The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 685

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Chapter 685

Crack!

The White Blood Cult Master’s head burst under Ogram’s fist, dissolving into pure white blood that sank away. Her body melted naturally, as if it had never existed from the beginning.

“You’re impatient.”

The White Blood Cult Master revealed her true form from within a pool of blood twenty paces away. The crimson liquid that touched her feet shimmered with pristine white light.
Her appearance could have warranted the title of Saint, yet her black eyes held only dampness, sensuality, and the scent of blood.

“Blood Doppelgänger.”

Ogram shook the white blood from his hand, his brow furrowing.

‘It was crude when I saw it before. Has she perfected it?’

Blood Doppelgänger was a martial technique that allowed one to shed their body like a snake shedding its skin, leaving only blood behind.
Previously, it had been so crude that internal damage could be inflicted, but now the White Blood Cult Master had completely evaded the range of his strike.

The White Blood Cult Master seemed to have not only recovered her former realm but grown beyond it.

Yet I had grown stronger than her as well, so there was no need for fear.

“Did you notice the difference?”

The White Blood Cult Master’s crimson lips curled into a thin smile.

“It means I no longer need to flee at the sight of you.”

As she extended her right hand, a Strange Being draped in a crimson robe from crown to toe offered forth a single gauntlet. Power beyond that of an Apostle emanated from the creature.

“You know what this is?”

The White Blood Cult Master donned the gauntlet received from the Strange Being and tilted her chin.

“Your friend treasured this possession dearly.”

She curled her lips mockingly at Ogram.

“White Hawk Gloves.”

Ogram stared at the white gloves embroidered with a hawk, biting his lips until they bled.

Those white gloves were a legendary artifact that amplified the owner’s aura and allowed one to seize strong energy with bare hands.
And they were a treasure that Bellon, my close friend and the King of the Kal Kingdom, once possessed.

‘Bellon….’

Bellon had offered to give me the White Hawk Gloves, and I had refused, saying that a weak man should at least have good equipment.

Seeing a memento of my friendship in the hands of this wicked woman, my insides boiled as if they would burst into flames.

“The White Hawk Gloves are certainly a special item. However….”

Ogram raised his gaze, fixing his eyes on the White Blood Cult Master’s black pupils as he clenched his fists.

“They won’t save your life!”

With a roar, he drove forward toward the White Blood Cult Master’s right side.

Shrieeeek!

The pure white blood flowing across the ground transformed into sharp thorns that shot upward—massive spikes large enough to pierce not just his feet but his entire body.

Boom!

Ogram shattered the thorns themselves with his aura-clad feet and pressed forward.

‘Calm yourself.’

Even as his eyes flashed with fury, I suppressed the rage boiling in my chest.
In battles between transcendents, what matters more than raw power is one’s physical condition and mental composure at that moment.
If I charged in recklessly while enraged, I would suffer grievous damage.

“Hmph.”

The White Blood Cult Master’s dark eyes tracked me—not following my movements, but predicting them. She immediately erected a transparent barrier of blood qi.

“Futile!”

Ogram drove his fist toward the barrier of blood qi, crimson threads streaming from its surface.

Boom!

A golden radiance bloomed before his iron fist, shattering the blood qi barrier and driving the White Blood Cult Master’s body backward.
It was the Hundred Palm Fist—a technique to kill enemies from a distance.

“Still disgustingly strong with that brute force.”

The White Blood Cult Master’s eyes narrowed as she was hurled back.

“Befitting the strongest physique among the Six Emperors Five Demons.”

She trembled slightly at her wrist, as if the impact had struck deep within her body.

“Don’t misunderstand.”

Ogram’s eyes narrowed to slits as he pursued the retreating White Blood Cult Master.

“Not the strongest physique—simply the strongest.”
“Your head’s turned to stone as well, it seems.”

The White Blood Cult Master scoffed and opened her palm. From her grip bloomed a pristine radiance resembling magnolia blossoms, blocking Ogram’s path.

Boom!

