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Chapter 27: The Victory of Bloodline (2)
"Wait!"
A powerful voice rang out, stopping Kwon Hanul in his tracks just as he was about to leave the arena.
Turning around, he saw a figure standing tall in the waiting area—the renowned "Greatest Sword," i Rong.
"That was truly an impressive duel. Your skills are indeed worthy of the Hyukcheon’s reputation."
Despite the praise, i Rong’s eyes glead with killing intent.
It was only natural. His son had suffered a humiliating defeat—one that hadn’t even lasted ten seconds.
To make matters worse, this disgrace would forever stain the honor of the i Clan.
"As much as I’d like to simply congratulate you on your victory, it’s difficult for to do so as a warrior representing the i Clan. This incident will undoubtedly be a major blemish on our family’s legacy."
i Chau, the son of the i Clan’s greatest swordsman, had been defeated the mont the duel began.
And in just a single strike.
If word got out, the i Clan would beco the laughingstock of the martial world.
"That’s why I hope you’ll allow us a chance to make ands."
Kwon Hanul narrowed his eyes. Just how did he intend to do that?
i Rong then declared in a loud voice, "I, Greatest Sword, propose this to the Hyukcheon—why don’t we change the rules of the match to a winning streak format?"
Both the Hyukcheon Clan and the i Clan were shocked.
Kwon Hanul turned to i Rong and asked, "So you're saying that the victor stays in the ring and keeps fighting until they lose?"
"Exactly!"
Hanul let out a short, incredulous laugh.
For the prestigious i Clan to pull sothing this absurd…
It wasn’t hard to understand their reasoning, though.
They needed to defeat Kwon Hanul in the arena—any way they could—to salvage what little honor they had left.
"This isn’t a bad deal for you either," i Rong continued. "The fact that you’re standing here ans you thirst for glory as well."
If Hanul won against the remaining two opponents, his fa would skyrocket.
But if he lost? Then his victory over i Chau would be seen as nothing more than a fluke.
"Besides," i Rong smirked, "isn’t this still unsatisfying for you? I can tell—you’re itching for another fight."
He was right.
The battle had ended far too quickly. Hanul hadn’t even had ti to fully enjoy himself.
Just as he was about to respond, a sharp voice cut through the tension.
"Who gave you the right to change the rules?!"
All eyes turned to Kwon Mi, who was bristling with anger.
"This isn’t what we originally agreed upon! I won’t allow you to change the team battle rules on a whim!"
She sounded frantic. Hanul imdiately understood why.
She was anxious.
Her son was supposed to be the one in the spotlight. But right now, all attention was on Kwon Hanul.
"We will proceed with the next match as originally planned—"
"That sounds fun!"
A voice interrupted her. It was Kwon Myung-woo, standing beside her, laughing heartily as he clapped his knees.
"I never liked the idea of fighting one by one anyway. A winning streak format? Now that’s more like it! I love it!"
"S-Sir…?"
Kwon Mi tried to stop him, but Myung-woo ignored her.
i Rong wasted no ti.
"Then, we’ll consider it confird by the Strongest Fist of Hyukcheon himself."
With that, he turned toward the two remaining representatives of the i Clan.
"Now, who among you will step forward? Who will defeat the young dragon of Hyukcheon and restore the honor of the i Clan?"
"If you’ll permit , I’d like to do it!"
A young man shot to his feet. He was tall, his wavy hair framing a sharp, confident face.
"i Feng!"
"The future of the i Clan has arrived!"
"i Feng! i Feng!"
The i Clan erupted into cheers.
It was only natural.
That man—i Feng—was the son of the i Clan leader and the team’s captain.
"Oh? The captain himself is stepping in already?"
Kwon Myung-woo chuckled.
The captain was typically the strongest mber of a team.
And by all accounts, i Feng was more than qualified.
With nimble steps, i Feng entered the arena, offering Hanul a respectful fist salute.
"I appreciate you accepting our request. Your generosity is comndable!"
Unlike i Chau, i Feng was courteous.
"However, you’ve gotten a little too full of yourself—agreeing to this proposal so easily."
At least, outwardly.
"You only managed to defeat i Chau because you caught him off guard. That won’t work on ."
Then, he raised his voice for all to hear.
"You’ll soon regret not taking your cheap little victory and walking away!"
The crowd roared in approval. His popularity as a direct bloodline descendant was undeniable.
Kwon Hanul stepped into the arena, facing i Feng directly.
"Are both fighters ready?"
Both nodded in unison.
