The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 686

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Chapter 686

Ogram twisted his shoulder in a spiral motion, further amplifying the aura concentrated in his fist.

Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!

The punch extended forth with majestic light, repelling the blood aura and suppressing the death energy.

Yet the blood aura and death energy surged forward as if the real battle was only beginning, generating even greater pressure that pushed back against the punch.

‘This is where the true fight starts.’

The White Blood Cult Master and the Dragon Helmet Man’s auras were individually stronger than my current self.

To break both of them simultaneously, I needed to channel Gekhaebu into my punch.

Whoooosh!

I drew out Gekhaebu to its peak. The colorless aura blooming from my fist’s tip formed grand concentric circles, holding back the increasingly fierce blood aura and death energy.

“Ugh…”

Tremendous shockwaves poured from the blood aura and death energy, creating pressure that felt as though my fist would be crushed entirely.

Pain erupted as if my limbs would tear apart, but I could not retreat.
Trusting in the body I had cultivated through endless training, I drove my fist forward to the very end.

Whoooosh!

The power of Gekhaebu split through the blood aura and death energy like a salmon swimming upstream, piercing deep into the bodies of the White Blood Cult Master and the Dragon Helmet Man.

‘Got it!’

The wave of Gekhaebu had touched the enemies’ bodies—now I could inflict tremendous shock upon their souls.

‘If this continues… wait?’

I focused my senses to end this swiftly, but the presence of the Dragon Helmet Man who should have been on my right completely vanished. All I could feel was the White Blood Cult Master’s soul.

‘Where did he go?’

I lashed out at the White Blood Cult Master’s soul with Gyeok Hae Mu and spread my perception, but I couldn’t sense the Dragon Helmet Man anywhere.

‘This is dangerous….’

As I felt a chilling shiver run down my spine and tried to retreat, I felt an icy blade pierce through my chest.

“Kugh!”

Turning around, I saw the Dragon Helmet Man with a massive wound on his left upper body, driving a black sword through my chest.

He had torn through my aura with his bare body to erase his presence. He was truly insane.

“Ugh….”

The aura of death coiled around the blade pierced through flesh and soul, inflicting such excruciating pain that even breathing became difficult.

“You filthy bastard!”

Ogram tried to pull the blade from his chest, but it wouldn’t budge. It meant his opponent’s strength was greater.

“This… what is this….”

I had never imagined I would be overpowered in raw physical strength, so my lips trembled.

“So this is the limit of the strongest body among the Six Emperors Five Demons.”

The Dragon Helmet Man shook his head with a hollow laugh.

“So… you weren’t an ally of the White Blood Cult Master after all….”

Ogram bit his lip deeply. Right now, the White Blood Cult Master was alone, having taken a severe blow from Gyeok Hae Mu.

It was unbelievable that a Transcendent would abandon his ally and launch a surprise attack like an assassin while bearing wounds that stripped away his flesh.

“Not an ally—merely someone whose interests aligned. And….”

The Dragon Helmet Man glanced toward the White Blood Cult Master and jerked his chin.

“If you die over something like this, then that’s all you were worth.”

He laughed with ease, as though it mattered little whether the White Blood Cult Master lived or died.

“Ugh….”

Ogram bit his lip as he met the hollow, glimmering eyes within the helmet.

‘This man is dangerous.’

There was no one like him anywhere in the Six Emperors Five Demons. It wasn’t merely a matter of strength—his very way of thinking was perilous.
He felt as though he were facing not an absolute warrior who had touched transcendence, but a back alley thug for whom winning by any means necessary was all that mattered.

“What is your purpose….”
“You won’t be able to understand.”

The Dragon Helmet Man let slip a faint sneer. Yet this time, it didn’t feel like mockery directed at Ogram.

“Alliance Master!”
“Where are you!”

It was at that moment when Ogram was desperately gathering his strength to escape this situation.
From beyond the black curtain the Dragon Helmet Man had unfurled upon his arrival, the voices of the Sran Tribal Chief and Garona rang out.

“Leave this place at once!”

Ogram shouted while gripping the blade that had pierced through the Dragon Helmet Man’s chest, keeping him immobilized.

“Return to the Alliance and request aid from Zigheart and Valcar!”
“Can you really escape?”

