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Chapter 26: The Victory of Bloodline (1)
Kwon Hanul stood frozen for a mont.
Fortunately, this wasn’t his first ti experiencing sothing like this, so he quickly regained his composure.
He opened his status window to check his bloodline.
Black Dragon Bloodline:
Grade: SSS
Purity: True
Effect: Grants the power of a dragon.
Healthy Bloodline:
Grade: S
Purity: True
Effect: Enhances physical health.
Genius Bloodline:
Grade: S
Purity: True
Effect: Enhances intelligence.
Shura Bloodline:
Grade: SS
Purity: True
Effect: Instills the essence of a Shura within the body.
???
Grade: ???
Purity: ???
‘…It multiplied again.’
The mysterious ??? Bloodline remained, just like last ti. This ant there was a high probability that another bloodline would manifest in the future.
"What exactly is happening to my body?"
A bloodline, by definition, is sothing a person can have only one of. If soone possessed more than one, their body would collapse, leading to death.
Even in the rarest of cases, where a miracle allowed a person to have two, that would already be considered an anomaly.
But possessing five bloodlines, like Kwon Hanul? That simply shouldn’t be possible.
‘My father belonged to the Hyukcheon Clan. Could there be sothing on my mother’s side?’
Or perhaps there was sothing unusual on his father’s side as well—or both.
‘Once this is over, I need to investigate my parents’ history.’
For now, Kwon Hanul decided to put his concerns about his bloodline aside.
He needed to focus on preparing for the group match against the i Clan.
That was when a thought crossed his mind.
‘The i Clan doesn’t have any True Blood, do they?’
Unlike the Healthy Bloodline and Genius Bloodline he had obtained earlier, the Shura Bloodline originated from the prestigious i Clan.
And now, he had awakened the True Shura Blood?
This might be a far more significant event than he had initially realized.
The captain’s announcent over the intercom interrupted Kwon Hanul’s thoughts.
"We will be landing shortly."
* * *
Sowhere in Hangzhou, China.
A large airplane descended onto the runway.
The mont the door opened, soone bolted out as if they had been waiting for this exact mont.
“Haha! It’s been a while since I’ve been here!”
The first person to step off the plane was Kwon Myung-woo.
Forgetting that he was now in the heart of the i Clan’s territory, Kwon Myung-woo confidently strode forward.
Behind him, mbers of the Hyukcheon Clan disembarked one after another—including Kwon Hanul.
He glanced around.
Just like the Hyukcheon Clan had turned their holand into their domain, the i Clan had done the sa with Hangzhou.
The key difference was that while the Hyukcheon Clan’s architecture was built around traditional Korean hanok, the i Clan had fully embraced modern buildings.
From a distance, a voice spoke in Chinese.
“Welco. You must have had a long journey.”
Looking up, Kwon Hanul saw a group of people dressed in traditional Chinese robes standing before them.
As Kwon Myung-woo approached, the rest of the Hyukcheon Clan followed suit.
Now, the i Clan, clad in red traditional robes, and the Hyukcheon Clan, dressed in black suits, stood facing each other.
“We, the i Clan, sincerely welco the Hyukcheon Clan!”
A middle-aged man at the center shouted.
Despite speaking in Chinese, Kwon Hanul understood him perfectly.
Thanks to the translation skill he had acquired before arriving.
Ears and Eyes Open
Quality: Unique (A)
Effect: Allows the user to comprehend foreign languages and written text.
(However, subtle nuances may not be perfectly understood.)
Though not as rare as spatial abilities, translation skills were still considered highly valuable.
However, within the Hyukcheon Group, acquiring translation skills was as simple as requesting them.
“i Tian! The head of the i Clan personally ca to greet us? What an honor!”
“Of course! It is only right for the host to welco esteed guests.”
The atmosphere seed friendly, but Kwon Hanul quickly realized that was just an illusion.
“Though I must say, I did not expect Hyukcheon’s Strongest Fist to accompany you. Were you so afraid to step into the i Clan’s territory that you brought him along? To think the mighty Hyukcheon would act so cowardly!”
i Tian, the head of the i Clan, provocatively smirked.
