Bloodline is Everything - Chapter 110

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【Bloodline is a Thug Chapter 110】

110. Pending (3)

The next day, Kwon Han-ul boarded a plane heading to the Hukcheon Estate.
“Ugh, what’s all this fuss about Mei Xiao or whoever?”
Kwon Myung-woo voiced his complaints, clearly displeased with how hastily the schedule had been arranged.
Joo Ha-yeon set down a teacup before him and asked.
“Are you really that dissatisfied, sir?”
“Of course. I was finally going to have some fun with this brat, but it’s all gone to waste.”
Kwon Han-ul, sitting nearby, spoke with an exasperated tone.
“I’m still young, sir. Fun, you say?”
“From what I can see, you’re still very much a child.”
“Considering the age difference between you and me, that would be accurate.”
“You brat, what makes you think that’s what I meant?”
Kwon Myung-woo clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
“I was planning to teach you the joy of spending money on someone like you.”
Kwon Myung-woo kept fidgeting with the mask.
It was the same mask he’d been wearing throughout Mystery City. He seemed quite reluctant to let it go.
“Kwon Han-ul, sir. Please have some tea.”
“Ah, thank you.”
Kwon Han-ul accepted the cup Joo Ha-yeon offered and took a sip, glancing around the cabin.
‘The atmosphere feels rather gloomy.’
Kwon Hu-don, Mei Hong, and Gael Garsian were all scattered about, each lost in their own thoughts.
It didn’t seem like they’d quarreled. They simply appeared to have much on their minds.
‘The opponents they faced on the first day weren’t ordinary.’
While Kwon Han-ul had been fighting against the Sanchez Family bloodline, the other three had encountered formidable fighters as well.
All three seemed to regret not having achieved decisive victories.
As I pondered these thoughts while observing my companions, a question suddenly came to mind.
Kwon Han-ul turned to Kwon Myung-woo and asked.
“Small grandfather, sir. I have a question.”
“What is it?”
Kwon Myung-woo was about to remove his mask when—
“Why did the Chairman order you to help me?”
Kwon Myung-woo’s movements froze.

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“Are those Heukcheon worms aboard that aircraft?”
A man wearing an orange hood spoke.
Around him stood ten people wearing hoods of the same color.
“Yes, I’m certain. We obtained this information by coercing a high-ranking official in Mystery City.”
“You mean Mark Goldpixie. If the elders learn that we’ve made the Goldpixie Family an enemy through this operation, they’ll be furious.”
“It was unavoidable. Besides, it was the elders themselves who said we could do anything to obtain the Ancestor’s possession.”
The man still looked displeased, but he said nothing more.
“Shouldn’t we shoot down the aircraft before it flies any further?”
At Maria Sanchez’s question, the man spoke again with a worried tone.
“I’ll follow your orders, Miss, but… this is a civilian area. If we cause a disturbance here, the situation will escalate.”
Just as the man pointed out, residential buildings lined the surroundings.
If a battle broke out here, civilian casualties would be inevitable.
“My, how you’re acting like a child all of a sudden. Are you really the Kan Sanchez I know?”
Kan Sanchez.
If one were to list the bloodline members of the Sanchez Family by ability, he would undoubtedly claim the top position.
One of the few absolute beings in the world.
Those wearing hoods identical to his were the Sanchez Family’s elite unit, known as Dentes de Leao.
“That can’t be. I was merely asking to be certain.”
Kan Sanchez spoke casually. He was merely asking to be sure, but Kan Sanchez himself had little interest in the lives or deaths of ordinary people.
“Then I’ll commence the operation.”
With those words, Kan Sanchez unleashed his power.

