Bloodline is Everything - Chapter 26

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【Bloodline is a Thug Chapter 26】

Chapter 26: Bloodline Triumphs (1)

Kwon Han-ul remained motionless for a moment, his body rigid with shock.
Fortunately, I had experienced this sensation multiple times before, allowing me to regain my composure swiftly.
First, I opened my status window to examine my bloodlines.
【Special Category – Bloodlines】
1. Black Dragon Bloodline
-Grade: SSS+
-Purity: True
-Grants the power of dragons.
2. Vitality Bloodline
-Grade: S+
-Purity: True
-Enhances health.
3. Genius Bloodline
-Grade: S+
-Purity: True
-Increases intellect.
4. Asura Bloodline
-Grade: SS+
-Purity: True
-Infuses the body with Asura essence.
5. ???
-Grade: ???
-Purity: ???
‘…It’s multiplied again.’
The mysterious fifth bloodline remained, which meant additional bloodlines would likely manifest in the future.
‘What on earth is happening to my body?’
A person could only possess one bloodline—that was the fundamental rule. Those who somehow acquired two would suffer catastrophic bodily collapse and death.
In an infinitesimal miracle, perhaps someone existed who possessed two bloodlines.
But for me to harbor five bloodlines made no sense whatsoever, no matter how I contemplated it.
‘Father was of Heukcheon blood. Then there must be something on Mother’s side?’
Conversely, something could lie on Father’s side, or perhaps both sides harbored secrets.
‘Once this matter concludes, I’ll investigate my parents’ origins.’
With that resolution, I shelved my concerns about my bloodlines for now.
I needed to focus on preparing for the team battle against the Mei Family.
Then, a sudden thought crossed my mind.
‘Does the Mei Family not possess a true bloodline either?’
Unlike the Healthy Bloodline and Genius Bloodline I’d obtained before, the Asura Bloodline was one possessed by the Mei Family—a great clan of considerable standing.
I had acquired the true bloodline of such a prestigious family?
Perhaps Kwon Han-ul’s awakening of the true Asura Bloodline was far more momentous than I had initially realized.
—We will be landing shortly.
My thoughts were interrupted by the captain’s announcement crackling through the cabin.

