Warrior Training System-Chapter 308: Becoming a wind

Sar turned to look at Cassian, who was already falling— But before he could make sense of it, he realized he was also plummeting toward the ground… except something was wrong.

He couldn't control his body. He couldn't feel it.

Then came the real shock—when he hit the ground, he saw his own body already lying there.

But he had fallen elsewhere.

And standing beside his lifeless form… was Cassian. Sword in hand.

Red blade glowing faintly. Burned clothes fluttering in the wind, but not a single wound on him.

Sar's thoughts spun. He had seen him leap into the strike. Even a Third Circle warrior wouldn't have survived that unscathed. But Cassian had. Somehow.

As darkness began to claim his vision, the last thing that echoed in Sar's fading mind was a single, unanswered thought— "How...?"

Cassian stood over Sar's mutated, winged body, still on high alert.Honestly, he half-expected the guy to grow a new head or sprout tentacles or something—he really had no idea how far Sar's freakish healing abilities went.

He waited. One minute passed. No new limbs, no surprise regeneration. Just a slow ooze of grayish blood… and then, finally, the body began crumbling into ash.

Cassian let out a small sigh of relief.

That calm lasted only a moment—until a familiar voice drifted through the air.

"You've improved…"

Cassian looked up and saw him— Floating in the sky, a man with moonlit blue hair that shimmered like it stole light from the stars themselves.

The man drifted down toward him, radiating calm and power.

Cassian let out a breath and gave a small nod, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Well… I had to."

"Yeah, you did mention it before—but not to this extent," Julius said, crossing his arms. "Killing a Third Circle warrior, and one using a dark aura, while you're still just in the First Circle? That's unheard of. Even I couldn't pull something like that off at your age."

Coming from someone as arrogant as Julius, that meant a lot. Cassian realized there was no slipping out of this conversation without giving some answers.

Julius's gaze shifted to the sword in Cassian's hand. His brows furrowed as he asked, "Where did you get that sword?"

Cassian lied smoothly, forcing a casual shrug. "Picked it off one of the cultists I killed."

Julius's expression twisted with disgust. "Makes sense. Only cultists carry weapons soaked in the killing aura of a million deaths." He paused, clearly repulsed by the thought. "If it were me, I'd have destroyed it on the spot."

Julius's gaze shifted from the weapon, thoughtful now, before landing squarely on Cassian. "Still... it seems to complement your domain well. You should keep it." His tone hardened slightly. "Now—tell me how you managed to kill someone far stronger than yourself."

Cassian had hoped Julius wouldn't push for details, but seeing no way out of it, he sighed. "I'll explain," he said, nodding toward Simon's crumpled form nearby, "but let me heal my friend first." He pulled out another blood potion, uncorked it, and gently helped Simon drink. Julius raised an eyebrow at the sight but said nothing, watching quietly.

"It was a mix of luck… and the arrogance of my opponent," Cassian began. He didn't need to start from the very beginning—Julius already knew why they were inside the third defensive line, thanks to their teammates. So he picked up from the cave entrance, explaining how he and Simon were chased by cultists, how he poisoned two of them and used their bodies to bait their leader, Sar. The fury it triggered worked in Cassian's favor—Sar had charged in blindly, thinking it would be an easy kill.

"And in the end," Cassian said, his voice steady, "I used a technique from the sword style I've been practicing. Just enough to catch him off guard and survive that last strike. Caught a Third Circle warrior in a trap and finished it."

"What was the technique?" Julius asked, clearly intrigued as he contemplated Cassian's story.

Cassian glanced down at Simon, who was now fully healed but still unconscious, and let out another breath of relief before answering. "It's called Still Wind Cut," he said. "Hard to explain properly, but to put it simply—my body and weapon become like wind for a split second, slipping past the enemy's attack. It's incredibly difficult… Honestly, I'm not even sure how I pulled it off."

He let out a short chuckle, scratching the back of his head. Of course, he did know how it happened. Hours—no, days—grinding endlessly inside the system's training ground. Even if he hadn't used it much in real battles, he still practiced it whenever he had the chance. And in that moment, it paid off.

Julius studied Cassian for a long moment before nodding slowly. "You're right—it was luck that helped you pull it off," he said. "But still… not every First Circle warrior could've done what you did." His eyes drifted to the unconscious Simon. "That said, don't let it go to your head. Luck won't always be on your side. So next time, don't cross into a restricted zone without orders. Understood?"

Cassian nodded, fully agreeing. This time, he'd come within a fingernail of death—and he knew it.

He turned and walked toward the remains of what was once Sar's body—now nothing more than scorched clothes and a pile of gray ash. Kneeling slightly, he asked, "Were you able to locate the other traitors?"

Julius shook his head, squatting down to sift through the ash-covered remains of Sar's clothes. "Not the ones you encountered at the cave. None of them match the descriptions," he said, but then his expression shifted. "Thanks to you and your friends, though, we've caught a few of their allies—some with connections in higher places."

He tossed Cassian a few more blood potions, keeping two for himself. With a wide smirk, he added, "I'll be taking these. Consider it payment for keeping quiet about that war armor of yours."

Cassian stared at him in disbelief, but Julius didn't seem the least bit concerned. Standing casually, he bent down to pick up Sar's weapon—a sleek silver blade, the kind issued only to Third Circle city guards. He muttered as he brushed the ash off, "I hate it when they turn to dust."

Still processing everything, Cassian looked back at him, hesitant. After a moment, he asked, "You saw me fight in the armor?"

"Yeah," Julius said with an easy smile. His tone turned curious as he added, "By the way, where'd you get it? Was it Katherine's doing?"

Cassian shook his head. "No. But if you saw me using it... that means you were already here. You arrived before the fight even started, didn't you?"

Julius shook his head with a relaxed smile. "Nah, I showed up right when that pile of dust now, slammed your friend into a tree."

Cassian's expression darkened, his brows knitting in anger. "Then why didn't you step in?" he asked, voice tight.

Julius smirked, clearly unfazed by Cassian's glare. "I just wanted to see how you'd handle the situation—and honestly, you surprised me. Handled it better than I expected, especially with that war armor of yours."

He paused, studying Cassian's expression, then added with a shrug, "But after hearing your story, it's clear it wasn't just the armor. You've earned a bit of pride today."

As Simon stirred nearby, no longer unconscious, Julius turned his gaze toward him, completely ignoring the lingering frustration in Cassian's eyes. "Now, come on. Let's get you two out of here."