Kwon Myung-woo responded with a grin of his own.
“If I were scared of the i Clan, I wouldn’t have bothered coming. I only ca because I was bored.”
Despite their harsh words, both n continued to smile.
Just then, a man stepped forward from behind i Tian.
“You’re still as arrogant as ever.”
Kwon Myung-woo’s eyes sharpened.
“i Rong. So even the Greatest Sword of the Central Plains is here.”
“I’ve told you before—it’s Best Sword of China now.”
“Claiming to be China’s greatest while you’ve never beaten ? That’s bold.”
i Rong, the so-called "Best Sword of the Central Plains."
Kwon Hanul had heard his na many tis.
If the Hyukcheon Clan had Kwon Myung-woo, then the i Clan had i Rong.
However, just like the gap between the two clans, the gap between these two n was vast.
For decades, i Rong had never once defeated Kwon Myung-woo.
‘So this is the i Clan…’
Kwon Hanul slowly observed the mbers of the i Clan.
He had heard many stories about them, but this was the first ti he was seeing them in person.
There was a saying that touching their skin would leave behind traces of white sand—a testant to their pale, delicate complexions.
Among them, several were glaring at the Hyukcheon Clan with open hostility.
‘Those must be the i Clan’s representatives.’
There were exactly three of them—two n and one woman—all radiating confidence.
‘Except for the woman.’
Unlike the others, she felt out of place.
Although she harbored hostility, it didn’t seem directed at the Hyukcheon Clan.
More than anything, she looked forlorn—as if she were carrying an overwhelming burden.
‘Not my problem.’
Just as Kwon Hanul brushed the thought aside, i Tian turned to Kwon Myung-woo.
“For our esteed guests, I have prepared a grand banquet. Would you care to join us?”
“Oh, that sounds great! I was just getting—”
“Wait a mont!”
A voice interrupted as Kwon Mi stepped forward.
“I am the one in charge of this group match, not Uncle Myung-woo! You should be asking !”
i Tian raised an eyebrow and glanced at Kwon Myung-woo, who simply folded his arms and stepped aside.
“My apologies, then. What would you like to do?”
“We appreciate your hospitality, but we don’t have ti for a banquet.”
Kwon Hanul imdiately understood Kwon Mi’s reasoning.
She had no intention of eating food that may have been tampered with by the i Clan.
“Then what do you propose?”
“We didn’t co here for diplomacy. I suggest we begin the group match imdiately.”
The i Bloodline mbers visibly reacted.
“So soon after arriving? Surely, you must be exhausted from your travels.”
“We’re fine. We had plenty of ti to rest on the plane.”
A grin spread across i Tian’s lips.
“Very well. Then let’s begin.”
“Ugh… Urgh… My stomach hurts…”
Kwon Jiseok clutched his stomach with a pale face.
Seeing this, Kwon Hanul asked incredulously, “Do you have stress-induced gastritis or sothing?”
“S-So what if I do? W-What are you gonna do about it?!” Kwon Jiseok snapped, but his usual forcefulness was absent.
‘Now I get why Great Uncle said he had the makings of a leader—only when he wasn’t nervous.’
Perhaps this was the reason he had been the last among the brothers to receive permission to form a team.
If gastritis had held him back at critical monts, it made sense.
“Then let’s send both vanguards forward,” i Clan’s leader said.
“Understood.”
At those words, Kwon Mi shot Kwon Hanul a deadly glare, as if to say, If you lose, I won’t let this slide.
Kwon Hanul opened his subspace, reached inside, and pulled out a pair of gloves.
To ensure fairness in this team battle, the Hyukcheon Clan and the i Clan had agreed to craft and distribute equipnt using only pre-designated materials.
These gloves and greaves were the result of that agreent.
“Wait… Is that a subspace?”
Kwon Jiseok, standing nearby, exclaid in shock. Kwon Hanul responded casually.
“Yes, it is.”
“No way… I couldn’t even get one because no one was selling it. Where did you get it?”
“The Chairman gave it to .”
At that, Kwon Jiseok’s face went blank with disbelief.
“G-Grandfather just gave you a subspace skill? That cold-hearted man? No… That’s impossible.”
