The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1173

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Chapter 1173

“No need to chase him?”

Barthius furrowed his brow, unable to comprehend what I meant.

“Don’t tell me you know where the leader of the Black Clan went?”

Even as he asked, his voice trembled with disbelief.

“Really?”
“Does that even make sense?”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren and the Red Dragon Balashiur both regarded me with equally bewildered expressions.

“Dragons possess the ability to sense the presence of other dragons.”

The White Dragon Busiharabi emerged from the Dimensional Gate and took his place beside me.

“It’s an instinct to avoid other dragons nearby when creating a new Lair. Yet you’ve found the leader of the Black Clan, whom even our senses cannot detect….”

He let out a hollow laugh, muttering that I was a human beyond comprehension the more he looked at me.

“R-Raon Zigheart. You really do know where Trosour is, don’t you? Please, tell me!”

The Black Dragon Dariauran cried out the name of the Black Clan’s leader, Trosour, pleading for me to reveal his location. Unlike the leaders of the other clans, he seemed flustered by the sudden crisis.

“As I mentioned before, my intuition is in particularly good form right now.”

I smiled thinly and rubbed the back of my neck.

“Besides, it’s natural you can’t sense him. The leader of the Black Clan, Trosour, isn’t on this Continent right now.”

I shook my head, explaining that since he was in another world, the dragons’ abilities wouldn’t work.

“What?”

Barthius’s jaw trembled faintly.

“Then surely….”
“Yes.”

I pointed my finger at Barthius, who was protecting the Dimensional Gate key.

“Trosour, the leader of the Black Clan, has hidden his body in another dimension. It seems our movements have been discovered.”

The lingering traces of mana still present in this forest indicated that Trosour’s dimensional shift had occurred not long ago.
He must have sensed the deaths of Igni Siarpang, leader of the Red Clan, and Azgoros, leader of the Blue Clan, before fleeing moments earlier.

“Tch! That cunning bastard!”

Dariauran, also of the Black Clan, slammed his fist down and gnashed his teeth.

“Dariauran.”

Busiharabi, the White Dragon, frowned as he looked at Dariauran.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep a proper watch on Trosour?”

His tone carried a bestial growl as he questioned why Dariauran had lowered his guard.

“I didn’t lower it! That bastard just escaped well!”

Dariauran shook his head vigorously, insisting it wasn’t his fault.

“I set up the spell with such insincere flattery and effort!”

He gnashed his teeth as if he hadn’t anticipated this situation at all.

“Sigh, clearly he couldn’t maintain the act.”

Sirtiren let out a long sigh.

“I knew it would come to this! I told you he couldn’t be trusted.”

Balashiur, the Red Dragon, clicked his tongue long and hard, lamenting the failure.

“Hmm, it doesn’t seem like we’ll fail.”

Unlike the excited Dragons, Burren Zigheart maintained a composed expression as he tended to his blade.

“Right. That man has plenty of composure.”

Martha curled her lips upward as she observed the calm gleam in Raon’s eyes.

“Actually, I’ve rarely seen that person caught off guard.”

Dorian shrugged his shoulders, saying that if Raon crumbled, the world would crumble with him.

“Ah, Raon. My Raon….”

Evelyn’s face flushed crimson as she gazed upon Raon, who remained serene even as the Dragons panicked. She bit her nails, having fallen for him once more.

“Trosour is renowned among the Black Clan for his cunning, yet we underestimated him far too greatly.”

Barthius placed a hand to his forehead as if acknowledging his own error.

“Raon Zigheart, I beseech you. Tell me how to find Trosour.”

He lowered his azure eyes toward Raon, clinging to him as his final hope.

“Since Trosour possesses only one Dimensional Gate key, the Lord hasn’t received word of this yet.”

Barthius pressed his lips together, insisting they must act immediately.

“I don’t know the method.”

I shook my head, my eyes closed.

“What? Then why….”

Barthius swallowed hard, bewildered.

“I don’t know the method, but I can open that Dimension.”

I drew the Heavenly Sword and slowly opened my eyes.

“If you sense a flow similar to the Dimensional Key locked within your soul in the lingering mana that remains in this place.”

From the moment I first entered this forest and felt the disturbance in mana, I had been certain that Trosour, the leader of the Black Clan, had fled to another dimension.
With the twisted mana and dimensional distortions still present now, it seemed I could open the space where he was hiding.