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In a city within Hangzhou, China.
A large aircraft descended along the runway and touched down.
As the door opened, someone burst forth as if they had been waiting all along.
“Hahahaha! It’s been far too long!”
The first to disembark from the passenger jet was Kwon Myung-woo.
Kwon Myung-woo strode forward with confident steps, seemingly oblivious that he stood in the very heart of the Mei Family’s territory.
Behind him, the bloodkin of Heukcheon descended in a rush. Kwon Han-ul was among them.
I surveyed my surroundings.
Just as the Hukcheon Estate had done, the Mei Family had claimed all of Hangzhou as their stronghold.
The difference lay in their architecture—while the Hukcheon Estate was built upon traditional Korean aesthetics, the Mei Family’s domain was filled entirely with modern structures.
“Thank you for traveling such a distance.”
Chinese words drifted from afar. I lifted my gaze to see figures in traditional Chinese robes standing before us.
As Kwon Myung-woo moved toward them, the bloodkin of Heukcheon followed in his wake.
The Mei Family in crimson traditional garments and the Heukcheon bloodkin in black formal suits now faced one another.
“The Mei Family welcomes the Heukcheon Clan with utmost sincerity!”
A middle-aged man in the center called out loudly.
Despite the words being spoken in Chinese, I understood the middle-aged man’s meaning with perfect clarity.
It was thanks to the interpretation skill I had acquired before arriving here.
My ears and eyes brightened.
—Quality: Unique (A)
—Description
You gain the ability to understand languages and written characters from different cultures.
However, subtle nuances in vocabulary remain beyond your grasp.
While not quite on par with the Pocket Dimension skill, the interpretation skill is likewise renowned as an exceptionally rare item.
But such talk held true only elsewhere. Within the Heukcheon Group, an interpretation skill was merely something dispensed freely whenever needed.
“Mei Tian! To think the patriarch of the Mei Family would greet us personally! What an honor!”
“When such distinguished guests arrive, it is only natural that the master receives them, is it not?”
I initially thought the atmosphere was not unfavorable, but I soon realized such an assessment was merely an illusion.
“I never expected the Heukcheon Supreme Fist to come along. Were you so frightened of stepping into the very heart of the Mei Family’s domain? To think the legendary Heukcheon would cower like such a coward!”
In response to the provocation from Mei Tian, the patriarch of the Mei Family, Kwon Myung-woo replied with a derisive smile.
“If I feared the Mei Family, I wouldn’t have come in the first place. I’m here simply because I was bored.”
Despite the harsh words exchanged between them, both still wore smiles on their faces.
Then, someone stepped forward from behind the Mei Family Head.
“Your arrogance remains as excessive as ever.”
Kwon Myung-woo’s eyes shifted as he looked at the man’s face.
“Mei Rong. So the Second Greatest Swordsman of China is here as well.”
“How many times must I say it? The Greatest Swordsman of China.”
“Setting aside the fact that you dare speak of China while ignoring Heukcheon—you call yourself the Greatest Swordsman of China when you’ve never once defeated me?”
Mei Rong, the Greatest Swordsman of China.
Kwon Han-ul had heard his name mentioned several times before.
Just as Kwon Myung-ho existed within the Kwon Family, it was no exaggeration to say that Mei Rong was the pillar of the Mei Family.
However, the gap between them was vast, much like the gap between Heukcheon and the Mei Family itself.
For decades, Mei Rong had never once defeated Kwon Myung-woo.
‘So these are the Mei Family.’
Kwon Han-ul observed the Mei Family’s bloodline members slowly. He had heard much about them, but this was his first time seeing them in person.
The entire clan possessed pale, soft skin—so much so that there was a saying that touching them would leave white sand on your fingers.
Among them, several bore intense hostility as they glared in his direction.
‘Those must be the Mei Family’s representatives.’
Conveniently, there were exactly two men and one woman. All of them wore confident expressions.
‘Except for the woman.’
Among the Mei Family’s representatives, the female delegate’s atmosphere felt distinctly different from the others.
Though she harbored intense hostility, it didn’t seem directed at Heukcheon.
Above all, she appeared forlorn and utterly exhausted.
‘It’s not my concern.’
Just as Kwon Han-ul thought this, the Mei Family Head addressed Kwon Myung-woo.
“I’ve specially prepared a banquet for our guests today. Would you care to join us?”
“Oh, that sounds wonderful. I was getting hungry anyway….”
“Wait a moment!”
Kwon Mi stepped forward and called out.
“The person in charge of this team competition isn’t Uncle Kwon Myung-woo—it’s me! You should be asking me about such things!”
The Mei Family Head looked at Kwon Myung-woo as if asking whether this was true. Kwon Myung-woo, confirming that Kwon Mi was right, stepped back with his hands clasped behind him.
“My apologies then. What would you prefer?”
“I appreciate the kindness, but we lack the time to enjoy a banquet.”
Kwon Han-ul could anticipate what Kwon Mi was thinking.
She had no intention of eating food that might have been tampered with by the Mei Family.
“Then what do you propose?”
“We didn’t come here to socialize. I propose we begin the team competition immediately.”
A team competition mere minutes after arriving—it was unexpected.
The Mei Family’s bloodline members wore expressions of surprise. The Mei Family Head asked again.
“The journey here must have been exhausting. Are you certain you don’t need to rest?”
“It’s fine. I got plenty of rest on the plane.”
A smile graced the Mei Family head’s lips.
“Excellent. Then let us begin at once.”

