The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1171

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Chapter 1171

“If you can’t do it, you die.”

I let out a scoff, as if asking why Dorian would pose such an obvious question.

“To survive the inferno of human conflict that lies ahead, you must overcome trials of this magnitude.”

The war against Derus Robert and Eden would literally bring hell itself crashing down upon this Continent.
We would wage a brutal conflict against the Celestial Race and malevolent spirits, so overcoming hardship on the scale of a Dragon had to be manageable.

“That’s… true, but…”

Dorian’s lips trembled with fear, even as he recognized the truth in my words.

“How am I supposed to defeat a Dragon!”

He swallowed hard, unable to envision any scenario where he could triumph over a Dragon.

“If you can’t see it, then make yourself see it!”

Martha kicked Dorian’s backside.

“We’re not trainees anymore. Do you really think anyone on the battlefield will take pity on your tears?”

She shouted at him to get his head straight, her brow furrowed deeply.

“I agree.”

Burren nodded, meeting Dorian’s gaze.

“Even if the odds of defeating a Dragon are slim, we have to find a way to overcome it.”

He clenched his fists, emphasizing that we must win this battle now to advance to the next stage.

“The one saving grace is…”

Evelyn raised her finger and pointed at Barthius.

“The dragons down there aren’t as strong as he is.”

She curled her lips, noting that the Blue Dragons beneath the sea were far weaker than Barthius.

“Evelyn is right.”

I met eyes with Dorian, Martha, and Burren in turn.

“Unlike Barthius here, the dragons down there are mature dragons far removed from ancient dragons. It will be difficult, but it’s absolutely not an insurmountable wall.”

I nodded, affirming that we could handle them.

“Got it. Let’s do this.”

Burren drew his sword, saying he would follow my lead.

“So they’re weak? Understood!”

Martha licked her lips, eager to slay the dragons with ease.

“Ugh…”

Dorian whimpered but took a combat stance, ready to follow my instructions.

“If you’re ready, let’s begin.”

Barthius snapped his fingers, and Balashiur, Busiharabi, and Dariauran scattered in three directions.

A deep, resonant hum echoed through the water.

The three dragons squeezed natural mana from the surroundings and erected a transparent barrier that enveloped this vast sea.
It was a barrier meant to prevent Azgoros, the leader of the Blue Clan hidden beneath the sea, from escaping or communicating with the outside.

“This time it’s Balashiur maintaining the barrier instead of Sirtiren?”

I narrowed my eyes, observing Balashiur’s absence from the battle—unlike during Igni Siarpang’s Lair—to maintain the barrier.

“As a member of the Blue Clan, I should be the one to guide you.”

Sirtiren stepped forward with a subtle smile.

“I’ve visited a few times when I was younger, after all.”

She raised her hand, as if it were only natural that she would be the guide.

“You’ve been there before?”

Dorian’s eyes widened as he looked at Sirtiren.

“As a member of the Blue Clan, it would be natural to visit the clan leader.”

Burren shook his head, as if it were no big deal.

“That too, and Azgoros is my….”

Sirtiren’s expression twisted slightly as she gazed toward the depths of the sea.

“Father.”

She raised her finger, explaining that Azgoros was the father who created her.

“Wh…?”
“Huh!”
“W-what did you just say….”

Dorian, Martha, and Burren all dropped their jaws in shock at Sirtiren’s words.

“Azgoros is your father?”

I furrowed my brow in surprise, looking at Sirtiren.

“Dragon family relationships are different from yours among humans. Some clans get along well with each other, but at the very least, we didn’t.”

Sirtiren shook her head with a hollow laugh.

“Since we weren’t on good terms, you don’t need to feel burdened.”

She shrugged, implying that even if Azgoros died, she wouldn’t bat an eye. Observing her demeanor, it seemed that dragons possessed various relationships among themselves, much like humans did.

“Then let’s begin.”

Barthius spread both hands wide, trusting Sirtiren’s words completely and signaling the start of the battle.

Uuuuuuuung!

Following his ten fingers, the Open Sea swirled violently, the waters parted, and a passage opened downward into Azgoros’s Lair.

Kiaaaaaa!

The Guardians protecting Azgoros’s Lair rose above the sea despite the water vanishing, their crimson killing intent blazing as they bared their savage fangs.