Ignoring him, Kwon Hanul stepped onto the dueling ground.
On the opposite side, i Chau, the i Clan’s vanguard, ascended as well.
i Chau rotated his sword several tis in the air, loosening his wrist.
With each swing, thin lines appeared on the ground—his aura’s sharpness was chillingly intense.
“Hey, Black Worm!”
Suddenly, i Chau shouted.
Black Worm?
At first, Kwon Hanul was confused, but he quickly realized it was a derogatory term ant to insult the Hyukcheon Clan.
“Let give you so advice. You’d best give up now.”
i Chau’s voice brimd with confidence.
“You and I are different. My father is the Greatest Sword.”
Hearing that, Kwon Hanul couldn’t help but scoff. No matter how prestigious a bloodline, it was still just a pureblood lineage.
And yet, he dared to boast about that to him—a trueblood.
“Spout nonsense all you want, but don’t cry when you get beaten.”
Kwon Hanul had no ti to humor i Chau’s drivel.
The thrill of battle surged through his body. He wanted to unleash his power—to show it.
“You little—!”
i Chau’s eyes turned vicious, but at that mont, the i Clan’s leader called out.
“Both sides, move to the far ends!”
The dueling ground was oval-shaped.
Kwon Hanul and i Chau each moved to their respective ends.
As he reached his position, i Chau appeared small in the distance.
Kwon Hanul slipped on his gloves, feeling an unusual energy settle within them.
Even my gloves are affected by the Shura Bloodline?
Briefly surprised, he quickly adapted.
He clenched and unclenched his fists. The gloves had already been lightweight, but now, they felt as if he weren’t wearing anything at all.
“Begin!”
At the i Clan leader’s signal, i Chau assud a stance and let out a battle cry.
“Haaah!”
It was his way of psyching himself up before combat.
But it was too late. Far too late.
Kwon Hanul had already finished his preparations before the signal had even dropped.
He bent his knees. The air around him began to swirl.
A power obtained after subjugating the Demon Marquis, Vernak.
That power summoned a violent gale. The winds compressed beneath Kwon Hanul’s feet, ready to explode at any mont.
“What the hell is that?”
“Wind? Since when did the Hyukcheon Clan have techniques like that?”
The i Clan’s bloodline mbers murmured anxiously at the unusual sight.
A black aura erupted from Kwon Hanul’s body, clashing against the Monarch’s winds in violent resistance.
Using that force as an explosive catalyst, he kicked off the ground.
The floor shattered. His body shot forward like a bullet.
The winds propelled him. Each ti his foot struck the ground, the Dragon Demon Aura detonated beneath him, accelerating his speed.
“W-Wait, what?!”
i Chau’s face twisted in shock.
Kwon Hanul reached him before he could even process the situation.
Panic-stricken, i Chau floundered, unable to decide what to do.
In that mont, Kwon Hanul struck.
A full-force punch.
i Chau barely managed to tilt his blade horizontally in an attempt to block.
Gloves and sword clashed.
And Kwon Hanul saw it.
The Shura energy within his gloves—shattering the Shura energy within i Chau’s sword.
The blade crumbled into pieces.
His fist, unchecked, slamd into i Chau’s torso.
The impact sent him hurtling out of the dueling ground, straight into the outer wall.
The wall exploded upon impact, sending a massive cloud of dust into the air.
When the dust settled, i Chau was revealed—battered, embedded into the wreckage.
The match had ended with a single decisive blow.
Silence blanketed the dueling ground.
Kwon Hanul dusted off his hands and muttered, “Too easy.”
A beat later, the i Clan’s bloodline mbers erupted in shock.
“D-Did i Chau just lose?”
“The heir of i Rong… lost?”
“W-Who the hell is that Hyukcheon Clan mber?”
Less than ten seconds had passed since the match began.
Even the spectators, who had been watching from a third-party perspective, struggled to accept what had just happened.
“Hahahaha! Yes! That’s what I’m talking about! What did I say? That kid was the perfect choice for vanguard!”
Amidst Kwon Myung-woo’s roaring laughter, Kwon Hanul stepped off the dueling ground.
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