"Then—begin!"
i Feng gripped his crescent blade with both hands, assuming a stance.
A deadly aura surged forth, sharp enough to slice the air itself.
Hanul smirked. Yes—this was the kind of challenge worth crushing.
"You’re smiling?"
i Feng frowned, displeased.
"I’ll wipe that smirk off your face!"
i Feng charged forward, swiftly closing the distance before swinging his blade.
A wide arc cut through the air, the aura-infused edge slicing toward Hanul’s neck.
Just before it could reach him, Hanul shifted—his movent strangely effortless, as if he were being carried by the wind.
[The Authority of 'Monarch’s Wind' aids you!]
"Tch! So, you’ve picked up so fancy footwork sowhere!"
i Feng gritted his teeth and pressed the attack.
But no matter how skilled he was, one thing remained true—
You can’t cut the wind.
Not once did his blade so much as graze Hanul’s clothes.
The i Clan’s strongest techniques were completely useless against him.
"Stop running and fight properly!" i Feng finally shouted in frustration.
Hanul replied with a smirk, "Shall I?"
He had been planning to switch to offense anyway.
With a powerful step, he lunged forward and struck—his fist colliding with the shaft of i Feng’s crescent blade.
The shaft snapped like a twig.
i Feng’s face twisted in shock.
"H-how…?"
Now defenseless, his torso was left completely open.
Hanul stepped in and thrust his foot straight at i Feng’s solar plexus.
But just before the strike landed—
Twin blades materialized in i Feng’s hands. Crossing them in front of him, he blocked the kick.
With a heavy thud, he was sent skidding backward.
As Hanul narrowed his eyes, i Feng grinned.
"Breaking my weapon is useless. I’ve already prepared for that."
The weapons in his hands kept shifting—
From longswords to daggers, from daggers to throwing knives, from throwing knives to spears.
‘So this is what my granduncle was talking about… The i Clan’s special ability.’
On the way here, Kwon Myung-woo had explained—
The bloodline of the i Clan possessed a unique skill that allowed them to store and summon a vast arsenal of weapons at will.
Their specialty lay in wielding multiple weapons simultaneously.
"Now, allow to show you the true swordsmanship of the i Clan!"
i Feng let out a battle cry as he thrust his spear forward. Kwon Hanul dodged the attack using the Authority of Monarch.
In that instant, the spear suddenly vanished. Instead, a whip appeared in i Feng’s hand.
Without missing a beat, he swung the whip wildly. The sharp cracks of the whip slicing through the air echoed without pause.
Kwon Hanul took a large step back. Imdiately, shurikens ca flying toward him.
“As expected of i Feng! What an incredible assault!”
“Show that coward what real power looks like!”
“Avenge Lord i Chau!”
Cheers erupted from all sides, with criticism toward Kwon Hanul mixed in for good asure.
Hearing their voices, Kwon Hanul smirked.
They were gravely mistaken.
i Chau hadn’t lost because he was caught off guard or because of an unlucky opening.
He had lost simply because Kwon Hanul was overwhelmingly stronger.
“Take this!”
i Feng swung his axe down with all his might. Kwon Hanul didn’t dodge.
Instead, he clenched both fists tightly. Dragon Demon Aura surged through his entire body.
He t the descending axe head-on with his fist, infused with condensed Dragon Demon Aura.
“You’re insane!”
Even with gloves on, such an action was madness.
An axe was a weapon specialized in destruction. The sheer impact couldn’t be nullified with re gloves.
However—
At the mont of impact, the thing that shattered wasn’t his fist.
It was the axe.
“That’s impossible…”
i Feng swung the curved blade in his other hand.
Kwon Hanul struck it down with his elbow. The blade snapped like a brittle reed.
“Huh?”
i Feng stumbled back, drawing another weapon. But before he could even swing it, it was smashed apart by Kwon Hanul’s fist.
“Damn it!”
His face twisted in shock as he pulled out a third weapon.
At that mont, Kwon Hanul shifted his stance.
He spread his legs wide, grounding himself firmly. He pulled his tightly clenched fists to his waist.
From his heart to his fists—
Dragon Demon Aura swirled and gathered.
The mont the energy reached its peak, he unleashed a powerful punch forward.
Black Dragon Ascension Art: Basic Forn
Collapse Strike: Spiral Wave
His fist shot out in a straight line, slamming into i Feng’s torso. The unleashed Dragon Demon Aura struck deep inside his body.
“Gah…!”
With a scream, i Feng’s body was sent flying out of the arena.
