I Obtained Guan Yu's Martial Arts - Chapter 28

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Gained Gwan Hui’s Martial Arts 028
Gwan Family House (3)
The arrival of the giant bearing the massive Great Sword on his back stopped everyone’s breath in an instant.
The king of the Underground Martial Arts Arena, as he was called, filled the arena with tension the moment he stepped forward.
Whoosh—
Mak Goong twisted his already sinister face further as he walked ahead.
“Hee, hee-ik!”
“Hiccup!”
The warriors who met his gaze stumbled backward as if they’d seen a tiger in their path.
‘Worthless insects.’
Mak Goong tore his gaze from these gutterlings and looked up at the giant standing above the arena.
A young man of towering build, lacking nothing when compared to himself.
From him radiated a ferocity unbefitting his years.
‘So it’s him.’
The moment Mak Goong—the Wangwol’s wielder—laid eyes on him, he understood it instinctively.
This was why the elder Jo Gwi had pestered him so insistently for help.
“Huh!”
Mak Goong let out a derisive snort.
‘They summoned me for this mere brat?’
Mak Goong was called one of the three masters of Heuk Yeom Bang, but overwhelmingly the strongest among them.
Yet his opponent wasn’t even a famous swordsman of renown—just some kid like that.
This was absurd. It was like using a tiger-slaying blade to catch a rabbit.
‘Best finish this quickly and get a drink.’
It wounded his pride to exchange moves at length with such a whelp.
Without ceremony, Mak Goong swung his enormous Great Sword horizontally.
Whoooosh!—
With a vicious sound that tore through the air, the Great Sword aimed for Gwan Hui’s neck.
“……!”
Everyone imagined in that instant that Gwan Hui’s head would be cleaved clean off, despite the speed belying his massive frame.
But then.
Clang!—
Gwan Hui, who had somehow raised his Crescent Moon Blade, deflected the Great Sword with ease.
That characteristic blank gaze turned toward Mak Goong.
“Ho. To block that. Not bad for a punk.”
Mak Goong curled his lips into a bloodthirsty smile and gripped the Great Sword with both hands.
Now he would display his true power.
“Let’s see you block this!”
Mak Goong swung his blade ceaselessly, as if hacking at stone with a pickax.
The hundreds of slashes wielded in a Violent Sword Path gradually became the opening forms of the Wangwol Sway-yeong, designed to grind the opponent to dust.
‘I’ll slice you to ribbons.’
Mak Goong smiled bloodthirstily as he swung his blade.
He harbored not a shred of doubt he would lose.
Between a Heuk Yeom Bang three master and this oversized brat lay an unbridgeable gap.
An insect remains an insect, no matter how large its body grows.
Bang!—Crash!—Crash-crash!—
An unceasing torrent of thunderous blows and flashes of yellowish lightning.
The Heuk Yeom Bang swordsmen watching were certain of Mak Goong’s imminent victory.
Enduring such a barrage of strikes seemed nearly impossible.
Yet Ho Woo of An Mun’s Cloud Fox contingent saw it differently.
A man who had saved his life countless times through sharp eyes, he sensed something amiss.
‘Something isn’t right.’
By all logic, Mak Goong should be crushing his opponent overwhelmingly.
But an inexplicable unease crept over him. He felt an ominous current in the air.
As if something terrible were about to unfold.
“Listen. Jo Gwi.”
“Speak.”
Jo Gwi’s mood soured at the casual tone used before his subordinates.
Yet he could not voice complaint to a man belonging to none other than An Mun itself, another Blade Path faction.
An Mun’s influence was simply too vast.
“Clear the onlookers. Bring the method-keepers.”
“The Path warriors, you say? We’re winning across the board—why haven’t they arrived?”
“Enough chatter. Bring them down here. Now.”
“……How many should I bring, sir?”
Ho Woo’s eyes had gone cold as he stared down into the Martial Arts Arena, and now he spoke.
“All of them. Bring them all.”
Ho Woo’s hand drifted toward the blade at his hip.
A premonition settled over him—that he might need to launch an ambush beyond his original calculations.

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The strange tension in the air had begun to intensify as time wore on.
“What in the world—?”
“Is Mak Goong toying with him? A match doesn’t go this long.”
Mak Goong of the Wangwol Blade and the young house-head of the White Blade—
The two of them had already exchanged hundreds upon hundreds of strikes.
Even after all the spectators had emptied the Underground Martial Arts Arena and every Path warrior of Heuk Yeom Bang had filled the space, the battle still raged on.
“Hngh—!”
Mak Goong’s face contorted as he swung the Great Sword with both hands locked firm.
His two arms, muscles bulging with strain, trembled with a fine, persistent quaver.
He’d never paused, never rested—just kept swinging the blade—and now his stamina was crashing toward its limit.
‘I can’t… I can’t stop.’
He needed to drop the blade just to catch his breath, to steady the air rushing to his throat.
