The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1170

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Chapter 1170

Whoooooosh!

Igni Siarpang’s elongated neck, severed from his body, bent into a sickle-like shape as it fell to the ground. Fortunately, since the neck was lighter than the head, the floor of the Lair didn’t cave in further.

Shhhhk!

I silently sheathed the Heavenly Sword and gazed upon Igni Siarpang’s corpse as the light drained from it.

‘Is this truly my full strength?’

Wanting to test the power of my growth, I had unleashed the Heavenly Sword with everything I had just as Igni Siarpang was about to unleash his breath of flame. My full strength had exceeded even my own expectations—Igni Siarpang never even realized what was happening to him before his neck was severed and his life extinguished.
Because his full power was beyond imagination, Igni Siarpang had his neck severed and his breath cut off without even knowing what was happening to him.

Igni Siarpang’s eyes, as he fell into the lava, were filled with shock, rage, and deep terror. It meant that he only realized his neck had been severed after he was already dead.

“Even if Igni Siarpang had tried to block the sword, his neck would have been slashed.”

Even now, I can feel it clearly. No matter if Igni Siarpang had unleashed his fiery breath and poured out high-level magic in succession, the outcome wouldn’t have changed—that bastard would still die by a single blade.

The power to kill the leader of the Red Clan, known as the most violent among Dragons, which are called the strongest race on earth, with a single strike. He felt as though he had finally reached a realm of true transcendence.

How was it?

Raon turned to look at Wrath with a faint smile.

-You bastard….
This bastard…

Wrath chewed his lips in exasperation, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“What are you doing just blowing off the lizard’s head like that!”

He shouted at me as if to ask why he had done that.

Head meat is one of the most delicious parts, so why did you throw it away!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, not out of frustration over his own lost power, but because he had lost the head of a fresh dragon.

‘….’

Raon exhaled a long sigh as he watched Wrath.

‘That gluttonous bastard really never changes.’

He shook his head, muttering that unlike himself, who was gradually transforming, Wrath remained utterly unchanged.

-The True Demon King is already perfected!

Wrath snorted down at me from above.

-Unlike you, still immature, I have no need to change!

He waved his hand dismissively, telling me not to compare myself to him.

-Well, even so….

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as he gazed upon the corpse of Igni Siarpang, the leader of the Red Clan, whose neck had been severed cleanly.

-Not bad at all. I could truly feel your growth in that blade.

He nodded, acknowledging that while losing Igni Siarpang’s head was irritating, the swordsmanship was impressive enough to make him momentarily forget that frustration.

‘That’s the highest praise coming from him.’

Raon let out a short whistle.

‘It means my swordsmanship caught your eye before a roasted dragon.’

As befitted a Demon Lord, Wrath rarely showed surprise or confusion over trivial matters, focusing solely on his greatest obsession—his appetite. The fact that he had noticed my blade before the dragon’s corpse meant I had grown considerably.

-Hmph! Your blade is still nothing special, so keep refining it!

Wrath narrowed his eyes as if warning me not to get cocky.

“You still haven’t even reached the True Demon King’s knees!”
‘Of course not.’

Raon placed his hand upon the Heavenly Sword, wetting his lips with anticipation.

‘My hunger for growth won’t yield to Grid’s, so don’t worry.’
“The True Demon King shares that same fierce ambition.”

Wrath clenched his fist, his own voracious hunger burning bright.

“It is my appetite! Roast that lizard’s corpse at once! There’s lava and flame below—perfect for the task!”
‘….’

You’re the Demon Lord of Wrath, aren’t you….

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“What… just happened…?”

Barthius stared at Igni Siarpang’s corpse, its soul already departed, and swallowed hard.

“What on earth….”

He hadn’t even properly seen it, hadn’t felt it coming. The moment Raon Zigheart raised his blade, Igni Siarpang’s head was already splitting apart as it plummeted.

‘Unbelievable.’

Igni Siarpang was no mere clan leader—he was the King of the Red Clan, renowned for his love of battle. He had accumulated vast experience through countless clashes with formidable swordsmen and had even prepared his opening strike, yet he never imagined his neck would be cleaved in a single slash from Raon.

‘It transcends comprehension—such overwhelming power.’

Barthius watched Raon stand unmoved even after beheading the Red Clan’s leader, and a hollow laugh escaped him.

‘Was Raon Zigheart always this formidable?’

I chose Raon not merely for his martial prowess, but because through the countless trials and tribulations he endured before earning the epithet Sword Sage, I had come to trust him. And indeed, he proved worthy of that faith today, offering me his trust without asking for anything in return.

