I Obtained Guan Yu's Martial Arts - Chapter 2

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Obtaining Guan Yu’s Martial Arts 002
Guan Hui (2)
“……?”
At the sudden outburst of curses and Guan Hui’s quavering voice, Guan Yu could not hide his bewilderment.
‘Has the poison reached deep into his mind?’
Had it driven him mad?!
Guan Hui’s sudden fit of madness looked nothing but lunacy to his eyes.
In his era, such violent and undignified conduct was unthinkable.
“Ah, my apologies. I was simply overjoyed.”
Seeing Guan Yu’s flustered expression, Guan Hui hastily suppressed his excitement.
The composure he had cultivated over years of enduring debt collectors’ demands returned to him in an instant.
Yet his heart still raced—far more violently than ever before.
‘The Martial Arts of my ancestor.’
The ancient texts called Guan Yu a Foe of Ten Thousand.
A commander capable of facing ten thousand soldiers alone.
To be able to learn such Martial Arts.
The very thought sent tremors coursing through his entire body.
‘If I could truly obtain that Martial Art…….’
If that came to pass, the revival of the Guan Clan Estate before Clan Destruction would cease to be a hollow dream.
To a Martial Clan, there was nothing more vital than Martial Arts.
If the Guan Clan Estate could reclaim Guan Yu’s Martial Arts.
Perhaps they might escape not merely the brink of destruction, but actually rebuild the clan’s former glory.
“…….”
Guan Yu opened his mouth to rebuke him, then closed it again.
The undignified display displeased him, yet on the other hand, such genuine joy was rather satisfying.
In this eternal expanse of Zhongtian, it was something he no longer felt.
‘I suppose I can overlook this much.’
Guan Yu himself had gradually worn away through the ages, changed in many ways.
Even if it displeased him somewhat, he could afford to turn a blind eye.
Because this descendant was absolutely necessary for his purpose.
“But how will you teach me the Martial Arts? Here? Is this a place where time stops?”
Looking at Guan Hui, brimming with anticipation, Guan Yu shook his head firmly.
“That is not the case.”
“Oh, then do you mean you’ll inject the secret formulas directly into my mind with a single gesture?!”
“That is not the case either.”
“……Then what?”
“A part of my Spirit Form will dwell within you. From your mind, I will teach you the Martial Arts gradually as we go.”
“Hmm……. Couldn’t I just learn something now? Even a little?”
Guan Yu regarded his descendant, eager to learn, with a faint smile.
“The time you have here is not long. Creating a breach between the heavens and the mortal world in secret is no simple matter.”
“Pardon?”
At words an ordinary person could not comprehend, Guan Hui tilted his head in confusion.
“And if you linger much longer, you may well die.”
“I may die?”
“Look.”
Guan Yu gestured lightly toward the empty air.
The white space opened like parting clouds, and through the gap appeared a view of the Current World.
Within it lay Guan Hui unconscious, sprawled in a supine position, while Garam from the Hongyakbang stood with his blade drawn, pointing it at Guan Hui’s throat.
“What? That madman?!”
At the sight of Garam moving to take his life, Guan Hui could not conceal his shock.
Why would he—?!
“Go now.”
Guan Yu gestured with his chin toward the space, urging him to leap through.
“Wait, just a moment! Even if he is mad, his Martial Arts are second-rate. I am merely third-rate—I cannot defeat him. Please, teach me something, anything!”
Garam was not particularly exceptional even among the members of the Hongyakbang.
Yet he remained a true second-rate martial master.
He surpassed Guan Hui, a third-rate Martial Clan’s mediocre clan head without any proper Martial Arts techniques.
Fighting as things stood would mean only a dog’s death.
“Do not worry. I will aid you.”
With a gesture from Guan Yu, the opened space expanded further.
A space that had grown to the size of a house swallowed Guan Hui’s body in an instant.
“Wait, wait a moment. General. General……!”
Guan Hui lost consciousness again, engulfed in that pure white light.

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“Gasp!”
Guan Hui’s body trembled violently as his eyes snapped open.
Before him lay proof that everything that had just happened was no dream—the Hongyakbang stood intact, and Garam held a drawn blade, his eyes wide with shock.
“What? You didn’t pass out?”