But whenever he’d try to open distance and regain his composure, his opponent thrust the Crescent Moon Blade forward again, grinding away that chance.
The way his opponent’s Crescent Moon Blade moved—defending without wavering, launching counterattacks at the precise moment—it clung to Mak Goong’s feet like a creeping vine, refusing him escape.
‘What is he thinking… what is he after?’
Meeting Gwan Hui’s expressionless gaze, Mak Goong’s pupils trembled violently.
They’d traded enough moves now for him to know the truth: Gwan Hui was not his inferior.
He couldn’t fathom why his opponent wouldn’t end it.
.
.
.
‘This is it.’
Gwan Hui arched his back, slipping past the Great Sword’s arc, and something glimmered behind his eyes.
‘Now I understand what Sword-Body Unity means.’
Mak Goong’s blade techniques, unfolded hundreds upon hundreds of times.
Even for a heterodox school, they held a purity of approach—and from that unfolding, Gwan Hui had grasped the seed of enlightenment.
‘He’s not supposed to unfold it like that.’
Mak Goong of the Wangwol Blade commanded excellent technique.
But the level of the man wielding that technique was something else entirely.
He failed to trace the path the form had laid out; his Blade Path had become muddied, scattered.
‘When the person wavers, the blade wavers too.’
Polearms and blades themselves have no emotion—they do not waver.
Yet the person who wields them does.
To strip away emotion and become oneself a single blade—
That is the way to fully unfold the forms of martial discipline, and the path to entering Sword-Body Unity.
-Excellent. That is the answer.
The General’s voice, heard in the depths of his mind, trembled faintly.
Most who walk the Way of Martial Arts never reach this insight.
For the youth to grasp such a precious understanding at only twenty—the General could not help but be moved.
-Now you truly are a First-class Warrior.
‘I owe it all to you, General.’
Gwan Hui easily deflected the Great Sword before him, offering his gratitude to the General in the depths of his thoughts.
The enemy in front of him had long since vanished from his awareness.
He had never truly been a match to begin with.
-Now, unfold the forms based on this enlightenment.
‘Yes, General.’
Gwan Hui shifted his grip on the Crescent Moon Blade and began to advance, trading defense for offense.
Whoosh—
Turning his head to slip past the Great Sword, the first technique he unleashed was Jeok Hwa Gwang Mu.
It was a martial art that accelerated the flow of blood, multiplying the body’s abilities several-fold in speed.
“……!!”
Mak Goong couldn’t hide his alarm at Gwan Hui’s movements suddenly doubling in speed.
His opponent’s motions had become too swift for his eyes to follow.
“This bastard…!”
Whoosh—
Panicked, Mak Goong swung his Great Sword in a wide, instinctive arc.
But the blind slash, thrown without sight, could never connect with an opponent he couldn’t see.
“You’re slow.”
Gwan Hui sidestepped the Great Sword with ease, then gripped his Crescent Moon Blade with both hands, channeling all his strength into it.
The Cheon Geuk Un Myeol Do unfolded.
As the initial form of the Wol Hwa Pa Cheon—that moonlit Blade Aura said to cleave the very heavens—bloomed forth, a crescent moon rose in the darkness of the Underground Martial Arts Arena.
Slice—
Mak Goong’s neck, severed cleanly above that crescent.
His body, robbed of control, collapsed lifelessly to the floor.
“…!”
“Impossible! This can’t be real!”
“Mak Goong?!”
The man who had been called the king of the Underground Martial Arts Arena.
His severed head rolled across the floor with pathetic helplessness.
The Heuk Yeom Bang fighters, who had never doubted his victory for a moment, could not contain their shock.
“Nothing special.”
Gwan Hui flicked the blood from his Crescent Moon Blade with casual indifference, his cold gaze sweeping across them all.
“You!”
Jo Gwi, the elder of Heuk Yeom Bang who had been watching everything from above, descended the stairs.
“I’ll grant it—your skill is impressive for one so young.”
Despite having just lost his finest subordinate moments before, an easy smile played at the corners of his mouth.
Thanks to Ho Woo, he had prepared by summoning reinforcements in advance.
And Ho Woo himself—he could feel him moving into position, concealed, preparing an ambush.
Countless underlings, and Ho Woo, a First-class Warrior, besides.
Moreover, this intruder had already burned through his stamina and inner reserves in hundreds of exchanges with Mak Goong.
Against such numbers, no man could hope to survive. His death was certain.
“Heh. Now that you’re spent, do you truly believe you can stand against all of us?”
Before Jo Gwi’s words had finished, thirty pairs of eyes blazed with predatory light.
The full force of Heuk Yeom Bang had assembled in this place.
Everyone except the faction leader, currently in secluded cultivation, had gathered to kill this one man.
With this many, he was confident they could even bring down a master at the peak of First-class rank.
“You’re trapped here. You won’t leave this place unless you become a corpse.”
