The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1173

 Chapter 1173

 

“There's no need to chase him?”

Bartius furrowed his brow as if he couldn’t grasp what Raon meant.

“Don’t tell me you mean you know where the Black tribe’s leader went?”

He asked, his voice trembling slightly as if he couldn’t believe it even as he spoke.

“Really?”

“What?”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren and the Red Dragon Balasiur looked at Raon with equally bewildered expressions.

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

The White Dragon Bursiarabi stepped out of the dimension gate and came to stand beside Raon.

“It’s an instinct meant to avoid nearby dragons when creating a new lair. And yet you found the Black clan’s leader, who couldn’t even be detected by our senses….”

He let out a hollow laugh, saying that the more he looked, the more Raon felt like a human beyond comprehension.

“R-Raon Zieghart. Do you really know where Trosour is? Then please, tell us!”

The Black Dragon Dariauran cried out the name of the Black dragon tribe’s leader, Trosour, and begged for his location. Unlike the other tribe leaders, he seemed flustered because something had gone wrong.

“Like I said earlier, my intuition happens to be pretty sharp right now.”

Raon smiled faintly and rubbed the back of his neck.

“And it’s only natural that you can’t sense him. The Black tribe’s leader, Trosour, isn’t on this continent anymore.”

He shook his head, explaining that because Trosour was in another world, even the dragons’ abilities couldn’t sense him.

“What?”

Bartius’s jaw trembled slightly.

“Then don’t tell me….”

“That’s right.”

Raon raised a finger and pointed at Bartius, who was protecting the dimension key.

“The Black tribe’s leader, Trosour, has hidden himself in another dimension. It seems our movements were found out.”

Judging by the traces of mana still lingering in the forest, it hadn’t been long since Trosour moved to the other dimension.

He had surely sensed the deaths of the Red tribe’s leader, Ignis Cierfang, and the Blue tribe’s leader, Azgoros, and fled just moments ago.

“Urgh! That cunning bastard!”

Dariauran, of the same Black tribe, slammed his fist down and ground his teeth.

“Dariauran.”

The White Dragon Bursiarabi frowned as he looked at him.

“I told you to keep a close watch on Trosour, didn’t I?”

He let out a sound like a beast growling, asking why he had released his presence detection.

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

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

“I even set up that spell while throwing out flattery I didn’t mean!”

He ground his teeth as if he hadn’t even considered this situation itself.

“Sigh, just looking at this, you clearly couldn’t act properly.”

Sirtiren let out a deep sigh.

“I knew this would happen!”

Balasiur clicked his tongue loudly, saying everything was ruined.

“Well, it doesn’t seem completely ruined.”

Unlike the agitated dragons, Burren polished his sword with a calm complexion.

“Right. That guy still looks relaxed.”

Martha curled her lips slightly as she looked at Raon’s composed gaze.

“Honestly, I’ve almost never seen him panic.”

Dorian shrugged, saying that if Raon were to collapse, the world itself would probably collapse.

“Ah, Raon. My Raon….”

Even amid the dragons’s panic, Evelyn bit her nails with flushed cheeks, as though she had fallen for the calm Raon all over again.

“Trosour is notorious for being despicable even among the Black tribe, we underestimated him too much.”

Bartius placed a hand on his forehead as if acknowledging his own mistake.

“Raon Zieghart. I beg you. Tell us how to find Trosour.”

He lowered his blue eyes, as though placing his last hope in Raon.

“Trosour possesses only one dimension key, so the Lord likely hasn’t received word of this yet.”

Bartius pressed his lips together, saying they had to move immediately.

“I don’t know the method.”

Raon shook his head with his eyes closed.

“What? Then why—”

Bartius swallowed dryly in confusion.

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

Raon slowly opened his eyes as he drew Heavenly Drive.

“From the lingering traces of mana here, I can feel the same flow as the dimension key you’ve sealed within your soul.”

From the moment I first entered this forest and felt the disturbance of mana, I was convinced that the leader of the Black tribe, Trosour, had fled to another dimension.

If it was now, while the distortion of mana and dimension still remained, I felt I could open the space where that bastard hid himself.

Suuuuuu—!

