The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 687

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Chapter 687

I held my breath, my gaze fixed on Ogram’s back.

‘Why did he appear in my Mental World?’

Even though Ogram had taught me the Heavenly Fist, only swordsmanship was embedded in my Mental World. The martial arts I had mastered perfectly as a child didn’t exist here, so I couldn’t understand why he had appeared.
Even the martial arts techniques he had mastered perfectly in childhood didn’t exist in the Facility, so he couldn’t understand why he had appeared here.

Whoooosh!

From his refined movements, I sensed vast freedom. He appeared to be unleashing his full martial prowess.
In the orderly form, I felt a vast sense of freedom. It was as if I was unleashing my martial arts with all my might.

Raon swallowed hard and approached Ogram.

“What…?”

Ogram looked the same as when I saw him in the Sran Tribe Village. Except for one thing.

A gleam in the eye.

His eyes were desperate, as if he were fighting an enemy.

For the first time, I felt a desperation from Ogram, who had always possessed composure and confidence.

“Hmm.”

Raon bit his lip as he saw the desperation in Ogram’s eyes.

“Now is not the time to think about why that person is at the Facility.”

My instincts, which have saved me every time, tell me that if I miss this opportunity now, I’ll never see that form again.

He operated the Ring of Fire with utmost fervor. The eight rings that had been slowly rotating in midair suddenly resonated, drawing forth the concentration needed to reach the realm of ascension in an instant.

Whoooosh!

The fist wind extending from Ogram’s left fist drew in the winds of the Gwangpung Style, while the shockwave bursting from his right fist amplified the heat of the Manhwagong.

He wasn’t simply displaying his martial arts—he was demonstrating how to efficiently utilize the energy he possessed.

Boom!

Each time Ogram’s fist rose, the Mental World twisted. What formed that tremendous current was neither the destructive power of his fist technique nor the purity of his aura.

It was the Piercing Strike that seeped into the very edge of his fist strike.

‘Is this the true Piercing Strike?’

The more I watched, the more I could only say it was extraordinary.

The Piercing Strike I had learned from Ogram was a martial art that pierced through an enemy’s aura and delivered impact to their body.

But the Piercing Strike that Ogram was now displaying seemed to penetrate not just the aura, but the opponent’s very body as well.
In other words, it appeared to have no limits to what it could pass through.

I watched Ogram’s fist technique without missing a single moment, hoping to one day touch the pinnacle of the Piercing Strike.

When time—fleeting as an instant yet long as a year—had passed, Ogram’s movements suddenly changed.

Thud!

Ogram began stepping with his footwork as if a real enemy had appeared before him, unleashing fist strikes.

‘Dodging to the right, then the Hundred Palm Strike. This time charging straight ahead—still the Iron Emperor Fist?’

He wasn’t fighting as if an enemy had appeared.

‘He’s truly fighting against an opponent.’

I couldn’t tell who he was fighting, but Ogram’s movements were different from when he was simply demonstrating fist strikes—he was engaged in a one-on-one battle with someone.

As if an invisible opponent had launched a tremendous offensive, Ogram bent his waist with his fists clenched.

He extended his fist by operating the Piercing Strike at its peak. The flow of aura that pierced through all things split heaven and earth.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

Even as Ogram was certain of victory, he remained vigilant, pouring all his focus onto his opponent.

‘This is won.’

Just as I thought it was all over, a pitch-black blade erupted from Ogram’s left side, tearing his arm clean off.

‘Demonic energy…?’

The dark aura dwelling in that black blade was not unfamiliar to me.

‘No, that’s the aura of death.’

What severed Ogram’s arm was not demonic energy, but the aura of death I had felt before Sword Master’s Tomb.
It was unmistakably the aura Derus Robert had been concealing.

Despite the shock of the ambush, Ogram did not cease his battle. He minimized his evasion and began a one-on-two engagement.

He was a formidable warrior even among Transcendents, but he could not withstand the assault of two opponents.

In the end, the aura of death spread like a spider’s web, trapping Ogram within it.

Raon’s lips trembled as he watched Ogram sink into the darkness.

‘What in the world is this….’

As I struggled to comprehend the situation, the Mental World began to crumble.
It meant my time here was running out.

‘Could it be….’

Rather than watching the Mental World collapse, I bit my lip as I stared at the space where Ogram had vanished.

‘Has something happened to the real Ogram?’

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“Huff… huff….”

Garona pressed forward, his breathing ragged and labored. He carried the Sran Tribal Chief on his back, and despite his own grievous wounds—blood spilling from his lips with each step—he refused to stop moving.

‘I have to keep going….’

If I stop even once, my legs won’t carry me anymore.

The Strange Being in the crimson robe that had blocked the path was formidable. Though not an Apostle, it wielded power that surpassed even them, and with every exchange of blows, I brushed against death countless times.

