The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1145

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Chapter 1145

“We won’t be as soft as those old fools of the Elf Clan.”

Barthius, the Gold Dragon, condensed lightning in his grasp.

“They’ve stood on the battlefield far too long, relying only on the mana accumulated through the ages.”

He lifted his cold gaze as if to say his kind was different from the ancient dragons.

“Then let’s begin.”

I let out a thin laugh and planted my foot at the peak’s edge. The moment I stepped into the Heavenly Footwork, my solid body pierced through an instant and arrived before Barthius’s eyes.

“Wh…?”

Barthius hadn’t imagined a human could move with such speed and merely widened his eyes without reacting.

“Sp-spatial…”

He attempted to activate a dragon’s innate draconic magic to teleport, but my blade was already pressed against his throat.

“Ah…”

Barthius’s smooth jaw trembled as he hadn’t anticipated such an anticlimactic
outcome at all.

“I told you, didn’t I?”

I looked down at Barthius with arrogant crimson eyes.

“It wouldn’t take long.”

Curling my lips upward, I drew the Heavenly Sword across Barthius’s throat with the thinnest of cuts.

Thump.

Red blood flowed from Barthius’s neck and dripped to the ground along the blade of the Heavenly Sword.

“Unbelievable.”

Barthius bit his lip hard, as if only now regaining his senses from the sharp pain that bloomed as his neck was slightly cut.

“I couldn’t even react….”

He stared at the Heavenly Sword, which now bore his blood, his expression still one of disbelief.

“Damn, he’s fast! Let me fight next!”
“Uooooooh!”
“His body seems faster than his blade. He’s transcended human capability.”
“There’s a reason he rose to the highest rank. Even if Barthius hadn’t been careless, it would have been dangerous.”

The Dragons each showed different reactions as they watched Raon decide the match far faster than anticipated.

“He won’t admit defeat.”

Raon chuckled softly and withdrew the Heavenly Sword, which had been aimed at Barthius’s neck.

“What are you doing?”

Barthius touched his neck where the Heavenly Sword had just been and furrowed his brow.

“I acknowledge defeat….”
“That’s not the look of someone acknowledging defeat.”

Raon shook his head as he observed Barthius’s eyes, where the competitive spirit still burned
vividly in his pupils.

“Let’s go again.”

I flicked my fingers while brushing away Barthius’s blood that clung to the Heavenly Sword.

“This time, you attack first.”

I told him to fight properly so he could truly acknowledge his own defeat, and I took my stance once more.

“If I go first, your turn will never come.”

I made a dismissive remark toward Barthius while curling my lips upward.

“Fine.”

Barthius bit his lip until blood flowed, then spread both hands wide.

“This time, I’ll show you my full power!”

His entire body was dyed in light as a massive pillar of mana shot upward.

“Come on!”

Barthius didn’t attack first; instead, he jerked his chin as if inviting me to come again.

“As you wish.”

I twisted my lips and stepped forward with Heavenly Sword toward Barthius using the Taewhabo technique. Accelerating faster than before, I drove the Heavenly Sword toward his neck.

Whoooosh!

Barthius watched his sword with both eyes, then vanished into light by a paper’s thickness. His presence could be felt behind me. His quick reaction and immediate spell casting flowed naturally.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Sensing Barthius’s aura and turning around, a lightning spear condensed in both his hands came flying toward me.

Clang!

I severed Barthius’s lightning spear with the Frost Chain, which scattered two blades, but this time a sphere of black flames came crashing down.
It looked like a fireball, but it was actually the Hellfire Seal that summoned the flames of Hell.

Whoooosh!

I summoned the Manhwagong’s flames above the Heavenly Sword and severed the Hellfire Seal that Barthius had conjured.

But the Hellfire Seals that were fired weren’t just one.

Whoooosh!

The infernal rain of the Flame Prison Verdict poured down upon my head like a torrential downpour.

Even a single strike would pierce through my aura, and the hellfire that incinerated flesh and bone cascaded down like a waterfall.

‘Where is Barthius?’

Even amid the tempest of the Flame Prison Verdict, I remained unruffled, sensing for Barthius’s presence.

‘He’s not in this vicinity. Then….’

I slowly lifted my gaze toward the massive torrent of Flame Prison Verdict bearing down upon me.

‘He’s concealed within it.’

A being like Barthius couldn’t simply vanish without leaving a trace. The fact that I sensed nothing nearby made it abundantly clear he was hiding his form within the Flame Prison Verdict itself.

“Your combat technique is refined.”

I curled my lips into a smile and drew the Moonwheel Sword with my left hand.

“You’ve earned the right to boast.”

I raised the Heavenly Sword skyward and tilted the Moonwheel Sword downward—the stance that severed heaven, earth, and sea simultaneously. The crimson and azure waves summoned by the Manhwagong’s Flame Sea Sword Technique collided head-on with the Flame Prison Verdict that Barthius had conjured.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Magnificent explosions erupted in succession, crumpling the sky and shaking an unnamed mountain as though it might crumble.

