The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1360 Whoooosh! Golden cracks appeared across the Black Dragon Coat, and black scales began dropping like dewdrops under the eaves. 'This mark is...' Raon swallowed dry saliva as he looked at the cracks carved into the Black Dragon Coat. 'It's the First Patriarch's sword strike!' It was clear that the First Patriarch's sword strike, unleashed toward him through the Holy Sword Alliance's Sacred Artifact, had cut through the Black Dragon Coat. 'Is this... a sword strike that cuts through worlds?' A swordsman from a thousand years ago had cut down a swordsman from a thousand years later. A sword that changes the rules of the world. Experiencing it directly, it was so absurd that it sent chills down his spine. 'Thank you.' The First Patriarch's sword strike was felt not just in the Black Dragon Coat, but in his soul as well. Thanks to experiencing it firsthand, following his level might become 10 years faster. 'However...' Raon frowned as he looked at the Black Dragon Coat burning from the First Patriarch's sword strike. 'Was there a need to burn it completely like this?' With the First Patriarch's level, he could have just let him feel the swordsmanship, but it was a bit regrettable that he completely tore and burned the Black Dragon Coat. With more than half of the long coat cut and burned, it would be very difficult to repair. 'No, it can't be helped.' If you gain something, you must also lose something. It was truly regrettable, but it seemed he wouldn't be able to use the Black Dragon Coat in this war. 'I'm sorry. I'll definitely restore it later... Hm?' Raon's eyes widened as he was about to take off the Black Dragon Coat. 'The heat is resonating with the Ring of Fire!' The Ring of Fire and Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation were resonating as if having a conversation with the flames burning the Black Dragon Coat. 'Could it be...' Raon slowly regulated his breathing and operated the Ring of Fire and Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation. -What, what is it! Wrath screamed as he looked at the suddenly burning Black Dragon Coat. -No matter how hungry this king is, I won't eat your hide! He shook his head vigorously, saying there was no need to burn himself to give him food. "Ra, Raon! Are you alright?" Rector also widened his eyes in surprise. "Take off that coat right now!" He also waved his hands, saying the flames burning the Black Dragon Coat were dangerous. "It's fine." Raon shook his head while grabbing back the Black Dragon Coat he was about to take off. "These flames aren't dangerous." As he drew a gentle smile, the Black Dragon Coat's flames grew deeper and new scales sprouted over where the scales had fallen off. Sizzle! The dark red scales turned black again like a moonless night. However, mysteriously, a very subtle golden radiance bloomed over them. Even though the sun hadn't fully risen yet, it looked as if sunlight was illuminating the scales. 'In the Black Dragon Coat...' Raon narrowed his eyes as he touched the Black Dragon Coat's new scales. 'The heat has seeped into it.' Dense heat emanated from the Black Dragon Coat itself, and that heat was resonating with Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and the Ring of Fire. It felt as if he had gained another new energy center. "Huh..." Rector also seemed to feel the change in the Black Dragon Coat, his jaw trembling. "Even seeing it with my own eyes, it's hard to believe. What exactly happened?" "It seems..." Raon drew a faint smile as he looked at the Holy Sword Alliance's Sacred Artifact. "It seems the Sacred Artifact gave me one more gift." Since it seemed like the First Patriarch's final gift to him, he bowed his head toward him who would be watching from afar. "The Sacred Artifact?" Rector looked at the Sacred Artifact again, but now it seemed to have returned to just being a broken mirror with no reaction. -It's, it's cool... Wrath gaped as he looked at the Black Dragon Coat. -If it just had a golden tint, it would have been tacky, but since it's subtly infused, it's really cool! He rarely praised his clothes and swallowed dry saliva. -Give, give that coat to this king! You can't handle such a precious item! Wrath vigorously shook his head, saying he couldn't handle the Black Dragon Coat. He had previously called the Black Dragon Coat tacky, but seeing his changed reaction, he really seemed to like it. 'With that body?' Raon wrinkled his nose as he looked at Wrath who was like cotton candy itself. -What do you mean that body! Even wearing rags, dignity cannot be hidden. This king can handle that coat even in this current state! 'I see.' Raon ignored Wrath with a familiar reaction and looked at Rector again. "Thank you once again." Raon bowed his head again to Rector who had given him a Serendipitous Encounter, then returned the mirror that had contained the First Patriarch's sword strike. "You don't need to say such things between grandfather and grandson. We're like real grandfather and real grandson, aren't we!" Rector curled up his lips, claiming he was the real grandfather as if competing with Glenn. "That's right." Raon chuckled as he saw Rector's smile. "Let's go now." Rector pointed to the annex building where smoke was rising from the chimney again. "Your mother must be stretching her neck waiting for you." He grabbed Raon's shoulder, saying the family would have been waiting continuously at the annex building. "Yes. I'm hungry too." Raon felt the warmth conveyed from Rector's hand as he walked toward the annex building that was beginning to embrace sunlight. -That's not an item that suits you! Wrath grabbed the Black Dragon Coat and smacked his lips for a long time. Seeing him talk about clothes instead of food, it really did seem to be cool. -You brat! Give me an answer! * * * "Phew..." Krein stopped swinging his