The Dragon Helmet Man’s eyes narrowed to thin crescents.

“Do not underestimate my children.”

Ogram raised his leg and drove it down hard against the Dragon Helmet Man’s waist.

Splurt!

Dragon Helmet Man let out a cold laugh before striking Ogram’s abdomen.

“Ugh…”

Ogram coughed blood, his body bending at the waist. The flesh permeated with death’s aura could no longer maintain its iron-like hardness.
Excruciating pain and endless hemorrhaging gradually clouded my vision.

Yet I refused to release the blade embedded in my chest. If this monster moved, death was all that awaited Garona.

Splurt!

Dragon Helmet Man unleashed successive punches with his left hand. My knees buckled from the sensation of bones and muscles being pulverized, but I poured every last ounce of strength into the hand gripping the sword.

“Nngh…”

White Blood Cult Master rose with a groan. She had taken severe impact, but it didn’t seem fatal.

‘Hah…’

As my aura dwindled, I peered beyond the black curtain. Garona had made her decision and turned to flee.
Garona seemed to have made a decision as he turned around and began to flee.

He may seem simple, but he’s a fellow with excellent judgment, so he’ll be able to figure out a way to escape on his own.

“For some reason…”

That guy comes to mind.

Looking at the backs of the surviving White Blood Cult Master and Garona, I’m reminded of Raon, whom I trained together with that guy.

I passed down the Gyeokhaemul to several executives of the Alliance, but for some reason, it seemed like only Raon and Garona would reach its essence.

“I’m counting on you, Garona…”

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“Leave? What in the world is this….”

The Sran Tribal Chief’s lips trembled as he examined the impenetrable black curtain.

“Chief!”

He approached the curtain as if he hadn’t heard Ogram’s words.

“That won’t do….”

Garona raised his arm to block the Sran Tribal Chief’s path. He shook his head, biting his lip until it bled.

“B-but, Chief wouldn’t speak carelessly like that.”
“Hmm….”

The Sran Tribal Chief swallowed hard and stepped back.
Seeing Garona, who had seemed more agitated than himself, forcibly maintain his composure, his own excitement subsided.

“The Chief is strong. For him to say such a thing means we’re in the way. We must retreat.”

Garona’s fingertips trembled as he ordered the warriors and shamans behind him to fall back.

‘If we stay like this, both sides will be in danger.’

If Ogram was telling us to leave, it meant he too was in crisis.

‘There must be someone other than the White Blood Cult Master.’

The White Blood Cult’s martial arts grew brighter with white light as they strengthened. That impenetrable curtain was undoubtedly a technique from a force like the Black Tower.

If we escaped from here, Ogram could also retreat with peace of mind. Retreat was the right choice now.

“We’re falling back!”

The Sran Tribal Chief nodded, understanding the intent.
The warriors and shamans turned their backs upon seeing the two men’s eyes and ran back the way they came.

However, as if unwilling to let them pass, Blood Ghosts from the White Blood Cult burst forth from the black curtain.

Kwaaaaaaang!

Garona’s fist strike and the Sran Tribal Chief’s incantation extended simultaneously, shattering the Blood Ghosts that had charged forward.

“We’ll handle this!”
“Move as fast as you can!”

Garona and the Sran Tribal Chief crushed all the Blood Ghosts bursting from the curtain before following behind the warriors and sorcerers.

“Are you really sure about this?”

The Sran Tribal Chief furrowed his brow as he looked at Garona. He was trembling himself, so his disciple surely couldn’t help but worry about Ogram.

“I’m certain.”

Garona nodded with a refreshing smile.

“If we escape cleanly, my master will return safely as well.”

He referred to Ogram not as the Alliance Master but as his teacher, waving his hand dismissively.

“Right. I can’t even imagine that man being defeated.”

The two of them smiled, their eyes gleaming with trust in Ogram.

Shwaaaack!

A chilling sound of tearing air erupted as the sorcerer running at the front had his neck ripped away.

A Strange Being draped in a crimson robe from head to tail rose up over the corpse of the sorcerer, blood gushing forth.
Though not an Apostle, it radiated power exceeding that of an Apostle.

“….”

The Blood Ghost tilted its head as it blocked the path. It seemed to be inviting them to attack.

“I’m in quite a hurry right now….”

