Bloodline is Everything-Chapter 27

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Chapter 27: The Victory of Bloodline (2)

"Wait!"

A powerful voice rang out, stopping Kwon Hanul in his tracks just as he was about to leave the arena.

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Turning around, he saw a figure standing tall in the waiting area—the renowned "Greatest Sword," Mei Rong.

"That was truly an impressive duel. Your skills are indeed worthy of the Hyukcheon’s reputation."

Despite the praise, Mei Rong’s eyes gleamed with killing intent.

It was only natural. His son had suffered a humiliating defeat—one that hadn’t even lasted ten seconds.

To make matters worse, this disgrace would forever stain the honor of the Mei Clan.

"As much as I’d like to simply congratulate you on your victory, it’s difficult for me to do so as a warrior representing the Mei Clan. This incident will undoubtedly be a major blemish on our family’s legacy."

Mei Chau, the son of the Mei Clan’s greatest swordsman, had been defeated the moment the duel began.

And in just a single strike.

If word got out, the Mei Clan would become the laughingstock of the martial world.

"That’s why I hope you’ll allow us a chance to make amends."

Kwon Hanul narrowed his eyes. Just how did he intend to do that?

Mei Rong then declared in a loud voice, "I, Greatest Sword, propose this to the Hyukcheon—why don’t we change the rules of the match to a winning streak format?"

Both the Hyukcheon Clan and the Mei Clan were shocked.

Kwon Hanul turned to Mei Rong and asked, "So you're saying that the victor stays in the ring and keeps fighting until they lose?"

"Exactly!"

Hanul let out a short, incredulous laugh.

For the prestigious Mei Clan to pull something this absurd…

It wasn’t hard to understand their reasoning, though.

They needed to defeat Kwon Hanul in the arena—any way they could—to salvage what little honor they had left.

"This isn’t a bad deal for you either," Mei Rong continued. "The fact that you’re standing here means you thirst for glory as well."

If Hanul won against the remaining two opponents, his fame would skyrocket.

But if he lost? Then his victory over Mei Chau would be seen as nothing more than a fluke.

"Besides," Mei Rong smirked, "isn’t this still unsatisfying for you? I can tell—you’re itching for another fight."

He was right.

The battle had ended far too quickly. Hanul hadn’t even had time to fully enjoy himself.

Just as he was about to respond, a sharp voice cut through the tension.

"Who gave you the right to change the rules?!"

All eyes turned to Kwon Mi, who was bristling with anger.

"This isn’t what we originally agreed upon! I won’t allow you to change the team battle rules on a whim!"

She sounded frantic. Hanul immediately understood why.

She was anxious.

Her son was supposed to be the one in the spotlight. But right now, all attention was on Kwon Hanul.

"We will proceed with the next match as originally planned—"

"That sounds fun!"

A voice interrupted her. It was Kwon Myung-woo, standing beside her, laughing heartily as he clapped his knees.

"I never liked the idea of fighting one by one anyway. A winning streak format? Now that’s more like it! I love it!"

"S-Sir…?"

Kwon Mi tried to stop him, but Myung-woo ignored her.

Mei Rong wasted no time.

"Then, we’ll consider it confirmed by the Strongest Fist of Hyukcheon himself."

With that, he turned toward the two remaining representatives of the Mei Clan.

"Now, who among you will step forward? Who will defeat the young dragon of Hyukcheon and restore the honor of the Mei Clan?"

"If you’ll permit me, I’d like to do it!"

A young man shot to his feet. He was tall, his wavy hair framing a sharp, confident face.

"Mei Feng!"

"The future of the Mei Clan has arrived!"

"Mei Feng! Mei Feng!"

The Mei Clan erupted into cheers.

It was only natural.

That man—Mei Feng—was the son of the Mei Clan leader and the team’s captain.

"Oh? The captain himself is stepping in already?"

Kwon Myung-woo chuckled.

The captain was typically the strongest member of a team.

And by all accounts, Mei Feng was more than qualified.

With nimble steps, Mei Feng entered the arena, offering Hanul a respectful fist salute.

"I appreciate you accepting our request. Your generosity is commendable!"

Unlike Mei Chau, Mei Feng was courteous.

"However, you’ve gotten a little too full of yourself—agreeing to this proposal so easily."

At least, outwardly.

"You only managed to defeat Mei Chau because you caught him off guard. That won’t work on me."

Then, he raised his voice for all to hear.

"You’ll soon regret not taking your cheap little victory and walking away!"

The crowd roared in approval. His popularity as a direct bloodline descendant was undeniable.

Kwon Hanul stepped into the arena, facing Mei Feng directly.

"Are both fighters ready?"

Both nodded in unison.

"Then—begin!"