Shhhhhhh!

I raised the Heavenly Sword above my head.

‘I need to cut through space itself.’

While others couldn’t perceive it, I could. The heterogeneous mana flowing differently from this forest meant that Trosour hadn’t completely sealed the dimension he’d fled to.

‘I’ll maintain the flow while severing only the space.’

I drew a deep breath and unleashed the Heavenly Sword.

Raon Zigheart School swordsmanship.
Seventh Form: Void Slash.

A single point wrapped in crimson mana shot forth, tearing through the dimensional rift hidden behind the scattered mana.

Screeeeeech!

The space caught at the tip of the Heavenly Sword split open, and a dimension twisted into pitch darkness as if shrouded in shadow was revealed.

Yet despite the terrifying sword strike fierce enough to tear through dimensions, not a single leaf fell in the forest. It was proof that I had perfectly controlled my power.

“Insane….”

Barthius’s jaw dropped in disbelief.

“Did he just… open a dimension with his sword?”

His lips trembled as he struggled to believe what his eyes had witnessed.

“This isn’t swordsmanship—it’s magic….”

Balashiur, the Red Dragon, peered into the dimensional rift and swallowed hard.

“You’ve lost your mind! He’s a true monster!”

Sirtiren, the Blue Dragon, seemed delighted by the spectacle and chuckled as he raised his hand.

“Thank goodness!”

Dariauran, the Black Dragon, exhaled in relief, grateful that the situation hadn’t spiraled into disaster.

[What… what is this!]

A cry tinged with shock echoed from within the pitch-black Dimension.

Whoooooosh!

The toxic miasma flowing from the Dimension subsided, revealing the figure of Trosour, the patriarch of the Black Clan, who had been concealed behind it.
He was wreathed in poisonous vapor while conjuring a blue spear—a communication spell, it seemed, to alert the Dragon Lord of the intruders.

“That won’t do.”

Evelyn smiled knowingly and clasped her hands together, severing Trosour’s communication spell just before its completion.
As a mage with considerable expertise in surveillance magic, she proved equally adept at disrupting others’ communication spells.

[How… how do you know of this Dimension!]

Trosour attempted to reestablish the communication spell, but Evelyn’s interference prevented it. His massive eyes trembled as he tried to seal the open Dimension.

“Sirtiren! Balashiur!”

At Barthius’s call, Sirtiren and Balashiur wielded natural mana to anchor the Dimension I had torn open with the Heavenly Sword.

[Close!]

Trosour exerted his draconic language with fervor to seal the ruptured Dimension, but Busiharabi and Dariauran intervened, thwarting his magic.

[Dariauran! What are you doing!]

He gnashed his teeth, watching Dariauran hold firm against the Dimensional rift.

“What else? We’re driving out senile old fools who’d destroy the Middle World!”

Dariauran found Trosour and, relieved, clung to the closing Dimensional Gate with all his might.

“Are you Trosour, the leader of the Black Clan?”

I crossed over the Dimensional Gate held by the Dragons and faced Trosour, the leader of the Black Clan.

[Raon Zigheart! So it was you after all!]

Trosour lifted his jaw, which dripped with venom.

[The human who killed Igni Siarpang and Azgoros!]

Trosour, befitting his status as leader of the Black Clan, boasted a size larger than a Castle itself, yet now he appeared no larger at all. Through Wrath’s eyes, which evaluated Dragons as if they were mere lizards scurrying across the Desert, Trosour seemed insignificant.

[I sense unprecedented power. But you have made a grave mistake.]

Trosour wrapped his entire body in pitch-black venom and gnashed his teeth.

[This Dimension is forged from my venom. Any human would melt away!]

He drew a deep breath, as if intent on erasing my very existence.

[Dissolve into poison and perish… Hack!]

Trosour froze rigid just as he was about to unleash his venomous breath.

[Wh-when did the blade—!]

Before he could even comprehend it, he saw the leaf-shaped blade embedded in his throat and trembled violently.

[N-not yet! This alone cannot—!]

Trosour pulled the Neck Wheel Sword free and was about to unleash his venomous breath once more.

Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!

The blue frost sprouted from the tip of the Mokyul Sword, freezing Trosour’s head and the neck where the Dragon Heart was embedded in an instant.