Raon raised Heavenly Drive above his head.

‘I have to cut the space.’

The others wouldn’t know, but I could tell. Judging from the alien mana flowing differently from that of the forest, Trosaur had not yet perfectly closed the dimension he fled into.

‘Maintain the flow, and cut only the space.’

Raon took a deep breath and swung Heavenly Drive.

Raon Zieghart Style Swordplay.
Seventh Form, Void Severance.

A single point shot out wrapped in red mana split the dimension rift hiding behind the scattered mana.

Kreeeeeeak!

The space caught on the tip of Heavenly Drive split apart, and a pitch-black, distorted dimension, like one shrouded in shadow, opened.

Yet despite the terrifying sword strike powerful enough to tear open a dimension, not a single leaf fell in the forest. It meant Raon had perfectly controlled his power.

“Insane….”

Bartius gaped, dumbfounded.

“H-He opened a dimension with a sword?”

His lips trembled as he spoke, unable to believe what he was seeing with his own eyes.

“That’s not swordsmanship…. It’s magic….”

The Red Dragon Balasiur swallowed dryly as he peered into the inside of the dimension.

“That’s crazy! He’s a real monster!”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren raised a hand with a broad grin, seemingly delighted at seeing something astonishing.

“Th-Thank goodness!”

Black Dragon Dariauran heaved a sigh of relief, saying it was fortunate the plan hadn’t been ruined.

[W-What is this?!]

A cry filled with shock rang out from within the pitch-black dimension.

Fwoooooosh!

The poison flowing out of the dimension subsided, and the figure of Trosour, the Black tribe’s leader who had been hiding behind it, was revealed.

He was cloaked in poison as he formed a blue spear, apparently a communication spell meant to alert the Dragon Lord of intruders.

“That won’t do.”

Evelyn smiled gently and clasped her hands together, severing Trosour’s communication spell just before it was completed.

True to a mage with a talent for stalking, she seemed equally adept at blocking others’ communication spells.

[H-How do you know this dimension?!]

Trosour tried to reconnect the communication spell, but Evelyn prevented it. His massive eyes trembled as he attempted to close even the opened dimension.

“Sirtiren! Balasiur!”

At Bartius’s call, Sirtiren and Balasiur manipulated natural mana to fix the dimension that Raon had opened with Heavenly Drive.

[Close!]

Trosour fiercely activated dragon words in an attempt to shut the torn dimension, but Bursiarabi and Dariauran joined in and blocked his magic.

[Dariauran! What do you think you’re doing?!]

Grinding his teeth, he glared at Dariauran, who was clinging to the dimension rift and holding it open.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m driving out senile old geezers who are ruining the middle realm!”

Dariauran hung onto the closing dimension with all his might, acting as if he was relieved to have found Trosour.

“So you’re the Black tribe’s leader, Trosour.”

Crossing over the dimension held open by the dragons, Raon stood face-to-face with Trosour, the Black tribe’s leader.

[Raon Zieghart! So it really was you!]

Trosour lifted his poison-dripping jaw.

[The human who killed Ignis Cierfang and Azgoros!]

True to his status as the Black tribe’s leader, Trosour boasted a size greater than an entire castle, yet now he didn’t look large at all. Just as Wrath always evaluated dragons, he looked like nothing more than a lizard running across the desert.

[I can feel something unlike anything before. But you’ve made a grave mistake.]

Trosaur ground his teeth as he wrapped his entire body in pitch-black poison.

[This dimension is a land made of my poison. A human can only melt away here!]

As if he intended to erase Raon’s very existence, he drew in a deep breath.

[Die, dissolved into poison— guh!]

Just as Trosaur was about to unleash his breath of deadly poison, his body froze stiff.

[W-When did the sword—!]

Before he could even perceive it, he saw the leaf-shaped sword embedded in his neck and trembled violently.

[N-not yet! This much isn’t enough to stop this body—!]

As Trosaur yanked out the Wooden Ring Sword and tried once more to unleash his poison breath—

Kwadududududuk!

Blue frost bloomed from the tip of Wooden Ring Sword and, in a single instant, froze Trosaur’s head and the neck housing his dragon heart.