“I’ll eliminate those.”

As Evelyn raised her fingers, a butterfly wing-like formation materialized behind her. Each stripe composing the wings was pure magic.

Fwubwubwubwubwubwubwung!

As Evelyn’s distinctive magical bombardment descended, Azgoros’s Guardians that had surged forward to eliminate the intruders were obliterated without leaving a single trace of flesh.

“Now descend.”

She smiled faintly, as if to say she would handle all the troublesome matters herself.

“Thank you.”

I nodded to Evelyn and was about to descend into the sea.

“Indeed, that person’s words never prove false.”
“Among the ancient dragons, they are counted among the wisest.”
“Though I never expected the same race to commit betrayal.”

From beneath the sea, two youths and one girl with flowing blue hair emerged. Unlike the Guardians who had displayed only bestial killing intent, these were the ancient dragons of the Blue Clan that Azgoros had summoned.

“So that’s why you were currying favor with the ancient dragons so unnaturally—you harbored such intentions?”

The Blue-haired Girl twisted her lips as she gazed at Sirtiren.

“Sapiren.”

Sirtiren murmured her name as if he were acquainted with the dragon transformed into the Blue-haired Girl.

“You’ll be remembered in history. As a fool who betrayed her clan and sided with humans.”

The dragon called Sapiren shook her head as if in contempt.

“Not quite.”

Sirtiren let out a scoff as she gazed at the Blue-haired Girl.

“You’ll be known as the clever one who abandoned her role as mediator and eliminated the leeches attached to the Celestial Race.”

She twirled her finger in a circular motion, as if inviting her to reconsider.

“Hmph! You probably thought you could launch a surprise attack, but how will you manage this?”

Sapiren tilted her chin toward Sirtiren and Barthius.

“Azgoros already knows you’ve come looking for him.”

As she lowered her gaze with a mocking smile, the sea stirred to life.

Kuuuuuuuuung!

A colossal shadow erupted from the surface of the azure Open Sea, accompanied by a tremor that seemed to resonate across the entire Continent.

Faaaaaaaa!

A pair of wings that obliterated the horizon, a neck that rose endlessly to obscure the sun—a magnificent being. Azgoros, the patriarch of the Blue Clan, revealed his immense form.

[Worthless trash dares to seek me out.]

Azgoros lowered his sapphire-bright gaze. Merely meeting those eyes left the humans breathless, as if time itself had frozen.

“This… this creature is also a monster…”

Burren Zigheart clenched his parched lips. Blood trickled down along his jawline.

“Ah, the pressure seems to be getting worse than before….”

Dorian clutched his chest as if he were suffocating, his expression suggesting he might collapse if he couldn’t catch his breath soon.

“Hold on! If you can’t endure even this much, there’s no point in wielding a sword!”

Martha shouted for him to persevere, gripping the hilt of her sword so tightly it threatened to splinter.

“This is quite formidable.”

Evelyn also seemed to feel the considerable pressure, her lips tightening into a thin line.

“Huff.”

Barthius’s breathing grew labored as well, his brow furrowing slightly.

“….”

Sirtiren remained unaffected by Azgoros’s immense pressure, his eyes narrowing to slits as he lifted his gaze.

[Sirtiren.]

Azgoros exhaled an angry breath as he looked upon Sirtiren.

[I offered you one final chance, yet you repeat your foolish choices!]

He released a chilling aura, declaring that no opportunity remained for Sirtiren.

[And by borrowing the strength of a cunning human, no less!]

Unlike Igni Siarpang, Azgoros seemed to have immediately recognized Raon’s presence, his cold eyes rotating with malice.

“Rather than grovel as the Lord’s footstool and hide beneath the sea, I prefer to live freely with my human friend. Of course, the Lord is also a leech sucking the blood of the Celestial Race.”

Sirtiren smiled with a refreshing laugh that seemed incongruous with the gravity of the moment, declaring he refused to live shamefully.

[You’ve lost your mind entirely. Since I created you, I shall tear out your throat with these fangs!]

Azgoros unleashed his mana as if to kill Sirtiren himself, his immense presence radiating a terrifying wavelength that made the entire sea tremble.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

As the mana-infused waves threatened to engulf everyone, Raon Zigheart stepped forward.

Whoooosh!

With merely a single step, the furious sea began to slowly subside.

