Bloodline is Everything - Chapter 96

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【Bloodline is a Thug Chapter 96】

Chapter 96: Incarnate Form (1)

The rampaging mana suddenly subsided. The world fell silent as if by illusion.
Yet Jose Dil Pablo could not find relief. Before his eyes lay a black bud of energy.
*Gulp.*
He swallowed without realizing it. A sign that tension had reached its peak.
Then the black bud scattered like smoke. From within it, Kwon Han-ul emerged.
“…What in the world is that.”
But Jose Dil Pablo could only doubt whether this was truly Kwon Han-ul.
Two horns protruding from the forehead.
Black flames engulfing the entire body.
Two legs transformed into reverse joints like a beast.
Ten fingernails that looked more vicious than any ordinary blade.
Most striking of all was what swayed behind Kwon Han-ul’s back….
“…A tail?”
A thin, elongated tail swayed and undulated gently.
“…Is this really Kwon Han-ul?”
His head insisted that this was certainly Kwon Han-ul himself.
But Jose Dil Pablo’s instinct and experience refused to acknowledge this as human.
This atmosphere, this ominousness, this chilling sensation.
It seemed as though he had become an entirely different being.
-How fascinating.
Then Kwon Han-ul opened his mouth. But his voice was strange.
-So this is what it feels like to become a dragon.
The voice resonated not in his ears but directly in his mind.
Jose Dil Pablo felt his back growing damp with perspiration.
Merely hearing him speak caused his entire body to tense. His vigilance screamed warnings incessantly.
-I’d like to savor this feeling a bit longer.
Kwon Han-ul’s gaze fixed upon Jose Dil Pablo.
In that instant, a terror that felt like having every nerve torn from his body seized Jose Dil Pablo.
Jose Dil Pablo hastily thrust GG before Kwon Han-ul’s eyes.
“Stop!”
It was effective. Kwon Han-ul’s movement halted abruptly.
But Jose Dil Pablo still could not find peace.
“Come any closer and I’ll kill this one.”
-How disappointing.
Kwon Han-ul spoke curtly.
-So the so-called strongest hunter in South America can only resort to hostage tactics.
Jose Dil Pablo showed no shame at Kwon Han-ul’s provocation.
More precisely, he had no time for such feelings. Right now, he wanted to block Kwon Han-ul’s approach by any means necessary.
“Stop spouting nonsense. Just stay still.”
Jose Dil Pablo tapped the ground lightly with his thorn sword.
The ground beneath Jose Dil Pablo’s feet lifted into the air.
The earth rose to a dizzying height.
Standing atop it, Jose Dil Pablo looked down at Kwon Han-ul. He appeared as small as an ant.
“Yes, stay perfectly still like that.”
Jose Dil Pablo unleashed his mana. Vast amounts of magical energy were consumed in an instant as the skill activated.
Eight-Directional Palm.
A skill that generates attractive and repulsive forces.
The debris scattered across the ground began to rise one by one. But the quantity was extraordinary.
It wasn’t just one or two pieces. Every single scrap of junk covering the ground lifted without exception.
This time, entire buildings were torn from the earth and sent skyward. All the structures in the settlement converged toward the heavens.
The Port Town transformed into a barren wasteland in an instant.
“Watch this carefully!”
Jose Dil Pablo flicked his finger. A child’s toy flew toward the Sea.
A shockwave erupted in the air. Simultaneously, the Sea exploded. The water surged high before crashing down.
“From now on, I’ll concentrate all this debris directly at you!”
A plastic toy possessed that much destructive power.
If I hurled concrete chunks or steel fragments, the force would multiply several times over.
“If you value this bastard’s life, don’t dodge—just stand there!”
It was an unreasonable demand, bordering on absurdity.
Jose Dil Pablo brought his raised hand down with tremendous force.
Eight-Directional Palm generated a repulsive force. It pushed all the suspended debris outward.
Over hundreds of thousands of fragments hurtled toward Kwon Han-ul. The shockwaves alone made the sky scream.
The first projectile embedded itself in Kwon Han-ul’s chest. The ground shattered as his body was driven backward.
Successive projectiles battered his body from all directions. His form convulsed violently.
“Yes! Don’t dodge! Just die right there!”