Mei Feng gripped his crescent blade with both hands, assuming a stance.

A deadly aura surged forth, sharp enough to slice the air itself.

Hanul smirked. Yes—this was the kind of challenge worth crushing.

"You’re smiling?"

Mei Feng frowned, displeased.

"I’ll wipe that smirk off your face!"

Mei Feng charged forward, swiftly closing the distance before swinging his blade.

A wide arc cut through the air, the aura-infused edge slicing toward Hanul’s neck.

Just before it could reach him, Hanul shifted—his movement strangely effortless, as if he were being carried by the wind.

[The Authority of 'Monarch’s Wind' aids you!]

"Tch! So, you’ve picked up some fancy footwork somewhere!"

Mei Feng gritted his teeth and pressed the attack.

But no matter how skilled he was, one thing remained true—

You can’t cut the wind.

Not once did his blade so much as graze Hanul’s clothes.

The Mei Clan’s strongest techniques were completely useless against him.

"Stop running and fight me properly!" Mei Feng finally shouted in frustration.

Hanul replied with a smirk, "Shall I?"

He had been planning to switch to offense anyway.

With a powerful step, he lunged forward and struck—his fist colliding with the shaft of Mei Feng’s crescent blade.

The shaft snapped like a twig.

Mei Feng’s face twisted in shock.

"H-how…?"

Now defenseless, his torso was left completely open.

Hanul stepped in and thrust his foot straight at Mei Feng’s solar plexus.

But just before the strike landed—

Twin blades materialized in Mei Feng’s hands. Crossing them in front of him, he blocked the kick.

With a heavy thud, he was sent skidding backward.

As Hanul narrowed his eyes, Mei Feng grinned.

"Breaking my weapon is useless. I’ve already prepared for that."

The weapons in his hands kept shifting—

From longswords to daggers, from daggers to throwing knives, from throwing knives to spears.

‘So this is what my granduncle was talking about… The Mei Clan’s special ability.’

On the way here, Kwon Myung-woo had explained—

The bloodline of the Mei Clan possessed a unique skill that allowed them to store and summon a vast arsenal of weapons at will.

Their specialty lay in wielding multiple weapons simultaneously.

"Now, allow me to show you the true swordsmanship of the Mei Clan!"

Mei Feng let out a battle cry as he thrust his spear forward. Kwon Hanul dodged the attack using the Authority of Monarch.

In that instant, the spear suddenly vanished. Instead, a whip appeared in Mei Feng’s hand.

Without missing a beat, he swung the whip wildly. The sharp cracks of the whip slicing through the air echoed without pause.

Kwon Hanul took a large step back. Immediately, shurikens came flying toward him.

“As expected of Mei Feng! What an incredible assault!”

“Show that coward what real power looks like!”

“Avenge Lord Mei Chau!”

Cheers erupted from all sides, with criticism toward Kwon Hanul mixed in for good measure.

Hearing their voices, Kwon Hanul smirked.

They were gravely mistaken.

Mei Chau hadn’t lost because he was caught off guard or because of an unlucky opening.

He had lost simply because Kwon Hanul was overwhelmingly stronger.

“Take this!”

Mei Feng swung his axe down with all his might. Kwon Hanul didn’t dodge.

Instead, he clenched both fists tightly. Dragon Demon Aura surged through his entire body.

He met the descending axe head-on with his fist, infused with condensed Dragon Demon Aura.

“You’re insane!”

Even with gloves on, such an action was madness.

An axe was a weapon specialized in destruction. The sheer impact couldn’t be nullified with mere gloves.

However—

At the moment of impact, the thing that shattered wasn’t his fist.

It was the axe.

“That’s impossible…”

Mei Feng swung the curved blade in his other hand.

Kwon Hanul struck it down with his elbow. The blade snapped like a brittle reed.

“Huh?”

Mei Feng stumbled back, drawing another weapon. But before he could even swing it, it was smashed apart by Kwon Hanul’s fist.

“Damn it!”

His face twisted in shock as he pulled out a third weapon.

At that moment, Kwon Hanul shifted his stance.

He spread his legs wide, grounding himself firmly. He pulled his tightly clenched fists to his waist.

From his heart to his fists—

Dragon Demon Aura swirled and gathered.

The moment the energy reached its peak, he unleashed a powerful punch forward.

Black Dragon Ascension Art: Basic Forn

Collapse Strike: Spiral Wave

His fist shot out in a straight line, slamming into Mei Feng’s torso. The unleashed Dragon Demon Aura struck deep inside his body.

“Gah…!”

With a scream, Mei Feng’s body was sent flying out of the arena.

Just like Mei Chau before him, he crashed into the wall.

But this time, the impact wasn’t the same.