“…So you were right about that, Ju Ho.”
Gwan Hui, whose eyes had been cold as he surveyed the Heuk Yeom Bang fighters, called out.
“Ju Ho. Lock the door.”
“Yes, brother.”
Ju Ho, who had already moved to the great iron gate, wrapped the chains hanging beside it through the mechanism, sealing the door shut.
There was one thing the Heuk Yeom Bang dogs had misunderstood.
They hadn’t trapped Gwan Hui.
Gwan Hui had trapped them.
“…?”
“What foolish thing are you doing?”
The Heuk Yeom Bang fighters stared, bewildered and uncomprehending.
Gwan Hui approached one of them and severed his neck with a single clean stroke.
Thud—
A head rolled across the floor, the light of consciousness not yet fully departed from its eyes.
Gwan Hui stood upon that head, his gaze sharp as a blade, sweeping across them all.
“You’re the ones who are trapped.”

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Tap-tap—
A beautiful woman with a bow slung across her back tapped the ground with the back of her hand.
She would tap the ground with her knuckles, then move to another location and repeat.
“…?”
Passersby she encountered wondered if she was mad, but she paid them no mind.
“Ah. Around here, but where exactly?”
She simply continued repeating the same motions, circling the area over and over.
“Found it!”
After pacing about in seemingly pointless patterns, her eyes suddenly brightened.
“It’s really here. Just like Ju Ho said.”
Hwang So So, whose beauty outshone countless other women even with her hair hastily tied back and her disheveled appearance, began digging with a shovel she’d prepared in advance.
Moments later, a sturdy wooden door emerged from between the earthen layers.
It was the sole exit from the Underground Martial Arts Arena.
“I took too long finding it. I need to hurry.”
Hwang So So frantically seized the door handle and pulled the exit open.
Gwan Hui and Ju Ho were trapped facing thirty Heuk Yeom Bang swordsmen.
She had to help them as quickly as possible.
No matter how skilled Gwan Hui was, numbers were numbers—there was no way around that.
‘If I don’t help soon, something terrible might…….’
Hwang So So descended through the exit into the underground and froze.
The sight before her eyes was so shocking that her legs turned to ice.
“Master… Master of the house?!”
What startled her was Gwan Hui, the patriarch of the Gwan Family House.
She had known his martial prowess exceeded what his age suggested.
She had witnessed it with her own eyes on that battlefield.
‘His realm has already… risen further?!’
Yet the overwhelming power Gwan Hui displayed now was on an entirely different scale from before.
His Crescent Moon Blade, wielded by one who had grasped the mysteries of Sword-Body Unity and ascended to First-class Warrior rank, was sharper than ever before.
Whoosh!—Whoosh!—
His Crescent Moon Blade, wreathed in Blade Qi, cleaved through the Heuk Yeom Bang swordsmen as easily as slicing through tofu.
Straight swords, spears, shields—nothing could stop the Crescent Moon Blade.
Everything before it was simply split and torn asunder.
‘This can’t be real…….’
It was commonly said that the Violent Sword Path lacked gentleness.
But if one witnessed the martial art Gwan Hui was displaying now, they would think differently.
Violent power and gentleness.
His Crescent Moon Blade contained both.
“Watch out……!”
Seeing a Heuk Yeom Bang swordsman approaching from behind Gwan Hui, Hwang So So hastily drew her bowstring.
Twang!—
But before her arrow could fly, the Crescent Moon Blade’s edge had already slashed across the man’s throat.
Gwan Hui, redirecting his blade backward by striking the end of the shaft with his fingertips, had cut him down.
After that, Gwan Hui twisted on the ball of his foot and spun his body sharply, slashing the throats of three enemies in succession.
With each movement he made, at least two Heuk Yeom Bang swordsmen lost their lives and crashed to the ground.
It was different from mere killing.
With his inborn divine strength added to the massive polearm weapon that was the Crescent Moon Blade, his enemies were torn into two or three pieces as they met their end.
Overwhelming martial power, pure and simple.
That merciless Violent Sword Path was so brutal that even those cold-blooded Heuk Yeom Bang assassins trembled in their shoulders.
“Wow…….”
Hwang So So forgot she was meant to help, lost in admiration of his martial prowess.
“Miss Hwang! Over here. Over here!”
Ju Ho, fleeing from two Heuk Yeom Bang swordsmen pursuing him, desperately waved his hands.
“Truly…… you are remarkable, Master.”
But his words didn’t reach Hwang So So’s ears—her mind had completely abandoned her at the sight of Gwan Hui’s display.
“Miss Hwang! So So? Hey, Hwang!”
“Oh!”
Hwang So So, hearing his voice belatedly, aimed her bowstring toward the space behind Ju Ho.
“Help me, will you!”
……
Hwang So So’s brow twitched, her pride stung.
‘I’ll help him in a moment.’
Seeing him still darting about energetically, it seemed she could help later.
Much later, in fact.

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