Jose Dil Pablo clearly held the advantage in this situation.
Yet Jose Dil Pablo appeared to be the one cornered.
That was when it happened.
My lips parted slightly, revealing fangs as sharp and bestial as any predator’s.
I drew in a breath. My chest swelled.
Like inflating a balloon, my body began to expand grotesquely.
And the moment the expansion reached its peak, I expelled all that accumulated air in one violent burst.
Mysterious Dragon Ascending Heaven Technique, Superior Form
Energy Strike Method: Dragon’s Roar
A shockwave of sound rippled outward from my center.
Every piece of debris touched by that wave disintegrated into dust and vanished.
The world transformed into pristine emptiness in an instant.
“….”
Jose Dil Pablo stood speechless before such an impossible sight.
-Is it over?
My voice echoed inside his mind. Jose Dil Pablo clenched his teeth.
This was no time for admiration. Kill or be killed.
He reactivated Eight Directions Palm. This time, he didn’t apply its force to objects.
“No!”
The repulsive force generated by Eight Directions Palm crashed down from the sky, crushing me into the earth.
That same force which had suspended every object in the town now bore down upon me alone.
Under pressure beyond imagination, the ground beneath me sank. The force had shattered the earth itself.
Jose Dil Pablo intensified the skill’s power. Greater pressure crushed down upon me.
The ground crumbled. Yet I remained completely unharmed.
I stood there casually, staring at Jose Dil Pablo.
-How tedious.
I bent my knees slightly. Looking ready to charge at any moment, Jose Dil Pablo cried out.
“Your efforts are futile!”
Jose Dil Pablo could lift one million tons of seawater with Eight Directions Palm.
He concentrated that force into a single point, generating immense pressure.
In other words, one million tons of water now bore down upon me.
No one could move while carrying such weight.
Or so he thought.
I kicked off the ground. Black aura exploded outward. I shot forward in a straight line.
“W-what madness!”
Jose Dil Pablo frantically swung Eight Directions Palm.
This time he switched from pressure to impact, striking at me repeatedly.
But my speed was too great—his attacks couldn’t land.
I kicked off the ground once more.
My body rocketed skyward, reaching a position higher than Jose Dil Pablo in an instant.
“This wretch’s life is hardly worth preserving….”
Jose Dil Pablo thrust GG forward and roared.
In that instant, GG witnessed it—Kwon Han-ul’s feet pushing off against empty air.
Kwon Han-ul’s body plummeted from above, descending diagonally.
At that moment, Jose Dil Pablo’s torso folded forward.
“Gahhh…!”
Kwon Han-ul’s fist had already buried itself in his abdomen. Jose Dil Pablo’s body plunged downward in a violent arc.
Moments later, the earth trembled.