The wall behind Mei Feng began to crack. Then, with a deafening noise and a cloud of dust, it collapsed entirely.

Through the gaping hole, the scenery outside was clearly visible.

Silence fell again—this time, even longer than before.

Without waiting for the quiet to end, Kwon Hanul turned toward Mei Rong and shouted, “Next!”

Mei Rong’s face twisted.

“…Cough.”

Just then, a coughing sound broke the silence. The rubble shifted as Mei Feng slowly stood up.

His condition was horrific. The areas where Kwon Hanul had struck him were completely crushed, reduced to nothing but bloodied flesh.

“Cough, cough.”

The blood dripping from his lips was an ominous shade of dark red—evidence of severe internal injuries.

“You should just stay down.”

Kwon Hanul spoke casually.

“I held back at the last moment to keep you alive… But if you keep moving, you might actually die.”

“Sh-shut up!” Mei Feng gritted his teeth and shouted.

“The Mei Clan… does not lose! Especially not to you damned Hyukcheon bastards!”

He pulled out a spear once again. Then, without warning, he gripped the blade with his bare hand.

Kwon Hanul frowned at the unexpected self-inflicted wound.

Mei Feng’s blood soaked the spear’s blade.

And then—something changed.

The entire spear turned crimson.

It wasn’t just the color that changed. A chilling, ominous aura emanated from it.

Seeing this, Kwon Hanul muttered a single word.

“…Shura.”

Even Kwon Myung-woo had warned him to be wary of Shura-imbued weapons.

“You damned Black Worm! Now the real battle begins!”

The moment he unleashed Shura’s power, Kwon Hanul felt a cold shiver run down his spine.

His body instinctively warned him—he couldn’t take this lightly.

Underestimating this could be dangerous.

Just as he thought that, something caught his eye.

A longsword, lying on the ground.

One of the weapons Mei Feng had dropped during the fight.

Despite the fierce battle, the sword remained intact.

Kwon Hanul flicked it into the air with his foot and caught it.

<Due to Shura Bloodline, your understanding of swordsmanship has increased!>

<Black Dragon Bloodline offers guidance! Your proficiency with weapons has drastically improved!>

<You can now replicate approximately 50% of the Black Dragon Ascension Art with a sword.>

Kwon Hanul swung the sword a few times. It felt completely natural, as if he had wielded it for years.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Mei Feng looked at him in disbelief.

The battle wasn’t even over, yet he was suddenly testing out a sword?

Kwon Hanul playfully tilted the sword’s tip back and forth.

“I just thought I’d try this out.”

At those words, Mei Feng let out a short laugh.

“Hah.”

His laugh grew louder.

“Haha… Hahaha…!”

But soon, it turned into anger.

“You dare…! A martial artist from Hyukcheon… dares to wield a weapon against a descendant of the Mei Clan?!”

The Shura energy within his spear responded to his fury, blazing with even greater intensity.

“I’ll rip out your heart and devour it!”

Mei Feng raged so fiercely that it almost seemed worrying.

“I wasn’t trying to disrespect you.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit!”

“Well, if that’s how you see it, can’t be helped.”

Kwon Hanul summoned his Dragon Demon Aura.

A dense black aura engulfed the entire arena.

Mei Feng—and even the spectators—froze in shock.

“T-that can’t be… Is that Dragon Combat Aura?”

“That’s ridiculous… No matter how strong Hyukcheon is, how could he…?”

“The sheer amount… It’s like an entire lake pouring out all at once.”

Kwon Hanul focused all his Dragon Demon Aura into the longsword.

The energy naturally condensed into the blade.

<‘Dragon Demon Aura and ‘Shura Aura’ are merging.>

The aura surrounding the sword grew even stronger.

Mei Feng’s face turned deathly pale.

“What do you think? With this, I should be worthy of testing my swordsmanship against the great Mei Clan, right?”

His voice was laced with mockery.

Mei Feng didn’t respond.

Instead, he silently adjusted his stance.

Kwon Hanul sensed it immediately—he was preparing his ultimate technique.

He readied himself as well.

Since he knew nothing of swordsmanship, he chose to rely on the Black Dragon Ascension Art.

Mei Feng lunged, thrusting his spear forward.

The crimson aura split into hundreds of streaks, raining down like a storm of arrows.

Kwon Hanul adjusted his stance to unleash his sword technique.

Black Dragon Ascension Art: Basic Form

Shatter Strike: Surging Flow

Originally, it was a technique that released energy all at once to destroy everything in its path.

Even before executing the technique, he knew—this attack would decide everything.

He unleashed all the aura stored in his sword.

A black tidal wave swallowed everything.

“You… monster…”

Those were Mei Feng’s final words before he was completely consumed by Dragon Demon Aura.

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