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Chapter 684
‘It’s not just Heavenly Tremor.’
Raon swallowed dryly as he glanced at the other swords passing by Heavenly Tremor.
‘There are swords of other Transcenders as well.’
The swords of Transcenders like Aris Zieghart and the Sword Demon Rector were freely roaming the air.
‘And that...’
Could it be Wrath’s Flower in the Snow?
Something transparent was cutting through the frozen sky. It seemed like Wrath’s Demonic Field Creation, tearing through space with an invisible sword.
‘I understand now.’
The swords floating in the sky are the sword techniques of the transcenders he has witnessed until now.
His martial power and the Ring of Fire have increased, and thanks to the effects of the holy elixir and holy fire, it seemed like the sword techniques he didn’t even know existed had surfaced in his mind (mental world).
Raon looked at the slowly rotating Ring of Fire and smiled faintly.
‘If Wrath saw this, he’d throw a fit.’
Thinking of Wrath grabbing his head, complaining about how unfair this was, naturally brought a smile to his face.
‘Let’s take a look.’
It’s impossible to fully make the sword techniques of these transcenders his own right now. He decided to examine the sword paths and resonated the Ring of Fire as much as possible.
‘The path of Heavenly Tremor is...’
The sky.
Glenn’s Heavenly Tremor was painting a sky darker than night. It was the Azure Sky Sword he showed Raon for the first time.
‘He said it was dark.’
Glenn had said that his Azure Sky Sword was dark and advised him to create his own Azure Sky Sword.
With a small smile, Raon turned his gaze to the intricate movements of the sword. It was Aris’ Void Spirit Sword.
‘Lady Aris’ sword is still free.’
Aris' Void Spirit Sword drew a free trajectory like its owner who left the family. It seemed like it was creating its own constellation.
‘And that sword is...’
Rector’s Demon Illusion Sword.
The Sword Demon Rector’s Demon Illusion Sword was straight. Despite containing versatile sword, it never lost its straightness.
He could feel the breath of a swordmaster who had walked a single path his entire life.
‘It's hard to believe that such a person betrayed us.’
No, there must be something.
Rector had two chances to kill him but withdrew himself. There was definitely a relationship between him and Sylvia that he didn’t know about.
As Raon exhaled a frustrated breath, a faint sword emerged next to the Demon Illusion Sword of the Sword Demon.
‘That’s...’
Sky Saint Sword?
Derus Robert’s Sky Saint Sword was also swirling in his mental world.
‘Well, I did see that sword.’
Since he was practicing the Fire Ring in his previous life as well, Derus' sword technique seemed to have remained in his mind.
However, since he hadn’t seen it as much as the others and his level with the Ring of Fire was lower, the sword was faint, as if buried in fog.
‘Still, I should take a look.’
Seeing it, even if faintly, was a world of difference from not seeing it at all.
‘Just familiarizing myself with it would greatly help me kill Derus in the future.’
‘Lastly...’
Raon smacked his lips as he looked at the invisible sword cutting through the blue ice.
‘It’s vivid despite seeing it only once.’
Perhaps because he felt the sensation of Wrath’s body directly, the invisible sword he created was vivid enough to rival Heavenly Tremor.
Moreover, it was easy to see because the movements resembled his own sword techniques and felt familiar.
‘He’s helping me even while sleeping now, after giving so much.’
He smiled faintly, thinking of the thoughts that would make Wrath have a seizure if he heard them.
‘This is a stroke of luck.’
He entered his mental world to create a new sword field, but it seemed like he would be able to return with more than that.
‘Three months.’
Raon followed the movements of Heavenly Tremor with Heavenly Drive and curled his lips.
‘I’ll use this time more efficiently than anyone.’
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Srrrrng.
The sound of a stone scraping against the dragon-engraved axe blade was chilling.
Roman Reycal, the owner of the red dragon axe and known as the Axe King, was still sitting by the river, sharpening the axe’s blade.
But there was one thing different from before.
No more pebbles could be seen around him.
Only fine sand filled the area without a single pebble. All the countless pebbles that used to fill the riverbank had turned into sand.
Chiiiiik.