Without the enlightenment of Gyeokhaemoo that I gained from my will to aid my master, my heart would have been pierced long ago, and I would have fallen cold upon the Battlefield.

“Ugh….”

The Sran Tribal Chief on my back groaned softly and tapped my shoulder.

“Garona. Leave me behind. You must survive….”

The Sran Tribal Chief, bleeding heavily, spoke through lips drained of color, urging me to abandon him.

“I cannot.”

Having already left Ogram behind, if I were to abandon the Sran Tribal Chief as well, I would lose all right to face myself in the future.
Better to collapse and die here than to commit an act unworthy of a warrior of the Beast Alliance.

The communication crystal was shattered, and the warriors and shamans following behind were too gravely wounded. I was the only one who could carry the Sran Tribal Chief.

“Why… why hasn’t the Alliance Master arrived?”
“Could it be that he fell to the White Blood Cult Master….”
“Hmm, at this point, there’s nothing else….”

The warriors of the Sran Tribe hung their heads, searching for Ogram. Even though considerable time had passed since the battle ended without his arrival, such thoughts were inevitable.

“Nonsense!”

The dying Sran Tribal Chief turned his head and roared.

“The Beast Alliance Master wouldn’t fall to some blood ghoul like that! He simply withdrew in a different direction to avoid drawing attention to himself!”

His voice carried conviction as he spoke of his unwavering faith in Ogram.

Garona bit his lip and nodded.

‘Yes. I have to believe….’

If we of the Beast Alliance didn’t trust our Alliance Master Ogram, who would?

Garona continued forward, pressing strength into his feet.

How much time had passed? Just as my breath was hanging by a thread, countless shadows rose over the darkening grassland.

At their center, the man riding the horse was a handsome young scholar—strangely out of place in this grassland.

“The Vice Alliance Master….”

Normally I would have frowned at the sight of him, but today he was more welcome than anyone.

“Vice Alliance Master!”

Garona stopped in his tracks and let out a cry that was half scream, half roar.

Crack!

The moment the Vice Alliance Master heard that sound, he vanished from his horse and appeared before Garona’s eyes—swift as a lightning flash.

“Garona!”
“Why are you so late?”

As Garona’s knees buckled and he began to collapse, the Vice Alliance Master caught him by the waist and held him up.

“What in the world happened?”
“Contact all of the Six Emperors at once….”

Garona’s suppressed emotions burst forth, his eyes reddening.

“My master is in danger!”

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“You’re asking me to believe that right now?”

Glen Zigheart furrowed his brow as he stared at the communication crystal.

[Ugh, this is frustrating.]

Chamber, the Grand Mage of Yeongwha, appeared in the crystal and shook her head.

[Even if I love joking around, would I lie about something like this? Huh?]

Chamber asked him to trust her, her delicate brow furrowed.
She had dropped her usual pretense and revealed her true nature.

“….”

Glen gazed intently at Chamber in the crystal before nodding.

“Then continue.”
[I’m not your subordinate! You know that, right?]
“I understand. Explain from the beginning.”
[Geez! Your entire family is unbearable except for Raon!]

Chamber glared at Glen and let out a long sigh.

[This is the last time. Listen carefully. When I heard that the White Blood Cult Master attacked the Chiran Tribe, Ogram rushed there alone. After that, Garona and the Sran Tribal Chief….]

She relayed to Glen the story she had heard from Garona and the Sran Tribal Chief.

[…and that’s how the information reached me. Of course, since I only heard it secondhand from Garona, I don’t know what happened inside the barrier.]
“Garona….”

Glen murmured Garona’s name. He remembered when Ogram had introduced Garona, mentioning that the child might become his successor someday.

“So that’s why Ogram hasn’t shown himself yet?”
[That’s why I contacted you too.]
“Hmm….”

Glen’s eyes narrowed. Ogram possessed such confidence in breaking anyone he faced that normally he would have come close and told them to watch.

The fact that he had told them to flee and remained hidden until now suggested it was the right judgment to assume he was dead.

‘Or perhaps he’s not dead—merely clinging to life.’

The White Blood Cult Master drank only the blood of the living to cultivate her blood essence.
If it were Ogram, he would be a magnificent delicacy she had never obtained before, so she would have absolutely kept him alive.

“Did you visit that location?”
[Yes. The place was filled with fluctuations left by a Transcendent. Traces of Ogram’s Fierce Destruction Technique and the White Blood Cult Master’s Blood Demon Guanyin remained intact. However, the black curtain that Garona mentioned was nothing special—just one of the ordinary silver veil spells.]

Chamber nodded calmly.

“Who won?”
[There’s no definitive trace. But what remained until the very end was blood essence.]
“I see….”
[This story is spreading faster than any rumor right now.]

Her eyes flashed with a blade-like chill.

[You understand what that means, don’t you?]
“…It means the balance of power is disrupted.”
[Exactly. This is quite a serious matter. No—it’s absurdly, ridiculously serious.]

