The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 983

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Chapter 983

“The sensation of severing a breath attack isn’t half bad.”

I gazed at the frost fragments scattering across the sky and nodded with satisfaction.

[Krrrrgh….]

Desiuros trembled, his pupils widening in shock—he had never imagined his breath attack would shatter while frozen solid.

‘As expected….’

I observed the panic in Desiuros’s eyes and drew a thin smile.

‘Desiuros is weaker than Kaibar.’

Though Desiuros’s breath of flame possessed devastating firepower capable of obliterating this entire region, it wasn’t enough to pierce my blade.

Just as transcendents of the same rank differed in their tiers, ancient dragons too seemed to vary in power according to the centuries they had lived.

-You opened the Sword Realm and went all out, yet you still boast!

Wrath furrowed his brow, telling me not to be arrogant.

‘Of course I had to use my full power.’

I tilted my divine blade and checked on the hostages behind me.

‘If I blocked carelessly and the people behind me got hurt, that would be a problem.’

Perhaps I could have severed Desiuros’s breath of flame without using my full strength, but since I needed to protect the hostages from the heat, I unleashed everything from the start.

By combining frost and fury into my sword strike, I was able to perfectly freeze and shatter the breath of flame.

-Well, fire tastes best when it’s frozen!

Wrath nodded with satisfaction, pleased that his chill had frozen the dragon’s breath attack.

-That lizard’s expression is delightful! The liver appears to be of excellent quality.

He licked his lips, saying the flustered Desiuros looked appetizing. He was truly insane.

“Am I… actually alive?”
“He severed the breath itself….”
“Is this even possible…?”
“No, what kind of person cuts through flames!”

The people behind him couldn’t believe they were still alive, staring blankly at the frost-laden sky.

“That was no ordinary sword energy….”
“A transcendent. And the scent of properly honed sword force at that.”
“How is he wielding transcendent sword energy at such a young age….”

The Dwarves’ eyes sparkled as if enchanted by Raon’s swordsmanship, which had perfectly cleaved the breath of flames. Even in such a dire situation, they reacted this way—truly, they were the race of iron and fire for good reason.

“Didn’t I tell you!”

Latiru waved his hands, covered in burn marks, with excitement.

“Borgos would never have simply let them go!”

He nodded confidently, believing without a shred of doubt.

“That guy is truly insane….”

Martha let out a hollow laugh, as if at a loss for words.

“He didn’t just sever the breath—he froze it and then shattered it. Is that even possible?”

Though she had observed Raon for a long time, she shook her head, unaware that he could freeze and shatter a breath.

“He must have taken measures to prevent the hostages from being harmed by the heat.”

Burren nodded, seeming to understand Raon’s intention in freezing the breath.

“Of course, the power that made it possible is astounding….”

He exhaled a hollow breath, muttering that it was an incomprehensible display of power.

“Frost… I like it.”

Lunan Slion’s cheeks flushed with delight as he raised both hands, savoring the azure chill that filled the surroundings.

“Seeing the Sovereign’s blade gives me courage.”
“Right. If the Sovereign just blocks the dragon’s fiery breath, we should be able to fight.”
“Let’s go all the way today.”
“We’ll become Dragon Slayers here.”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall drew courage from Raon’s blade and steeled their resolve to fight Desiuros.

Goooooooo!

The swordsmen’s momentum surged skyward as a wind wrapped in verdant light erupted above the Gwangpung formation.

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[This… this is impossible.]

Desiuros swallowed hard as he watched his fiery breath shatter into fragments of ice. His massive body trembled, and the fire-attribute mana that had been concentrating around him dispersed like mist.

[Impossible!]

He had anticipated that his breath might be blocked, sensing an uncanny presence from the golden-haired, crimson-eyed human.

But he never imagined that instead of merely blocking the breath, the human would cleave it apart entirely and shatter it while trapping heat more vicious than molten lava within ice.

In thousands of years of existence, he had never experienced such bewilderment. His hair seemed to turn white, and his heart raced as if it might burst from his chest.

‘Dangerous. That human is dangerous.’

The golden-haired, crimson-eyed human had destroyed his breath using only his raw power, without invoking any special ability. That meant he possessed the capability to sever his neck at any moment.

