The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1177

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Chapter 1177

“Overwhelming….”

The Red Dragon Balashiur’s jaw dropped open.

“Overwhelming the Lord? How is that even possible?”

He trembled as he watched Raon Zigheart pierce through the Dragon Lord’s abdomen, his lips quivering.

“I can’t believe it either.”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren let out a hollow laugh.

“I knew Raon Zigheart was strong, but I never imagined he’d dominate the Lord like this.”

She shook her head as she examined the Dragon Lord’s back, now frozen white with ice.

“He’s a madman….”

The Black Dragon Dariauran clenched his fists so hard that veins bulged visibly.

“He’s crushing the Lord through sheer force! Not a clan leader—the Lord himself!”

He cried out as if in excitement, overwhelmed by Raon’s devastating power.

“Astounding strength.”

The White Dragon Busiharabi swallowed hard.

“I didn’t think he was capable of this much. Was he concealing his power all along?”

He narrowed his eyes, realizing that Raon had been hiding far more strength than he’d initially assessed.

“Haaa….”

Barthius wiped the sweat from his brow and exhaled a heavy breath.

“Our choice was the right one.”

Initially, I had considered seeking out Glen Zigheart, the strongest on the Continent, rather than Raon Zigheart. That would have been the optimal choice for capturing the Lord.

‘But once I learned of the life Raon Zigheart has lived, I changed my mind.’

Raon Zigheart is a man who shattered the systems built by the absolute beings of old and forged his own path.

In a way, he was identical to us—breaking through the Wall erected by the Ancient Dragon and seeking to restore the duties that should have belonged to the Mediator. Considering such parallels, I chose Raon Zigheart.

I felt his power firsthand, but truthfully, there were many concerns.
The leaders of the Elf Clan could surely break him if we combined our strength, but the Lord exists on an entirely different plane.

‘I thought it was dangerous.’

When Raon said he would face the Lord alone, I didn’t truly trust him completely. I was prepared to intervene immediately if he fell behind even slightly, ready to fight alongside the other Dragons.

‘I never anticipated a situation like this….’

Raon appeared to be losing ground at first, but at some point, he began to overwhelm the Dragon Lord.
The sight of a tiny human suppressing the colossal Dragon Lord through sheer individual might was so exhilarating that even my own kind felt a chill run down their spine.
The sight of overwhelming force pinning down the massive Dragon Lord was so refreshing that even members of the same race felt chills run down their spines.

“See it through to the end. Raon Zigheart.”

Barthius now completely trusted Raon and lowered his two hands, which had been gathering mana, downward.

“I knew it would be like this!”

Martha brushed off her palms and crossed her arms.

“If we worry about that guy, we’re the only ones who lose out!”

She nodded as if she had known from the beginning that Raon would overwhelm the Dragon Lord.

“I did believe it too, but…”

Burren Zigheart let out a hollow laugh with his hand still on his sword.

“I never thought he’d push the Lord back like that.”

He tapped his own cheek while watching Raon slice through every spell the Lord hurled at him.

“Ugh…”

Dorian groaned, clutching his head each time Raon’s blade clashed with the Dragon Lord’s magic.

“It… it looks like the Young Lord will win, doesn’t it?”

He whispered, barely managing to lift his gaze.

“Of course!”

Evelyn nodded calmly, as if there was no need for concern.

“Raon never betrays trust.”

She drew a serene smile, as though she understood those words better than anyone.

“Though there is one thing that bothers me slightly.”

Evelyn bit her lip thinly, as if something was nagging at her.

“But that dragon language he’s using…”

Martha furrowed her brow, watching the Dragon Lord push Raon back with draconic words.

“Doesn’t it seem strange?”

She scratched her cheek, unable to shake the feeling that something was off.

“What do you mean, strange?”

Burren Zigheart turned his eyes toward Martha.

“He keeps using only weak words like ‘disappear,’ ‘fall back,’ ‘fly away.’ That’s all.”

Martha repeated the draconic words the Dragon Lord had been using.

“Why can’t he just say ‘die’ from the start and be done with it?”

She tilted her head in confusion, worry etched across her features.

“That’s difficult. Nearly impossible, actually.”

Barthius clicked his tongue briefly.

