Warrior Training System-Chapter 470: Always cassian

Minutes had passed, and Cassian had already carved chunks of flesh from Robert again and again. Blood soaked the ground, pieces of torn meat still twitching where they’d fallen. At least he’d stopped slicing them smaller—no need to make the mess worse.

Instead, the writhing scraps dragged themselves back toward Robert, stitching together across his body. What stood there now barely resembled a man—more like a hastily assembled meat puppet, ugly and wrong, with only half his original face still recognizable beneath the mass he’d regenerated.

It made him stronger. Not strong enough.

Cassian could still handle him even without the war armor—he’d already dismissed it. No point risking being seen wearing something like that. As for Robert, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t leaving this fight alive.

The only real problem was that absurd regeneration.

Cassian clenched his jaw. ’Is this how people feel when they fight me?’

Robert’s voice kept coming, thick and warped, like it had to push through too much meat just to exist.

"You know what you are?" he snarled, saliva and blood stringing from his mouth. "A young master. That’s all. Ven Dyke’s precious little blade." His misshapen body twitched as more flesh pulled itself into place. "Everything you have—everything—you got handed to you."

Cassian didn’t answer. He just adjusted his grip, steady, breathing even.

Robert laughed, the sound wet and wrong. "Magisteria doesn’t take people like me. You think they let talent in?" He shook his head violently. "No. They take names. Bloodlines. Sponsorships." His many arms clenched and unclenched. "So tell me—did Princess Katherine take you in like a favored pet? Or did you start as her servant, hmm?"

The words came faster now, uglier.

"I worked. I bled. I clawed my way up while nobles like you played soldier." His voice dropped, heavy with something close to despair. "And every time I got close—every time—I hit a wall with your kind’s crest stamped on it."

His body lurched forward, mass shifting grotesquely. Veins bulged like ropes.

"I didn’t betray anyone," Robert growled. "I adapted. The cult didn’t give me orders—they gave me a way out." His eyes locked onto Cassian, burning. "Power that doesn’t care who your parents were."

Cassian finally spoke, voice flat.

"And you used it to butcher innocents."

Robert lunged, his massive fist coming down like a boulder. "They were going to die soon anyway!" he roared.

His blow smashed into the ground instead, cracking the earth as Cassian slipped past it. Before Robert could recover, Cassian’s blade flashed again, carving through the attack mid-motion and forcing distance between them.

"And I never butchered anyone," Robert snarled, straightening. "I only killed those who learned my secret."

All around them, chunks of torn flesh began to writhe. Like snakes drawn to a signal, they slithered back toward Robert, fusing into his body. Muscle piled onto muscle, veins bulging grotesquely as his frame swelled, rising higher—taller than the surrounding trees—his shadow swallowing the clearing.

Cassian watched it happen, jaw tight.Whatever Robert had become, it wasn’t human anymore.

"Like you have now," Robert said, grinning wide as he lunged again.

Cassian met him head-on. His blade flashed, carving more flesh away—arms, chunks of muscle, sheets of skin torn free. It didn’t solve anything. The bastard just kept growing it back, stitching himself together with writhing meat. But it hurt. And right now, Cassian wanted him to hurt.

Still, time was no longer on his side.

Robert had already sent the two women off to start whatever attack they’d planned, and the fact that no one had come running—despite the noise, the destruction—meant they weren’t coming anytime soon.

Which meant this had to end fast.

Cassian had finally found the answer to that absurd regeneration—the same way he’d once been forced to deal with his own.

He drew a slow breath, crimson light bleeding into his blade as his Domain wrapped around it, heavy and suffocating. Even holding it like this was taxing, but he didn’t need long.

"I don’t know where you found so much hatred, my friend," Cassian said quietly. "But I’ll see you in hell."

He vanished.

"Chaos Step — Destroying Wind."

The slash didn’t cut Robert.

It hit him.

The impact detonated through Robert’s massive body, hurling him backward like a broken siege engine. Flesh exploded outward from the point of impact—not writhing, not crawling back—but dead. Lifeless. Torn free by force that ignored regeneration entirely.

Robert crashed into the earth, carving a trench through dirt and stone. His eyes were wide with disbelief as he tried to pull himself together—only to realize the damage wasn’t responding. The flesh wasn’t coming back. The mass he’d relied on was gone.

Before he could recover, Cassian was already there.

A red blade punched straight through his chest.

Robert gasped, the glow searing through him from the inside out. Heat—real heat—burned through muscle and bone as Cassian leaned close, eyes cold.

For a split second, memories flooded Robert’s mind.

Cassian as a stupid teenager.

Cassian breaking through to Circle.

Cassian getting womens.

Cassian surpassing him.

’It was always him.’

"You..." Robert rasped, hatred bubbling up even as his body failed him. His hand twitched, trying to mimic what he’d done earlier—to invade, to consume.

It didn’t work.

Cassian’s Domain pressed down, crushing the attempt before it could form. Whatever power Robert had been given, it wasn’t a true Domain—and against Cassian’s will, it meant nothing.

Cassian didn’t let him finish the thought.

The moment Robert’s warped hand twitched toward the sword embedded in his chest, Cassian drove his domain deeper—not wider, not louder, but denser. Like pressure at the bottom of the sea.

Robert felt it.

His regeneration stalled, flesh shuddering as if it no longer remembered how to grow.

"W-why...?" Robert gasped, shock and rage twisting his face. He knew he’d lost—but even then, he refused to accept it.

Heat began to surge through his body. Cassian felt it instantly. The warped flesh started to swell, pulsing violently, veins glowing as if something inside was about to tear its way out.

Cassian’s eyes widened. Self-detonation?

Robert laughed weakly through clenched teeth, his body bloating to a grotesque size. "If you really want to meet me in hell," he snarled, voice breaking, "then let’s go together."

The next instant—

The body ruptured in a deafening blast, flesh and force exploding outward in a violent shockwave.