Garona clenched his fist and lifted his head. Above his knuckles, the aura of the Overwhelming Martial Force—which had never been sustained until now—blazed and ignited with fierce intensity.

“Move, unless you want to die!”

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Boom!

The White Blood Cult Master watched Ogram collapse with her eyes closed, her brow furrowing.

‘That one is a true monster.’

Even with the aura of blood vitality and death burrowing through every mana circuit and blood vessel in his body, Ogram refused to fall until the very end. His mental fortitude was absurdly formidable.
It was an absurdly strong mental fortitude.

It occurred to me that his special talent might not be his supreme physical body, but rather his supreme mental strength.

“However…”

The White Blood Cult Master glared at the Dragon Helmet Man with narrowed eyes.

That guy is more than that.

Apart from military might, he took a different path from those whose very way of thinking differed from his own.

Even in a normal fight, the situation was one where we could win easily, but I made sure to block Ogram’s escape route so he couldn’t run away.

Even if he got seriously injured, as long as he won, it didn’t matter. That wasn’t a fight between transcendents.

If it had merely been a fight to watch, I would have admired it, but since I fell for that bastard’s bait, my insides churned and boiled with anger.

“So you were alive after all.”

Dragon Helmet Man waved his hand lightly.

“I would have been disappointed if you’d died.”
“I nearly did.”

The White Blood Cult Master swallowed the blood rising in her throat, her brow furrowing.

“Thanks to you.”

Because the Dragon Helmet Man had fled, she’d borne the brunt of the Heavenly Sword’s assault alone, suffering tremendous damage to her soul.

Her body and mind were so ravaged that she could have collapsed at any moment, yet she waved her hand dismissively as if all were well.
If she fell here, there was no telling what horrors that monster would inflict upon her.

“You must deceive your allies to deceive your enemies.”

The Dragon Helmet Man shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s rich coming from you!”
“But thanks to me, we’ve caught our prey.”

He gestured toward Ogram, whose breathing had grown shallow, and laughed.

“As you ordered—alive, with his soul and body separated so he cannot break free on his own.”

The Dragon Helmet Man called it a gift as he kicked Ogram’s limp form.

“Hmm….”

The White Blood Cult Master released the energy she’d been gathering in her palm. She watched the blood trickling from Ogram’s chest and licked her lips slowly.

‘With that….’

The Blood Technique grows stronger the more it consumes the blood of powerful warriors.
She couldn’t fathom how formidable she would become if she continuously absorbed the blood of the Night King Ogram.

“This concludes our transaction, yes?”

The Dragon Helmet Man tilted his chin.

“Yes. I’ll recommend you for a position within Oma.”

The White Blood Cult Master turned away from Ogram and nodded.

“There’s one more thing, isn’t there.”
“…I know. One favor.”

The Dragon Helmet Man proposed a condition: he would capture Ogram alive, recommend him to Oma, and in exchange, the Cult Master would grant him one favor.

Honestly, I hadn’t trusted him, so I’d prepared escape routes scattered throughout this place. But I never expected him to actually capture Ogram like this.

“However…”

The White Blood Cult Master twisted her lips as she gazed into the eyes within the helmet.

“What should I call you and your organization?”

This man still hadn’t revealed his name or his organization’s name. He was a figure shrouded in far too many secrets.

“My name is Nameless. And as for the organization’s name… call it Shadow.”
“Shadow? Could it be that assassination group…”
“When another star falls, I’ll explain everything clearly then.”
“Another star falls…?”

The White Blood Cult Master furrowed her brows. He had mentioned a star falling when he captured Ogram as well.
That meant one of the other Six Emperors Five Demons would fall.

“Tell everyone that you captured Ogram today. It means nothing to me anyway.”

The Dragon Helmet Man waved his hand dismissively, as if Ogram was of little consequence.

“What about the ones who escaped?”
“It doesn’t matter. They couldn’t have seen anything. In fact, it would be better to let them live.”

He brushed his fingertips together, as if amused by the prospect.

“What is your true purpose?”

The White Blood Cult Master scrutinized the Dragon Helmet Man and furrowed her brows.

‘I can’t fathom what he’s thinking.’

I had assumed he wanted fame because he said he wanted to enter Oma, but when he offered to hand over all the fame from capturing Ogram, I couldn’t understand his thinking even more.

