The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1172

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Chapter 1172
Shhhhk.
Raon sheathed the Heavenly Sword and closed his eyes.
‘Just as I expected.’
I could have killed Igni Siarpang, the leader of the Red Clan, with a surprise attack, but I chose to receive all of Azgoros’s magic and breath before finishing him. Yet nothing had truly changed in the outcome.
My current strength had reached a level where I could slay even the leaders of the Dragons—the supreme race of the mortal realm—with a single strike. Beyond mere realm advancement, my raw power itself had grown terrifyingly.
‘Actually, that wasn’t even my full strength.’
I had drawn my sword with all the power I possessed, but I still had the Sword Realm. If I opened the Sword Realm Divine Demon Harmony Formation to amplify my strength further, I could unfold my swordsmanship at an even higher level than now.
-Hmph!
Wrath snorted derisively.
-Marveling at slaying a mere lizard? That’s precisely why you remain a whelp!
He shook his head, insisting I still had far to go.
-It matters not how you kill such lizards, but rather the manner in which you kill them!
Wrath smacked his lips, saying that the truly strong possessed an entirely different way of thinking.
‘The manner in which I kill them?’
I tilted my head, looking at Wrath.
-Indeed! Severing the neck as you did is adequate, but crushing the organs or freezing them would be superior methods. That way….
Wrath narrowed his eyes as if imparting wisdom on the best ways to slay dragons.
-The meat becomes far more tender when consumed!
‘Sigh….’
I opened my eyes and exhaled a heavy breath.
‘I had a faint hope, but it was inevitable.’
I thought perhaps some useful advice might come, but it was only talk of eating again. By now, this glutton’s complaints had grown tiresome.
‘Well, still….’
I smiled as I watched Wrath mutter about how delicious Azgoros’s corpse looked while examining it.
‘He speaks this way because he trusts me.’
Wrath wasn’t always joking. In dangerous moments, he became more serious than anyone, so I could say I had grown strong enough to dispel his anxieties.
-No! The True Demon King speaks in earnest!
Wrath scoffed, insisting otherwise.
‘Of course you do.’
I closed my eyes again and contemplated the refinements needed for the Window Heaven Sword I had unleashed at the end.
“Ha! If you’re going to show us something like that, we have no choice but to try it ourselves!”
Martha drew her aura to its maximum, as if she too intended to hunt a dragon.
“Let’s go right now!”
She stepped forward eagerly, unable to wait any longer.
“The three of us against one?”
Burren Zigheart bit his lip in excitement after witnessing my sword technique.
“That’s hardly a difficult order to follow.”
He nodded, affirming that those were conditions favorable enough to secure victory.
“I… I’m still scared, though…”
Dorian trembled with fear despite having witnessed Raon overwhelm and kill Azgoros, the leader of the Blue Clan. Yet contrary to his words, he stood beside Burren Zigheart and Martha, raising his sword.
“B-but who will face the remaining two dragons?”
Dorian’s eyes darted nervously, questioning how they would handle the two remaining dragons.
“I cannot.”
Barthius shook his head, extending his hand toward Azgoros’s corpse.
“I must extract the dimensional key and stabilize it.”
He closed his eyes, explaining that he needed to expel the dimensional key from Azgoros and therefore could not assist.
“I’ll take care of that one.”
Sirtiren pointed to Sapiren, the Blue Dragon she had been arguing with before Azgoros appeared.
“We have unfinished business.”
She brushed her hands together, determined to settle their past grievances once and for all.
“Hey, Sapiren. Let’s play with me.”
Sirtiren erupted in azure light, returning to her true form. While not quite as massive as Azgoros, her blue scales shimmered with an ethereal beauty as she exhaled her icy breath.
“Damn it!”
Sapiren cursed, releasing her human form. Her body resembled Sirtiren’s, but the mana radiating from her was considerably weaker.
Kuguguguguguguguugu!
The Blue Dragons plunged into the sea, their domain, and began a fierce battle. Even from the depths of the open sea where magic and flesh collided, the tremors reached the surface.
“S-so will the Lord help with the last remaining dragon?”
Dorian turned back, his tone pleading for assistance.