Roman carefully picked up the last remaining pebble and sharpened the axe’s blade. It felt as if his body and soul were being sharpened with the blade, emitting an eerie aura.
When the sun rose and set and rose again, the pebble in Roman’s hand had turned into fine sand and sank down.
“Finally completed.”
Roman nodded after staring at the gleaming red blade of the Red Dragon Axe for a long time.
The word complete seemed to be directed not at the axe but at himself.
“Stop hiding like a rat and come out.”
He slung the Red Dragon Axe over his shoulder and jerked his chin backward.
Ssssss.
Through the rustling bushes, a young man with red hair stepped out. It was Beorn.
“You finally ground down all the pebbles.”
Beorn exhaled deeply as he looked at the riverbank devoid of pebbles.
“I never knew you could become so strong just by sharpening an axe blade.”
“That’s not something you should be saying.”
Roman narrowed his eyes as he looked at Beorn.
‘What does he do to grow stronger every time we meet?’
Beorn, already a Grandmaster, grew stronger every time they met.
It was an impossible rate of growth. If he hadn’t met Raon Zieghart, he would have thought Beorn was the continent’s only true genius.
‘I still don’t like him.’
Beorn’s red eyes were similar in color to Raon Zieghart’s, but their nature was different.
While Raon’s eyes burned with passion, Beorn’s eyes made him feel uneasy.
"Why have you come here?"
Roman openly frowned.
"I have some interesting news to share."
"Interesting news?"
"News about your opponent in the duel to death, Axe King."
Beorn nodded lightly.
"Are you talking about Raon?"
"Yes. He has been in the Holy kingdom of Schper..."
"Enough."
Roman waved his hand as if it were a bother.
"I already know without hearing. You’re going to say he saved the Holy kingdom of Schper from a crisis."
"How did you..."
"The Raon Zieghart I know isn't someone who causes problems but solves them. And..."
He twisted his lips, recalling Raon above his eyes.
"If he's my opponent, he should at least do that much. Keeping him alive was the best decision of my life."
"Do you really think so?"
Beorn narrowed his eyes, displeased.
"Raon Zieghart's growth defies reason. On the day of the duel, he might appear as strong as you."
He clicked his tongue briefly, saying he had given Raon too much time.
"Your vision is narrow."
Roman looked down at Beorn, furrowing his brow.
"The stronger the opponent, the stronger I can become. The duel to death has always elevated this slow learner to greater heights."
He bared his teeth, referring to himself as a slow learner.
"Yes. I also hope you win. If you lose, the vice leader won't sit idly by."
Beorn raised his eyes coldly, almost threateningly.
"Get lost with that nonsense. If he tries anything, I'll cut off his head even in death."
Roman emitted a chilling killing intent as if he would cut Beorn's throat right there.
"And never come to me again. If we meet again, I'll take it as a sign you wish to die."
"It seems I’m not to your liking."
Beorn smiled faintly.
"The duel with Raptor was a fair fight."
"You didn't just defeat Raptor, you crushed his spirit, deliberately. Was that really necessary for your former superior?"
"The South-North Union respects the strong. Isn't it a place where the strong decide everything?"
He shrugged nonchalantly.
"As a strong one, I tell you: leave now if you don't want to die."
Roman caressed the handle of his axe, as if holding back for the last time.
"...I will comply."
Beorn nodded with a calm gaze and disappeared into the forest.
Roman clicked his tongue and turned his gaze. He looked at the river where Raptor was buried and bit his lip.
"Foolish man..."
* * *
The training ground of the Sran Tribe.
"Isn’t it amazing?"
The Beast King Ogram of the Beast Union burst into a hearty laugh, holding a jar of liquor.
"He overwhelmed a mid-level (advanced) demon alone! Teaching him the Raging Sea was worth it!" (Rampage changed to Raging Sea)
He drank from the jar in one gulp, satisfied with Raon's achievements.
"Demon scum should be trampled, of course!"
Garona also nodded vigorously, proudly.
"He is my brother, after all!"
"Why haven’t you, his brother, improved?"
Ogram put down the jar and frowned.
"You’re still only grasping the basics of the Raging Sea."
"Ugh!"
Garona shrank his broad shoulders.
