The Greatest Assassin Gets Reincarnated in Tensura

Velzard clenched her fists as her piercing blue eyes locked onto Veldora.

He stood before her, exuding a newfound confidence, a presence she had never felt from him before. His golden hair swayed in the cold wind, his sharp eyes unwavering as if he was completely unfazed by her presence.

This wasn't the Veldora she remembered.

The reckless storm dragon that once relied purely on brute force, the younger brother who had always been beneath her in terms of strength—he was gone.

And that fact irritated her.

"Don't get cocky, Veldora." Velzard's voice was sharp, her tone laced with both authority and irritation. "Even if you've improved, there's no way you've surpassed me."

Veldora tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his golden eyes.

"You sure about that, Sis?" He smirked. "You seem a little shaken."

Velzard's aura flared.

The sky above trembled as an overwhelming surge of ice magic erupted from her body, freezing the very air itself. The clouds darkened, and in mere seconds, the entire landscape around them was encased in frost.

A blizzard of absolute destruction descended upon them.

Veldora exhaled sharply, watching as the very space around Velzard distorted under the sheer weight of her power.

So she is not going to hold back…

Velzard's power was not just ice—it was absolute frost.

She was the Ice Dragon Empress, the personification of winter itself. Her power was not just cold; it was the complete annihilation of heat, movement, and life.

And yet—Veldora grinned.

"Then come at me, Sis."

Velzard's eyes flashed.

She moved.

Velzard's speed was unreal.

One moment she was in front of him—the next, she had vanished.

Veldora barely had time to react before—

BOOM!

A devastating fist of frozen destruction slammed into his side.

The very air exploded as an icy shockwave erupted upon impact, sending Veldora crashing through the frozen earth, tearing through mountains like they were paper.

The entire landscape shattered.

A whole section of the continent cracked from the sheer force of Velzard's blow.

But before she could press the attack—

BOOM!

The rubble exploded.

A golden blur shot out from the destruction, closing the distance between them in an instant.

Velzard's eyes widened.

He was fast.

Faster than she had ever seen him move before.

Too fast.

Before she could react—

CRACK!

Veldora's fist collided with her face.

A golden shockwave of raw power erupted, distorting the very sky as Velzard was sent hurtling backward, crashing into a mountain with a devastating explosion of ice and debris.

Veldora straightened, shaking his fist. "Damn, that hurt my hand. Your face is still hard as hell, Sis."

The ground trembled as the mountain erupted into an icy storm.

Velzard rose from the wreckage, wiping her mouth. A small trickle of blood stained her fingers.

Her eyes widened.

For the first time in her life—Veldora had landed a serious hit on her.

She clenched her fists. "Impossible."

Veldora grinned. "What's wrong, Sis? You seem surprised."

Velzard's Realization—Veldora is No Longer Below Her

Velzard's mind raced.

Veldora was never this fast before. He was never this strong before.

Before, he had always been a wild storm, chaotic, reckless—but now…

Now, he was precise.

Now, he was controlled.

And more importantly—

Now, he was overwhelming her.

Velzard gritted her teeth.

She refused to believe it.

"Don't get ahead of yourself!"

She raised her hand, and the temperature plummeted further.

The very fabric of reality froze.

The sky itself turned white, and in an instant, everything ceased to move.

Veldora froze in place.

Absolute Zero.

This was one of Velzard's strongest technique—an attack that didn't just freeze her opponent but completely stopped all molecular activity, rendering them unable to even think, let alone move.

For a moment, Velzard allowed herself to smirk.

"It's over."

But then—

A golden aura erupted from Veldora's body.

The very laws of nature twisted.

And then—

CRACK!

The frozen space around him shattered.

Velzard's eyes widened in pure, utter shock.

"WHAT?!"

Veldora stretched his arms, grinning.

"Yeah, sorry, Sis. That trick won't work on me anymore."

Velzard's mind reeled.

How?

How did he break out of Absolute Zero?!

Before she could process it, Veldora vanished.

She barely had time to register before—

BOOM!

A devastating punch slammed into her gut, sending her crashing through the sky like a meteor.

Veldora followed, appearing above her in an instant.

With a flick of his wrist, a golden storm erupted from his palm.