‘Wait a moment….’

Blonde hair and red eyes?

I recalled when Lod had come to me not long ago to prepare for war with humans, he had warned me to be careful of the swordsman with blonde hair and red eyes.

‘He definitely said the man was old….’

Lod had said the old man wouldn’t be surprising even if he died tomorrow, so I hadn’t paid much attention. But I never expected this outcome. All the humans with blonde hair and red eyes seemed to be threats.

‘It would be best to retreat from here.’

Lod’s warning weighed on my mind, and since I couldn’t predict the combat power of this blonde-haired, red-eyed human, my priority was to escape this place first.

[Don’t grow arrogant just because you blocked a breath of flame!]

Desiuros forcibly gathered the dispersing mana.

[I still have magic beyond breath attacks!]

I chanted the dragon tongue and unleashed a blood-red lightning bolt toward the ground. A transcendent spell—the Wrath of Heaven.

Kuwaaaaaaaaa!

Desiuros spun his body amid the violent cascade of lightning bolts.

‘It’s not perfect, but it should buy me time.’

Magic normally loses its power when one’s mental focus wavers, but since my goal now wasn’t to kill them but to buy time, this state was sufficient.

‘First, I’ll distance myself and then use spatial displacement….’

Just as Desiuros spread his wings to soar higher into the sky.

Shwaaaaaaack!

A blade rose silently, flashing crimson as it rushed toward my throat.

[Block it!]

Desiuros chanted a dragon spell in desperation, but the golden-flamed blade pierced through the thick magical defense and severed both of his wings.

Shwooooooosh!

With a chilling sound of air being torn, the crimson wings that had stretched across the sky fell away, replaced by a torrent of scarlet blood.

Boom!

Desiuros, unable to regain his senses from the agony of his severed wings and unable to cast flight magic, plummeted into the frozen desert below. The incomprehensible weight sent waves of sand spraying in all directions.

[Ugh…]

Desiuros opened his eyes, releasing a pained groan.

[This… human…]

Before him stood a golden-haired, crimson-eyed human in a composed stance. Without even feeling it, the human had unleashed a blade that pierced his defenses and severed both wings—a display of power that defied comprehension. He felt genuine fear.

“That’s right. You’d only be a lizard if you escaped from here.”

I looked down at Desiuros and tilted my chin slightly.

“But I’ve experienced your treachery far too many times to let you flee.”

Despite all their boasting about being the strongest race on earth and the world’s arbiters, dragons were no different from lizards that shed their tails and fled when faced with danger.

“You have only two ways to leave this place.”

I raised my finger and pointed toward the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“Kill them, or die by their hands.”

I gave Desiuros his warning and turned my gaze toward the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“The same goes for you. Fight and win.”

I stepped back, signaling that I would not intervene further.

[Does that mean…]

Desiuros slowly raised his massive body.

[Does this mean you’ll let me go if I kill these humans?]
“You catch on quickly.”

I smiled as I watched Desiuros’s eyes burn with a crimson flame.

“Just don’t use your breath, and don’t think about running away in the middle of it.”

I nodded, saying that if he agreed to those terms, I would keep my promise.

[Good….]

Desiuros clenched his teeth as blood dripped from them, rising to his full towering height. He looked down upon the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen with a chilling murderous intent.

[Don’t regret this!]

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“That madman really sold us out in the end.”

Martha let out a hollow laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“It means he trusts us. Let’s take it in a positive light.”

Burren nodded, saying this was probably Raon’s test.

“We can do it….”

Lunan blinked, saying he could definitely do it just like when they started this mission.

“Why are you so confident today? Did you eat something bad?”

Martha raised her eyebrows with curiosity.

“Because we can.”

Lunan Slion clenched his fist not merely to steel his resolve, but as if he already foresaw victory. There was something almost prophetic in his gaze.

“Y-yes! Let’s give it a shot!”

Crain raised his sword with a battle cry, declaring they would fight to the death.

“Uuugh….”

Dorian gripped his sword with both hands, tears streaming down his face like raindrops.