Huuuuk!

Cold frost spewed out in all directions, and the poison Trosour had prepared sank into the darkness without even being able to rise up.

Th-This is…!

Wrath rolled his eyes as he looked at the frozen Trosaur.

‘That’s right.’

Raon nodded while shaking off Wooden Ring Sword.

‘After firing Wooden Ring Sword with Gentle Breeze, I activated the Silver-White Aurora. Now that I’ve properly entered the realm of the Heart Sword, the power of every martial art increases exponentially.’

Unlike Wrath, my Silver-White Aurora didn’t possess the ability to freeze everything before my eyes.

However, as I came to understand human emotions and my proficiency of the Heart Sword increased, I gained the power to freeze an entire dragon even without deliberately training the Silver-White Aurora. The power was absurd, even to me.

Silver-White Aurora.

Wrath swallowed dryly as he looked at Trosaur’s head, frozen pure white.

‘It turned out pretty well, didn’t it?’

Well, well, “turned out well,” my ass! Don’t dare call frost of this level the Silver-White Aurora! You’re still far from it!

Wrath shook his head violently, full of dissatisfaction.

‘Still, I froze a dragon the way you wanted, didn’t I?’

Since I couldn’t freeze a dragon’s entire body the way Wrath could, I had embedded Wooden Ring Sword into the area where the dragon heart was and used the Silver-White Aurora, but I couldn’t understand why Wrath was getting angry over it.

You’re damn full of yourse— no, just shut up!

Wrath ground his teeth, telling him not to speak at all.

‘Fine, whatever.’

Raon chuckled softly and sheathed Heavenly Drive and Wooden Ring Sword. Wrath had always been prone to acting strange, so he decided to accept it and keep quiet.

“I-I can’t believe you just froze the Black tribe’s leader with cold energy. You’re better than me!”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren let out a hollow laugh, saying Raon seemed more skilled at using cold energy than herself.

“The more I look at you, the more astonishing you become. No, you’re not even human anymore. You’re more like some kind of Demon King.”

The Red Dragon Balasiur clenched his fist, competitive spirit surging violently.

“I lived…!”

The Black Dragon Dariauran wiped his forehead as if drenched in cold sweat and collapsed to the ground.

“Know that your neck is still attached thanks to Raon Zieghart.”

The White Dragon Bursiarabi snorted as he looked at Dariauran.

“It’s fine since it ended well.”

Bartius patted Dariauran on the shoulder, then stepped closer to the frozen Trosaur and extended his hand.

Woooooong!

From the frozen body of Trosaur, a golden, gleaming dimension key rose into the air.

“The third and final key.”

Bartius pressed his lips together, saying they could finally open the dimension leading to the Dragon Lord.

“How long will it take?”

Raon asked as he looked at Bartius, inquiring about the time needed to open the Lord’s dimension.

“It seems it will take some time to stabilize it, Trosaur used this dimension key to create this space.”

Bartius narrowed his eyes as he looked at the final dimension key.

“Still, I should be able to open the dimension gate by dawn tomorrow.”

He clenched his fist, saying he would open the gate before sunrise even if it meant exhausting all his power.

“Until then, you should rest as well.”

Bartius nodded, saying that the Dragon Lord was someone they could only defeat by combining the strength of everyone present.

“No.”

Raon shook his head firmly.

“I want to try fighting alone.”

He rested his hand on Heavenly Drive as he looked at the dimension key floating before Bartius’s chest.

“The Lord is on a different level from the tribe leaders! He doesn’t use them as mere errand runners for nothing!”

Bartius frowned, as if telling him to come to his senses.

“Bartius is right. I acknowledge your might, but the Lord is different, no, far more different.”

Sirtiren shook her head, saying they should fight together.

“If I’m pushed back by the Dragon Lord, I’ll accept your help. But until then….”

Raon slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again.

“Let me fight alone.”

His lips curved upward, not with arrogance, but with confidence layered over his red eyes.

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

Recalling the ill-fated relationship he had built with the Dragon Lord since childhood, Raon let out a chilling killing intent.

“Before the sun rises, I’ll show you the corpse of the largest lizard on the continent.”

 

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