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Chapter 6: The Bloodline’s Astonishnt (3)
An Apartnt in Seoul.
“You son of a bitch!”
Kwon Jiseok furiously hurled his smartphone. The device smashed against the wall, crumpling like a piece of paper.
“That lowborn bastard dares to ignore ?”
He couldn't suppress his anger. As soone born into the Hyukcheon Group, he had never suffered such humiliation. Most people bowed their heads before him without question.
“Master, please calm down. On a joyous day like today, there’s no need to let a nobody ruin your mood.”
The man sitting beside him attempted to soothe him. He was a mber of the Hyukcheon branch family, possessing the Inferior Black Dragon Blood.
“He's right. That ignorant fool isn’t worth your ti.”
A young woman placed a glass of water in front of Kwon Jiseok as she spoke. Like the man, she was also from a branch family, possessing Mixed Black Dragon Blood.
They weren’t the only ones. The five n and won gathered in the apartnt were all mbers of the Hyukcheon bloodline. But this wasn’t just a casual gathering.
“Instead of wasting ti on that guy, wouldn’t it be more productive to go over our plans again?”
Soon, Kwon Jiseok’s own team would be officially ford. The people gathered here were ant to be its core mbers.
“Master, you’ve always said that our true competition is Kwon Chan-seong.”
Kwon Chan-seong.
The eldest son of Kwon Hyuk, vice chairman of the Hyukcheon Group—and Kwon Jiseok’s older brother.
If Kwon Hyuk was expected to be the next leader of Hyukcheon, then Kwon Chan-seong was the most likely heir after him.
For Kwon Jiseok to claim his father’s seat, he had no choice but to surpass his brother.
“We spent all night reviewing our options. For our first dungeon raid, instead of choosing one in Seoul, we should—”
“Enough with that crap. Talk about it later.”
Crap?
The blood relatives' expressions stiffened.
The only reason they followed Kwon Jiseok was his ambition to claim the Hyukcheon throne.
But now he was dismissing the very plan that was ant to be the foundation of that ambition?
“I heard that bastard Kwon Hanul is entering the Dragon Sage Martial Archive. How far do you think he’ll get?”
Their expressions brightened.
They had thought Kwon Jiseok was being reckless again—but no.
He had co to a strategic realization: just as it was crucial to surpass his brother Kwon Chan-seong, it was equally important to keep Kwon Hanul in check.
And rightly so.
No matter how lowly Kwon Hanul’s background was, he possessed True Black Dragon Blood. That alone made him impossible to ignore.
“The martial vault doesn’t assess the purity of Black Dragon Blood. It grants skills based purely on individual talent.”
“Our research indicates that Kwon Hanul was nothing more than a third-rate Hunter outside.”
“Even if we’re generous, there’s no way he has any outstanding talent.”
The Hyukcheon family's secret martial art, Black Dragon Twelve Ascendant Techniques, was an SS ranked skill.
It consisted of:
-Three Entry Forms
-Six Fundantal Forms
-Three Advanced Forms
These twelve techniques were specifically designed to maximize the power of Black Dragon Blood.
The reason Hyukcheon’s bloodline was considered the strongest wasn’t just because of their lineage—but because of these techniques.
“He’ll definitely acquire the Entry Forms. At most, he might get one or two Fundantal Forms.”
“If he does, they’ll likely be the Force Strike and Chain Strike. Counter Strike is notoriously difficult to learn.”
The group began seriously discussing the matter.
The Black Dragon Twelve Ascendant Techniques beca exponentially stronger as one progressed through them.
Between two individuals of the sa bloodline, the one who had mastered more techniques was always stronger.
But Kwon Jiseok still looked displeased. Then, he pointed at one of the relatives.
“You. How many techniques did you get?”
“Uh… ? Well, I…”
His face turned bright red.
“…I barely managed to learn the Entry Forms.”
“Tsk.”
Kwon Jiseok scoffed in ridicule, making the man’s face burn even hotter.
“What about you?”
“I… I learned two Fundantal Forms!”
“And you?”
“I mastered both the Entry and Fundantal Forms.”
Gasps filled the room.
Even learning a single Fundantal Form was rare, yet he had mastered all of them? He was clearly a prodigy.
Yet, instead of being impressed, Kwon Jiseok’s expression remained sullen.
“So that’s all you’ve got to say?”
Annoyance dripped from his voice. The others glanced at one another in confusion.
“No one has anything else to add? Huh?”
One perceptive mber finally caught on.
“Master, may I ask—how many techniques did you acquire?”
The mont the question was asked, Kwon Jiseok’s expression softened.
“Ah, why ask about sothing like that?”
Despite his words, he was clearly pleased.
“I got the Entry Forms, the Fundantal Forms, and even one Advanced Form.”
“Really? That’s amazing!”
“Pfft, it’s nothing.”
The perceptive relative showered him with praise, and Kwon Jiseok burst into laughter, satisfied.
anwhile, the rest of the bloodline watched in silence, their expressions turning cold.
Now they understood.
Kwon Jiseok hadn’t brought up Kwon Hanul because he was truly concerned about him.
He only wanted an opportunity to flaunt his superiority.
And yet, just because he was pureblood, they were expected to follow him.
The weight of that reality settled over them, their faces darkening with unease.
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As soon as the ssage appeared, another window popped up.
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