“Impossible?”

Martha’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting him to answer.

“Dragon Words are not omnipotent. They merely accelerate and amplify magic within the scope of what the Dragon can accomplish through their own power.”

Barthius shook his head, explaining that Dragon Words were far less convenient than they appeared.

“They twist the flow of causality and cannot be used continuously. If they fail, there is backlash. Only because he is a Lord can he even wield Dragon Words of that caliber.”

He noted that any other ancient dragon would lack the ability to use such Dragon Words against Raon.

“Raon Zigheart in his current state is strong enough to threaten a Lord’s life. Should the Lord attempt to use a death curse against him and fail, that backlash would return directly upon the Lord himself.”

Barthius wrinkled his nose, pointing out that the Lord could very well die if his death curse against Raon backfired.

“Ah, I see now.”

Martha nodded, understanding at last.

“Phew! Then we really don’t need to worry!”

Dorian exhaled deeply, relief washing over him.

“And it seems now is the time we should worry about ourselves.”

Barthius let out a short sigh and turned to look behind them.

Whoooooosh!

Dozens of lights were rapidly descending from the sky above the forest that had been silent until now.

“That’s….”

Burren Zigheart narrowed his eyes as he observed the clusters of light.

“Dragons. It seems the Dragon Lord sent out a distress call the moment he regained consciousness.”

Barthius nodded, confirming that all those dragons were flying here to rescue the Dragon Lord.

“I blocked their teleportation magic, so they had to fly here directly instead.”

He curved his lips upward, satisfied that he’d at least bought them some time.

“I hope this is the last time I have to fight my own kin.”

Sirtiren, the Blue Dragon, reverted to his true form and exhaled a deep sigh.

“I wouldn’t mind fighting my brethren, though.”

Balashiur, the Red Dragon, clashed his fists together and grinned with bloodlust gleaming in his eyes.

“Barbaric creatures, as expected.”

Dariauran, the Black Dragon, manifested in his true form, his words belying the thick venom he exuded.

“Those who wish to fight will fight, and those who don’t won’t. For now, we must think only of the dragons’ future.”

Busiharabi, the White Dragon, spread his massive wings while exhaling white breath.

“I’m fine with that, but I would’ve liked to fight more!”

Martha drew her sword, having never expected an opportunity to fight dragons would come so soon.

“Calm yourself. Raon can’t help us right now anyway.”

Burren Zigheart lowered his hand, telling her to rein in her excitement.

“You’ll back me up if I make a move, won’t you?”

Martha curved her lips upward, her expression radiating trust.

“That’s true.”

Burren Zigheart nodded with confidence.

“Seriously… why is my life always like this?”

Dorian raised his sword while grimacing at the Dragons drawing ever closer.

“If the Lord were to use a death curse on Raon…”

Evelyn narrowed her eyes slightly, focusing not on the approaching Dragons but on Raon.

“It would mean he’s confident he can kill him.”

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Shing!

Raon severed the Dragon Lord’s magic with Manhwagong’s Heavenly Rotation, then struck his abdomen.

Boom!

The Dragon Lord blocked the blade with a mana barrier, but the tremendous impact sent him crashing to the floor of the Black Dimension. His massive body convulsed from the collision, blood erupting from the wounds across his entire frame.
The massive body shuddered once more as blood gushed from the wounds covering its entire form.

“You’re holding up well.”

Raon circled behind the Dragon Lord, who was spreading his wings, while drawing a cold smile.

You bastard!

The Dragon Lord summoned dozens of walls of light. He appeared to be stacking the walls one after another to confine himself, then crush them.

Ching!

I deployed the Divine Blade’s Thirty-Six Celestial Formations to shatter the rapidly approaching curtain of light, then drove the Demonic Blade’s Crimson Point directly forward.
A single scarlet dot—the azure blade shot forth with perfect precision—pierced through the Dragon Lord’s chest.

Screeeeeeeech!

The Dragon Lord’s chest split open, and crimson blood gushed forth in violent spurts. The wound, frozen solid by pristine frost, could not even begin to heal.

[Roooaaarrr!]

Maddened by yet another wound, the Dragon Lord whipped his mana-wrapped tail down toward my head.