“No.”
But I simply folded my arms and stepped back without hesitation.
“W-well then, couldn’t the other dragons maintaining the barrier help us…?”
Dorian turned his gaze to Barthius, his eyes glistening with desperation.
“I’m sorry, but the others cannot move either.”
Barthius shook his head, his eyes half-closed.
“If we lower the barrier, the remaining dragons might escape.”
He closed his eyes again, explaining that he could not dismantle the barrier until these three dragons were dead and the area was secured.
“U-ugh…”
Dorian’s jaw trembled as he looked around desperately.
“Should I take one?”
It was Evelyn. She stepped beside Dorian with a sly smile.
“What? Yes! Please do!”
Dorian jumped at the sight of Evelyn, clasping his hands together as if she were a miracle—far more reliable than Raon, who was beyond control.
“Ah, no.”
Evelyn shook her head, placing a hand over her lips.
“You two handle one dragon, and we two will take the other.”
She curled her crimson lips, proposing that Martha and Burren Zigheart face one dragon while she and Dorian handled the remaining one.
“I dislike that human, but that proposal isn’t bad.”
Martha nodded calmly in agreement.
“That does seem like the better approach. If all three move simultaneously, we might end up crossing paths while evading magic.”
Burren Zigheart nodded in agreement with Evelyn’s assessment, his blade shifting slightly.
“Eh…?”
Unlike Burren and Martha, Dorian’s jaw trembled as he struggled to accept Evelyn’s opinion.
“These wretched insects!”
“What do you take us for!”
The Blue Dragons, initially stunned by Azgoros’s death, grew enraged at being treated like mere inferior monsters by these humans and revealed their true forms.
Kuguguguguguuu!
Smaller than Barthius and Sirtiren, yet clearly reaching the realm of mature dragons, the two Blue Dragons unleashed terrifying energy waves that freely commanded the sea.
“Let’s begin!”
Martha roared with excitement and charged at the Blue Dragon with the scarred horn.
“Sigh, at least coordinate with me.”
Burren sighed but advanced with precise footwork, positioning himself to support Martha.
[Die!]
The Blue Dragon with the scarred horn unleashed dozens of ice spears. The mana infused in the frigid lances was so intense that even a Grand Master would find them formidable—high-tier magic not to be taken lightly.
“I’ll take this.”
Burren stepped forward ahead of Martha and extended his blade. Where his former self would have calmly deflected only the approaching spears, he now exhaled furious breath and simply shattered every ice lance before him.
“Well done!”
Martha advanced through the path Burren had carved with his sword and brought her blade down in a sweeping arc. Her stance remained unchanged from before entering the Training Ground.
Yet her brown-gleaming sword now carried a tremendous weight and pressure that hadn’t existed before.
Craaaaaack!
Martha’s weighty slash pierced through the Blue Dragon’s scales and completely shattered its leg.
[Kwooooooo!]
The Blue Dragon with the scarred horn shrieked in agony and unleashed high-tier magic indiscriminately at Burren and Martha.
Kuguguguguuu!
Yet Burren’s iron-clad defense remained impenetrable. He severed every single spell that approached, leaving none for Martha to worry about so she could focus entirely on her assault.
Szzzzzzzt!
Martha, supported by Burren, concentrated solely on attacking. Her ferociously savage slashes pierced through the Blue Dragon’s defensive magic and inflicted fatal wounds upon it.
[P-please, stop!]
The Blue Dragon with the scarred horn attempted to retreat into the sea to buy time, but Burren and Martha gave it no such opportunity. They targeted its neck and heart, completely cutting off any possibility of escape.
-Not bad at all.
Wrath nodded approvingly as he observed Burren and Martha’s combat.
-That lizard is no hatchling, yet they’re completely overwhelming it by dividing offense and defense.
‘Preventing it from entering the sea and stopping it from using its breath—that’s wise.’
I narrowed my eyes to slits in agreement with Wrath’s assessment.
‘Right now, the only real threat to those two is its breath attack.’
With Burren and Martha as they are now, breaking through a mature dragon’s magic is no difficult task. If they prevent the dragon from entering the sea and control its breath, victory should come without struggle.