“Garam. What the hell are you doing? Have you lost your mind? Put that damn blade away, now.”
“Ha! Stay still. You bastard. Unless you want to die.”
As Guan Hui tried to push the blade away, Garam twisted his face into a snarl and pressed the sword closer to his throat.
“You son of a bitch……!”
“Look, I’m sorry about this. If you don’t die from this poison either, I’m in real trouble. No matter how tough you are, if the toxin the Five Poisons Sect made me pay good money for doesn’t work, won’t the faction leader have my head?”
“You’re killing someone just for that?”
“Don’t take it so hard. That’s just how life is in the Black Path. Kill or be killed.”
Garam smiled thinly, his expression turning cruel, and pressed the blade harder against Guan Hui’s neck.
Scrape—
Guan Hui’s teeth clenched against the sharp pain that cut through his throat.
‘I can’t die like this.’
Just as a single ray of sunlight finally pierced through the heavy clouds that had hung over the Guan Clan Estate.
He couldn’t meet a pathetic end right when misfortune was ending and happiness was about to begin.
Not at the hands of some broken Black Path wretch.
“Who said I’d die quietly, you bastard!”
Guan Hui’s teeth ground together as he thrashed, swinging his fists wildly.
Lying on his back, the force couldn’t properly flow from his legs, and without proper martial training, his form and stance were utterly chaotic—nothing but crude, flailing strikes.
“Ha! Madman. You think a punch like that will make me blink?”
Garam curled his lips into a thin smile and let out a scoff.
“Pathetic fool.”
Clumsy fists from a man on his back—
Garam smirked, even closing his eyes.
No Internal Energy threaded through the strikes, no proper technique—just garbage.
He felt they didn’t even deserve to be dodged.
That was Garam’s fatal mistake.
Boom!—
With a sound like a cannon exploding, Garam’s jaw snapped violently to the side.
The impact was so sudden and fierce that his neck cracked audibly.
“Hack!”
Ten teeth scattered from Garam’s mouth in an instant, and before he could even register what happened, his head crashed into the opposite wall.
Blood dripped—
With his skull caved in, he died where he fell.
A single crude punch from a third-rate fighter had ended the life of a seasoned second-rate martial artist.
“……What?”
Guan Hui’s mouth fell open at the shocking sight.
‘What… what just happened?’
This tremendous, overwhelming strength—
He couldn’t believe it had come from himself.
‘Could the General have helped me?’
Now that he thought about it, before they’d left that white space, the General had promised to help him.
Surely it was the General’s aid that had granted Guan Hui such enormous power.
—It wasn’t me who did that.
The voice of Guan Yu echoed in his mind, tinged with disbelief.
—You did it with your own Innate Physical Strength.
To Guan Yu, these words were rather absurd.
He had been willing to risk damage to his Spirit Form, awakening fragments of his soul to lend Guan Hui his own power.
But before that process was even complete, the boy had ended his opponent with a single punch—and now he was crediting him?
It was utterly ridiculous.
“……? You’re saying I did it?”
—Yes. It was done with your own Innate Physical Strength.
“Come on. How could that be?”
Guan Hui shook his head emphatically, his face full of doubt.
“I may be stronger than most, but not by that much. I’ve fought before, you know.”
Though Guan Hui was only a third-rate martial artist, he wasn’t entirely without combat experience.
Once in his life, just once, he’d fought a third-rate martial master.
“And I was utterly destroyed.”
It was back when he’d barely come of age.
That day, Guan Hui had clashed with some unknown third-rate swordsman and been beaten savagely without landing a single blow.
The man had effortlessly dodged every attack, and even the one perfect opening Guan Hui had seized—throwing dirt in his opponent’s eyes—hadn’t so much as scratched him.
“I understand. I’m nowhere near that level.”
—…….
“You were just being modest, weren’t you? I’m not an idiot, General.”
—…….
Guan Yu found himself at a loss.
Even when he’d been alive, he couldn’t recall being this bewildered.
—’Doesn’t even give me a chance to help, and here he—’
“It’s fine, really. General. I understand. So we’ll say you didn’t help after all.”
—…….
Though Guan Yu had plenty more to say in the face of such absurdity, he decided not to pursue the matter further.
There were more pressing concerns at hand.
—First, sit in a cross-legged position. I’ll teach you one of my martial arts right now.