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Cough.
Kwon Myung-woo coughed. He was so startled that he didn’t even think to remove his mask, just stared at Kwon Han-ul.
“H-how did you figure that out?”
“I just took a shot in the dark. Looks like the Chairman really did ask you to do this.”
At those words, Kwon Myung-woo’s expression went blank.
“You, you dare deceive me?”
“Deceive? Call it leading questioning, if you will. I had my suspicions, but without concrete evidence, I couldn’t be sure.”
Kwon Myung-woo let out a groan.
“At my age, falling for such word games. When did you start suspecting me?”
“From the beginning. You said you came to help because my opponent was too strong. But you’re not the type to meddle in other people’s fights, are you, Uncle?”
Kwon Han-ul didn’t have a complete understanding of Kwon Myung-woo.
But this much he could say with confidence.
Kwon Myung-woo was not someone who interfered in others’ battles.
“So I thought you must have been asked by someone else. But there’s only one person with enough authority to make such a request of you, Uncle.”
Who else could move the First Kwon of Heukcheon?
Only Kwon Seon-woo, the Chairman of the Heukcheon Group and the patriarch of the Kwon Family.
“To be honest, I was skeptical myself. The Chairman doesn’t seem like the type to help others.”
Kwon Seon-woo was not someone who helped others.
Rather, he was the kind of man who would push people further into crisis under the guise of judging their worth.
And there was another reason.
“I thought the Chairman disliked me. So why would he ask such a thing of you, Uncle?”
Kwon Myung-woo scratched his head. His expression showed he was quite troubled.
“That’s not something I can speak about freely. But this much I can answer with certainty. Your father doesn’t dislike you.”
“That can’t be. My father…”
“Yes, your father Kwon Cheon and your father weren’t on good terms. But that was…”
Kwon Myung-woo paused for a moment.
“It’s not something I should speak about carelessly. It would be better to hear it directly from him.”
Kwon Han-ul had no desire to end the conversation here.
Then, suddenly, Kwon Myung-woo’s expression changed.
“…The Sanchez Family. These bastards have truly lost their minds.”
Kwon Han-ul could feel it too. The tremendous magical power emanating from outside the plane.
Kwon Han-ul quickly pressed himself against the window. Something appeared from the direction of the harbor where the plane had departed.
Astonishingly, it was a giant.
A giant formed from swirling clouds of pale mist clenched its fist.
The giant slowly began to extend its fist. The fist accelerated faster and faster, then reached the plane in an instant.
“Everyone, brace yourselves!”
As Kwon Myung-woo’s cry rang out, the giant’s fist shattered the plane.

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“As expected, not a single one is dead.”
As Kan Sanchez withdrew his power, the colossal giant made of energy vanished in an instant.
“Not a single one? What about the crew members?”
“It appears there’s quite a skilled individual among them. They managed to protect all the crew members even in this situation.”
Kan Sanchez’s gaze tracked something, shifting gradually as he followed its movement.
The skilled individual he’d just mentioned was traversing the empty air with each step.
Both arms cradling the crew members protectively.
I wanted to see his face, but unfortunately he wore a mask.
“I’ll handle that man. Miss, you should retrieve the item.”
“Very well. Ah, what about the Dentes de Leao members?”
“I’ll have them stand by here. Call for me if things become dangerous.”
At those words, Maria Sanchez let out a soft laugh.
“You’re joking, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
With that, Kan Sanchez disappeared in pursuit of the masked man.
Once Kan Sanchez vanished, Maria Sanchez turned to regard the other clansmen.
They were the bloodline members who had entered Mystery alongside her.
“Let’s move as well. Each of you pursue one of them. And…”
Maria Sanchez pointed her thumb downward as she spoke.
“Make sure you kill them.”

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“Damn bastards.”
As I lowered the unconscious flight attendants onto the grass, I spat out a curse.
“How dare they touch the Heukcheon. They must have a death wish.”
Just moments ago, the airplane I was piloting bore the emblem of the Hukcheon Estate.
To attack knowing that—it was tantamount to declaring war on Heukcheon.
“I wonder if the others made it out safely.”
The moment the plane was destroyed, my companions scattered in all directions.
I wanted nothing more than to search for them immediately, but the flight attendants were still here with me.
“First, I need to get these people to safety…,”
The sound of someone landing reached my ears.
I turned my head and saw a man wearing a crimson headwrap.
“So it was you.”
The moment I saw him, I understood. This was the one who destroyed the airplane.
“That’s right. It was me.”
“You’re young, but your words are rather curt.”
The man wasn’t particularly young himself. But from my perspective, he was considerably younger.
“We’re about to kill each other anyway. There’s no point in standing on ceremony.”
“Manners are wasted on the Sanchez Family, I see.”
I turned my body fully to face him and asked.
“What’s your name?”
“Kan Sanchez.”
Ho.
I let out a short exclamation of recognition.
“So you’re the young upstart who succeeded Leonardo Sanchez as the leader.”
At the mention of the previous leader’s name, Kan Sanchez’s brow furrowed slightly.
His composure seemed far too relaxed for the situation.
“And what’s your name?”
“You don’t know me? Ah, I suppose you can’t recognize me with this on.”
I raised my hand and removed the mask covering my face.
The moment Kan Sanchez saw my face, his complexion turned ashen.
“…W-w-what? Heukcheon’s First Fist?”
I bared my fangs and spoke with a savage smile.
“Now do you understand who you’ve touched?”
The light drained from Kan Sanchez’s face.
“I’m giving you a chance. Take your bloodline relatives and leave right now.”
Deep conflict flickered across Kan Sanchez’s expression.
“Everyone, come to me!”
Suddenly, Kan Sanchez let out a roar that echoed in all directions.
Moments later, people wearing crimson headwraps like Kan Sanchez’s gathered at this location.
I examined them with an expression of interest.
“Dentes de Leao? You’ve even brought the Sanchez Family’s strongest unit. I’m curious what you’re scheming.”
Even after recognizing the unit’s identity, Kwon Myung-woo’s face showed no sign of tension.
Rather, the faces of Kan Sanchez and the other unit members hardened visibly.
“Calling them here means… you’re willing to face me directly?”
Kwon Myung-woo gathered his energy. The momentum he’d been suppressing all along erupted explosively.
“Don’t expect to walk away alive.”