“What fortune to have joined Gwangpung Hall. To face a Dragon—an ancient one at that—in a life-or-death struggle.”

Trevin savored the moment, recognizing this as an opportunity for tremendous growth.

“That’s one of the finest aspects of Gwangpung Hall.”

Mark Goeten bowed his head in welcome, expressing his joy at their return.

[You have no escape left!]

Desiuros furrowed his brow and lowered his bleeding hand. Flames erupted from his palm like silk ribbons, cascading down upon the roof of Gwangpung Hall.

“It’s too late to evade! Focus on defense!”

At Burren Zigheart’s command, the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall shifted inward, compressing their aura. The aura blooming from their blades transformed into a blue-tinted barrier, colliding with the torrent of flames unleashed by Desiuros.

Boom!

Where flame and aura met, violet sparks erupted, followed by successive shockwaves of tremendous force.

“Hmm….”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched the flame and aura clash fiercely against each other.

“The power isn’t inferior.”

Desiuros’s swordsmen, strengthened by his 9th Circle magic and sword techniques, possessed nearly equivalent power. It meant that as long as Desiuros did not use transcendent-grade magic and breath of flames, they would not be pushed back.

‘If I assume he can’t use his breath, then I just need to block transcendent-level magic.’

To block that, I need to…

I turned my gaze toward Gwangpung Hall, contemplating the answer to how I could capture Desiuros.

“We can’t give him time!”

Burren Zigheart wrinkled the bridge of his nose and stamped his foot.

“Go in immediately!”

He moved toward the center of the Sword Realm, insisting they had to press forward without giving him a moment to breathe.

“I know!”

Martha, the assault unit commander of Gwangpung Hall, surged forward from the Battlefield before Burren Zigheart could even finish his command.

Shing!

As if prepared to die, she disregarded defense entirely and thrust her blade into Desiuros’s torso.

Splurt!

Martha’s weighty blade pierced through Desiuros’s scales, carving away a thick chunk of his flesh.

[You, you wretch!]

Desiuros narrowed his eyes and unleashed a torrent of razor-sharp flames toward Martha.

Shing!

Just before Martha’s body could be skewered, a wall of frost erupted, blocking Desiuros’s inferno.

“Saved you…”

It was Lunan Slion. She nodded calmly, as if she had known this would happen.

“Don’t bother thanking me!”

Martha advanced forward again, as if she had faith that Lunan would come through, and sliced away at Desiuros’s scales.

“I didn’t even expect it….”

Lunan followed behind Martha, extinguishing every spark that fell. Unlike when they fought like enemies, the two moved in perfect synchronization, their offense and defense meshing like sisters.

[KRAAAAAAGH!]

Desiuros shrieked in agony, unleashing a torrent of searing blue flames.

“Fall back….”

Lunan realized this was magic he couldn’t block alone, so he grabbed Martha by the nape of her neck and retreated with her.

“Burren, the Undefeated!”

The moment Martha and Lunan returned, Burren condensed the aura of his sword technique and split the cascading cyan flames like a waterfall.

[Vermin!]

Desiuros, genuinely enraged, unleashed dragon-tongue magic and ninth-circle spells in succession. He seemed intent on forcing them back to buy himself time.

“We can block this! Press forward!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen realized they couldn’t afford to give Desiuros any respite, so they slashed through the spells and advanced.

KWAAAAAAGH!

Blade and magic. The direct confrontation between dragon and swordsmen continued endlessly. Desiuros shrieked as his scales were torn away by the force of their strikes, while the swordsmen, their skin seared by the heat, stifled their groans and swung their blades.

The fierce exchange between Desiuros and the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen persisted. In the relentless clash where there was no moment to breathe, it was the mightiest race on earth whose patience shattered first.

[I… will kill you all!]

Desiuros roared in fury and summoned a blood-red flame before his chest. The heat radiating from the black fire caused the very air around it to warp and distort.

“Black flames….”
“T-transcendent-grade magic?”
“Could it be from Hell itself….”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall swallowed hard, feeling the scorching heat radiating from the black flames.

“It’s all bluster!”

Burren Zigheart roared with a cry no less fierce than Desiuros’s own, lifting his head defiantly.