“Here? Right now?”
Guan Hui looked around uncertainly, eyeing the space.
The Underground Facility, littered haphazardly with Garam’s corpse and filled with half-finished Poison Vials, was hardly an ideal place for training.
Martial training was normally conducted somewhere that offered at least some guarantee of the martial artist’s safety.
—We don’t have the time for that.
“Time?”
—The comrades of those Black Path insects you killed won’t be long in arriving, will they? We must prepare in advance.
“Ah, I see.”
The General was right.
By killing Garam, he’d made an enemy of Hongyakbang as surely as if he’d declared it outright.
‘Claiming it was an accident won’t convince them.’
The moment they saw Garam’s body, they’d draw their blades to kill Guan Hui—there was no doubt of that.
Guan Hui had no intention of dying meekly, so he’d have to fight them.
“I understand.”
Guan Hui nodded and was about to sit cross-legged when—
Thump-thump-thump—
The sound of footsteps descending into the Underground Facility echoed down.
—Three of them. Second-rate level.
“Hmm. Not much time to learn then.”
Three enforcers from Hongyakbang, averaging second-rate skill.
Even with his natural Innate Physical Strength, Guan Hui’s third-rate martial skill alone wasn’t enough to face them.
He’d gotten lucky with Garam because the man had been careless, but there was no guarantee these three would be so obliging.
—Lock the door. Half a Double Hour should be enough.
“……All right.”
Guan Hui was incredulous, but he moved according to Guan Yu’s orders.
Half a Double Hour? That was barely thirty minutes.
Learning the Samjae Sword Technique—even a third-rate martial art hawked in the streets—took several Double Hours.
And Guan Yu expected him to master a technique from a man who’d dominated an entire era in mere half a Double Hour?
‘I suppose I have no choice but to trust him.’
Before the men could descend further, Guan Hui locked the laboratory door.
Fearing it still wasn’t enough, he lifted a massive boulder of unknown purpose and barricaded the entrance.
—Wait. You mustn’t use Internal Energy from the start.
“What? I’m not using Internal Energy.”
—…….
Guan Yu, struck speechless once again, found himself at another loss.
‘What kind of wild boar is this man?’
In the meantime, Guan Hui had lifted the boulder—one that seemed to require the combined strength of ten ordinary men—and positioned it to block the laboratory door.
It was truly astounding Innate Physical Strength.
—Remarkable!
Through Guan Hui, Guan Yu witnessed this display and couldn’t help but marvel at it.
Though a spirit form had no features, if it had, Guan Hui would have stood frozen with gaping mouth, struck dumb by astonishment.
-The strength is extraordinary.
It truly was remarkable.
He had never once encountered another soul possessed of such raw, inborn physical power—save for Fengxian.
“Ah, it’s all thanks to your guidance, General.”
-…….
Watching Guan Hui still misunderstand, Guan Yu sighed quietly to himself.
He had always held humility to be a virtue.
But seeing such excessive deference, he was beginning to doubt whether it truly was one.
-Now I shall teach you the Chihuo Guangwu.
The Chihuo Guangwu.
It was among the greatest martial arts of the age, the very technique that had earned Guan Yu his legendary renown as a supreme commander.
Even other generals, proud of their own martial skills, would have yearned to master this alone.
-The Chihuo Guangwu is an external force wielded through the strength of the flesh alone.
It is an external force deployed without drawing upon internal energy, relying solely on the body’s raw power.
Created by Yun Zhang himself, the Chihuo Guangwu accelerates the flow of blood through the veins, multiplying the body’s capabilities severalfold. It transforms the practitioner into a force of blinding speed.
As the blood surges and the skin turns the color of red dates, this art became the very sign by which enemies knew him during his days as a general—the mark they learned to fear.
Since time is short, I shall teach you this much for now.
“General, I don’t mean to doubt you… but can I really stand against those men with just this one technique?”
-Do not worry, Houdai. The Chihuo Guangwu is the supreme external force. When combined with the innate physical strength you already possess, those mere foot soldiers will be beneath your notice.
Guan Yu spoke with boundless confidence.
In that voice, one could almost see his face as it had been—arrogant and cold, yet softened by the faintest smile.
-Your only concern need be where to pile the corpses of your enemies.

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