Ogram surged forward faster toward the White Blood Cult Master’s incoming blood qi, driving his fist through it.
His formless fist force mercilessly crushed the undulating blood qi.

Yet with so much blood qi concentrated, he couldn’t avoid the wounds that tore across his skin.

‘End this as quickly as possible.’

Within this village lay a Strange Being comparable to an Apostle in strength. To save the tribespeople, I had to dispatch the White Blood Cult Master swiftly.

Ogram paid no heed to his wounds. Without hesitation, he surged forward, drawing back his fist from behind his waist and extending it toward the White Blood Cult Master’s blood essence.

BOOM!

The barrier of blood essence that the White Blood Cult Master had unfurled with both hands shattered, and her shoulders crumpled like crinkled paper.

“It’s over.”

Ogram accelerated further. His fist strike pursued the White Blood Cult Master faster than sound itself.

“Not so fast.”

The White Blood Cult Master laughed coldly and raised the back of her hand. White tendrils bloomed in succession from her fingertips.
It was as if someone had poured an entire palette of white paint onto the canvas of reality itself.

CRASH!

Ogram’s fist halted before the blood essence barrier, and he furrowed his brow. The blood essence was so thick that the impact of his strike couldn’t reach the White Blood Cult Master.

“You understand, don’t you?”

The White Blood Cult Master laughed from behind the transparent wall of blood essence.

“Just as you possess the supreme physique, my blood essence is the greatest among the Six Emperors Five Demons.”

With a gesture from her, a colossal wave of blood essence surged toward Ogram.

BOOM!

Ogram planted his feet firmly in place and raised both fists to meet it.

‘I cannot retreat.’

The White Blood Cult Master’s blood essence was nearly infinite in magnitude. If he gave ground, it would be difficult to close the distance again—he had to hold his position here.

He clenched his fists and steeled his resolve. Against the incoming torrent of blood essence, he unleashed the ultimate technique of the Explosive Chain Fist.

BOOM!

Blood energy and fist force collided head-on, tearing the battlefield asunder while the heavens themselves shrieked in protest.

Ogram’s brow furrowed as he observed the endless torrent of white blood energy replenishing itself.

‘This blood energy is truly relentless….’

The White Blood Cult Master had drained the vital essence from countless souls, accumulating more power than anyone else could claim.
In sheer quantity of blood energy, neither Glen Zigheart nor Derus Robert could match her.

“Ten Thousand Spirit Blood Wave.”

The White Blood Cult Master seized the opening without hesitation, spreading both hands wide. The battlefield transformed into a sea as a colossal wave erupted from behind her form.

“Perish, buried beneath white blood.”

A wave of pristine crimson cascaded down upon Ogram’s head.

‘Now.’

In that instant, golden lightning flickered across Ogram’s pupils. He ceased his relentless barrage of fist strikes and concentrated his aura into his right hand.

Uuuuuuuung!

Ogram drove his lightly clenched fist forward against the white wave that consumed heaven and earth. Brown aura descended gradually, igniting a colorless radiance.

Kwaaaaaaang!

The white wave shattered into ribbons beneath the terrifying shockwave.

“Ugh….”

Ogram released a low groan. Wounds where blood energy had grazed his shoulders and chest burst open, spilling crimson blood.

“Crude.”

The White Blood Cult Master’s lips curved into a long, mocking sneer.

“Fighting so simply like that… Cough!”

She mid-sentence, a stream of pristine white blood spilling from her lips.

“What… what is this!”

The White Blood Cult Master’s eyes widened in disbelief at her own bleeding.

‘No matter how formidable Ogram’s Shattering Strike is, how could it pierce through my blood essence…’

I knew what Ogram’s Shattering Strike was—a Night Sovereign’s specialty that pierced through aura and created internal shock within an opponent’s body.
To evade it, I had maintained a thick barrier of blood essence and filled my body’s interior with it as well, yet to have suffered internal injury was unthinkable.

‘Wait… hold on.’

Was this truly internal injury?

