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Chapter 110: Postponed (3)
The next day, Kwon Hanul boarded a flight bound for the Hyukcheon Clan.
“Geez, all this chaos just because of some Mei Xiao or whatever…”
Kwon Myung-woo grumbled, clearly displeased with the abrupt change in schedule.
Joo Hayun placed a teacup in front of him and asked, “Is it really that bothersome to you?”
“Of course it is. I finally had a chance to spend time with this brat Hanul, and now it’s all gone to waste.”
Hanul, sitting nearby, replied in disbelief, “I'm not a kid. ‘Spend time with me’—really?”
“To me, you’re still just a child.”
“Considering the age gap between us, that’s fair, I suppose.”
“You brat, you think I meant it like that?”
Kwon Myung-woo clicked his tongue in frustration.
“I was going to show you how fun it is to spend money.”
He kept fidgeting with the mask he had worn since arriving in the city of Mystery. He clearly had some lingering attachment to it.
“Lord Kwon Hanul, here.”
“Ah, thank you.”
Hanul took the tea that Hayun handed him, took a sip, and glanced around the plane.
‘The atmosphere feels so gloomy.’
Kwon Hudon, Mei Hong, and Gael Garcia were all sitting apart, each in their own space.
They didn’t seem to be fighting, just lost in thought.
‘The opponents they faced on the first day weren’t ordinary.’
While Hanul was fighting a member of the Sanchez family, the other three had also encountered powerful adversaries. All three of them were frustrated that none of their battles had ended decisively.
As he looked around, lost in thought, Hanul suddenly turned to Kwon Myung-woo.
“Granduncle, can I ask you something?”
“What is it?”
Kwon Myung-woo was about to remove his mask when Hanul asked, “Why did the Chairman order you to assist me?”
Myung-woo froze mid-motion.
* * *
“Is that plane carrying the Hyukcheon worms?” A man wearing an orange bandana asked.
Ten others stood around him, all wearing matching orange headbands.
“Yes, it’s confirmed. We got the info by threatening someone high up in the city of Mystery.”
“You must be talking about Mark Goldpixie. If the elders find out we’ve made an enemy of the Goldpixie family over this, they’ll be furious.”
“There was no other choice. And don’t forget, it was the elders themselves who said we could do anything to retrieve the Founder's artifact.”
The man still looked displeased but didn’t argue further.
“Shouldn’t we shoot the plane down before it gets any farther?” Maria Sanchez asked.
The man responded with concern, “If it’s your order, I’ll follow it… but this is a civilian area. If we cause trouble here, things will escalate.”
As he noted, the area was surrounded by residential buildings.
Any battle here would inevitably result in civilian casualties.
“Oh, you sound like such a child all of a sudden. Are you really the Khan Sanchez I know?”
Khan Sanchez.
If the Sanchez family's bloodline were ranked by strength, he would proudly stand at the top.
One of the few true powerhouses recognized worldwide.
The people wearing the same bandanas as him were members of Dentes de Leao — the elite force of the Sanchez family.
“Of course I am. I was just double-checking.”
Khan Sanchez shrugged it off. In truth, he couldn’t care less about civilian casualties.
“Then let’s begin.”
With that, Khan Sanchez activated his power.
* * *
Cough.
Kwon Myung-woo coughed, shocked. He stared at Hanul, having forgotten all about removing his mask.
“H-how did you know?”
“I was just fishing… So the Chairman really did give the order.”
Kwon Myung-woo looked dumbfounded.
“You little punk—did you just trick me?”
“Trick? Please, let’s call it ‘leading questioning.’ I had my suspicions, but no proof.”
“Ugh…”
Myung-woo groaned.
“Can’t believe I fell for that, at my age. When did you start suspecting me?”
“From the start. The opponents were too strong for you to just show up to ‘help.’ You’re not the meddling type.”
Hanul didn’t claim to fully understand Myung-woo.
But one thing he knew for sure: Myung-woo was never the kind of man to interfere in someone else’s fight.
“So I figured someone must’ve asked you. And there’s only one person who could give such an order to you.”
There was only one man who could command the Hyukcheon Strongest Fist.
Kwon Seonwoo — Chairman of the Hyukcheon Group, and head of the Hyukcheon Clan.
“Honestly, I wasn’t sure. The Chairman’s not exactly the helpful type.”
Kwon Seonwoo was known to push people into crises in the name of ‘testing their value,’ not to help them.
Besides, there was another reason Hanul had doubts.
“I thought the Chairman hated me. Why would he ask you to help me?”
Myung-woo scratched his head, clearly uncomfortable.
“That’s not something I can answer carelessly. But I can tell you this: My brother doesn’t hate you.”
“Impossible. My father…”
“Yes. Your father, Kwon Cheon, and my brother didn’t get along. But that…”
Myung-woo paused.
“That’s something you should hear from the Chairman himself.”
Hanul wasn’t ready to drop the subject.
But just then, Myung-woo’s expression shifted.
“…Sanchez. Those meatheads have really lost it.”
Hanul could feel it too — the massive surge of mana outside the plane.
He rushed to the window and looked toward the port they had departed from.
A giant was approaching — formed from cloudy, mist-like energy, clenching its fist.
The giant extended its fist slowly, then suddenly accelerated toward the plane.
“Everyone, brace yourselves!”
The moment Myung-woo shouted, the giant’s fist smashed into the aircraft.
* * *
“No deaths, as expected.”
As Khan Sanchez deactivated his power, the giant made of mist vanished.
“No deaths? What about the flight crew?”
“There must be someone quite skilled among them. Even protected the crew.”
Khan’s head turned slightly, tracking something in the air.