Yet the Raon Zigheart I witnessed now revealed a power that far exceeded my expectations and assumptions. I had anticipated a desperate struggle to capture Igni Siarpang, but to think he would subdue the leader of the Red Clan so swiftly and single-handedly—I never imagined such a thing possible.

“Ha…”

Balashiur let out a hollow laugh, utterly bewildered.

“Were you always this strong?”

He had anticipated the outcome, but the manner in which it unfolded seemed beyond his comprehension, causing his eyes to blink repeatedly in astonishment.

“You weren’t at this level when we fought before! Did you hold back then? Or have you grown stronger in the meantime?”

Balashiur’s hands trembled as he spoke of the terrifying power on display. It was a might that even the Red Clan, who reveled in combat, could not help but fear.

“While you were searching for the Lord’s location, I experienced a stroke of fortune. Or rather, not fortune so much as an awakening born from life itself.”

I nodded toward Balashiur.

“Though it’s true I held back at that time as well.”

I laughed, acknowledging that both were true.

“It’s only been two months.”

Barthius furrowed his brow, counting on his fingers.

“Humans don’t typically grow stronger at such a pace, do they?”

He shook his head, noting that I was quite different from the humans he knew.

“Raon is no ordinary human.”

Evelyn leaned against my shoulder with a knowing smile.

“He changes with every moment. You should take a good look while you can.”

She smiled with ease, as though she had anticipated that I would subdue Igni Siarpang with such ease.

“Gasp… I… I’m alive…!”

Dorian finally regained his senses, collapsing to the ground as he exhaled a heavy, trembling breath.

“I thought I was dead for sure… Ahhhhh!”

His pants caught fire from the scorching earth beneath him, and he jumped to his feet in panic.

“To slay the leader of the Red Clan with a single strike…!”

Burren, despite knowing Raon’s prowess, appeared astonished as he ran his hand roughly through his neatly combed hair.

“I can’t fathom how far that man will ascend. Does he truly intend to face the Lord alone?”

Initially, I had believed the aid of other dragons would be necessary, but witnessing this, it seemed he could challenge the Lord single-handedly.

“Magnificent!”

Martha simply clapped her hands in admiration.

“That’s it! A swordsman must always speak through a single blade!”

She nodded emphatically, clearly satisfied with Raon’s blade that had severed his opponent’s life with one stroke.

“Hmm…!”

It was then that Barthius gently struck his own cheek to regain his composure.

A resonant hum echoed through the air!

Blue light flashed brilliantly as three dragons appeared in human form from behind. They were the Blue Dragon Sirtiren, the White Dragon Busiharabi, and the Black Dragon Dariauran, who had been maintaining the barrier from outside.

“Igni Siarpang’s aura vanished in an instant, so I wondered if something had gone wrong…!”

Sirtiren’s jaw dropped as she gazed upon Igni Siarpang’s corpse.

“He’s dead? Already?”

She turned to Barthius, her expression questioning what had transpired.

“Swordsmanship. He killed him with a single strike….”
“Insane. Hauntingly beautiful.”

Dariauran and Busiharabi swallowed hard as they sensed Raon’s swordsmanship through Igni Siarpang’s corpse.

“Barthius.”

Raon called out to Barthius with leisurely eyes, as if he had just taken a sip of tea.

“Now begin.”

He gestured with his chin, instructing him to extract the key that could reach the Dragon Lord.

“Understood.”

Barthius nodded and brought his hands together. As he chanted a mystical incantation through draconic speech, a transparent key gleaming with golden light emerged from the corpse of the dead Igni Siarpang.

Crack!

Barthius grasped the key in his palm and nodded.

“The first key to the lock that opens the Lord’s dimension. Two remain.”

He stored the golden key within his own soul, noting that capturing the remaining two ancient dragons would grant them access to the dimension where the Lord was hiding.

“Then let’s move on to the next one.”

As Raon was about to suggest they depart immediately, he noticed Balashiur standing motionless. He was quietly observing the body of Igni Siarpang as it grew cold. Based on his reactions thus far and their earlier conversation, it seemed they had been closer than expected.

“Should we leave the body behind?”

Raon extended his hand, offering to do as Balashiur wished.

-What are you saying!

Wrath’s eyes widened as if Raon had lost his mind.

-Why would you leave that meat behind! We should roast it right now!

He grabbed me by the collar, telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

“Raon, what are you saying! That dragon’s corpse has astronomical value!”

Dorian’s eyes widened with excitement, though for entirely different reasons than Wrath’s.

“If you want it, I’ll leave the corpse behind.”