‘And besides…’
I smiled faintly as I observed the brilliant aura shimmering from Burren’s blade.
‘Things are about to get even more interesting.’
The aura of the Sword Realm emanating from Burren Zigheart’s blade had grown even more pronounced. It truly seemed as though I would witness the manifestation of his Sword Realm very soon.
‘Then what about the other side….’
I shifted my gaze away from my own concerns and turned my attention toward the battle between Evelyn and Dorian.
“What…?”
My mouth fell open at the sight before me—something I had never anticipated.
Kuguguguguguguuu!
The Blue Dragon, now in its true form, stood frozen as though bound by invisible chains, while Evelyn faced it with her palm spread wide open.
“How is it? It’s a mana control spell I just developed. If the target’s internal mana is weaker than mine, even a Transcendent would be helpless. I could even rupture them from the inside.”
Evelyn smiled wickedly, explaining that she had grasped the Blue Dragon’s Dragon Heart with her newly developed magic.
[Grrrrgh!]
The Blue Dragon could do nothing at all, like a kitten held by the scruff of its neck by its mother—it merely gasped for breath.
“Now then, finish it.”
Evelyn tilted her chin toward Dorian, commanding him to sever the Blue Dragon’s neck.
“Cut slightly above where the Dragon Heart is located, and that should do it.”
“Ah….”
Dorian trembled visibly, his hand shaking as he gripped his sword—he seemed far more terrified of Evelyn’s casual demeanor than of the dragon itself.
“Ah….”
-Hah….
Wrath and I exhaled roughly, finding ourselves sympathizing with the dragon’s pitiful predicament.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
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Whoooooosh!
In the end, the two remaining Blue Dragons died with their Dragon Hearts torn from their chests, and Sirtiren emerged from the sea carrying Sapiren’s corpse onto the island.
“Ugh…”
Dorian’s lips trembled as though he still couldn’t regain his composure, yet he stuffed the bodies of Azgoros and three other dragons into his spatial pouch.
“What exactly is that pouch?”
Sirtiren exhaled in disbelief, watching Dorian’s pouch still have room to spare despite containing five dragons—two of them ancient dragons larger than entire castles.
“I’ve stabilized the second key as well.”
Barthius placed his hand over his chest and nodded.
“Are you truly planning to finish everything today?”
He glanced upward at the sun, which still seemed far from setting.
“Of course.”
I placed my hand on the Heavenly Sword and looked toward Barthius.
“As you know, the Dragon Lord is a cunning creature. We must move before he catches on.”
I clenched my jaw, asserting that I still had plenty of strength remaining.
“I’m fortunate you chose us. Or rather, you chose us.”
Barthius smiled faintly and clasped his hands together.
“Next is the forest where the leader of the Black Clan resides.”
As he spread his hands, a golden dimension opened once more.
Whoooooosh!
I no longer questioned and simply stepped into the dimension Barthius had opened.
Whoooooosh!
True to Barthius’s word, the dwelling of the Black Clan’s leader was a vast forest. The dense thickets and towering trees blocked out the sunlight, casting everything in twilight gloom.
“Hmm?”
I tilted my chin slightly.
‘Where is the leader of the Black Clan?’
Unlike the other locations, I sensed no dragon presence here. Or rather, I could sense that a dragon had existed, but I couldn’t determine where it was.
“This is…”
Barthius also furrowed his brow, sensing the same thing.
“The leader of the Black Clan appears to have vanished.”
His fingertips trembled as he spoke of the Black Clan’s leader, who should undoubtedly be in this forest, no longer existing.
“Dariauran!”
The Red Dragon Balashiur turned to Dariauran and shouted.
“I, I don’t know either. Where did this bastard go…”
Dariauran of the Black Clan furrowed his brow, clearly learning of this for the first time.
“Everything’s ruined.”
The White Dragon Busiharabi sighed as though he’d expected this.
“There’s no need to panic.”
I shook my head calmly.
“He may have fled, but he couldn’t have gone far.”
He seemed to sense something even the Dragons couldn’t detect, narrowing his eyes as he gazed deeper into the Forest.
“There’s no need to chase after them at all.”

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