A man was leaping through the sky, holding the unconscious crew in both arms.
Khan wanted to see his face — but the man wore a mask.
“I’ll handle him. You, retrieve the artifact.”
“Understood. What about the Dentes de Leao unit?”
“Keep them on standby. Call them if it gets dangerous.”
Maria Sanchez smirked.
“You’re joking, right?”
“I am.”
With that, Khan Sanchez vanished after the masked man.
Once he was gone, Maria turned to the other Sanchez bloodlines who had come with her.
“Time to move. Everyone, target one person each. And…”
She turned her thumb downward.
“Make sure they die.”
* * *
“Bastards.”
Kwon Myung-woo laid the unconscious crew on the grass and cursed.
“How dare they target Hyukcheon. They must have a death wish.”
The plane he had been on was marked with the Hyukcheon Clan’s emblem.
Attacking it was no different from declaring war.
“I hope the others made it out okay…”
The explosion had scattered the party in all directions.
He wanted to search for them immediately, but first, he had to get the crew to safety.
“Let’s get them somewhere secure first…”
A sound of someone landing interrupted him.
He turned to see a man with a crimson bandana.
“You.”
The moment he saw the man, he knew — this was the one who destroyed the plane.
“Yes. Me.”
“You’ve got a rude way of speaking for a young punk.”
The man wasn’t that young, but compared to Myung-woo, he was still a junior.
“We’re about to try to kill each other. No point being polite.”
“That disrespectful attitude suits the Sanchez family.”
Myung-woo turned fully toward him and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Khan Sanchez.”
Ho—
Myung-woo let out a low whistle.
“So you’re the upstart who replaced Leonardo Sanchez as the top dog.”
Khan’s brow twitched at the name of the previous first-in-command.
The man in front of him was far too composed.
“And your name?”
“You don’t know me? Ah, must be the mask.”
Myung-woo raised his hand and took off his mask.
Khan’s face turned pale the moment he saw it.
“…Th-the Hyukcheon’s Strongest Fist?”
Myung-woo bared his fangs in a grin.
“Now do you realize who you’ve messed with?”
Khan’s face drained of all color.
“I’ll give you one chance. Take your people and get out of here.”
Conflict flickered across Khan’s face.
“Everyone, gather!”
Khan suddenly roared. The shout echoed in all directions.
Soon, others wearing the same red bandanas appeared.
Myung-woo studied them with interest.
“Dentes de Leao, huh? Even brought the Sanchez elites. What are you planning?”
Even after recognizing them, Myung-woo showed no sign of tension.
On the contrary, it was the elite unit that looked visibly shaken.
“Calling them here… means you’re serious about fighting me, doesn’t it?”
Myung-woo’s power surged — the aura he had been holding back exploded outward.
“Don’t expect to leave here alive.”
* * *
Landing wasn’t that hard.
Kwon Hanul quickly sharpened his senses. He needed to locate where the others had fallen.
But before that, a man dropped from the sky.
He radiated a chilling killing intent.
It was a face he had never seen, but he already knew who it was. He’d encountered someone with that kind of physique before.
“One of the Sánchez bloodkin I saw at the underground arena?”
“Thanks for recognizing me.”
The man twisted his mouth into a smirk. Kwon Hanul smiled back in kind.
“Let me introduce myself properly. Marcos Sánchez.”
Marcos Sánchez.
One of the high-risk individuals Joo Hayun had warned him about after their previous clash with the Sánchez family.
Among the active bloodkin of the Sánchez family, he stood out with overwhelming power.
But Kwon Hanul couldn’t care less about the guy’s name.
“So, Marcos Sánchez. Why are you here in front of me?”
“What a question. Obviously—for revenge.”
“One loss wasn’t enough for you, huh?”
At those words, Marcos Sánchez’s brow twitched.
“Arrogant bastard. I couldn’t use even half my power back then because I had to hide my identity. But now—it’s different!”
The muscles on Marcos Sánchez’s body began to swell grotesquely.
It looked as if he were donning armor made of flesh.
Strength Amplification.
If the Black Dragon Bloodline had Demonic Aura, then for the Superhuman Bloodline, this power was their defining ability.
“Judging from that look, you know what this is. Seems like you’ve done your homework on the Superhuman Bloodline?”
“To some extent.”
“Then you must know exactly what this ability does.”
Of course he did.
Explosive enhancement of physical abilities. And enough durability to withstand external attacks.
It was, quite literally, armor made of muscle.
“Now I’ll show you my real strength.”
Marcos Sánchez bent his knees. His grotesquely enlarged muscles contracted.
As he straightened them, they expanded once more—turning his body into a cannonball.
A charge as simple as it was brutal.
Using that momentum, he threw a punch at Kwon Hanul.
At that moment, Kwon Hanul moved his hand.
Foundational Form of the Black Dragon Ascension Technique
Guarding Strike: Claw Angle
Kwon Hanul swung his forearm and blocked Marcos Sánchez’s punch.
With a harsh sound, Marcos Sánchez’s fist was knocked aside.
Shock flickered across his face. He hadn’t expected his all-out attack to be brushed off so easily.
“You said you were holding back to hide your identity?”
Marcos Sánchez looked up at the voice coming from just steps away.
“So was I.”
Kwon Hanul took a stance. Clenching his fist, he aimed at Marcos Sánchez’s solar plexus and twisted his waist to strike.
Foundational Form of the Black Dragon Ascension Technique
Striking Form: Spiral Wave
Kwon Hanul’s punch slammed into Marcos Sánchez’s gut.
The unleashed Dragon Demon Aura tore across the ground.
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