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The atmosphere in the room grew tense as the four Juggernauts faced the terrifying figure of the Smiling Grim Reaper. The stench of blood still lingered in the air, the red blade of the dagger casting a sickly glow in the dim light. Nash, the man in black, moved with a deadly grace, his every action sending shivers down their spines.
Howard could hardly believe what he was seeing. The Smiling Grim Reaper, a figure shrouded in myth and fear, was standing before them—his presence radiating with the power of someone who had witnessed and survived unimaginable horrors.
“You’re from the Young family?” Howard stammered, struggling to comprehend the situation. The massacre of the Young family had been deemed a massacre of legend, a story that had haunted Jonford for over two decades. To hear that someone from the very family thought to have been wiped out was standing before them—alive—was enough to shatter the reality they had known.
Nash’s response was chillingly calm. “Did the Youngs have any grievances when you slaughtered them?” The words hung in the air, as if Nash had been waiting for this moment for years, hungry for justice—or vengeance.
Howard shook his head in disbelief. “That’s impossible! There were no survivors! We… we wiped them out during their ancestor worship. The rule was that every family member had to stay in the village. There’s no way anyone could have survived.”
But Nash’s silence and the cold smile on his face only deepened the terror in the room. His very presence exuded an overwhelming sense of dread. The power he displayed in that instant—faster than any of them could react—made it clear that he was no mere assassin.
The floor trembled beneath their feet as Nash moved. With a single stride, he shattered the solid wood beneath him with his true energy, sending Howard flying backwards. It was as if the laws of physics had no hold over him. The Juggernauts, experienced fighters in their own right, barely had time to react as Nash danced through their attacks like a shadow.
Nutcracker Juggernaut, the leader of the group, was the first to strike back. He raised his leg in an attempt to kick Nash’s dagger away, but Nash’s speed was beyond anything they had encountered. Nutcracker’s punch sailed through the air, missing by mere inches as Nash dodged and countered with a quick, precise strike.
It was clear now—Nash was no ordinary fighter. His speed was that of someone in the later stage of the Profound Reality Realm, a stage above even the Juggernauts, who were formidable grandmasters themselves. The battle escalated rapidly, with each movement a deadly dance of power, speed, and precision.
Nutcracker Juggernaut’s fist crashed into the wall, leaving a hole the size of a bowl. But even that didn’t faze Nash. He was already moving again, his blood-red dagger flashing through the air, its trajectory aimed at Nutcracker’s heart. The dagger was so fast, it seemed like a streak of lightning.
In a desperate bid to survive, Nutcracker filled his hands with true energy, attempting to catch the dagger. But Nash was faster. In the blink of an eye, he was already beside Nutcracker, grabbing the dagger with one hand and striking at his throat with the other. The speed at which Nash moved was staggering, his blows landing faster than even the Juggernauts could follow.
Nutcracker, a seasoned fighter at the peak of his power, managed to evade Nash’s deadly claws just in time. But he was already at a disadvantage. His body twisted and flipped through the air, narrowly avoiding the savage attack aimed at his eyes. But Nash’s relentless assault showed no sign of slowing down.
Then, in an explosive burst of true energy, Nutcracker Juggernaut launched himself toward Nash with a speed that seemed to tear through the air. His eyes were filled with rage as he reached for Nash’s neck, his fist cocked and ready to strike.
The power behind his punch was overwhelming. Even though Nash had distributed his true energy to protect his face, the force of the blow sent him flying across the room, slamming into the wall with a sickening thud. The mask on Nash’s face shattered, revealing his true identity.
The room fell silent as the truth dawned on everyone present. Nash—the Smiling Grim Reaper—was none other than a surviving member of the Young family. His true identity, his hidden past, had just been unveiled. The same man who had tormented and killed without mercy was now exposed as the son of the very family that had been wiped out in the massacre.
Simon, standing off to the side, stared at Nash in shock, unable to process what he was seeing. “N-Nash…” he whispered, disbelief in his voice. He rubbed his eyes, as though trying to convince himself that his vision was playing tricks on him. But there was no denying it now. The Smiling Grim Reaper, the masked assassin of legend, was Nash—the sworn brother of the warden of the Northern Territory, a member of the Skye family in Capiton, and a miracle doctor who could restore life to the dying. He was more than just a killer—he was a living symbol of vengeance.
But the most chilling fact of all was that Nash had been a child when the massacre occurred. He was barely 23 or 24 years old, and yet, he had grown into a man with the strength, skill, and ruthlessness of someone far beyond his years. He was the ghost of the Young family, brought back to life to seek retribution on those who had destroyed his family.
As Nash slowly stood, wiping the blood from his lips, the air in the room seemed to grow colder still. The Juggernauts were no longer just fighting an assassin—they were fighting a living legend. And Nash was only just getting started.