“Now you’re finally fighting like the beast you are.”

I twisted my lips into a smirk and raised both the Divine Blade and Demonic Blade simultaneously. The Radiant Sword Technique and Frost Wind Sword Formation clashed violently upward, meeting the Dragon Lord’s tail in a fierce collision.

Boom!

The Divine Blade wreathed in flames and the Demonic Blade sheathed in frost pushed back the Dragon Lord’s far more massive tail through sheer force, hurling him against the wall and driving him into the ground.

-Excellent!

Wrath let out an exclamation of admiration as he watched the Dragon Lord embedded in the tilted earth.

-It was like watching toothpicks shatter a building’s pillar!

He nodded vigorously, remarking that the boy was performing far better than expected.

“Is that so….”

I exhaled white breath, my hands holding the Divine Blade and Demonic Blade trembling slightly.

-Hmm….

Wrath stroked his chin thoughtfully.

-He’s grown stronger than before, that much is certain. But his stamina still falls short.

He smacked his lips, having instantly assessed my condition.

‘As expected of the Demon Lord. Precise.’

I let out a soft chuckle, gazing down at my trembling hands.

‘I’m nearly at my limit.’

Wrath’s Manifestation granted me immense power by wreathing my entire body in rage, but the cost was equally steep—my stamina and mental fortitude drained at an alarming rate.

Though I had grown stronger and could now channel far more stamina and mental energy than before, the surge of wrath that came with it was equally proportional, leaving my endurance still insufficient.

-I need to grow further.

Wrath scoffed, as if to say I still had a long way to go.

‘That’s right. I’m far from ready. But….’

I poured more strength into the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword.

‘I must finish that lizard with my own hands.’

It was true that I had expended nearly all my power by opening Wrath in the Sword Realm, but I could still move. The Dragon Lord had been driven to the brink of death—now was the moment to end this decisively.

‘Kill it quickly, then clean up the rest.’

All the former Dragons were pouring into this place to save the Dragon Lord. I had to dispatch him as swiftly as possible and then
aid those fighting behind me.

“Haaaaah….”

I opened the rank of my soul once more to replenish the wrath that was gradually fading.

Roooooooar!

I summoned the authority of the other Demon Lords that lay dormant in the depths beneath even Wrath, letting it consume my entire being.

Kuuuuuuuung!

Time slowed once more. No—it felt as though time itself had stopped. A sense of omnipotence flooded my mind, as if I could command the very world.

‘I can’t hold out much longer.’

My body and mind were already pushed to their limits, and now I was adding even more strain. I had to kill the Dragon Lord here and now.

“With this….”

Raon Zigheart kicked off against empty air and charged toward the Dragon Lord. Moving at a speed that even light and sound could not follow, I brought down both the Divine Sword and the Demonic Sword.

“It’s over.”

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Whoooooosh!

The Dragon Lord sensed Raon Zigheart’s presence arriving without warning or sound, and swallowed hard. He felt the two razor-sharp blades boring toward his throat.

‘This is dangerous!’

His instincts honed over nearly ten thousand years screamed the truth—if he took this attack head-on, his body would be completely torn apart.

‘I can’t block it.’

Preparing magic to defend against those blades would require at least one breath, but Raon Zigheart was far too swift to allow even that. All I could envision was the inevitable moment when his blades would pierce through my flesh.
All he could see clearly was the blade piercing through his own flesh.

‘There must be a way….’

Only one?

There existed only a single method for me to survive. Yet even that strategy was far from perfect. One misstep and it would become suicide.

‘What on earth should I do….’
[….]
‘Ah!’

The Dragon Lord felt the sensation of cold steel tearing through flesh as he recalled what he had forgotten. No—the “warm voice” had reminded him of the part he had completely overlooked.

‘Absolute Authority Magic!’

The absolute spell he had prepared to slaughter every human still lingered in this dimension.

‘Control will be difficult, but there’s no choice!’

The Dragon Lord fixed his gaze upon Raon Zigheart’s crimson eyes and unsealed the absolute authority magic he had spent eons preparing.

[Raon Zigheart!]

He channeled absolute magic into his draconic utterance and spoke those most perilous words into existence.

[Die!]

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