Whoooosh!

After I unleashed the Flame Sea Sword Technique and caught my breath, Barthius surged upward from within the disintegrating Flame Prison Verdict.

Crack!

Barthius fired a thin, small dagger of light toward my throat. It was the perfect moment, perfect execution of magic, and a perfect stratagem.
The only difference was its power.
Unlike the ancient dragons who merely unleashed powerful magic and breath, Barthius possessed a genuine understanding of strategy to win battles.

‘Even so….’

Meaningless, perhaps.

I lifted the Heavenly Sword, which I had angled downward. A leisurely response. The blade rose with swift grace, cleaving the dagger of light that Barthius had unleashed cleanly in two.

But Barthius had already anticipated this much.

*Clang!*

The split daggers of light, falling apart, transformed into sharp spears that simultaneously targeted my chest and throat. A tactic designed to exploit carelessness with further carelessness.

*Crash!*

I saw the spears burst forth from the severed daggers, yet I remained unruffled, erecting a wall of flames with the Heavenly Sword to repel Barthius’s assault.

“Ah….”

Barthius’s jaw dropped in astonishment at how I had effortlessly parried even his final gambit.

“Th-this is….”

As he attempted to retreat, I burst forward with a dimming light.

*Whoosh!*

I pressed the Heavenly Sword against Barthius’s throat.

“Is that two losses already?”

I tilted my chin, inviting him to continue if he had anything left.

“O-of course.”

Barthius bit his lip and nodded firmly.

“I am….”
“Stop!”
“It’s my turn now!”

The other dragons behind them surged forward, crying out that they too wanted to fight.

“Hmm…”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the young dragons—distinctly different from the hideous ancient dragons I’d encountered thus far.

‘So there is some hope on this side after all.’

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“Hmm.”

Evelyn watched my battle against Gold Dragon Barthius, smacking her lips softly.

“That creature doesn’t fight like a dragon—he fights like a human mage.”

Rather than reverting to his true form to unleash devastating magic, Barthius maintained his human appearance, leveraging his mobility to wage an intense battle against me.

“His magical prowess is considerable.”

Dragons wielded high-tier magic as naturally as breathing.
Yet despite their overwhelming power, contending with them was not particularly difficult.

‘They lack experience in life-and-death combat.’

Dragons had no need for actual combat—their innate magic and absolute breath allowed them to slaughter their enemies outright.

Because of this inborn dominance, genuine battles against worthy opponents were exceedingly rare, making them surprisingly manageable if one simply prepared countermeasures against their breath.

‘But these ancient dragons are different.’

Despite his human form, Barthius possessed magical power rivaling his true body, continuously refined his spells in real-time, and maximized his mobility by leveraging his human physique. He was a dragon of extraordinary practical experience.

[True enough. They’re not completely brainless.]

Rust sent a wave of flame with a cold smile.

[If you revealed your true form to a Demon Lord like Wrath, your neck would be severed on the spot, or you’d be frozen solid. A wise choice.]

She let out a small exclamation, noting that the Dragon possessed considerable practical combat experience.

“It’s not a Demon Lord, and it’s not Wrath—it’s Raon.”

Evelyn muttered under her breath, insisting that Raon’s name be spoken correctly, and snorted.

[It is Wrath, isn’t it? You don’t even know your beloved’s name properly. How foolish.]

Rust laughed mockingly, saying that Evelyn was the one mistaken.

“The fool would be you.”

Evelyn shook her head and turned her attention back to the battle between Raon and the Dragon.

After three consecutive defeats, Barthius had withdrawn, and now a Red Dragon in the form of an orc stepped forward to engage Raon in combat.

‘Hmm…?’

Raon watched until the very end as the Red Dragon’s magic activated, even though he could have easily subdued him.

‘Even if I’m giving him a chance to fight, there’s no need to wait for his magic to activate… Ah!’

As I tilted my head in confusion at this peculiarity, Raon’s gaze briefly turned toward me.

‘Could it be…?’

To show me the Dragons’ magic?

No, that must be it. Now that I think about it, Raon could have easily cut through Barthius’s magic, yet he never once interrupted the flow of his spellcasting.

At first, I thought it was to assess the Dragon’s abilities, but now it seemed he was deliberately showing me the Dragons’ magic.

‘Was he telling me to take note because the Dragons’ magic is unique?’

Those dragons were using magic they had newly created themselves, not magic that already existed.
Raon seemed to have given me the opportunity to reference and learn from those spells. The moment I realized his consideration, my chest—no, my heart—trembled.

“Ahahaha!”

Evelyn burst into laughter, her trembling hand covering her mouth. She vowed not to waste a single opportunity Raon had given her and focused entirely on the battle.

[Are you insane?]

Rust narrowed her eyes in disbelief.

“Yes. I’m insane.”

Evelyn nodded vigorously as she watched Raon’s back, effortlessly deflecting the dragon’s magic.

