Bloodline is Everything - Chapter 34

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【Bloodline is a Thug Chapter 34】

Chapter 34: Bloodline Makes an Entrance (3)

“How did you even get this far…?”
“Kwon Han-ul is in danger. How could I possibly wait idly by?”
Kwon Han-ul couldn’t help but laugh.
He’d already known she was no ordinary woman, but to think she’d come all the way into enemy territory.
She really is an impressive woman.
“I never thought I’d lay eyes on the witch the Heukcheon Chairman has kept so carefully hidden.”
That was when Mei Ryo spoke. This was already the second time he’d mentioned the word witch.
Dungeon creation, artifact crafting.
All of these applied technology from another world. And people called this technology by a single name.
Magic.
And the only beings on Earth capable of wielding magic were witches and sorcerers.
‘So that’s what Joo Ha-yeon’s Gift is.’
Learning magic required truly exceptional talent.
Only those possessing such talent could inherit the right to practice magic.
The Gift that Joo Ha-yeon possessed was her aptitude as a witch.
“A fine opportunity indeed. If we capture her, the Family Head will be most pleased.”
Greed flickered across Mei Ryo’s face.
It made sense. Magic was the foundation of power that created Dungeons and forged artifacts.
Though Earth’s witches and sorcerers were weak and couldn’t actually create Dungeons or artifacts themselves.
They could still provide tremendous assistance in clearing Dungeons.
“I’m afraid I serve only the Kwon Family. I have no business with any other clan.”
“That remains to be seen. There are countless ways to break a person’s will in this world.”
“How ambitious of you.”
Magical energy gathered at the tips of Joo Ha-yeon’s ten fingers, glowing with a brilliant blue light.
“Since time is short, all three of you—come at me.”
Kwon Han-ul felt a surge of keen anticipation at Joo Ha-yeon’s provocation.
According to the rumors he’d heard, magic was like a miracle itself, possessing tremendous power.
He was genuinely curious how a witch would fight and just how strong Joo Ha-yeon truly was.
That was when it happened.
-Kwon Han-ul.
A voice echoed directly in his mind.
-Don’t be alarmed. I’m speaking to you directly through magic.
Joo Ha-yeon spoke to Kwon Han-ul, who was marveling at this magic he’d never experienced before.
-To be honest, I don’t have the strength to face all three of them alone.
Kwon Han-ul’s eyes widened in disbelief. He’d been anticipating something, but what was this?
—I require your assistance, Kwon Han-ul. Please prepare the most formidable technique at your disposal.
He cast a questioning glance toward Joo Ha-yeon. How much destructive power did she want?
—Do not concern yourself with minor details. Do not deliberate whether the attack will land or miss. Simply prepare your most devastating strike.
It was an absurd request, yet Kwon Han-ul resolved to follow Joo Ha-yeon’s guidance.
Thus far, heeding her counsel had never cost him anything. If anything, it had only brought gain.
Kwon Han-ul summoned the Dragon Demonic Force, squeezing it until his magical reserves nearly bottomed out.
“This works out perfectly. I’ve been wanting to witness what magic truly is.”
Remarkably, despite Kwon Han-ul unleashing such a torrent of Dragon Demonic Force, Mei Ryo and his subordinates remained completely oblivious.
The reason lay in the magic circle Joo Ha-yeon had secretly inscribed in the empty air.
That magic circle was undoubtedly creating a veil, concealing Kwon Han-ul’s state.
“Since he’s a valuable asset, end it by severing his tendons.”
The Dragon Demonic Force, flowing like a great river, was amplified by the Dragon Pearl.
The amplified Dragon Demonic Force was channeled through the Flood Dragon Physique with perfect efficiency, concentrating entirely in his fist.
The concentrated power was enhanced once more by the Dragon Scale Demonic Armor.
Finally, fusing with the Asura Soul, its might became even more devastating.
Mei Ryo and his two subordinates rushed forward. In that same instant, Kwon Han-ul unleashed his fist.
Sage Dragon Ascension Art, Basic Form
Collapse Strike—Mount Tai Collapse Fist
The compressed Dragon Demonic Force erupted. The magic circle, unable to withstand the force, shattered into fragments.
“What is that?!”
Mei Ryo and his subordinates scattered in panic.
Since the attack had been unleashed haphazardly, the three evaded it without difficulty.
Under normal circumstances.
Joo Ha-yeon spread both hands wide. In that moment, a black void opened before the Dragon Demonic Force.
The Dragon Demonic Force passing through the void split into three streams. The divided force struck all three bodies with devastating impact.
All three figures erupted with blood from every opening in their bodies as they were hurled far away.
“Hah….”
Kwon Han-ul stood speechless.
