I Obtained Guan Yu's Martial Arts - Chapter 29

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Obtained Guan Yu’s Martial Arts 029
Guan Clan (4)
A massive hand seized Huk Yeom Bang Do by the shoulder.
Crack!-
With the sickening sound of bone shattering, a terrible scream tore from Huk Yeom Bang Do’s mouth.
“Gaahhhhh!”
Huk Yeom Bang Do’s shoulder blade crushed to powder by the grip, he tumbled across the floor.
Splash!-
A keen silver blade separated his neck from his head.
The overwhelming force cleaved even the stone floor beneath in half.
“What manner of monster……!”
Tae Gyeok, known as the Cruel Sword, one of the three supreme masters of Huk Yeom Bang, stood slack-jawed.
Such crude, brutish raw strength—pulverizing bone with a bare grip.
He could not hide his shock.
“Damn monster. Die!”
Even as he cursed, Tae Gyeok drove his blade with precision toward the back of Guan Hui’s neck.
A sharp, calculated strike aimed at an opening.
Yet it was stopped far too easily.
Clang!-
A violent metallic ring echoed through the air as Tae Gyeok’s arms shuddered.
Struck by the Halberd Blade charged with tremendous force, both his wrists went numb.
“Kugh……!”
Ligaments tearing, Tae Gyeok’s face twisted like a crumpled sheet of paper.
‘What is this monstrous strength…….’
Ordinarily, combat between martial artists is decided by polished technique and accumulated skill.
But this creature’s raw power ignored all such conventions entirely.
His innate strength was so overwhelming that by itself it dominated opponents of equal rank.
“Rooahhh!”
Tae Gyeok’s muscles bulged to the tearing point as he poured everything into his blade.
Whoosh!-
Even the monster was forced back this time, yielding ground.
“Krahaha! I yield to no one in raw strength either, you damned beast!”
Emboldened, Tae Gyeok drew every ounce of power he possessed into a single blade strike.
The Lonely Peak Single Slash—technique that spent inner energy, stamina, and will all at once.
Whoooosh!-
With the sound of air tearing, Tae Gyeok’s blade traced a vertical line.
“Mm.”
Guan Hui’s Halberd Blade, swung without fanfare, traced a horizontal line.
The vertical cut and the horizontal arc met at the center in that single instant.
Crash!-
With the shriek of metal tearing, the Cruel Sword split cleanly in half.
“……!?”
Tae Gyeok’s eyes widened in utter shock.
His Cruel Sword, infused with a small amount of rare steel, was renowned as a true blade.
Moreover, that Halberd Blade showed no trace of Blade Energy.
In other words, steel had met steel.
That Halberd Blade was surely no eternal ore.
How could it be……!?
The question lasted no longer than a moment.
With a smooth rotation, the Halberd Blade changed direction and plunged into Tae Gyeok’s flank.
Rip!-
Shearing through ribs and sundering organs, the Halberd Blade emerged from his opposite side.
Tae Gyeok’s body was severed cleanly in half in an instant.
“……!”
His vision slowly lowered, then dimmed to absolute darkness as it touched the ground.
His expression, meeting an unforeseen death, remained frozen in shock.
“Growing a bit weary.”
Guan Hui caught his breath and repositioned his Halberd Blade.
There had been no worthy opponents to truly test him, so the strain was not severe—yet still he was noticeably fatigued.
Having deployed his martial arts without pause against thirty martial artists, it was only natural.
It was thanks to the Heavenly Martial Body’s innate talent and his natural raw strength that he could win without a single wound.
Any other first-class martial artist would have already collapsed from a mortal injury.
“Don’t even think about running.”
Guan Hui’s gaze fell upon Jo Gwi, who was backing away.
Confronted by that sinister light in his eyes, Jo Gwi’s feet froze in place.
“……!”
Even standing still, his presence radiated an overwhelming pressure.
With crimson blood smeared across his face and body, that menace deepened—his gaze alone made hearts clench with dread.
It was like encountering a tiger in the mountains at midnight.
“Now there’s only you left.”
“……Damn it.”
Jo Gwi’s eyes darted frantically about.
Ho U, who had been watching for an opening, was nowhere to be found.
It was a failure.
The entire force of Huk Yeom Bang had been annihilated by a mere boy barely of age.
“Spare me…….”
Like all Dark Path men, Jo Gwi began to beg for his life, then stopped short.
‘Am I really begging this whelp for my life?’
The absurdity of it struck him.
To feel fear before a mere boy barely of age, to grovel for his life—it was ridiculous.
“Insolent bastard…….”
Jo Gwi twisted his face, his pride shattered, and hurled bitter words.
