Bloodline is Everything - Chapter 138

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【Bloodline is a Thug Chapter 138】

138. The Sovereign (1)

Everyone witnessing the scene was stunned.
The Blaga Family bloodline members, the servants, even the Black Flag Unit soldiers.
Who was Kwon Chan-seong?
A direct descendant of the Hukcheon Estate and designated successor-in-waiting.
His pedigree alone was extraordinary. The genius and prowess Kwon Chan-seong possessed were exceptionally rare even among the purebloods of Heukcheon across generations.
His name had already spread across the entire world—there was no one who didn’t know it. He was recognized as one of the absolute beings in both name and reality.
And yet that Kwon Chan-seong.
That very Kwon Chan-seong.
Had his face driven into the earth.
“This… damned… bullshit…”
Curses spilled from his lips—from Kwon Chan-seong himself.
Right now, I was grinding my teeth, exerting every ounce of strength to lift my prostrate body.
This body I’d cultivated for over twenty years. This flesh I’d poured my heart into tempering had never once betrayed my expectations.
Yet now this body was obeying another’s command.
“…Brother, may I ask one thing?”
In the end, I had no choice but to yield. Instead, I questioned Kwon Han-ul.
“Is this… the power of the Servant Bloodline?”
-Yes.
Kwon Han-ul answered readily. With matters having come this far, what was the point in hiding?
“As I suspected… you possess bloodlines other than the Black Dragon Bloodline.”
Normally, one could only possess a single bloodline. Cases of possessing two or more were extraordinarily rare. They existed, but none lived long—all perished.
Yet Kwon Chan-seong accepted Kwon Han-ul’s words easily. He had already harbored suspicions.
“I did wonder why you suddenly grew stronger earlier.”
When struck directly by the Reverse Spiral Whirlwind, Kwon Han-ul had exhausted all stamina and mana, standing on the brink of defeat.
But then his body recovered abruptly, and more than that—he even exchanged blows with me on equal footing.
At that moment, I sensed the power of a bloodline other than the Black Dragon Bloodline.
“But brother… there’s still something I don’t understand.”
Anger began seeping into my voice.
“Why am I… bowing to a mere Servant Bloodline?”
I understood that Kwon Han-ul possessed multiple bloodlines. But that and this situation were separate matters.
The Servant Bloodline’s power was formidable, but it had a critical weakness—it was extremely difficult to use. It worked easily on ordinary people but rarely on hunters.
Much less on Kwon Chan-seong, who stood at the apex of hunters, a being of a different caliber entirely.
To use the Servant Bloodline on me—and not merely ‘Domination’ but ‘Command’, the second most difficult ability?
“Tell me right now! Aren’t you hearing my question?!”
Ultimately, Kwon Chan-seong could no longer bear the humiliation and vented his rage.
-Silence.
Yet he had no choice but to obey the new ‘command’ that Kwon Han-ul had issued.
-It’s incomprehensible. This shouldn’t be possible under normal circumstances.
Kwon Han-ul readily admitted the fact. He knew it well because he possessed the Servant Bloodline.
While using the Servant Bloodline to show illusions or deceive the five senses was possible, issuing a ‘command’ to Kwon Chan-seong was impossible.
Even with the true Servant Bloodline that Kwon Han-ul possessed.
-But it’s not entirely impossible either.
However, that was only true when Kwon Chan-seong was in perfect condition.
-Kwon Chan-seong, let me ask you in return. Did you really think that exhausted body of yours could ignore the power of the Servant Bloodline?
Kwon Chan-seong had fought two people.
Catalina Blaga, the de facto ruler of the Blaga Family and another absolute being, and Kwon Han-ul, armed with true bloodlines.
Though he had defeated both of them, they had greatly depleted his stamina and mana while inflicting countless wounds upon him.
-How arrogant. Unbearably arrogant.
Kwon Han-ul clicked his tongue. As if in contempt.
-Above all, do you know what power I’m using right now?
The Servant Bloodline that Kwon Han-ul possessed was a true bloodline.
More than that, he was a half-incarnation of the Vampire Lord, the source of that power.
In this place, no—in the entire world, there existed no illusionist more powerful than Kwon Han-ul.
-If you don’t know, then shut your mouth. Don’t be insolent.
Kwon Han-ul moved forward slowly. Each step he took was followed by the wings at his back, clinging like a mirage.
He lifted his foot and pressed it firmly against Kwon Chan-seong’s head.
-Right now, you’re nothing but an insect I can crush beneath my heel.
That was when it happened.
Massive mana erupted from Kwon Chan-seong, pushing Kwon Han-ul backward.
Kwon Chan-seong slowly lifted his head. His neck must have been aching. He rubbed around it with his hand.
“That was close. I almost met a terrible end.”
Around Kwon Chan-seong, small orbs floated in the air. They were the Orbs of Harmony that had blocked the Heavenly Dragon’s Descent.
“Brother, I understand your joy at seizing victory, but… weren’t you being a bit too careless? You gave me time to use this power.”
The Orbs of Harmony.
Though it was a power of the Black Dragon Bloodline, Kwon Han-ul didn’t know exactly what strength the Orbs of Harmony possessed.
That power was the final ability of the Black Dragon Bloodline. Among the Heukcheon Bloodline, those who had raised their synchronization rate with the Black Dragon Bloodline to the very end were extremely rare.
Therefore, it was scarcely known even within the Kwon Family.
Only that it required a cooldown period each time it was used and was presumed to possess the power to nullify enemy attacks.
“Then, brother… I’ll repay you for the humiliation I suffered, and more.”
Kwon Chan-seong wrapped the Dragon Fist Technique around him and charged forward. Like a beast lunging for the kill.
His hand edge, wrapped in the Dragon Fist Technique, aimed for Kwon Han-ul’s heart. Despite being a simple thrust, it carried tremendous force.
“No, that can’t be…!”
Catalina Blaga cried out urgently. While the Servant Bloodline’s ability to interfere with the mind was formidable, its physical capabilities fell short.
Especially now, when Kwon Han-ul had pushed the Servant Bloodline’s power to its extreme. There was no way he could block that attack.
That was when I thought it.
-Kneel.
A deafening boom echoed. The ground trembled.
Before Kwon Han-ul, who stood rigid and unyielding.
Kwon Chan-seong was on his knees.
“This… what…?”
Kwon Chan-seong’s pupils dilated violently. Kwon Han-ul spoke to him.
-I warned you.
Kwon Han-ul slowly clenched his fist.
-Don’t get cocky.
The swung fist struck Kwon Chan-seong’s face with brutal force.