"Storm Breaker."

A colossal hurricane of pure energy engulfed Velzard, tearing through the frozen heavens, shattering the very sky itself.

Velzard roared, pushing against the force, unleashing her own power in retaliation.

The world trembled.

Reality itself shattered as the two dragons clashed, their raw power tearing through existence like paper.

But—

Velzard was losing ground.

Her attacks, her techniques—Veldora was countering all of them.

For the first time in her existence—

She was being overpowered.

Veldora closed in, his golden aura surging.

Velzard gritted her teeth, refusing to lose.

She summoned every ounce of power she had, preparing to unleash her strongest attack—

But before she could—

Veldora appeared right in front of her.

Their eyes met.

And in that moment—she saw it.

The truth.

Veldora wasn't just stronger.

He had evolved.

He had become something greater.

Before she could react—

BOOM!

A single devastating punch struck her in the stomach.

A golden shockwave of pure destruction erupted, sending her crashing into the frozen ground below with unimaginable force.

The entire continent cracked.

A storm of gold and blue erupted into the heavens, splitting the sky apart.

Silence followed.

Veldora slowly descended, landing before Velzard.

She coughed, pushing herself up, staring at him in disbelief.

"…When… did you become this strong?"

Veldora smirked, crossing his arms.

"I told you, Sis… I'm not the same Veldora you used to know."

Velzard closed her eyes, then chuckled.

For the first time in her life—

She had lost.

High above the mortal realm, beyond the reach of gods and demons alike, sat a lone figure in the Heavenly Star Palace. The celestial throne, forged from the very essence of the cosmos, shimmered as if reflecting the boundless power of the one who sat upon it.

Veldanava, the Creator of the World, the First and Strongest Dragon, watched with quiet intensity as two of his siblings clashed in a battle that defied all logic.

His golden eyes, vast as the universe itself, followed the rapid movements of Veldora and Velzard. The two Supreme True Dragons unleashed devastation upon the land below, their battle warping space, tearing through the sky, and shaking the very foundation of the world.

Despite the cataclysmic destruction unfolding, Veldanava was neither alarmed nor displeased.

Instead, a small, knowing smile touched his lips.

"So… you've finally awakened, Veldora?"

For so long, his youngest sibling had been wild, reckless, and undisciplined, a storm without direction. Compared to Velzard's refined mastery over ice and Velgrynd's ferocity of flames, Veldora had always been the weakest among them—not because he lacked power, but because he had never known how to use it.

Yet now…

Veldanava watched as Veldora dodged Velzard's attack with fluid precision, something uncharacteristic of him. Before, he would have relied solely on brute strength, laughing recklessly while taking damage head-on. But now, his movements were different.

"You've learned… not just to fight, but to dominate."

His golden gaze flickered with curiosity as he observed Veldora shatter Absolute Zero, something that should have been impossible.

Even Velzard's expression—normally impassive, full of supreme confidence—had shifted into disbelief.

Veldora was not just matching her. He was overwhelming her.

"This… is beyond what I expected."

He let out a deep, amused chuckle as he leaned forward, eyes gleaming with interest.

"To think you'd surpass Velzard so soon. How did you manage it, little brother?"

Veldanava closed his eyes for a moment, allowing his mind to drift through the eons. He had seen countless battles, witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, watched as entire worlds were born and erased.

Yet this—this was different.

"This is no ordinary growth. Arion must have trained you well..."

Veldora's strength was not just raw power—it was controlled, honed, and sharpened to a terrifying degree. He was no longer a reckless beast swinging wildly; he had become a warrior, a king among dragons.

"Fascinating. You were always the most untamed, yet here you are, evolving beyond what even I had foreseen."

His smile widened, the golden glow of his eyes intensifying.

"Velzard, you must be furious right now. You never expected to be on the losing side, did you?"

His gaze fell upon Velzard's form, now trapped beneath Veldora's overwhelming strength. Her pride, her absolute dominion—it was breaking before her very eyes.

"This battle will change her, too."

Veldanava let out a soft chuckle, the weight of his power causing the entire palace to tremble.

"Perhaps it's time I test you myself, Veldora."

"Soon, little brother… soon."