“You think you can do this and live?! When the Patriarch finishes his closed meditation, you’re finished. The Patriarch will take your miserable insect life with his own hands……!”
Whoosh!—
A silent arrow shot through the air and pierced Jo Gwi’s throat clean through.
The silver arrowhead that had torn through flesh was drenched in crimson blood.
“Gack…….”
Jo Gwi, the elder of Huk Yeom Bang whose voice box had been severed, flailed his arms and staggered before collapsing outright.
Thunk—thunk-thunk—
Two more arrows shot toward the fallen man.
One lodged between his eyes, the other in his heart.
“Spare me…….”
Thunk!—
An arrow pierced the mouth of the man who was begging for his life in his final moments.
Jo Gwi had become a cold corpse in an instant.
“Who do you think you are, threatening people? Disgusting.”
Huang Xiaoxiao, who had killed the elder with just four arrows, approached with a bright smile.
“Are you all right, Guan Hui?”
Xiaoxiao scanned his body up and down, checking for injuries, and let out a relieved sigh.
“You don’t seem to be hurt.”
Ever since witnessing Guan Hui’s overwhelming power moments before, she had felt a deepening affection for him.
Women are naturally drawn to strong men.
A woman trained in martial arts felt that pull even more intensely.
Moreover, Guan Hui was not merely strong—he had saved her, a complete stranger, because he possessed the spirit of a true chivalrous hero.
And besides…… he was remarkably handsome, without equal among those she knew.
“Ahem. Ah, I’m glad you weren’t hurt. Well.”
Huang Xiaoxiao, who had been stealing glances at his physique, turned her gaze away to hide her flushed cheeks.
“……?”
At her sudden curtness, Guan Hui was slightly taken aback.
‘Do all women act like this?’
Her emotions shifted so unpredictably that he couldn’t keep up.
“If you have any injuries, please tell me. I’ll……wrap them with a bandage for you.”
“…….”
Her emotions shifted once more, her voice softening, and it was at that moment of his bewilderment that—
“Brotheeeeeer!”
Zhu Hu, who had disappeared somewhere, had returned.
Remarkably, he was carrying the Blue Dragon Staff in his hands.
That massive staff alone weighed more than one hundred and eighty pounds.
He was lugging it along, grunting with effort.
“……Where did you find that?”
“Heh heh. Hidden away in the Treasure Vault beneath the Underground Fighting Arena, it was.”
“How did you find the location of the Treasure Vault?”
“Heh heh. Simple enough.”
Zhu Hu, who had stumbled over his own bragging and cracked his skull against the floor, scrambled up quickly and brushed the dust from himself.
He tried to play it cool, but the effort fell flat.
“I was watching the guards when you overwhelmed them, and one of them quietly slipped away. The moment I saw that, I knew—ah, this bastard’s trying to steal something and bolt.”
Like calls to like, as they say.
Zhu Hu’s eye for such things never missed a mark.
“So I followed him quietly. Next thing I know, the wretch is unlocking a hidden Treasure Vault with a key. The moment I saw that, I thought—bam!”
“Oh. You took him down?”
A flicker of interest crossed Guan Hui’s eyes.
So the coward actually stepped up.
Quite the surprise, that.
“No, no. I asked Huang Xiaoxiao to do it, of course.”
“Ah, of course.”
Guan Hui nodded in understanding.
Now that made more sense.
“And I searched the Treasure Vault myself and brought back this. Besides the Blue Dragon Staff, there was unfortunately nothing but money.”
Guan Hui took the Blue Dragon Staff that Zhu Hu offered him.
“Mm.”
A soft blue luminescence emanated from the shaft, and atop it, a golden dragon stretched its jaws open.
The staff carried the weight of ancient history, yet bore no trace of time’s passage—and the sight of it stirred something strange within him.
How to describe it.
It felt like reuniting with a family member after a long separation.
Though the staff was not a person but a thing, it felt both welcoming and familiar.
-……So this was indeed mine.
‘That seems right. It feels different.’
This Blue Dragon Staff felt different from any other Halberd Blade he’d wielded.
The moment his hand closed around it, it fit perfectly—like a divine treasure crafted by the legendary Gu Ya Ja for Guan Hui himself.
Guan Hui, his eyes still fixed on the Blue Dragon Staff, gripped the connecting ring of his old Halberd Blade.
Click—
He separated the blade from its shaft, then fitted the blade into the Blue Dragon Staff.
Snap—
When he pressed down firmly on the dragon’s head, the blade locked securely into place atop the staff.
“Oh…….”
An exclamation escaped Guan Hui’s lips as he beheld his new weapon.