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Nothing special.
Watching the fist fly toward him, Kwon Chan-seong thought.
Slow, and the momentum behind the fist was unremarkable. Far weaker than when using the Black Dragon Bloodline’s power.
It made sense. He was using mental domination of this caliber. How could his physical abilities be outstanding?
‘Hit me all you want.’
Kwon Chan-seong’s body had already reached enlightenment. Mana circulated automatically, protecting his body. A punch of that level was nothing.
That’s why I was confident.
Until my face took the blow.
“Ugh!”
A scream burst out involuntarily. My body rocketed backward. Kwon Chan-seong touched my face.
The bridge of my nose had completely collapsed. That wasn’t enough—my entire facial structure was fractured. Blood poured from my nose like an open faucet.
“How… how is this…?”
-You’re asking something obvious.
Kwon Han-ul brushed off his fist and spoke.
-When the master strikes, the dog shouldn’t bare its fangs.
In the moment his fist swung, Kwon Han-ul issued a new command. Kwon Chan-seong’s body was to drop all defenses.
“…This is really irritating.”
Then the Yeouiju gleamed. The restraints binding Kwon Chan-seong vanished.
Kwon Chan-seong’s body disappeared. He appeared instantly behind Kwon Han-ul.
Black Dragon Twelve Ascendant Martial Form – Superior Manifestation
Annihilation Style – Absolute Severance
Kwon Chan-seong brought his hand edge down. A black trajectory fell toward Kwon Han-ul.
-Stop.
But the moment Kwon Han-ul spoke, all the dragon techniques scattered.
Kwon Han-ul turned his body. Simultaneously, he swept a kick at Kwon Chan-seong’s ribs.
“Hack!”
Once again, Kwon Chan-seong lowered all his defenses and accepted the blow.
Kwon Han-ul’s shin drove deep into his ribs. The sickening crunch of breaking bone echoed through the air.
Kwon Chan-seong staggered backward, clutching his side. Blood spilled from his lips—his organs had taken damage.
“You have the Yeouiju! How are you still using the Heukcheon Bloodline’s power?!”
Kwon Chan-seong screamed in desperation.
In truth, the Yeouiju was functioning properly. Every command Kwon Chan-seong issued was being nullified just as quickly.
The problem was that the commands still took effect—just for a moment. Every time Kwon Han-ul spoke, Kwon Chan-seong’s body obeyed.
-A difference in rank.
Kwon Han-ul spoke with casual indifference. Kwon Chan-seong’s face went blank.
“How dare you, the son of a traitor, speak of rank before me!”
-It’s been a while since I’ve heard that.
“Shut your mouth!”
Kwon Chan-seong charged forward, fury burning in his eyes. But Kwon Han-ul’s figure vanished first.
“What?!”
It wasn’t just his form that disappeared. He had vanished from perception itself.
“What kind of technique is this…?!”
Then it happened.
Something struck Kwon Chan-seong’s abdomen with devastating force.
“Ugh!”
His organs convulsed. A mouthful of blood erupted from his throat. Only then could Kwon Chan-seong see it—Kwon Han-ul’s fist buried deep in his belly.
-This one’s for when I first arrived at the family and you picked a fight with me.
Kwon Han-ul’s form vanished again. Kwon Chan-seong spun around desperately, searching.
In that instant, his head snapped back violently. Kwon Han-ul had materialized and kicked him across the face.
-And this is for when you caused trouble during my debut dungeon run.