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The Mei Family led the Heukcheon bloodline members to their Duel Arena.
Built with cutting-edge construction methods, the facility was better described as a stadium than a mere arena.
Circular seating arrangements surrounding the central duel platform could accommodate tens of thousands of spectators.
The seats were quite full. Since only a few from Heukcheon had come, they were all members of the Mei Family.
“These bastards are overflowing with confidence today. They even prepared such an elaborate stage.”
Kwon Myung-woo muttered his displeasure, then shouted toward the three representatives.
“You lot! You must win no matter what!”
“Yes!”
Only Kwon Han-ul answered with a loud voice. While Kwon Hu-don’s stammer could be excused, Kwon Ji-seok’s weak response was peculiar.
“Ugh… my stomach’s killing me.”
Kwon Ji-seok was rubbing his abdomen with a pallid face. Kwon Han-ul asked incredulously at the sight.
“Do you perhaps have nervous gastritis?”
“I, if I do, what of it, what are you going to do about it!”
Kwon Ji-seok flared up, but his words lacked the force they once carried.
‘Now I understand why the old master said I had the makings of a leader if only I could manage my nerves.’
Perhaps this was why he had been the last among the brothers to receive approval for team formation.
If his gastritis had hindered his performance at critical moments, it was understandable.
“Then let us have both sides send forth their vanguards.”
“Understood.”
At the Mei Family head’s words, Kwon Mi fixed Kwon Han-ul with a fearsome glare.
It was the look of someone who would not let him off easy if he lost.
Kwon Han-ul opened a pocket dimension, thrust his hand inside, and withdrew a pair of gloves.
For the sake of fairness in this team battle, the Kwon Family and Mei Family had agreed to craft and distribute equipment using only predetermined materials.
These gloves and shin guards were precisely those items.
“Wait, is that a pocket dimension?”
Kwon Ji-seok beside him cried out in surprise. Kwon Han-ul replied nonchalantly.
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“I couldn’t get one because there’s no one selling them… where on earth did you obtain it?”
“The Chairman gave it to me.”
At those words, Kwon Ji-seok’s expression went blank.
“The old master just gave you a pocket dimension skill? Him, of all people? That’s… that can’t be right.”
Kwon Han-ul left Kwon Ji-seok behind and ascended into the Duel Arena.
From the opposite side, Mei Chao, who held the vanguard position for the Mei Family, could be seen ascending as well.
As if loosening his wrists, Mei Chao spun his blade through the air several times.
Each time, a thin line was drawn across the ground. The ominous aura was suffocatingly potent.
“Hey, you black worm!”
Mei Chao suddenly bellowed.
Black worm?
Kwon Han-ul initially didn’t understand, but he quickly realized it was a derogatory term for the Heukcheon bloodline.
“Let me give you some advice. You’d better give up early.”
Mei Chao spoke with supreme confidence.
“Our bloodlines are different. My father is the First Sword of China.”
A laugh escaped me. No matter how superior the bloodline, it would still be mere pureblood—yet here he was, boasting about it.
And of all people, to me, who possessed true blood.
“Shut your mouth before you get beaten for spouting nonsense and start crying.”
I had no patience for Mei Chao’s drivel right now.
The exhilaration of combat dominated my entire being. I wanted to unleash my power immediately, to showcase it.
“This bastard…”
Mei Chao’s eyes turned vicious. At that moment, the Mei Family patriarch shouted.
“Both of you, move to the far ends on either side.”
The Duel Arena was elliptical in shape.
Kwon Han-ul and Mei Chao moved to opposite sides of the arena.
When I reached the far end, Mei Chao appeared small in the distance.
I slipped on the gloves. Then I felt a peculiar energy settling into them.
【The Asura Aura settles into the gloves.】
【The gloves’ durability and attack power increase slightly.】
【Proficiency in Fist Technique increases.】
The Asura Bloodline applied to the gloves too? I was momentarily surprised, but I quickly adapted.
I clenched my fists a few times, and the gloves that were already light now felt as though I wasn’t wearing them at all.
“Then begin!”
The Mei Family patriarch shouted. Immediately, Mei Chao took his stance and released a battle cry.
“Haaaah!”
It was likely a gesture to ignite his fighting spirit before combat.
But it was already too late. Far too late.
I had already completed all my preparations before the signal even fell.
I bent both my knees. The air began to rotate around where I stood.
【The Demon Authority ‘Monarch’ manifests.】
An authority obtained after subduing the Demon Marquis Bernac.
That authority summoned a powerful gale. The gale condensed beneath my feet, ready to explode at any moment.
“What is that?”
“Wind? Did Heukcheon have such a technique?”
The Mei Family bloodline members began murmuring at the ominous sight.
【Releasing the first authority ‘Dragon Demon Qi’.】
Black aura erupted across my entire body. The black aura collided with Monarch’s gale and repelled it.
I used that power like gunpowder, stamping the ground with explosive force. The floor shattered as my body rocketed forward like an arrow.
A gale of wind pushed me onward. With each stamp of my feet, dragon essence detonated beneath me, accelerating my speed further.
“Wh—what? What?!”
Bewilderment flooded Mei Chao’s face.
Kwon Han-ul reached him faster than Mei Chao could process. Mei Chao floundered, unsure how to respond.
In that instant, Kwon Han-ul arrived. He unleashed a punch with every ounce of his strength. Mei Chao barely managed to angle his blade to block the attack.
The glove and longsword collided. In that moment, Kwon Han-ul could see it clearly.
The asura essence contained within the glove obliterating the asura essence contained within the blade.
The sword shattered into fragments. Without losing momentum, the fist pierced through Mei Chao’s torso.
At the same instant, Mei Chao’s body was driven into the wall outside the Duel Arena.
The wall crumbled, and dust clouds engulfed everything.
As the dust settled, Mei Chao’s battered form came into view, embedded in the wall.
The match had been decided by a single, decisive blow.
Silence fell over the Duel Arena. Kwon Han-ul dusted off his hands and spoke curtly.
“Easy.”
Immediately after, gasps of shock erupted from the Mei Family bloodline members.
“D-did Mei Chao just… lose?”
“Mei Rong’s successor was defeated?”
“Who exactly is this Heukcheon bloodline member?”
The match had been decided in less than ten seconds from start to finish.
Even the spectators watching from a neutral standpoint struggled to accept this outcome.
“Hahahaha! Yes! That’s it! Didn’t I tell you! That boy is perfect for the vanguard!”
Hearing Kwon Myung-woo’s laughter, Kwon Han-ul descended from the Duel Arena.

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