Whoooosh!

A biting chill radiated outward, and the toxins Trosour had prepared sank into the darkness without ever rising.

—This… this can’t be…!

Wrath’s eyes widened as he stared at the frozen Trosour.

‘That’s right.’

I nodded, shaking off the Neck Wheel Sword.

‘I fired the Neck Wheel Sword with the Gentle Breeze, then deployed the Silver Aurora. Once I properly entered the realm of the Heart Sword, the power of all martial techniques skyrocketed exponentially.’

Unlike Wrath, my Silver Aurora lacked the ability to freeze everything in sight.

Yet by understanding human emotion and advancing my Heart Sword mastery, I had generated enough power to freeze an entire dragon solid without even training the Silver Aurora specifically. The force I unleashed was so overwhelming that even I found it absurd.

—Silver Aurora…?

Wrath swallowed hard, staring at Trosour’s head, now pale white with frost.

‘Turned out pretty well, didn’t it?’
—Pretty well?! Don’t you dare call this mere frost the Silver Aurora! It’s still far from sufficient!

Wrath shook his head vigorously, his tone dripping with dissatisfaction.

‘But I froze the dragon just like you wanted.’

Since I couldn’t freeze the dragon’s entire body like Wrath could, I had driven the Neck Wheel Sword into the area where its heart lay and used the Silver Aurora. I couldn’t fathom why he was upset.

—You damnable show-off… No, just shut your mouth!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, insisting I say nothing more.

‘Well, suit yourself.’

I chuckled softly and sheathed both the Heavenly Sword and the Neck Wheel Sword. Wrath was always prone to acting strangely anyway, so I decided to accept him as he was.

“Wait, you froze the leader of the Black Clan with just cold? That’s better than me!”

Sirtiren, the Blue Dragon, let out a hollow laugh, remarking that I seemed more adept at wielding cold energy than he was.

“The more I see you, the more you astound me. Or rather, you’re not human at all—you’re like some kind of Demon Lord.”

Balashiur, the Red Dragon, clenched his fists as competitive fervor surged through him.

“I’m alive…!”

Dariauran, the Black Dragon, wiped his brow as though he’d broken into a cold sweat, then sank to the floor.

“You should know that your neck is still attached thanks to Raon Zigheart.”

Busiharabi, the White Dragon, snorted derisively at Dariauran.

“At least it ended well.”

Barthius patted Dariauran’s shoulder, then approached the frozen Trosour and extended his hand.

Whoooooosh!

From the frozen body of Trosour, a Dimensional Gate key gleaming with golden light rose into the air.

“The final third key, then.”

Barthius pressed his lips together firmly, realizing he could finally open the Dimension leading to the Dragon Lord.

“How long will it take?”

I looked at Barthius and asked how much time it would take to open the Dimension to the Dragon Lord.

“Trosour created this space, and using the Dimensional Gate key to stabilize it will require some time.”

Barthius narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the final Dimensional Gate key.

“Still, I should be able to open the Dimensional Gate by dawn tomorrow.”

He clenched his fists, resolved to exhaust every ounce of his power to open the Dimensional Gate before sunrise.

“Until then, you should rest as well.”

Barthius nodded, acknowledging that the Dragon Lord would require everyone present to combine their strength to defeat him.

“No.”

Raon shook his head firmly.

“I want to fight alone.”

I placed my hand on the Heavenly Sword while gazing at the Dimensional Gate hovering before Barthius’s chest.

“The Lord operates on a different level than the clan leaders! There’s a reason he’s using them as mere errand runners!”

Barthius furrowed his brow as if telling me to come to my senses.

“Barthius is right. I acknowledge your strength, but the Lord is… somewhat different. Actually, vastly different.”

Sirtiren shook his head, insisting that fighting together was the right approach.

“If I find myself losing to the Dragon Lord, I’ll accept your aid. But until then…”

I slowly closed my eyes, then opened them.

“Let me fight alone.”

Above my crimson eyes, not arrogance but confidence blazed as I curved my lips into a smile.

“Because right now, I don’t think I’ll lose to anyone.”

I recalled the bitter enmity with the Dragon Lord that I had accumulated since childhood, and a chilling killing intent rose within me.

“Before the sun rises, show me the corpse of the Continent’s greatest lizard.”

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