"It’s too difficult. I think I understand it in my head, but my body doesn't follow..."
"Pathetic."
Ogram said it was pathetic but smiled faintly, finding Garona endearing.
"Take your time learning. Everyone has their own path. Even if you lag now, you may lead someday."
"Then can I surpass my brother?"
"You know that’s nonsense, right?"
"Yes..."
Garona hung his head.
"Raon. That kid is different from anyone. Even at my age, I wouldn’t have kept up with him."
Ogram scoffed, saying no one among the current Six Kings could compare to Raon.
"Seems like I should go see it myself."
"Where to...?"
"Raon's duel to the death in a month. I'm usually not interested in the fights of the lower realms, but I think I might regret missing the duel between the Axe King and Raon."
"I want to go too!"
Garona raised his hand high.
"If you can continuously use the Raging Sea, I'll consider it."
"For my brother, I must do it!"
He clenched his fists, declaring he would see Raon's duel no matter what.
"Will you really?"
Ogram chuckled as he reached for a new jar of liquor.
"Leader!"
The leader of the Sran Tribe ran over, face pale.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Take it slow..."
"The White Blood Religion has attacked the Chiran tribe!"
"What?"
The jar in Ogram’s hand crumbled into powder.
"What nonsense is this!"
"It’s urgent news! The White Blood Religion leader himself is massacring people!"
The Sran tribe leader answered, his lips trembling white.
"Damn it..."
Ogram rose. A white energy emanated from his shoulders.
"W-wait a minute!"
The leader of the Sran tribe blocked Ogram, who was about to dash out.
"You can't go alone! Please wait for the elite warriors of the alliance!"
He shook his head, saying it was dangerous to go alone since the White Blood Religion leader herself had come.
"Then it will be too late!"
Ogram gritted his teeth.
"Have you already forgotten how the Kingdom of Sword was attacked by that woman? Even if we hurry now, I can't guarantee we can save them!"
The King of the Sword Kingdom, allied with the Beast Union, had been a friend since childhood. When Ogram heard the kingdom was under attack, he rushed there, only to find the mummified corpse of his dear friend.
"Now is our chance!"
The White Blood Religion didn’t seem to know he was here since he had been quiet within the Sran tribe for a while. He had to quickly move and cut off the head of that vampire woman.
"Then please at least take our warriors and shamans with you!"
"I will go too!"
The Sran leader and Garona bowed their heads, asking to be taken along.
"...I won't wait."
"Yes! We'll follow even if we're late!"
Ogram nodded to the Sran tribe leader and Garona, then stomped the ground. The earth split open with a massive crack as his body shot out like a brown flash of light.
* * *
Rumble!
Ogram gritted his teeth as he saw the village of the Chiran tribe in the distance. The village, nestled in the jungle, was ablaze. The screams of the tribespeople made his heart race as if it would burst.
"Damn it..."
The Chiran tribe was one of the larger tribes in the Beast Union, but there was little sign of life within. It seemed the vampires had already held a blood feast.
"Whew..."
He caught his breath and looked back. Garona and the warriors of the Sran tribe were nowhere to be seen. He left a signal to be cautious for their sake and entered the village.
Squelch.
His feet sank as if stepping in mud. The ground was soaked red with blood and corpses.
"Ugh..."
Ogram bit the tip of his tongue deeply to maintain his composure.
"Why is there still someone alive?"
A vampire who spotted him twisted his smile.
"Without pain I will..."
Bang!
The vampire charging at Ogram burst into a thin stream of blood.
"Huh?"
"What, what is that..."
"Could it be..."
The white blood fanatics drinking the blood of the Chiran tribesmen widened their eyes at the sight of Ogram.
"Vampire woman! Come out now!"
Ogram roared towards the White Blood Religion leader.
Roar!
An overwhelming energy exploded, quenching the flames that engulfed the village. The white blood fanatics around him collapsed, spraying blood.
"If you don't come out, I'll..."
"You're quite impatient."
A woman with black hair and black eyes appeared, her voice hazy as if sucking the soul. The red blood she stepped in turned white and dissolved as if purified.
Boom!
Ogram stomped the ground heavily. His punch, causing an earthquake, extended and crushed the White Blood Religion leader's head.