Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 31 Bloodline Awakening

Han Yun looked up, revealing a pair of cold eyes.

"I heard this is the best wrestling place in the capital?" Han Yun said casually.

The whole place fell silent.

Na Kui narrowed his eyes, and the iron gall bladder in his hand suddenly stopped with a "click".

"Where did this wild brat come from, daring to cause trouble here?" The victor of the arena grinned and stepped forward, his large, fan-like hand grabbing at Han Yun's shoulder.

Han Yun didn't move.

"Crack!"

The next instant, the burly man's wrist twisted strangely, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena, blood spurting from his mouth and nose!

"hiss--"

The other disciples gasped in shock.

No one saw how Han Yun made his move!
Na Kui suddenly stood up, his solid iron heart deformed by the pressure of his hand, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, and he roared, "How dare you! You dare to cause trouble on my territory?"

Han Yun remained calm, gently stroking the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and said indifferently, "Na Kui is a descendant of the Imperial Guard of the previous dynasty. His father, Na Zhenghong, was once a court martial arts instructor and a wrestler in the Shanpu Camp."

He slightly raised his eyes. "Am I right?"

Na Kui's pupils constricted sharply, then he burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha! Since you know my name, you still dare to come and die?"

With a sudden jolt, his bones and muscles cracked, and his hunched body straightened abruptly, his muscles bulging, standing like an iron tower.

"A wrestler?"

Han Yun chuckled, "Too bad, you can't touch me."

Before he finished speaking, Na Kui pounced like a tiger, his hands forming claws, aiming straight for Han Yun's shoulders. This pounce seemed simple, but it actually contained the wrestling technique "Tiger Pounces to Capture Dragon". Once caught, it would be a thousand pounds of force, making it difficult to break free.

However, Han Yun did not move, but the White Calf Blade was already drawn.

"Qiang!!!"

The blade flashed like snow, disappearing in an instant.

Na Kui's hands remained in a grabbing stance, but a line of blood had appeared on his wrists. His pupils contracted sharply, and when he looked down, he saw that his right hand had been severed at the wrist.

"What a fast knife..."

He murmured, blood gushing from the severed wound.

Han Yun sheathed his sword, turned around and said calmly, "Buku is all about close-quarters combat, but you can't even touch the hem of my clothes, how can you throw me?"

Na Kui's face was deathly pale, but he still gritted his teeth and grinned maliciously: "Boy, you think this is the end?"

He stomped his foot, and the ground shook violently, as if giving a command. Instantly, more than a dozen buk wrestlers rushed out from all around. They were wearing white cloth short shirts with narrow sleeves, and their collars were made of seven or eight layers of special satin that were tightly sewn together, making them tough and unbreakable, and able to protect against swords.

Each of them had bulging muscles and fierce eyes.

It is said that even a tiger fears a pack of wolves. Even Ao Bai was overthrown by a swarm of wolves.
Unfortunately, Han Yun was not a lone tiger.

They are not a pack of wolves.

"Kill him!" Na Kui shouted.

Han Yun's lips curled slightly, and the White Calf Blade was drawn again.

"Fierce Bull Azure Dragon Slash—"

The blade flashed like a dragon, accompanied by a white light and shadow resembling a bull's head and a dragon's body, sweeping across the entire arena in an instant!

"Puff puff!"

Blood splattered, and several wrestlers at the front froze simultaneously, then…

"Hey!"

Their bodies were as if cut by invisible blades, their muscles, bones, and tendons all splitting along the trajectory of the blade's energy.

Na Kui's expression changed drastically, and he retreated abruptly, but Han Yun's figure was already close by like a ghost. "Bang!"

With a soft palm strike, Na Kui's chest caved in, and he flew backward, spitting blood.

Han Yun caught up in mid-air, his white calf blade flashing coldly.

"Shh!"

Na Kui's right arm was severed at the shoulder.

"what--!"

Before the screams had even faded, Han Yun had already stomped on his throat, the tip of his knife pressed against his brow.

Na Kui's Adam's apple bobbed at Han Yun's feet, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He asked in bewilderment, "Who exactly are you?"

Han Yun's expression remained unchanged as he simply said, "I've taken on the Wang family's troubles for them, but I hate trouble, so I'll just have to ask you, the root of all this trouble, to die."

The wrestlers slowly gathered around, their eyes fierce, but none dared to step forward rashly. Han Yun's previous strike had shattered their courage.

Na Kui suddenly roared, slammed his one arm on the ground, and used the force to leap up, sweeping his left leg like an iron whip towards Han Yun's lower body.

This "Iron Threshold" is Buku's signature move, specifically designed to break the lower body. If hit, the leg bone will break instantly!
Han Yun didn't even lift his eyelids, and pressed the white calf knife down.

"laugh!"

As the blade flashed, Na Kui's left leg was severed at the knee, blood splattering everywhere. He fell heavily to the ground, finally letting out a shrill scream.

Han Yun sheathed his sword and stood there, coldly saying, "What are you resisting for? The day you started causing trouble for others, you should have expected that someone would come knocking on your door."

Covered in blood, Na Kui supported himself with only one arm. Fear finally showed in his eyes as he begged for mercy, "Spare my life, and you can have anything I have..."

But before he could finish speaking, Na Kui suddenly sprang up, his single arm like a hook, aiming straight for Han Yun's throat. This move, "Throat Lock Capture," was also a killing move of the Bu Ku Fang; once it was locked, the throat bone would be broken.

However, Han Yun's knife was faster than his; all of his opponent's small movements seemed incredibly slow to Han Yun.

"Shh!"

With a flash of light, Na Kui's one arm was severed at the shoulder!

"Take a deep breath. It's normal to feel dizzy. I was originally going to give you a quick death, but now you're almost a human pig."

Han Yun thrust his blade forward, instantly ending the opponent's suffering.

"puff!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and Na Kui's pupils suddenly dilated before dimming.

The surroundings were deathly silent; all the wrestlers were ashen-faced, and no one dared to move.

Han Yun turned to look at them, then murmured, "Wildfire cannot burn it all, the spring breeze brings it back to life."

The blade flashed again, and by then, no one in the Buku wrestling arena was left alive.

Then came the skillful process of destroying the evidence; Han Yun put all the bodies into his inner space.

Han Yun was wondering if he was being too ruthless, but as he browsed through Na Kui's memories, he suddenly discovered that there was someone behind Na Kui.

In the 1980s, some people from Northeast China approached Na Kui and supported him in establishing the Buku wrestling arena here. These people from Northeast China seemed to have some connection with Japan.

Han Yun frowned, and he couldn't help but think of the Japanese people in the Rusty Iron Arc of the Under One Person movie.

As early as the 1930s, 200,000 Japanese had quietly entered Northeast China to participate in activities such as railway construction and company establishment.

Under the guise of development and business, they secretly infiltrated the economy and carried out population migration. During the years when China was in decline, they ruthlessly plundered all resources.

Coal mines, iron mines, forests... especially that fertile black soil.

So many years have passed, but they still haven't given up their wolfish ambitions!
Following Na Kui's memory, Han Yun retrieved the letters he had exchanged with the other side in a dark room as evidence, then looked coldly in the other three directions.

At this moment, the bloodline awakened!

(End of this chapter)