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Chapter_289
Nash’s heavy boots echoed as they struck the ground, each step sending a shiver through the atmosphere. Dressed in all black and wearing the eerie mask of the Smiling Grim-Reaper, he cut an imposing figure under the moonlight. His presence was unsettling, a shadow in the night that seemed to devour the space around him.
“Smiling Grim-Reaper? Wasn’t Nash supposed to be the one who’d come?” The Grim-Faced Juggernaut looked stunned, his confusion evident in his voice. Despite all the buildup, it had not yet occurred to them that Nash and the Smiling Grim-Reaper could be connected.
“Nash and the Smiling Grim-Reaper know each other, that’s why the Smiling Grim-Reaper showed up at the Zabel household!” The Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut spoke with a glum expression, his mind racing to piece together the puzzle. “It doesn’t matter who showed up. Since they’re here, they shouldn’t expect to leave Imperial Summer Manor alive!”
The Velvet-Thunder Juggernaut, the second most powerful figure in the Green Bamboo Association, stepped forward. After the death of the Nutcracker Juggernaut, he had become the leader of the group. His stance was unshaken, but there was an edge to his calm that betrayed his own uncertainty.
As Nash slowly walked toward him, all that could be seen was the mask — cold, unyielding, and morbidly oppressive. The tension in the air thickened, and the younger fighters couldn’t help but shudder. Even the Grim-Faced Juggernaut, who had seen countless battles, took a small step back.
The silence was suffocating. The only sound was the deliberate rhythm of Nash‘s footsteps, each one seeming to echo through the night and into the hearts of his adversaries.
A bead of sweat formed on Simon’s brow. His arrogance from before had vanished, replaced by raw fear. His eyes widened as he felt the weight of Nash’s presence.
“Nash didn’t dare to show up! Wimp!” Taka shouted, desperate to break the tension that hung in the air like a blade.
The words seemed to snap Xavier and Hugh back to reality. They had been caught in the same paralyzing fear, their bodies drenched in sweat.
“Smiling Grim-Reaper! Where’s your benefactor, Nash?” The Velvet-Thunder Juggernaut asked, his voice dripping with suspicion. He had long suspected that Nash was somehow connected to the Smiling Grim-Reaper, but this was the first confirmation that the two might indeed be separate entities.
Nash’s reply was a cold sneer. “You’re going to die anyway, so why does it matter who shows up?”
With a single fluid motion, Nash flicked his boot. A diamond-shaped bayonet shot from the side of his boot into his hand, gleaming under the moonlight with a bright, almost menacing red glow.
The suffocating evil energy that emanated from him immediately surrounded the Velvet-Thunder Juggernaut, almost tangible in its intensity. His expression shifted slightly, but being an expert from the Profound Reality Realm, he was quick to suppress the energy with his own will.
“Smiling Grim-Reaper… the Green Bamboo Association has no problems with you. Why are you here?” The Velvet-Thunder Juggernaut growled. His body hummed with suppressed power as he tried to gauge Nash‘s intentions.
Nash’s voice was laced with a mocking coldness as he responded. “The last person who said that doesn’t even have their remains anymore…” He didn’t bother bringing up the Young Family Village this time. Instead, his tone was an icicle slicing through the tension.
He wasn’t here for petty reasons.
“Furthermore, I’m the Smiling Grim-Reaper. I don’t need a reason to kill people…” His voice was so frigid that it made the air around them feel like it had frozen solid.
The Velvet-Thunder Juggernaut snorted, the tension in his stance easing slightly as he finally spoke. “**Alright… there’s no need for a reason! Today, we’ll find out how strong you are, Smiling Grim-Reaper!”
At his command, a terrifying spectacle unfolded. Figures poured out from the shadows in all directions, a flood of warriors from every corner of the estate.
A thousand and three hundred Inner Energy Experts surged forward, along with over two hundred Grandmasters and forty-eight Great-Grandmasters. Their collective strength was a terrifying force that could easily crush any ordinary opponent.
This was no mere gang. The Green Bamboo Association was the top underground force in Drakonia, a power so immense that even the Ministry of Diplomatic Security and the Top Ten Elite Families in Caption dared not provoke them.
The Velvet-Thunder Juggernaut’s voice rang out, filled with cruel certainty. “It doesn’t matter if you’re the Smiling Grim-Reaper or Nash. Either way, there’s nowhere for you to run.”
The gauntlet had been thrown down. The stage was set. The Green Bamboo Association was prepared to crush Nash — or whoever stood before them — in their pursuit of power and revenge.
And Nash, standing amid the encroaching darkness, was ready.