It was beyond remarkable—it defied comprehension. He’d often heard of magic’s mysterious profundity, but he never imagined it could be this formidable.
“I didn’t realize you were a witch.”
“Rumors would only cause unnecessary trouble.”
Joo Ha-yeon spoke matter-of-factly. It was a fair point, so Kwon Han-ul pressed the matter no further.
Then it happened.
From far in the distance, an enormous aura surge came rushing forward, then quickly subsided.
“It seems the other side is drawing to a close.”
Joo Ha-yeon gestured toward that direction as she spoke.
“Let us go witness the final moments of the Mei Family.”

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By the time Kwon Han-ul and Joo Ha-yeon arrived, everything was already over.
Mei Rong, the Mei Family’s greatest swordmaster, was pinned against the wall with a gaping hole through his chest.
Most of the Mei Family bloodline members had abandoned their weapons and now awaited their fate.
And the Mei Family Head was.
“…*cough*.”
Kneeling there as a broken ruin of a man.
One arm had been torn clean off, and his body was crushed and mangled in countless places.
“…Mei Rong, can you hear me?”
At the Mei Family Head’s words, Mei Rong lifted his head with great effort.
Despite his chest being pierced through and his heart destroyed, Mei Rong still clung to life.
It was a vitality worthy of admiration, yet even that had little time remaining.
No matter how supreme a swordmaster one was, survival was impossible with such wounds.
Mei Rong was merely clinging to existence by sheer force of will.
“We’ve lost.”
Though the Mei Family held numerical superiority in bloodline members, their actual combat strength did not.
The enemy had Kwon Seon-woo and Kwon Myung-woo, along with the Heukcheon Team—the elite among Heukcheon’s elite.
Even if we somehow managed the Heukcheon Team, Kwon Myung-woo stood behind them, and beyond him, Kwon Seon-woo was recovering his strength.
Further resistance was meaningless.
“We’ve lost, I tell you. We’ve been defeated by the Kwon Family.”
Mei Rong quietly shook his head. Drops of blood streamed down like tears.
“How did we lose?”
Gradually, emotion began to seep into the Mei Family Head’s voice. Anger ignited beneath the tone of lamentation.
“How did we lose to fewer than a hundred men?”
There were excuses aplenty.
Most of the Mei Family’s masters were stationed elsewhere. Fewer than half of their elite had returned to the main compound.
In contrast, the enemy consisted of masters rarely seen even within Heukcheon itself.
We may have held the advantage in numbers, but we were vastly inferior in quality.
We had been caught off guard.
The Mei Family Head had not known that Kwon Seon-woo had reached the Incarnate Body realm.
Originally, he had intended to kill Kwon Myung-woo as quickly as possible and attack the Kwon Family.
But Kwon Seon-woo had used his Incarnate Body abilities to lead the Heukcheon Team directly here.
Rather than killing Kwon Myung-woo, we found ourselves under attack instead.
“In my father’s time, it was never like this. The Mei Family, though we may have been overshadowed by Heukcheon, were never this far behind!”
The Mei Family Head wailed.
“That’s merely your delusion.”
Kwon Seon-woo spoke coldly to the Mei Family Head.
“Never this far behind? You always were. The Mei Family has always stood beneath Heukcheon.”
Kwon Seon-woo’s demeanor was arrogant. Yet no one present dared call it excessive.
“The First Family Head of Heukcheon and the First Family Head of the Mei Family were active during the same period. They competed over countless Dungeons throughout East Asia.”
When Dungeons first appeared, the world descended into chaos.
The social system collapsed entirely as Dungeons emerged without warning, regardless of time or place.
Everyone trembled in fear at the abominations of monsters that rendered human technology meaningless.
The entire world fell into crisis. East Asia suffered the most severely.
High-difficulty Dungeons sprouted up like mushrooms after rain. Cities were obliterated overnight, and people died by the thousands.
In response, all nations of East Asia opened their borders and signed a pact to resolve the Dungeon crisis together.
It was Kwon Hyun-moon, the ancestor of the Kwon Family, who pacified all of East Asia at that time.
From then on, the Kwon Family came to be called the rulers of East Asia.
“Your Mei Family has always been inferior to Heukcheon. In the past and now. That gap has never closed—it only widens.”
When the Mei Family proposed a group battle, Kwon Seon-woo and the pure-blooded members of Heukcheon looked down on them.
This wasn’t a clichéd tactic to belittle the enemy and boost morale.
It was simply reality. It was simply fact.
“The reason we’ve left you alone until now is because there’s nothing to gain from annihilating your clan.”
To Heukcheon, the Mei Family was merely a place that didn’t warrant extermination and offered nothing of value even if destroyed.
“Besides, we’ve been occupied dealing with those Royal Blood bastards from the West.”
