Tyrant Emperor

Chapter 25: Limitless Tyranny



Being one was considered an act of honor, and the benefits were simply too numerous to count.

Alex took hold of a wooden greatsword and walked to the center of the empty training ground. He stood there silently, the greatsword dangling precariously from his hand. Closing his eyes, he spoke calmly:

"Come. Attack me."

"Okay." Leon nodded, gripping his wooden spear tightly before sprinting toward Alex in a flash.

The speed was terrifying—his body blurred as he closed the distance.

"Rapid thrust!"

The spear lunged forward with blinding speed, the tip mere inches from Alex.

Bang!

Leon's world spun. He hit the ground hard, coughing as his face met the dirt. Dazed, he turned his gaze toward Alex, who remained in the exact same position, unmoved, as if the attack had never even happened.

"Come on, try again."

Leon pushed himself off the ground, wiping the dirt from his face. He squinted.

Raising his spear, he retraced his steps and then leaped forward with a shout:

"Leap Thrust!"

Shing!

The sound of wood striking wood echoed across the training ground, followed by a sharp vibration that coursed through Leon's spear. The force was enough to nearly wrench it from his hands, but he held on, his grip tightening.

His hands trembled from the impact as he took a deep breath to steady himself. Without hesitation, he spun mid-strike, redirecting his momentum.

Bang!

Every single attack was met with an unyielding defense. No matter how much power or speed Leon poured into his strikes, Alex effortlessly blocked each one.

It was as if there were no openings, no vulnerabilities. Alex stood there, completely still, the wooden greatsword dangling precariously in his hand, untouched and unbothered.

Time passed in the blink of an eye. Nearly an hour had gone by, and Leon lay sprawled on the ground, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

Alex stood above him, the wooden greatsword still loosely gripped in his hand. With a faint smirk, he asked, "So, did you see my sword art?"

Leon slowly raised his head, his eyes narrowing at Alex. "There's no form or pattern to your greatsword. You're just using raw strength and speed to crush me. What is there to see?"

Alex laughed heartily. "Haha, you're absolutely right. I didn't use any technique. I don't have to. Even against a stronger opponent, all you need are the basics of your weapon."

"...How?" Leon managed to ask, his voice weak, his breath still ragged.

"There is no such thing as an invincible battle art—only invincible warriors," Alex said, his gaze drifting toward the sky. "Our ancestors created this technique with that belief at its core. It is formless, with no steps to memorize, no patterns to follow."

He paused. "It adapts to an opponent's style, finding and exploiting flaws. Forged in blood and sharpened through sacrifice, it is the ultimate technique for a massacre."

Leon listened in silence, his expression unreadable, his body too exhausted to react outwardly.

"This technique's strength depends entirely on its wielder. For the strong, it amplifies their dominance. For the weak, it forges their strength anew."

Alex's tone grew somber, almost reverent, as he continued, "Millions have bled because of this method—refined through countless generations of our ancestors."

He lowered his gaze to Leon, his voice barely above a whisper. "Limitless Tyranny."

Leon's breath hitched. His parched lips trembled as he spoke: "How do you even learn this technique?"

"Well, the first and second step have already been mastered by you then the third step." Alex grinned, "Fight, blindfolded against wildebeest."

"Huh!?"

"For starters, you could learn to walk blindfolded and then you can go further."

Leon wore the blindfold. It felt weird at first, as though the world had suddenly gone silent. Then he tried to walk forward with careful steps. 

"It feels empty," he muttered in his heart. With his entire world plunged into darkness, his steps became uncertain and wobbly, and even maintaining his balance became difficult. 

It felt like the world was spinning endlessly for him, making him crash into almost everything.

His heart trembled violently, but he didn't use the yellow chakra to fuel the incomplete Earth Ruin to heighten his sense of the world. If he did that, it wouldn't be training anymore and would serve no further purpose. 

Instead, Leon sat on the bed with effort, calming his restless breath to steady his mind and find peace. 

Gradually, he took long, measured breaths, adjusting to the difficulty. 

Within a short span of time, Leon stood up again, no longer restless, his heart beating steadily. 

"This feels…" Leon paused. 

"So good."

Leon got ready for the Academy and then went out to eat. 

He ate the food quietly. 

While Zara gave him a worried look, Leon was completely blindfolded. 

"Will he be fine?" 

"It will take time. He will suffer more failures than ever, but as long as he learns from them, he can do it." Alex said.

He then walked out of the house, still blindfolded, taking tentative steps and still struggling to maintain his balance.

"Thank you, Mom. I'm going." 

"Be careful," Zara's worried voice called out from inside, then she turned towards Alex:

"Has the duel of the King started?"

"Yes, it has, looking at his old age, he might not really be able to hold on today."

"I see." Zara sighed.

As Leon walked along the road with slightly uncertain steps, Fatty came running toward him. But before he could even reach Leon, he froze in surprise. 

"Why are you blindfolded, Leon?" 

Marcus had grown into a man. Although he was still chubby with a big stomach, he had grown more than a meter taller. While not as tall as Leon, his bulky frame made him appear larger. 

"Nothing," Leon replied, shaking his head silently. 

"How can you even walk straight with your eyes closed like that? If it were me, I'd fall right away," Fatty said, a hint of horror in his voice. 

Leon didn't respond and simply continued on his way. 

"Hey, you're ignoring me again!" 

Fatty whined, squabbling persistently as he followed. 

"Oh, Tina's here," Leon suddenly said, pausing before turning toward a specific direction.

"Huh?" Fatty turned his head in confusion. "There's nothing there—" 

His voice froze. 

Tina's golden hair fluttered in the wind under the sunlight, her legs striding confidently over the rocky ground as she hummed a tune softly to herself. 

"How did you know?" Fatty turned toward Leon, his expression filled with shock. 

"Even without my eyes, I have my other four senses to rely on," Leon said calmly. "We humans have grown too accustomed to the sense of sight, rendering our other senses almost completely ineffective. We barely use them." 


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