Once more, Kwon Han-ul’s body disappeared. Moments later, Kwon Chan-seong’s knee buckled and he fell.
“…Surely not?”
In that moment, realization struck Kwon Chan-seong.
It wasn’t that Kwon Han-ul was moving too fast to track. He was deceiving his senses using the Heukcheon Bloodline—making him unable to see, unable to hear, unable to feel.
“This is absolute bullshit…”
The Yeouiju dispelled it quickly, but it made no difference.
The Yeouiju couldn’t completely block the commands. That brief window when the order first took effect was all Kwon Han-ul needed to strike.
-This one’s for when you conspired with Catalina Blaga to kill me.
A knife-hand strike shattered his collarbone like a dried reed.
-This is for every time you picked fights with me whenever we crossed paths in the family.
-This is for chasing me all the way to the Blaga Family to kill me.
-This is for the Heukcheon servants you murdered.
Even as he was beaten relentlessly, Kwon Chan-seong felt a strange sense of disbelief. Had he really been carrying all of this in his heart?
But he couldn’t laugh. The attacks coming from all directions were far too vicious.
To make matters worse, before Kwon Han-ul, Kwon Chan-seong was defenseless.
Every bone in his body shattered. Muscles tore. Joints snapped and fractured.
How many more blows could he endure? Suddenly, Kwon Han-ul’s assault ceased.
“Cough.”
Kwon Chan-seong collapsed, spitting blood. His body had already been reduced to something resembling a tattered rag.
“Is it… finally over?”
Kwon Chan-seong barely managed to speak. Every bone in his body was shattered, every muscle torn.
-There’s still more left.
Kwon Han-ul reached out and seized Kwon Chan-seong’s head.
“Brother, you don’t actually think you can dominate me, do you? Stop wasting time and just kill me.”
Kwon Chan-seong let out a bitter laugh.
Among the powers of the Heukcheon Bloodline, domination was the most difficult to achieve.
Despite his pitiful state, Kwon Chan-seong had no intention of surrendering to the power of domination.
-I have no such intention.
Kwon Han-ul spoke with unwavering resolve. Domination meant forcing another’s spirit into absolute submission. Its difficulty transcended imagination.
“Then hurry up and kill me.”
The fact that he didn’t beg for mercy was truly befitting of Kwon Chan-seong’s reputation.
But Kwon Han-ul had no intention of granting him a quick death.
-Killing alone won’t suffice.
Kwon Chan-seong burst into laughter. He chuckled as he spoke.
“Brother, are you planning to torture me? How pathetic…”
-From this moment on, I will destroy your mind.
Kwon Chan-seong’s pupils dilated.
What… what was he saying?
-You will live from now on as an idiot, stripped of all intellect.
Kwon Chan-seong’s pupils trembled.
That Kwon Chan-seong. That supposedly great Kwon Chan-seong.
Reduced to a mindless fool.
Even the thought of it was horrifying and humiliating.
“You… you bastard…!”
Kwon Chan-seong spat out curses. With his remaining functional left arm, he gripped Kwon Han-ul’s wrist.
“Stop talking and kill me! Kill me, I said!”
-I already told you.
Kwon Han-ul activated the power of the Heukcheon Bloodline.
-Killing alone won’t suffice.
Tremendous energy concentrated upon Kwon Chan-seong’s head.
Soon, a scream tore through the air.

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