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“Cough!”
Jose Dil Pablo hacked violently, consciousness returning to him.
“What… happened to me…?”
The instant Kwon Han-ul’s fist pierced through his abdomen, he had lost consciousness for several seconds.
When he came to, he found himself embedded in the ground.
“Cough, cough.”
Each cough brought an endless torrent of blood. The internal injuries were catastrophic—impossible to believe from a single strike.
“Escape… I must escape….”
That last attack had made it clear.
We are on entirely different levels.
No matter how desperately I struggle, I cannot defeat Kwon Han-ul. Better to flee than die a dog’s death here….
“Damn it.”
Jose Dil Pablo cursed under his breath. He could feel it—a tremendous surge of magical power approaching.
Black lightning fell from the heavens, striking the ground with devastating force. From the shattered earth, Kwon Han-ul rose to his feet.
-I took a moment to secure the hostages in a safe location.
Kwon Han-ul spoke as he advanced.
-Now then, let us begin the second round.
Jose Dil Pablo gnashed his teeth. Escape was impossible. If that was the case, he had no choice but to fight.
“A second round? Fine, have it your way!”
Jose Dil Pablo roared, reigniting his fury. He forced his pride to rise once more.
Without doing so, fear would overwhelm him and he would collapse entirely.
Jose Dil Pablo unleashed the Eight-Direction Palm technique. Using repulsive force, he propelled his body forward.
He closed the distance at tremendous speed, raising his spiked sword high.
He brought the blade down, wreathed in repulsive force—a strike amplified many times over descended toward Kwon Han-ul’s head.
Or rather, it attempted to.
Before it could land, Kwon Han-ul’s hand seized Jose Dil Pablo’s face.
When, how, at what moment.
A thousand questions flooded his mind. Before he could find answers, Kwon Han-ul drove Jose Dil Pablo’s head into the ground.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
A horn blared. Jose Dil Pablo instinctively activated his skill.
He generated a repulsive force and struck Kwon Han-ul. Invisible fists rained down upon him relentlessly.
Kwon Han-ul’s body was driven backward. Yet he showed no sign of injury. He immediately kicked off the ground and charged forward again.
It was a truly chilling sight.
“I am Jose Dil Pablo!”
Jose Dil Pablo roared, desperate to push back the creeping dread that threatened to consume him.
“The strongest of the Cartel! The Godfather’s right hand! The Grim Reaper of South America!”
He infused mana into the spiked blade. An aura crystallized across its jagged edge.
It was no ordinary aura. Compressed to its absolute limit and honed to razor sharpness, it was so devastating that mere contact would reduce gravel to powder.
“You think I would submit to some nobody who hasn’t even ranked in the world standings?”
Jose Dil Pablo wielded his eight-armed technique, manipulating the blade’s edge with precision.
With a harsh grinding sound, the jagged blade began to spin like a chainsaw.
The rotation was so ferociously fast that electricity crackled ceaselessly from the friction alone.
“I will never be defeated!”
Jose Dil Pablo activated his eight-armed technique.
He generated repulsive force. He spun it. He compressed it into a sphere.
The repulsive force, compressed to its absolute limit, was unleashed toward Kwon Han-ul. A tempestuous power swept away everything in its path.
Yet even this failed to affect Kwon Han-ul.
Kwon Han-ul burst through that tremendous force.
At that moment, Jose Dil Pablo cried out.
“I’ve been waiting for this!”
Jose Dil Pablo brought the spiked blade down. It pierced Kwon Han-ul’s collarbone.
A powerful rebound shook through him. Jose Dil Pablo nearly lost his grip on the weapon.
He quickly seized the spiked blade with both hands.
The blade’s jagged edge spun ferociously, grinding away at Kwon Han-ul’s neck.
Jose Dil Pablo did not stop there.
He pushed the spiked blade forward with repulsive force, intensifying the pressure.
“I’ll grind you to death like this!”
Hope flickered in Jose Dil Pablo’s voice—the possibility of victory.
But then he realized.
It wasn’t cutting.
Despite grinding for so long, the blade hadn’t even drawn blood.
At that moment, Kwon Han-ul’s eyes met his.
Even under relentless assault, Kwon Han-ul’s gaze remained utterly emotionless.
“You…”
Something was wrong. The thought struck Jose Dil Pablo like a hammer when Kwon Han-ul’s hand moved.
Kwon Han-ul seized the spiked blade. The moment he exerted force, his five fingers crushed and shattered the artifact.
“What… what?”
Jose Dil Pablo could only gasp in horror at the sight of a relic being destroyed by bare hands.
Kwon Han-ul discarded the shattered spiked blade carelessly. Then he clenched his fist.
Dragon Aura enveloped Kwon Han-ul’s fist.
That act alone sent the air into turmoil. The ground trembled beneath them.
An overwhelming pressure descended upon Jose Dil Pablo—far more intense than anything he had faced before.
“Impossible….”
Only then did Jose Dil Pablo comprehend the truth.
Until now, Kwon Han-ul’s attacks had contained no aura whatsoever.
Yet they possessed destructive power potent enough to overwhelm even Jose Dil Pablo.
What if aura were channeled into such a fist?
What if he employed his true techniques?
“Hah!”
Jose Dil Pablo released a hollow laugh. Death awaited him.
But he could not surrender to it so meekly.
Jose Dil Pablo concentrated all his power into a single point.
The gravitational force began devouring everything. Air, mana, matter—all of it consumed without exception.
The sight resembled a black hole swallowing the world whole.
-A dangerous technique indeed.
For the first time, Kwon Han-ul responded to Jose Dil Pablo’s art.
Kwon Han-ul summoned Dragon Aura in his opposite hand as well.
The Dragon Aura in both fists rotated in opposing directions, their intertwining spin generating even greater power.
Mystical Dragon Ascension Art—Ultimate Form
He released the full force contained within both fists at once. The unleashed Dragon Aura took on a tangible form.
Supreme Technique—Discourse of Heaven, Carving of Dragons
A single dragon swept across everything.

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