My organs and flesh felt no pain—hardly what one would call internal injury.
Rather, the shock had struck my spirit. My head and Upper Dantian throbbed with such intensity I nearly collapsed.

“Could it be… the soul?”

The White Blood Cult Master’s jaw trembled as she stared at Ogram.

“Correct.”

Ogram nodded and dusted off his fists.

“When one reaches the pinnacle of Shattering Strike, it doesn’t merely pierce aura—it can inflict shock upon the very soul itself.”

His eyes gleamed with a cold, piercing light.

“For a malevolent spirit like you who inhabits different bodies, it’s the worst possible matchup.”

Seizing the moment to end this, Ogram surged into the White Blood Cult Master’s space and unleashed his Shattering Strike.

“Kugh…!”

The White Blood Cult Master retreated swiftly, but Ogram’s movements were even faster.

Splooooosh!

Ogram’s fist strike pierced through the White Blood Cult Master’s waist.

“Kugh…!”

The White Blood Cult Master deployed a shield of blood energy and twisted her body away, but the impact of Shattered Sea Technique sent another torrent of dark blood spilling from her lips. Her complexion drained to a ghastly pallor.

“It’s over.”

Ogram clenched his fist anew, his eyes burning with murderous intent.

“Don’t spout nonsense!”

As the White Blood Cult Master spat blood and pressed her palms together, a white goddess descended behind her. A deity with fifty arms, three eyes, and skin like the Snowy Plain opened her gaze. Crimson blood streamed from all three pupils.
A goddess with fifty arms, three eyes, and skin like the Snowy Plain opened her eyes. Red blood streamed down from her three eyeballs.

“Is this Mapo Station?”

Ogram was not flustered even upon seeing the strange being standing behind the White Blood Cult Master.

“Silence!”
“Shut up!”

As the White Blood Cult Master brought her hands together again, a pure white lotus bloomed above the hands of the Mara Blood-Style Guanyin.
Boom!

Ogram charged toward the wave of blood energy that consumed his entire vision.

‘I can see it.’

The movements of Mara Blood-Form Avalokitesvara became tangible in my grasp. The White Blood Cult Master, flustered by Shattered Sea Technique, was unable to fully command the Strange Being.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

I evaded the palm strikes of Mara Blood-Form Avalokitesvara by the thinnest margin, concentrating aura and fighting spirit into my left fist.

‘I’ll end this in one breath.’

“Finish it in one breath.”

The White Blood Cult Master possessed the ability to seize another’s body. I had to annihilate her soul here and now.

Kuuuuung!

I swatted away the final torrent of white blood energy with the back of my hand and pierced through the blood qi barrier.

“Kugh….”

The White Blood Cult Master’s lips trembled as if she hadn’t expected the Mara Blood Form Guanyin to open so easily.

‘Perfect.’

I had blocked all the White Blood Cult Master’s escape routes. Now I could deliver this final punch and kill that blood fiend.

Fuuuuuung!

Just as Ogram clenched his teeth and thrust his fist forward, a deathly aura flashed from behind him.

Shuaaaaaaack!

His left arm, which had been concentrating his aura, flew past his vision in reverse.

Thwuk!

His left arm fell to the ground like a severed puppet’s limb, and the White Blood Cult Master smiled as she raised a barrier of blood qi.

Pueeeeeerk!

Without time to defend, I was struck by the blood qi barrier and sent flying backward.

“Kugh-hack….”

Ogram coughed up blackened blood, his jaw trembling. From above his left shoulder, crimson blood sprayed forth like a fountain.

“What….”

I still couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.

“Your reactions are dull. If the Night King moved this sluggishly, I should have acted faster.”

A man rose from the darkness that enveloped the surroundings. His towering frame exuded an ease that bordered on frivolity.
Yet what truly commanded attention was his face. He wore a blue dragon helmet kissed by starlight.

“Who… who are you?”

Ogram gripped his shoulder, his lips trembling. Despite standing directly before him, he could not sense the man’s presence properly.
Even while concentrating entirely on the White Blood Cult Master, he had failed to perceive this one until his arm was severed—such a being he had neither heard of nor witnessed before.

