging the match." After catching his breath, Raon bowed his head to Glenn who had judged the duel. "I can feel a new will in your sword." Glenn drew a warm smile as if he felt that Raon was thinking about the words he had left. "I watched a good duel." He patted his shoulder, saying he had worked hard. "Yes. Please continue to watch over me from now on." Raon bowed his head to Glenn again and then turned around. -Hmm? Wrath opened his eyes wide. -What, what is it? Where are you going? He grabbed his shoulder, saying wasn't this the mood for a celebration feast. 'To the great training ground.' Raon narrowed his eyes and rubbed his hands together. 'I want to try performing Karoon's Drawing Technique.' Even if he imitated it now, he wouldn't be able to perform Karoon's Drawing Technique exactly, but he wanted to analyze that swordsmanship by demonstrating it himself. 'This should be really interesting.' -Ha... Wrath gaped as if it was absurd. -I said swordsmen are twisted, but among them, you are the worst! You world's greatest madman! * * * "Uhmm..." Burren put the collapsed Karoon's arm over his shoulder and helped him up. "I will also be going back." He bowed his head to Glenn while slightly biting his lips. "Father's body is fine, but just in case. I'm going to visit the Saint." Burren lowered his eyebrows, saying he wanted to entrust Karoon to the Saint. "There's no need for that." The Ragged Saint Federick walked out from behind the platform and waved his hand. "That guy is fine. Just let him sleep." Federick smiled slightly, saying he could see Karoon's condition without examining him. "Ah, I see." Burren let out a sigh of relief after hearing Federick's words. "Then I'll take father to the Central Martial Palace." He bowed his head to Glenn again and was about to turn around. "Did you watch the duel well?" Glenn raised his hand with a benevolent smile. "Yes? Ah, yes. I don't exactly know what was what, but..." "The opportunity for you to overcome the wall of Transcendence. That is..." He raised his finger and pointed to the unconscious Karoon. "It lies in the duel between Karoon and Raon that you saw today." Glenn lightly patted Burren's shoulder and drew a gentle smile. "Give it a try."