I ignored both Wrath and Dorian’s words and extended my hand toward Balashiur.

“Do whatever you wish.”

In the past, I would have claimed the corpse regardless of Balashiur’s reaction, but now that I understood human relationships and affection, I wanted to prioritize my comrade’s feelings first.

“No. Take it.”

Balashiur shook his head as if it were no trouble.

“If we leave it as is, it will return to nature anyway. It would be more beneficial if you took it and made use of it.”

He spoke with the measured wisdom of a mediator, acknowledging that this was merely a corpse now.

-Ooooooh!
“Wooooah!”

Wrath let out an exultant roar, and Dorian immediately rushed into the cavern, shoving Igni Siarpang’s corpse into his ship’s storage pouch.

“Huh?”
“Wait, it all fits in there?”
“What kind of magic is this? I want to study it.”

Even the dragons were astonished by the ship’s pouch’s extraordinary compression ratio, their eyes widening in wonder.

‘If this matter concludes properly, the dragons will change considerably.’

I smiled faintly as I observed Balashiur maintaining his composure even in the face of a close kinsman’s death.

‘Dragons of old, worthy of the epithet “mediator” rather than the slur “lizard.”‘

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“Preparations are complete.”

Barthius stabilized the golden key and approached Raon.

“Are you certain we can depart immediately?”

He tilted his chin, suggesting there was ample time and they could leave tomorrow if needed.

“It’s fine. I could face the Lord directly right now without issue.”

Raon laughed, telling him not to worry and that they should depart.

“I wouldn’t have believed those words before, but now I find them credible.”

Barthius chuckled thinly, unable to argue since he had witnessed Raon’s martial prowess firsthand.

“Then let us depart at once.”

As he interlaced his fingers and chanted the incantation, a golden Dimensional Gate opened before us.

“Enter.”
“Very well.”

I nodded calmly and stepped through the second Dimensional Gate that Barthius had opened.

Whoooooosh!

This time, the moment I entered the gate, a refreshing wind swept across me.

As I slowly opened my eyes, an endless sea stretched before me, and at its center floated a small island. The first location had been a volcano roiling with flames, but this second place was the opposite—the heart of the Open Sea, shimmering with an emerald radiance.

“This is the Lair of Azgoros, the leader of the Blue Clan.”

Barthius, the leader of the Blue Clan, slightly raised his shoulder as if asking whether I could see Azgoros’s Lair.

“Ah, I don’t see it?”

Dorian blinked his eyes as if he had no idea whatsoever.

“A Lair? That island is far too small, isn’t it?”

Martha narrowed her eyes as she gazed at the island in the center of the sea.

“The sea. I’ve heard that the Blue Clan often constructs their Lairs beneath the ocean.”

Burren nodded, certain that the Lair existed somewhere within the sea.

“That’s exactly right!”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren nodded at Burren.

“The Blue Clan’s Lair lies beneath the waves, making infiltration far from simple. Moreover….”

She gazed down into the depths below and smiled knowingly.

“Azgoros is an exceptionally cautious dragon, so he guards his Lair with countless sea monsters. He’s even trained them to attack everyone except himself.”

Sirtiren smacked her lips, acknowledging that one could not slip quietly into Azgoros’s Lair.

“And furthermore….”

She was about to continue her explanation.

“There are other Blue Dragons as well.”

I narrowed my eyes as I peered into the depths of the sea.

“Did you really sense that? I wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t been informed beforehand.”

Sirtiren let out a hollow laugh as if bewildered.

“My senses are in particularly good form right now.”

Raon merely shrugged, saying it was nothing more than intuition.

“With a sense like that twice over, I’d comprehend every secret in the world.”

Sirtiren blinked her eyes before turning her hand.

“Regardless, what you said is correct. Azgoros has recently summoned the Blue Clan’s ancient dragons to guard the surroundings in order to protect himself. Since they’re considerably strong, it’s impossible to infiltrate without leaving a trace.”

She furrowed her brow, noting that while she could prevent Azgoros from escaping or contacting the outside, a war would unfold within.

“That’s good, though?”

Yet Raon merely nodded, as if the current situation was favorable even after hearing Sirtiren’s explanation.

“The dragons beneath this place….”

Raon pointed beneath the sea with his finger, drawing a dark smile across his face.

“Hunt them. If you can’t, assume you’re dead.”

He issued the command to Burren, Martha, and Dorian to hunt the dragons, tilting his chin.

“Pardon…?”

Dorian’s mouth fell open as he beheld Raon’s sinister smile.

“That’s not just assuming we’re dead—we’ll actually die! This place is entirely sea!”

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