The world is vast. Forces comparable to Heukcheon naturally existed.
Until now, Heukcheon had been too preoccupied checking and competing with them to spare attention elsewhere.
“Do you understand now? Today’s outcome isn’t a miracle. It’s merely the inevitable result.”
At those words, the Mei Family Head slowly lowered his gaze.
“Lord of Heukcheon. If I surrender, will you spare my life?”
“No.”
Kwon Seon-woo spoke with finality.
“I don’t care about the others, but you—you cannot be spared. You must answer for laying hands on Heukcheon’s bloodline.”
And that debt would be paid with his life.
“…How cruel.”
“If you laid hands on Heukcheon’s bloodline, you should have been prepared for that much.”
“One last request—let me see my son Mei Peng’s face.”
“I’m afraid that request will be difficult to grant.”
The one who spoke wasn’t Kwon Seon-woo. It was Kwon Han-ul.
As all eyes turned toward him, he spoke calmly.
“He’s already dead.”
“…Dead?”
The Mei Family Head’s face went blank.
“When… when did he die?”
“He died right when the battle began.”
In other words, Mei Peng had been killed by Kwon Han-ul the moment the fighting started.
The Mei Family Head’s shock transcended mere bewilderment.
“…That’s impossible. I prepared so much for that child’s safety.”
“I apologize.”
Yet Kwon Han-ul’s expression betrayed none of those sentiments.
Mei Peng had struck first, seeking to kill. Kwon Han-ul had merely responded in kind.
There was no reason to carry guilt for it.
“That boy inherited the Asura Bloodline deeply—he was pure blood among the pure. And yet… who exactly are you?”
The Mei Family Head likely never dreamed it in his wildest nightmares.
How utterly meaningless it was to boast of bloodline before Kwon Han-ul.
That beneath heaven itself, not a single soul possessed a bloodline that could rival his.
“Ahahaha, if we’re comparing bloodlines, your son was always going to lose.”
At that moment, Kwon Myung-woo spoke with a laugh.
“That boy isn’t pure blood—he’s true blood.”
The Mei Family Head didn’t immediately grasp the meaning. Kwon Myung-woo chuckled and elaborated.
“Don’t understand? That boy is true blood. He possesses the exact same bloodline as the First Family Head who first obtained the Black Dragon Bloodline.”
The Mei Family Head’s eyes widened to an almost grotesque degree, as though his pupils might burst from their sockets.
“Divine Form, then Absolute Strength, and now true blood? Why is it only your Heukcheon… only you cursed ones!”
The Mei Family Head slammed his fist into the earth, his voice a wail of anguish.
Kwon Seon-woo watched in silence before turning to the Heukcheon Team member.
“Execute the Mei Family Head.”
The Heukcheon Team member approached. Then the Mei Family Head ground his teeth and spoke.
“It’s not over yet!”
“Do you have more to say?”
“Even if I die, the Mei Family won’t end! Our blood relatives scattered across the world will rebuild the clan someday!”
“Perhaps. Cockroaches are notoriously difficult to exterminate, after all.”
Kwon Seon-woo spoke with casual indifference, his tone making clear the Mei Family was beneath his notice. The Mei Family Head’s chest tightened with rage.
“Mei Rong, listen to me.”
The Mei Family Head’s voice boomed across the field.
“We two will die today.”
Mei Rong couldn’t respond—his life force had reached its limit.
“Then at the very least, I must do something for the Mei Family’s future.”
Power surged into the Mei Family Head’s eyes. Kwon Seon-woo’s brow furrowed.
“You…”
The Mei Family Head drove his remaining hand through his own chest. All five fingers pierced straight through to his heart.
A wet gasp escaped his lips.
The Mei Family Head wrenched his hand free from his chest. Blood erupted from his heart like a fountain.
But the blood didn’t fall to the ground—it hung suspended in the air.
“At minimum, I’ll take your head with me!”
The blood transformed into slashing attacks, scattering in all directions.
A master of the Mei Family Head’s caliber unleashing a final assault at the cost of his life. The Heukcheon Team hastily raised their Black Scale Armor to block the onslaught.
“Kwon Seon-woo!”
The Mei Family Head charged forward, his hands reaching to pierce Kwon Seon-woo’s throat.
“How dare you strike at my brother!”
Kwon Myung-woo stepped into his path. With a sweeping elbow strike, he shattered the Mei Family Head’s skull.
For one bearing the weight of an entire clan, it was a death far too pathetic.
“…It’s not me.”
Kwon Seon-woo suddenly spoke. Everyone’s faces twisted in confusion.
“That bastard’s target isn’t me!”
In that instant, Mei Rong burst forward. Kwon Myung-woo’s head snapped around in alarm.
“That son of a bitch!”
He’d been feigning death while actually recovering his stamina.