“Even an ancient dragon needs preparation time to cast transcendent-grade magic!”

He continued shouting that they must press forward, raising his sword.

“Right. A creature with a shattered mind can’t cast transcendent-grade magic instantly! Follow me!”

Martha showed no fear at the sight of the black flames and surged forward even faster, driving her blade into Desiuros.

“We have the advantage….”

Lunan Slion also recognized this was their opportunity and severed Desiuros’s ankle with a sword that bloomed with frost flowers.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The moment Martha and Lunan Slion broke through Desiuros’s defense, the swordsmen behind them found their footing.

“Go!”
“Thrust!”
“Damn it!”

Following Mark Goeten’s command, Crain and Dorian took the lead, driving their aura blades forward.

Pshhhhhhhh!

Dozens of aura blades unleashed by the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen tore through Desiuros’s body. Blood poured from his form like a broken dam.

[Insignificant insects!]

Unable to endure any longer, Desiuros unleashed an incomplete transcendent-grade spell.

“Not so fast!”

Trevin, as if he had been waiting for this moment, gathered all the power of his sword formation and redirected the black flames Desiuros unleashed toward the desert behind them.

KWUAAAAAAAAAANG!

Even though it remained incomplete, the transcendent-grade magic was magic nonetheless—the black flames spread across the entire desert behind him, melting the sand itself.

‘Not bad at all.’

I watched the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen pressing Desiuros relentlessly, and I smacked my lips with satisfaction.

‘A strategy that denies him time is excellent, and their patience is remarkable.’

The only way for Gwangpung Hall to achieve victory was to rob Desiuros of time, and the swordsmen clung to him like leeches, executing the strategy flawlessly.

‘They’ve all grown.’

Burren Zigheart had become composed enough to live up to his title as vice-commander, Martha’s courage and charging power were unrivaled on the Continent, and Lunan Slion coordinated the attacks with his expanded perspective, ensuring no one suffered severe injuries.

Dorian stood at the front, tears streaming down his face, blocking Desiuros’s magic, while Crain trusted in him and pressed forward, driving his blade deep.

Mark Goeten, Trevin, and the other inspectors likewise seemed to have grown through this battle, perfectly fulfilling their respective roles.

-They’ve all grown up well.

Wrath sniffled, pride evident in his voice.

‘Right. Now they’re worth watching.’

I nodded in agreement.

[KRAAAAAAAH!]

Desiuros shrieked and shook his body. With so many blade wounds covering him, blood poured down like rain around him.

[Enough of this! I’ll kill you all!]

He had forgotten his promise with me, his eyes rolling back as he opened his massive maw wide.

GUGUGUGUGU!

From deep within Desiuros’s throat, lava-like flames began to coalesce in a circular pattern.

‘Breath of Flame.’

The creature couldn’t concentrate its mind, so it seemed to be abandoning transcendent magic and unleashing its breath instead.

-What are you doing!

Wrath waved his hands frantically.

-Stop it at once! The children will perish!
‘Wait.’

I held back the thrashing Wrath and observed the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

‘Those bastards want to give it a try.’

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen didn’t wait for me and instead strengthened their sword energy, raising their blades as if ready to fight directly. Their eyes blazed with the desire to fight to the bitter end.

‘Fine. Give it your best shot.’

If it were the same Breath of Flame as before, Gwangpung Hall would be annihilated, but the current Desiuros was struggling to use its breath properly.

If the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen steeled their resolve and focused on their sword energy, it seemed they might be able to block it.

Kuwaaaaaaaaaaah!

Due to pain and urgency, Desiuros couldn’t draw out the full Breath of Flame and instead condensed only half of it before unleashing it toward the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“Gale Wind Sword Formation!”

At Burren’s cry, the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen simultaneously thrust their blades forward. Auras of various colors merged into one, radiating a deep blue light.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

The Breath of Flame and the pinnacle of the Gale Wind Sword Formation collided, and a tremendous shockwave erupted in all directions. Sand scattered, and the black flames burning behind them began to fade.

Kugugugu!

However, as they were pushed back by the overwhelming force, the faces of the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen hardened, and cold sweat began to drip from their foreheads.