Because the Blue Dragon Staff was larger than an ordinary Halberd Blade’s shaft, the balance wasn’t perfect.
The blade looked rather small next to the staff.
Yet because the Blue Dragon Staff was so exquisite, even accounting for that mismatch, the result carried a quite splendid bearing.
-Not bad at all.
Even Guan Yu, the master of the Blue Dragon Halberd, had to admit as much.
“Wow. That looks amazing, brother. Just like Guan Yu!”
“It truly is magnificent, clan leader.”
Guan Hui, wearing a satisfied smile as he gazed at his new weapon, gave Zhu Hu a light tap on the back of the head.
“Don’t speak so casually to your ancestor.”

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“Brother. Will you buy us something good to eat today?”
“Me?”
“Well, we all fought hard, didn’t we?”
“You and Huang Xiaoxiao did most of the fighting.”
“I, I caught one guy too.”
Zhu Hu added quietly.
“Though he was already half-collapsed.”
Guan Hui let out a soft chuckle at that.
Zhu Hu was the type who was fun to tease.
“Fine. Let’s head straight to the tavern. I’ll treat.”
“Yes! Did you hear that? Ma’am—no, wait, Huang Xiaoxiao?! The brother’s treating us today!”
“I heard. My stomach was starting to grumble anyway. So… Zhu Hu?”
Huang Xiaoxiao’s lips curved upward in a bright smile.
For some reason, Guan Hui found that smile unsettling.
“If you call me ‘auntie’ one more time, I’ll put an arrow hole through your skull.”
“…I’ll correct myself.”
Guan Hui and his party gathered what they needed and departed the Underground Fighting Arena.
As they emerged into sunlight after climbing the dark staircase, they were greeted by the gaze of hundreds of eyes.
“…!?”
The party froze for a moment upon meeting the eyes of so many common folk.
“And what of the Huk Yeom Bang… those cursed dogs?”
At the question from an elderly man, Zhu Hu beat his chest proudly.
“All the villains of the Huk Yeom Bang are dead. There will be no more tyranny from them!”
“Hurrah!”
“Is… is that truly so!?”
The crowd erupted in joy and cheers.
Some were so moved they wept openly.
These people had been bled dry not just by illegal gambling, but by usurious debts and extortion—so their joy ran all the deeper.
“Yes! There will be no more tyranny from the Dark Path in Yunyang City. The Guan Clan has dealt with them all!”
Zhu Hu, gifted with a honeyed tongue that could entrance the masses, began to captivate them with his natural eloquence.
He was the sort who could bewitch people with lies spun on the spot.
To hand such a man a genuine triumph was like giving a dragon the pearl of destiny itself.
“The Hyeol Gang Moon, the Hun Yak Bang, the Huk Yeom Bang—now Yunyang City is a city of the Dark Path no longer!”
“Hurrah! Long live the Guan Clan!”
“Long live Guan Hui! Long live the Guan Clan!”
Cheers poured from the assembled crowd.
These common folk, who had suffered under so many denizens of the Dark Path in a city known for it, roared with fervent joy that seemed to pierce the very heavens.
“From now on, we of the Guan Clan will protect Yunyang!”
Caught up in the crowd’s fervent response, Zhu Hu delivered his speech with such passion that the veins in his neck stood out.
“Hurrah!”
“The Guan Clan! The Guan Clan!”
Hundreds of voices echoed his words, chanting “Guan Clan” over and over.
……
Guan Hui’s nose tingled.
‘So a day like this does come.’
His family, which had spent years in dread of imminent ruin, had transformed into something entirely new.
It was as though a blocked passage had suddenly opened—a lightness bloomed in his chest.
All the effort of these years was finally bearing fruit.
‘Yes. Let’s continue like this.’
If the clan kept earning the people’s recognition, advancing steadily as they were now.
One day, the name of the Guan Clan would stand beside the Five Great Houses themselves.
And when that day came.
His house too would be called the Guan Family Legacy.
“Come now, everyone. I ask for your cheers and applause for Yunyang’s greatest clan, the Guan—”
At that moment, as hundreds of voices filled the sky.
“Greatest clan in Yunyang? Who decided that?”
A sinister voice cut through the street.
A voice so unnaturally deep and low it scraped like nails on steel.
The owner of that grotesque voice appeared among the crowd, parting the masses as he walked.
A man with skin drained of all blood, limp wet hair hanging from his scalp, and eyes narrowed to mere slits.
Someone in the crowd recognized the ominous presence and cried out.
“Th-the Black Phantom, No Hae Sang!”
In that moment, No Hae Sang, known as the supreme master of Yunyang City, had arrived.

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