“Because one cannot endure without madness.”

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Kuuuuung!

The fifth Black Dragon that had emerged was embedded in the ground in goblin form, trembling violently across its entire body.

“Insane!”

The Black Dragon named Dariauran stared at Raon with wildly shaking pupils, utterly bewildered.

“How is it that I cannot even touch a single fingertip?”

He swallowed hard, realizing the reality that the countless spells of five dragons had failed to even damage a thread of Raon’s clothing.

“All of our magic was developed for anti-personnel use specifically to counter the Demon Lords, yet how can this be!

Dariauran trembled with weakened fists, unable to believe what was happening.

“Not bad at all.”

I brushed away the Black Dragon’s venom clinging to the Heavenly Sword before speaking.

“It would have been quite effective against the Demon Lords too.”
“What? It didn’t work on you though?”
“I’m a specialist at catching specialists in one-on-one combat.”

I shook my head, noting that the number of Mages and Dragons I’d killed with my own hands was beyond counting.

“I’ve defeated all five of you. Now speak.”

I gestured with my chin toward the Gold Dragon Barthius.

“Or do you want to try something more?”
“Would you permit me one final request?”

Barthius stepped forward, channeling mana.

“I’ve developed a new spell after observing your combat.”

He nodded, saying that if he lost this time, he would accept it.

“No, I’ve already accepted it. I simply wish to see if my magic is effective.”

Barthius revealed eyes that had grown calm and serene, asking if I could grant him one final duel.

“Very well.”

I smiled faintly and raised my sword toward Barthius.

“You’ve earned my respect.”

Unlike the other Dragons, they hadn’t resorted to shameful tactics, nor had they fought with cowardice. They understood what true combat meant. I never expected to find such honorable warriors among dragonkind.

“I’m coming.”

Barthius, sensing his considerable disadvantage, raised both hands first. The air converged into his palms, and he unleashed a tremendous gust of wind accompanied by brilliant light.
The air gathered into the palm of his hand, and with an enormous gust of wind pressure, he unleashed a tremendous beam of light.

Whoooosh!

Barthius was unleashing the Gold Dragon’s breath with his human form.

“You really do try everything, don’t you!”

I curled my lips and brought Crimson Abyss down toward the incoming breath.

Roooaarrr!

The blade wreathed in flames shot forward with ferocious speed, cleaving the Gold Dragon’s breath in two.

But Barthius’s assault was far from over.

Whiiiiiine!

Spears of light and blades descended from the sky at mysterious angles, each falling at different speeds. He had arranged his magic to read my movements and make it difficult to evade.

“Troublesome mage.”

I wielded the Heavenly Sword and the Moonwheel Blade, deploying Radiant Flash and Snowwind Blade Form, then swept away all of Barthius’s magic through pure instinct before charging toward him.

“You said it was new magic, but it’s not much different from before, is it?”

Speaking of the lack of difference, I brought my blade down at a speed Barthius couldn’t react to.

“Is that so?”

Yet Barthius twisted his body backward as if he’d predicted my strike, evading the blade.

“Hmm?”

I narrowed my eyes and thrust my blade faster and more ferociously.

Whoooosh!

Barthius dodged my blade by a paper’s width once more, countering with a spell of light.

“This newly developed magic….”

I was pushed backward, letting out a hollow laugh.

“It wasn’t an offensive spell.”
“That’s correct.”

Barthius nodded calmly.

“I cast a response spell on my nerves so I could react to your sword.”

He opened his palm, explaining that he had created a spell that automatically responded to the sword on his own nerves.

“With this, I can fight properly… wait?”

It was just as Barthius was about to say he could fight properly.

A sharp whistle cut through the air.

My fist, which had been ten paces away just moments before, was now pressed against his face.

A sickening crunch echoed out.

Barthius, struck by my fist, crumpled like a falling leaf and crashed to the ground.

“Ugh!”

Barthius forcibly opened his bleeding jaw and parted his lips.

“How… how is this possible?”
“If you cast a spell on your nerves, I simply destroy those nerves before they can react.”

I sheathed the Heavenly Sword and shrugged my shoulders.

“A human body like yours can never match my physical capabilities.”
“Ha…”

Barthius let out a hollow laugh as if dumbfounded, closing his eyes tightly.

“So I was just playing in your palm.”
“No, as I keep saying, it wasn’t bad. In fact, it would have worked against the Demon Lords instead of me.”

I said that sparring with the Dragons had been enjoyable and extended my hand. Having engaged in such thorough combat, I felt a faint sense of familiarity with Barthius and the other Dragons.

“Hmm….”

Barthius regarded me intently for a moment, then grasped my hand and rose to his feet.

“Now tell me. What did you come to find me for?”

I sat upon the flattened boulder that had been cleaved and scattered by our clash, tilting my chin slightly.

“To get straight to the point….”

Barthius glanced at the Dragons behind him before slowly parting his lips.

“We have come to you to defy the Lord’s command.”

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