[It’s over!]

Desiuros let out a primal roar, no longer concerned with anything else, and unleashed an even denser torrent of fiery breath.

“Hold firm!”
“Trust in the path we’ve walked alongside Raon!”
“We can do this too….”

At the cries of Burren, Martha, and Lunan, the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall drew forth their final reserves of strength and pressed forward.

Whoooosh!

The moment the swordsmen’s spirits and hearts became one blade, a longed-for green wind swept across them, honing all their power into a single sword.

Gwangpung Sword Formation Ultimate Technique.
Gwanghyeon Wind Slash.

The true ultimate of the Gwangpung Sword Formation created by Rimer and Raon was unleashed alongside the green wind, cleaving through Desiuros’s fiery breath and carving a deep wound across his neck.

[Grrrrgh….]

Desiuros trembled violently across his entire body, unable even to scream as he had before. A dragon’s reverse scale—normally he would have thrashed about desperately, but he had little strength remaining.

“Now!”
“Forward!”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall, despite bearing bright red burns from the breath, did not retreat and drove their azure blades into Desiuros.

Shhhhhhh!

Aura and energy poured down like rain, tearing through the dragon’s impossibly thick scales and rending his flesh and bone.

Uuuuuuuugh!

Desiuros realized he had no chance of victory and gathered his remaining strength to prepare a spatial displacement spell.

[I… must… escape….]

As he attempted to shift through space using draconic magic, a heavy and frigid blade pierced deep into his mouth.

[Krhkh—gulp!]

Desiuros’s draconic incantation shattered as a tearing scream erupted from his throat.

“Where do you think you’re running?”
“We see everything.”

Martha and Lunan Slion, having anticipated Raon’s move, twisted the blade lodged in Desiuros’s mouth.

“Kill him now!”

Just as Burren Zigheart’s cry rang out and the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen prepared to deliver the final blow—

“Stop.”

Raon stepped forward and raised his hand.

[Screech!]

The moment Raon moved to the front, the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen extinguished their killing intent, returned to their proper stance, and straightened their spines. It was the picture of absolute trust.

“That was a decent fight.”

Raon acknowledged the battle had been worthwhile, nodding his approval to Gwangpung Hall.

“Haa…”
“It’s over.”

The moment Raon finished speaking, Martha and Burren Zigheart lowered their swords and collapsed where they stood.

“I said we’d win…”

Lunan Slion nodded calmly, as if he had foreseen this outcome.

“I-I only fought because I was afraid of the lord…”

Dorian trembled, admitting that Raon terrified him far more than the Dragon.

“That’s fair enough.”

Crain nodded, understanding what I meant.

“We actually managed to catch a Dragon.”
“Not just any Dragon, but an Ancient Dragon!”
“I never thought I’d live to stand before Breath.”
“This is what Gwangpung Hall is all about!”
“Even the Commander praised us. We fought well!”

The swordsmen, intoxicated by victory, raised their blades and cheered.

“However!”

I shook my head as I watched the jubilant swordsmen.

“There were too many sloppy movements. If you’d used your power properly, you could have defeated this lizard without witnessing Breath.”

I clicked my tongue, noting there was much to regret.

“And there were mistakes from the beginning. Well, we’ll discuss that slowly once we return.”

I waved my hand, suggesting we return to Zigheart and conduct a proper reflection session.

“Ugh….”
“Tell us later….”
“Right! We can’t even enjoy our victory before getting scared!”
“I’m already worried….”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen shook their heads, saying I had no human emotions.

-Relentless bastard….

Wrath also muttered that it was excessive, letting out a sigh.

“Desiuros.”

I ignored the complaints from Gwangpung Hall behind me and stepped on the head of Desiuros, who was spewing blood.

“You broke your promise not to use Breath, and you broke your promise not to flee, didn’t you?”

I curled my lips as I gazed into the Dragon’s crimson eyes, which were larger than my own body.

“Then I suppose I can do as I please as well?”
[Uuuuuh….]
“You should anticipate it.”

The colossal Dragon’s form reflected in my crimson eyes trembled like a mosquito’s wings.

“I’ll make you spill everything you know—and everything you don’t.”

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