“There’s no need for introductions to someone about to die.”

The Dragon Helmet Man laughed with mocking frivolity.

“Besides, I don’t have a name yet.”
“….”

Ogram met the eyes within the dragon helmet, his lips tightening.

‘He’s not the Heavenly Demon.’

The Heavenly Demon also wore a dragon helmet, but its color differed. This one was not the Heavenly Demon—he was something entirely new.

‘Nor is he from Eden.’

From his manner of speech alone, he bore no resemblance to Eden.
Had such a being existed within Eden, the organization would have fractured into three factions by now, not merely two.

“So you’re going to kill me and claim a name and reputation?”
“No.”

The Dragon Helmet Man shook his head, as though such trivial matters held no interest for him.

“I’ll earn my name when I’ve taken down someone far greater.”

He laughed, dismissing Ogram as beneath his notice.

“You….”
“Do you know why I targeted you?”
“What are you talking about?”

Ogram questioned back. I tried to buy time and push out the energy embedded in my shoulder, but the man’s aura clung to me like a shadow, stubborn and difficult to erase. It felt as though it carried the very essence of death.

“The Sran Tribe. The Kal Kingdom.”

The Dragon Helmet Man raised his fingers one by one.

“When both places faced crisis, you moved alone. That’s only possible because you possess overwhelming confidence in your individual power. That’s why I targeted you first.”

His pupils gleamed with a peculiar luster.

“Catching an enraged boar is easier than hunting rabbits.”
“To resort to ambushes with that much power—have you no shame!”

Ogram glared at the Dragon Helmet Man and the White Blood Cult Master in turn, grinding his teeth.

“….”

The White Blood Cult Master seemed to feel embarrassment, her eyes shifting slightly. But the one in the Dragon Helmet was different.

“Shame? What’s that?”

The Dragon Helmet Man chuckled softly.

“Hmm….”

Ogram felt a chill run through him as he heard the mocking laughter emanating from within the helmet.

‘What is this creature….’

Transcendents possess pride and self-respect in their achievement beyond measure.

If someone interfered in combat, they should feel ashamed, yet despite possessing power greater than the White Blood Cult Master, this man radiated no such pride.

It wasn’t mere bravado—he genuinely seemed to regard this situation as natural and inevitable.
I couldn’t fathom how such a being had reached that transcendent realm.

“I’ve given you enough time, haven’t I?”

The Dragon Helmet Man tilted his head lightly. He seemed to know that I was buying time to expel the embedded energy from within.

“Yes.”

Ogram lowered the arm that had been gripping my shoulder. From his entire body, formless waves of energy blazed forth like the shimmering haze rising from molten lava. I could feel the resolve of one prepared to meet death.

“Why not just kill him outright!”

The White Blood Cult Master furrowed her brow.

“When toppling a great star, one must show at least this much courtesy.”

The Dragon Helmet Man rotated his wrist holding the blade, dismissing it as pointless anyway.

“How tedious!”

As the White Blood Cult Master pressed her palms together, the Mara Blood-Form Guanyin standing behind her unleashed another overwhelming surge of blood energy.

“Hmm.”

The Dragon Helmet Man simply nodded with ease, gripping the pitch-black blade upside down.

Ogram bit the tip of his tongue as he watched the White Blood Cult Master and the Dragon Helmet Man.

‘I can do this.’

Glen Zigheart simultaneously pushed back the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon. If I had drawn out the Extreme Sword Realm to its absolute limit, I could achieve even more.

Kwaaaaaaa!

The Mara Blood-Form Guanyin unleashed a colossal tempest of blood energy, and a blade infused with the aura of death came rushing through, shattering space itself.
It was as if white and black waves rising from the horizon were surging forward.

Kuuuung!

Ogram stamped his left foot with perfect precision. He unleashed the Extreme Sword Realm against the black and white undulations rippling with blood energy and the aura of death. His fist tore a vast chasm across heaven and earth.

Kwaaaaaaaaaa!

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