sword and looked back at the great training ground's door. "Heup!" He practiced swordsmanship a few more times before turning his gaze toward the door again and swallowing dry saliva. "What are you doing?" Martha frowned as she looked at Krein who couldn't concentrate. "What are you so afraid of that you can't concentrate and keep looking at the door!" She let out a cold voice as if saying to train like this if he wanted to die. "Krein." Burren also seemed to have been watching Krein and narrowed his eyes thin like a blade. "If you're afraid of the war, should I send you to the Lord's Manor right now?" He nagged in a cold voice, telling him to go to Zieghart group training if he didn't want to be here. "You can go... War is dangerous..." Runaan also said it was dangerous not to concentrate at times like this and lowered then opened her eyes. "No, no!" Krein shook his head vigorously. "What I'm afraid of isn't the war!" He bit his lips, saying war wasn't scary at all. "Nonsense." "You're just making excuses anyway!" Burren and Martha snorted as if they didn't believe Krein's words. "That's, that's right." Dorian came to Krein's side and sighed. "Right now Krein isn't afraid of war, but something else." He nodded, saying Krein's words were correct. "What?" "What is it?" Burren and Martha jutted their chins out, telling them to speak. "Our, our Palace Master." Krein looked back at the door again with trembling eyes. "He definitely returned yesterday, but he hasn't come back until now! There's definitely something going on!" He bit his lips, saying Raon wasn't the type of person to give them such leisurely time. "That's certainly true..." Martha also slightly lowered her eyebrows as if Raon's time to come had passed. "Sniff sniff..." Runaan started sniffing with her eyes lowered as if searching for Raon. "That's nothing to worry about." Burren shook his head firmly. "First, we should train with all our might so there's no problem when the Palace Master comes, so we can endure whatever training he gives us." He strongly struck Krein's shoulder, telling him not to worry about Raon and focus on training. "Ahhh!" Krein screamed while clutching his shoulder. "You've gotten sharper. But you're right." Martha chuckled as she looked at Burren. "And don't worry too much. This guy gives us a warning before Raon comes." She shrugged her shoulders, telling them to trust Dorian's Mind's Eye. "That's, that's right! Please! Dorian!" Krein looked at Dorian while smacking his lips as if he would count on him this time too. "Don't, don't expect too much." Dorian swallowed dry saliva and shook his head. "I've been having trouble reading the Palace Master's presence lately too..." It was when he sighed, saying it was hard to read Raon's thoughts and presence. "What are you doing instead of training at such an important time?" Raon was standing among Burren, Martha, Runaan, Krein, and Dorian with furrowed eyebrows. "Kyaaaaaaah!" Krein hadn't even blinked, but screamed upon seeing Raon who appeared suddenly. "Palace, Palace Master?" Dorian also gaped as if he hadn't expected it. "When, when did you arrive?" He trembled, saying he felt nothing even though he had been using his Mind's Eye at full power. "What, what are you? How could I not feel anything when you came right next to me?" Martha was also so surprised she almost dropped the sword in her hand. "Umm..." Burren couldn't say anything, but his violently trembling eyes spoke for him. "Raon...?" Runaan blinked as she looked at Raon. "There was no scent at all...? No, even now..." She tilted her head, saying Raon's scent wasn't coming through even now. "But you changed clothes...? You look cooler than before..." Runaan was the only one who noticed the change in the Black Dragon Coat and raised her lips very slightly. "Something, something feels different about you?" "Right. It's like you're not here at all." "Completely different from the Head of House. I can't even feel that you're strong." The swordsmen of Light Wind Palace also let out empty words as if they couldn't understand Raon's change. "I was mistaken." Raon lightly dusted off his palms and began slowly walking around the great training ground. "Seeing that you all have energy to chat, I should have made you do Zieghart group training and individual training too." He grabbed his temples, saying he regretted giving them a break from training. "Especially since there are people who can't concentrate." Raon said someone couldn't concentrate and looked at Krein with cold eyes. "Hic!" Krein hiccupped as he felt the blade hidden within the gentle gaze. "N-no, sir! Absolutely not!" "Apart from Krein, we really did our best!" "That's right! We swung our swords all night yesterday too!" The swordsmen vigorously shook their heads, saying they had been training with all their might. "No." Raon lowered his eyes firmly. "Light Wind Palace is always one. If even one person wasn't concentrating, it's no different from everyone not concentrating." He said it was truly regrettable and clenched his fist. "Therefore, during the war preparation period with less than a week remaining, I will personally teach you all." Raon curled up his lips, saying he would conduct new training during the remaining period. "No, no way!" "You definitely said the previous one was the last training..." "Aah, Krein ruined everything!" The swordsmen felt hell had arrived and their eyes welled up with tears. "Krein!" "We should have banished that guy long ago!" "Damn! We're doomed! I hate that more than war!" Some swordsmen even beat the ground while resenting Krein. "Ahhh..." Krein was already out of his mind, kneeling and letting out thin moans like an old man before death. "This training will be truly new. Probably..." Raon drew a smile that seemed cold beyond chilliness and stroked his chin. "You might even meet an Ancestor from a thousand years ago?"