Just like i Chau before him, he crashed into the wall.
But this ti, the impact wasn’t the sa.
The wall behind i Feng began to crack. Then, with a deafening noise and a cloud of dust, it collapsed entirely.
Through the gaping hole, the scenery outside was clearly visible.
Silence fell again—this ti, even longer than before.
Without waiting for the quiet to end, Kwon Hanul turned toward i Rong and shouted, “Next!”
i Rong’s face twisted.
“…Cough.”
Just then, a coughing sound broke the silence. The rubble shifted as i Feng slowly stood up.
His condition was horrific. The areas where Kwon Hanul had struck him were completely crushed, reduced to nothing but bloodied flesh.
“Cough, cough.”
The blood dripping from his lips was an ominous shade of dark red—evidence of severe internal injuries.
“You should just stay down.”
Kwon Hanul spoke casually.
“I held back at the last mont to keep you alive… But if you keep moving, you might actually die.”
“Sh-shut up!” i Feng gritted his teeth and shouted.
“The i Clan… does not lose! Especially not to you damned Hyukcheon bastards!”
He pulled out a spear once again. Then, without warning, he gripped the blade with his bare hand.
Kwon Hanul frowned at the unexpected self-inflicted wound.
i Feng’s blood soaked the spear’s blade.
And then—sothing changed.
The entire spear turned crimson.
It wasn’t just the color that changed. A chilling, ominous aura emanated from it.
Seeing this, Kwon Hanul muttered a single word.
“…Shura.”
Even Kwon Myung-woo had warned him to be wary of Shura-imbued weapons.
“You damned Black Worm! Now the real battle begins!”
The mont he unleashed Shura’s power, Kwon Hanul felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
His body instinctively warned him—he couldn’t take this lightly.
Underestimating this could be dangerous.
Just as he thought that, sothing caught his eye.
A longsword, lying on the ground.
One of the weapons i Feng had dropped during the fight.
Despite the fierce battle, the sword remained intact.
Kwon Hanul flicked it into the air with his foot and caught it.
Kwon Hanul swung the sword a few tis. It felt completely natural, as if he had wielded it for years.
“What the hell are you doing?”
i Feng looked at him in disbelief.
The battle wasn’t even over, yet he was suddenly testing out a sword?
Kwon Hanul playfully tilted the sword’s tip back and forth.
“I just thought I’d try this out.”
At those words, i Feng let out a short laugh.
“Hah.”
His laugh grew louder.
“Haha… Hahaha…!”
But soon, it turned into anger.
“You dare…! A martial artist from Hyukcheon… dares to wield a weapon against a descendant of the i Clan?!”
The Shura energy within his spear responded to his fury, blazing with even greater intensity.
“I’ll rip out your heart and devour it!”
i Feng raged so fiercely that it almost seed worrying.
“I wasn’t trying to disrespect you.”
“Don’t give that bullshit!”
“Well, if that’s how you see it, can’t be helped.”
Kwon Hanul summoned his Dragon Demon Aura.
A dense black aura engulfed the entire arena.
i Feng—and even the spectators—froze in shock.
“T-that can’t be… Is that Dragon Combat Aura?”
“That’s ridiculous… No matter how strong Hyukcheon is, how could he…?”
“The sheer amount… It’s like an entire lake pouring out all at once.”
Kwon Hanul focused all his Dragon Demon Aura into the longsword.
The energy naturally condensed into the blade.
The aura surrounding the sword grew even stronger.
i Feng’s face turned deathly pale.
“What do you think? With this, I should be worthy of testing my swordsmanship against the great i Clan, right?”
His voice was laced with mockery.
i Feng didn’t respond.
Instead, he silently adjusted his stance.
Kwon Hanul sensed it imdiately—he was preparing his ultimate technique.
He readied himself as well.
Since he knew nothing of swordsmanship, he chose to rely on the Black Dragon Ascension Art.
i Feng lunged, thrusting his spear forward.
The crimson aura split into hundreds of streaks, raining down like a storm of arrows.
Kwon Hanul adjusted his stance to unleash his sword technique.
Black Dragon Ascension Art: Basic Form
Shatter Strike: Surging Flow
Originally, it was a technique that released energy all at once to destroy everything in its path.
Even before executing the technique, he knew—this attack would decide everything.
He unleashed all the aura stored in his sword.
A black tidal wave swallowed everything.
“You… monster…”
Those were i Feng’s final words before he was completely consud by Dragon Demon Aura.
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