“You won’t understand even if you listen.”

The Dragon Helmet Man repeated what he had said to Ogram, tilting his chin.

“…Right. I don’t need to know.”

When the White Blood Cult Master snapped her fingers, the 10th Apostle emerged from the darkness, lifted Ogram, and slung him over his shoulder.

“Something interesting is about to unfold soon. Interested in participating?”
“No.”

I shook my head. Recovering from the spiritual shock and assimilating Ogram’s energy into my own would take considerable time, so I couldn’t move for a while.

“Seems your injuries are severe.”

The sound of him smacking his lips came from inside the dragon helmet. His gleaming, lustrous eyes seemed to be deliberating whether to target me or not.

“Try if you dare.”

The White Blood Cult Master laughed coldly and turned her head away.

“You’re relying on the blood spirit spheres you prepared in advance?”
“You…”
“With twelve corridors, you could escape no matter what happens.”

The Dragon Helmet Man nodded lightly as if he knew everything.

“What exactly are you….”

The White Blood Cult Master swallowed hard. In truth, she had prepared a total of fifteen blood energy corridors to ensure escape regardless of what happened here. The fact that he had identified twelve of them was unbelievable.
That he had identified twelve of them was beyond belief.

“I was joking.”

The Dragon Helmet Man drew a faint smile, saying he had been playing a prank.

“…Someday I’d like to taste your blood too.”

The White Blood Cult Master disappeared into the white blood with her brow still furrowed.
The 10th Apostle glared at the Dragon Helmet Man before sinking beneath the blood in pursuit of the Cult Leader.

“In reality, there would be fifteen.”

The Dragon Helmet Man chuckled and brushed his hands clean, and the wounds where flesh had been torn away began to slowly close.
Every scar vanished as though he had never been injured in the first place. His regenerative power surpassed even that of a troll.

Moments later, a woman in a black mask prostrated herself beside him and bowed her head.

“All traces have been erased. Shall we depart now?”

She spoke as though everything was finished and extended a pair of black gloves toward him.

“There is still work to be done.”

The Dragon Helmet Man shook his head as he accepted the gloves.
His aura shifted dramatically. Though his voice remained unchanged, the frivolous nature of a jester gave way to the majesty of a tyrant.

A wet squelch.

As the Dragon Helmet Man removed his old gloves, sticky blood dripped from within.
He burned the blood-soaked gloves before donning the fresh pair and brushed his hands clean.

“If there is work to be done….”
“They’ve arrived.”

He watched the brilliant golden radiance glinting in the sky and curled his lips into a smile.

“Slow-witted lizards.”

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“Sigh….”

I took a deep breath and lifted my gaze.

Beside the eight rings of fire rotating as if guarding the Mental World, the blades of Transcendents stretched forth freely.

The scene was identical to when I first entered, yet something had changed.

‘They’ve descended.’

The Transcendents’ blades still hung too high to grasp, but as I trained with their swords, their altitude gradually began to lower.

As I grew stronger and became more familiar with the Transcendents’ swordsmanship, it felt as though their blades were descending toward the Battlefield.

‘And I’ve gained insight from it.’

By training with the Transcendents’ blades with all my strength, I had come to understand how to unleash all my power in a single moment.

Detonating my emotions as Wrath advised was another matter entirely, but I had certainly grasped the thread that would allow me to unfold a new Sword Realm.

‘Should I return now?’

Much time had passed since I entered this world.
If I remained here any longer, my physical body in reality might suffer complications, so I needed to prepare to leave soon.

It was as I lifted the Heavenly Sword to make final preparations.

A deep resonance echoed through the void.

A golden aura rippled at the center of the Mental World, and a colossal giant clad in a black robe surged upward.

‘That is….’

My eyes widened as I beheld the black robe.

‘A Black Dragon Robe?’

The garment the giant wore resembled a Black Dragon Robe—no, it was a Black Dragon Robe. Only it bore far more scales than the one I wore.

A powerful surge of energy erupted.

The giant in the black dragon robe thrust his fist forward sharply, as though facing an enemy directly before him.
The formless aura contained within his fist trembled along the flow of the Heavenly Martial Way.

‘Surely not….’

I watched the giant’s back as he unfolded his fist technique, swallowing hard.

‘Ogram?’

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