Chamber clicked her tongue at length.

[The Yukhwanghoe will convene in a few days, so you must attend without fail. And….]

She lowered her eyebrows slightly.

[Think about what to do regarding Raon’s life-or-death duel.]
“….”
[Then I’ll see you at the meeting.]

Chamber waved her hand lightly and ended the communication.

“Hmm….”

Sheryl leaned her back against the pillar and exhaled a long breath.

“The Beast King lost to the White Blood Cult Master? I can hardly believe it.”

Her lips trembled as if she had never imagined such a thing could happen.

“There may be a difference in power, but in terms of compatibility, Ogram should have had the advantage….”

Roen seemed to share the same thought, his brow furrowing.

“Nothing has been confirmed yet.”

Glen shook his head calmly. Since it had happened only hours ago, it was too early to draw conclusions.

To be honest, I couldn’t believe—and didn’t want to believe—the fact that Ogram had lost to the White Blood Cult Master.

But since the incident had already occurred, I had to think about what came next.

“Is Raon still in cultivation?”

Glen turned his gaze toward Rimer, who sat silently.

“…Yes.”

Rimer’s brow was deeply furrowed, as if he too was thinking about Raon’s life-or-death battle.

“Sigh….”

Glen exhaled a low breath and nodded.

“Call him immediately once his cultivation is complete.”

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I lifted my eyelids roughly. I had trained in the Mental World countless times before, but this was the first time I’d awakened as though from a nightmare.

‘What in the world happened?’

Ogram appearing in the Mental World, him unfolding his fists to impart teachings, fighting someone and being pulled into the aura of death—it was all shrouded in mystery.

But one thing was clear: something had gone wrong with Ogram.

‘It felt like he was asking me to understand.’

The Ogram in the Mental World seemed less like he was asking for rescue and more like he wanted me to comprehend this situation.

[You have gained new enlightenment in the Mental World.]
[All sword technique levels increase.]
[All stats increase by 10 points.]
[Piercing Fist technique level increases significantly.]

As I tried to rise, messages materialized before my eyes—rewards earned from the experiences in the Mental World.

‘Wrath hasn’t woken yet.’

If Wrath had awakened, he would have thrashed about the moment he saw these messages. The silence suggested he was still asleep.

‘All sword technique levels increased….’

This seemed to be a reward for training while following the blades of Transcendents.
It was tantamount to saying my mastery of Ten Thousand Swords had risen—a growth more significant than anything else.

‘And Piercing Fist….’

By concentrating my entire focus on Ogram’s fist technique as he fought as though against an opponent, my mastery of Piercing Fist had naturally ascended.

But more valuable than the rise in proficiency was discovering that Piercing Fist could penetrate targets beyond just aura.

It seemed possible to weave the flow of Piercing Fist into the newly created Sword Realm.

‘No. This isn’t the time to think about that.’

They were certainly magnificent rewards, but there was something far more pressing to attend to now.

I opened the Training Ground door and stepped outside immediately.

‘Is it dawn?’

The Training Ground was deserted, with only the cool morning air drifting through it.

‘Of all times….’

As I furrowed my brow, thinking I’d timed this poorly, a rustling sound came from above the ceiling.

“You’re finally awake?”

Rimer’s face suddenly popped into view, his voice slightly hoarse as if he’d just woken from sleep.

“Vice Master Rimer?”

I blinked at Rimer in disbelief. It was hard to fathom that someone who was nowhere to be found even during the day would be here at dawn.

“Why are you here, sir?”
“Just because.”

Rimer shrugged as if it were nothing and descended to the ground.

“Actually, I’ve been waiting because I have something to tell you.”

He let out a long sigh and lifted his gaze.

“Something to tell me….”

I instinctively realized that what Rimer wanted to say was the same as what I needed to ask him right now.

“Ogram was defeated by the White Blood Cult Master.”
“Ah….”

My hands trembled involuntarily. If those words were true, then the Ogram I’d seen in the Mental World must have been a perfect reflection of reality.

“The exact circumstances are still unknown to anyone. But it’s certain that Ogram has gone missing.”

Rimer explained how the White Blood Cult Master and Ogram had collided.

“Is there any possibility that a third party was involved?”

I asked, recalling the aura of death that had blocked Ogram’s fist strike.

“According to Chamber, there were no traces of a third party.”
“….”

The absence of traces made me even more suspicious. Derus Robert would certainly leave no evidence of his involvement.

“So what I’m saying is….”
“Organization Master!”

I cut off Rimer’s words and lifted my gaze.

“We must go there.”
“There?”
“The place where Ogram and the White Blood Cult Master fought!”

Ogram in the Mental World gave me a look as if desperately wanting me to understand something. There was a high probability that some trace remained at the location where he had fought the White Blood Cult Master.

“Right now!”

Crimson lightning flashed across Raon’s eyes.

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