[Raon Zigheart!]

Azgoros uttered my name as if confirming he indeed knew who I was.

[The Lord deemed you dangerous, but I disagree! No matter how strong you’ve become, a human is merely human!]

He unleashed a brilliant, cyan-tinged radiance as if to demonstrate the result himself. It was magic of extreme velocity—faster than light.

Crash!

Yet I cleaved through Azgoros’s invisible magic with a single blade.

Boom!

The magic split by the Heavenly Sword fell into the sea, triggering a colossal explosion.

[Hmph!]

As Azgoros narrowed his eyes as if he had anticipated this much, a frost-wreathed orb materialized above his head.

Screeeech!

Countless spells poured forth from within the white-gleaming orb. Azgoros intended to obliterate me without leaving a single trace.

“So all the clan leaders are merely at this level.”

I nodded calmly and extended the Heavenly Sword.

Screeeech!

The crimson-blazing blade shattered every spell raining down like a downpour and destroyed even the white-light orb suspended in the sky.

Screeeeeech!

As Azgoros’s Orb, forged with all his power, shattered, silver snow fell from the sky as if winter had arrived.

[What…?]

Azgoros hadn’t imagined that Raon’s single blade could destroy the Orb, and his massive maw gaped open in shock.

[You… you bastard!]

He gnashed his teeth in both panic and fury, spreading his wings wide.

Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!

The Open Sea trembled and rose with Azgoros’s rage. The waters blazed with azure light, surging upward with enough force to engulf the entire Continent.

[Die!]

He unleashed a tidal wave from the sky, intent on crushing Raon and those standing behind him with the sea infused with his own mana.

Whoooosh!

As Raon drew spinning flames from his blade, Azgoros’s wave magic—descending as if to swallow the Continent whole—ignited and evaporated entirely in the inferno.

Normally, water would overcome fire in terms of elemental affinity, but such rules seemed not to apply in this moment.

“These are the spells I observed while subduing Kaibar.”

I lowered the Heavenly Sword, not a drop of water clinging to its blade.

“Don’t you have anything more interesting?”

I tilted my chin, asking him to make this more entertaining.

[Don’t worry!]

Azgoros’s voice echoed from within the white mist rising as the seawater evaporated.

[There won’t be a next time!]

Azgoros’s furious cry erupted as a blindingly white breath cascaded forth. The Blue Dragon’s ultimate weapon—Ice Breath. He had anticipated the wave magic’s failure and prepared the frigid exhalation in advance.

Kuwaaaaaaaaa!

A pristine white breath that froze even the air itself bore down upon me. Though the chill hadn’t yet touched my skin, my bones and flesh already felt encased in ice.
No matter how formidable my power, a breath unleashed by an ancient dragon remained perilous.

‘Of course.’

I pressed down on the wavering water with my left foot and shook my head.

‘All I need do is sever it before it reaches me.’

I channeled power into the Heavenly Sword, which had tilted downward. With the blade blazing red once more, I drew it upward across the open sea’s surface, tracing a path toward the sky—straight and soaring.

Window Sky Sword Technique—Window Sky Grand Flame.

Beneath the heavens, all things must diminish. The sword strike, which contained the grandeur of the vast sky itself, pierced through the frigid breath that threatened to freeze the entire world, and severed the throat of the schemer concealed behind it.

Gaaaaaahhhhh!

Azgoros, the leader of the Blue Clan, could not accept his own death, much like Igni Siarpang before him. His eyes widened in shock as he gazed upon me, then his head fell away.

[Impossible… this cannot be…]

Even as death claimed him, Azgoros sighed in disbelief. With ordinary swordsmanship, one might use mana to mend a severed neck, but my blade had transcended such limitations. Even the ancient dragon’s pure mana could not withstand it.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

Azgoros’s corpse plummeted into the sea, and a terrible wave rippled outward in all directions.

“Aah…”
“A-Azgoros, my Lord!”
“Wh-what is this…?”

The three Blue Dragons that Azgoros had summoned trembled, their eyes quivering as they struggled to accept this reality.

“One of those dragons—you handle it.”

Raon gestured with his finger toward Burren, Martha, and Dorian.

“We need to kill the Lord today as well….”

He flicked his finger while observing the position of the sun hanging in the sky.

“Within an hour.”

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