But even so, he couldn’t stop his predetermined demise—only delay it momentarily.
Then why? In his current state, neither he nor Kwon Seon-woo could do anything about it.
Kwon Myung-woo’s confusion was answered swiftly. Mei Rong wasn’t charging toward him.
It was Kwon Han-ul.
“Stop him! I said stop that bastard!”
The two Heukcheon Team members closest to Kwon Han-ul rushed forward.
Had Mei Rong been in perfect condition, it might’ve been different. But the Heukcheon Team members were far faster than a dying Master Swordsman of the Mei.
The Heukcheon Team members extended their fists toward Mei Rong. Then he pulled something from his robes and hurled it.
A safe the size of a child’s fist.
“That’s…!”
The safe burst open, and light flashed brilliantly. When the radiance faded, Mei Rong was gone.
And so was Kwon Han-ul.

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Kwon Han-ul surveyed his surroundings.
He could see the flash of light and understood that he’d been transported somewhere, but….
The ground beneath him was stone, yet fierce winds of sand swirled from all directions.
“Where is this….”
“Inside Sageum-ok.”
Mei Rong spoke from ahead, his voice remarkably clear for someone on the brink of death.
“Sageum-ok?”
“The name of the artifact I just used. It’s an S-rank Legendary item that creates a space sealed off from outside interference.”
In other words, I was now trapped here.
With Mei Rong, the Sword Saint of the Mei Family.
“Originally, I prepared this item to settle the score with the First Fist of Heukcheon without external interference….”
Mei Rong laughed bitterly, as if he never imagined he’d use it this way.
“True Blood…. I always wondered how your skill couldn’t be explained by talent alone. So you harbored such a secret.”
Mei Rong’s gaze darkened.
“I fear what you’ll become if you continue to grow. So for the Mei Family’s future, you’ll have to die here.”
“You intend to kill me in that condition?”
It was a fair question from my perspective.
Even a wounded beast is dangerous, but there are limits.
Mei Rong wasn’t merely wounded—he was barely clinging to life.
Any other person would have died long ago from injuries of this severity, but his monstrous vitality kept him anchored to existence.
“On the contrary, I ask you—do you think I cannot kill you?”
Mei Rong summoned his longsword. The moment he grasped it, his aura transformed completely.
His chest had been pierced, he had tasted crushing defeat, witnessed his family head’s death, and seen his clan face annihilation.
Yet Mei Rong’s momentum remained undiminished.
“Truly, the Sword Saint of the Mei Family.”
Despite being his enemy, I couldn’t help but admire him.
A warrior representing his clan was something extraordinary.
But separate from that, one emotion rose within me.
Rage.
“Before I came to Heukcheon, I was nothing but a third-rate hunter.”
Mei Rong seemed puzzled by this sudden reminiscence.
“I hunted goblins and scraped by. Whenever I encountered an orc, I’d flee in terror of losing my life.”
I couldn’t even dream of growing stronger, let alone plan for the future.
“Heukcheon, the Mei Family—such things were stories from another world. Tales so distant I’d never see them even in my dreams.”
A smile crossed my lips.
“And now here I am, wagering life and death against the Sword Saint of the Mei Family. Life truly flows in unpredictable ways.”
“Forgive my bluntness, but you lack the skill to speak of life and death with me.”
That’s true.
Mei Rong was the Sword Saint. Even dying, he was far stronger than me.
But.
“You’re the one who’s been looking down on me far too much.”
That’s what infuriated me.
“Without a heart, all my bodily functions are malfunctioning.”
With such a broken body.
“My mana won’t flow properly, so my momentum has been wavering this entire time.”
In such a pathetic state.
“And you claim you can kill me?”
There are limits to how much one can disrespect another.
“You said this is an artifact that blocks external intrusions? How convenient.”
Kwon Han-ul removed the gloves from Aruongtae. He bit his exposed thumb with his canine teeth.
Mei Rong’s head jerked back at the sudden self-inflicted wound.
“What are you doing?”
Kwon Han-ul pressed his thumb against the armor and dragged it downward. A long crimson line was drawn across the surface.
Centered on that blood line, a crimson aura bloomed across the armor. The red radiance seeped into every crevice of the plate.
“You….”
Shock flooded Mei Rong’s face. Until now, there had been countless surprises, but nothing compared to this moment.
“How could a member of the Black Dragon Bloodline unleash Asura….”
Mei Rong fell silent mid-sentence. It was because of the second transformation occurring to Aruongtae.
The gray metallic material of Aruongtae began to transmute like leather.
At the sight, Mei Rong murmured blankly.
“Could it be the First Family Head’s….”
The transformation of Aruongtae came to an end. At that same moment, a message appeared.
【’The Asura King awakens.】

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