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Landing on the ground wasn’t particularly difficult.
Kwon Han-ul quickly sharpened his senses to locate where the others had scattered.
But before he could, a man fell from the sky. He radiated a chilling murderous intent.
It was a face I’d never seen before, yet I knew who he was. I’d encountered someone with that build recently.
“Are you a bloodline relative of the Sanchez Family I saw in the Underground Arena?”
“Thanks for recognizing me.”
The man twisted his lips into a smile. I mirrored it exactly.
“Allow me to introduce myself properly. I’m Marcos Sanchez.”
Marcos Sanchez.
After the clash with the Sanchez Family, he was one of the notable figures Joo Ha-yeon had warned me about.
Among the currently active bloodline members of the Sanchez Family, he possessed unparalleled strength.
But I wasn’t particularly curious about his name.
“Right, Marcos Sanchez. Why did you appear before me?”
“That’s an obvious question. Obviously, to take revenge.”
“One loss isn’t enough for you?”
At those words, Marcos Sanchez’s eyebrows twitched.
“Arrogant bastard. Back then, I had to hide my identity, so I couldn’t even use half my true power. But now it’s different!”
The muscles covering Marcos Sanchez’s body swelled up.
It looked as though he’d donned armor made of pure muscle.
Forceful Amplification
There was a saying that while the Black Dragon Bloodline had Primal Technique, the Superhuman Bloodline had Forceful Amplification—a signature ability representing the Superhuman Bloodline.
“You seem to understand what this is. You’ve researched the Superhuman Bloodline quite thoroughly, haven’t you?”
“To some extent.”
“Then you must also know what kind of ability this power possesses.”
Of course I did.
Explosive increase in physical capabilities. And defensive power to withstand external attacks.
It was literally no different from armor forged from muscle itself.
“Now I’ll show you my true strength.”
Marcos Sanchez bent his knees. The swollen muscles contracted.
The moment he straightened his legs, the muscles expanded. Marcos Sanchez’s body became a bullet and shot toward me.
A charge so brutally simple it was almost crude.
I channeled all that momentum into a punch aimed at Kwon Han-ul.
In that instant, Kwon Han-ul’s hand moved.
Mystical Dragon Ascension Art, Basic Form
Guardian Strike Technique, Claw Angle
Kwon Han-ul swept his forearm to block Marcos Sanchez’s punch.
A harsh sound rang out as Marcos Sanchez’s fist was deflected away.
Bewilderment flashed across Marcos Sanchez’s face. He never expected his full-power attack to be blocked so effortlessly.
“You were suppressing your strength to hide your identity?”
At the voice from nearby, Marcos Sanchez lifted his head.
“So was I.”
Kwon Han-ul took his stance. He clenched his fist and aimed at Marcos Sanchez’s solar plexus, twisting his waist as he drove the punch forward.
Mystical Dragon Ascension Art, Basic Form
Resonance Strike Technique, Spiral Wave
Kwon Han-ul’s punch pierced into Marcos Sanchez’s solar plexus.
The released dragon qi swept across the ground.

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