I Obtained Guan Yu's Martial Arts - Chapter 3

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Guan Yu’s Martial Art Obtained 003
Guan Hui (3)
“Open the door. You bastard!”
“You won’t open it!? You really want to die?”
The fighters of Hongyak Bang pounded on the firmly shut door, their faces twisted with irritation.
“That Garam bastard. What the hell is he doing, locking the door like this?”
“Isn’t today supposed to be the day we kill that Guan Hui? How can it take this long?”
“Right? So just leave him be. The Master was planning to kill him soon anyway. Tch.”
From the start, Honkyak Bang had intended to kill Guan Hui.
It was far cheaper to kill him than to settle the Guan Family Estate’s debt.
“Ugh. Tell me about it. This is driving me insane.”
The fighters kicked at the door, grumbling.
Upstairs, there was a feast in full swing—wine and women aplenty—but they’d been dragged down here because of Garam, and their anger was already boiling over.
“You don’t think that Guan Hui bastard is actually doing something, do you?”
At the words of one perceptive fighter, the other two curled their lips in contempt.
“Are you out of your mind? What could he do? He’s so dosed with poison he can’t move a single step.”
“Talk sense. That moron barely manages as the head of a third-class martial family. What could he possibly do?”
The fighter who had been listening to their mockery nodded as if conceding the point.
“True. Even though he’s got some exceptional natural strength, it’s nothing more than a wild boar. He can’t stand against real fighters.”
“Haha. Right. So stop worrying over nothing.”
“Let’s just smash down that door Garam locked and be done with it.”
It was just as the three fighters raised their feet to kick the door that it happened.
Crash!—
The center of the thick iron door exploded inward, and a blunt fist seized one of the fighters by the throat.
“…!?”
The fighters’ faces went pale with shock as they saw a fist tearing through an iron door a full palm’s breadth thick.
But the surprise was only beginning.
“Did you miss me?”
Snap!—
Guan Hui crushed the fighter’s cervical spine with nothing but grip strength, then kicked the iron door open.
Crash!—
With another thunderous sound, the door was ripped from its hinges and flattened the corpse beneath it—the fighter’s neck twisted at an obscene angle—pulping the body into a bloody mess.
“And I missed you too. You bastards.”
Guan Hui wiped the dust from his beard, a crimson smile spreading across his face.
His skin, previously its natural flesh tone, had transformed to the color of dried jujube from channeling the Red Fire Broad Martial Art.
“Wait, Guan Hui, you son of a bitch! Have you lost your mind!?”
“You must be tired of living.”
Despite the overwhelming power Guan Hui had just displayed, no fear flickered in the eyes of the Hongyak Bang fighters.
Confidence radiated from them—they could kill a third-class nobody like Guan Hui anytime they pleased.
“You’re right. I have lost my mind.”
Crunch—
Guan Hui clenched his two crimson-stained fists and stared down the Hongyak Bang fighter.
“I crawled around on my belly like a dog for a whole year, trusting you bastards.”
Guan Hui had heard every word they spoke outside—not a single syllable missed.
They were going to kill him after he’d groveled beneath them for this long.
It was par for the course with the Black Dao—they were all like this—but experiencing it himself cut far deeper.
Whoosh!—
Guan Hui rushed at the Hongyak Bang fighter with the speed of lightning.
“…Huh!?”
Flustered, the man’s hand flew frantically to his waist to draw his blade.
But Guan Hui’s fist was far faster than his hand could reach the hilt.
Crunch!—
Under Guan Hui’s punch, the fighter’s jaw twisted sideways as dozens of yellowed teeth and blood exploded from his mouth.
“Aaahhhhh!”
With his teeth shattered and his jaw cracked clean through, the man’s mouth released a sound so grotesque it could barely be called screaming.
He’d spend the rest of his life eating nothing but soft gruel—if he had a rest of his life left.
‘I won’t leave a single one alive.’
Black Dao men were never worth sparing. They’d stab you in the back the moment you turned around, not bow in gratitude.
“Understand? The Black Dao is all about killing or being killed.”
“You son of a—!”
Guan Hui’s eyes flashed with lethal clarity.
Whoosh—
He splayed his fist open and seized the man’s face, then drove it straight into the outer wall of the Underground Dungeon.
Crack!
The sickening sound of splitting flesh and bone; the man’s face caved in as his nose and the back of his skull met, and he died where he stood.
“H-help…!”
The sole survivor among the Hongyak Bang fighters backpedaled, fouling his trousers in terror.
A demon with crimson skin, wielding no blade of note—only the raw, devastating power of his body to fell his companions one after another.
To witness it firsthand paralyzed him; his legs would not obey, and the thought of drawing his sword never crossed his mind.
“Please… spare me…”
Crunch—
Guan Hui plunged his blood-soaked fist into the man’s chest, driving the ribs through his heart. He wiped the blood from his knuckles against his robe with casual indifference.
“Ahh.”
As he exhaled the breath he’d held, Guan Hui’s chest expanded in relief.
Those men had rendered the sacrifices of the past days meaningless.
Now that he’d shown them the sweetness of vengeance, at last he could breathe freely.
“But this is far from finished.”
Revenge had only just begun. This was merely the opening move.
“There are still many Hongyak Bang fighters left to account for.”
The Guan Family Estate and Hongyak Bang had already crossed a river from which there was no return.
Kill or be killed.
There was no other path, just as they had said.
And in the end, it would be Hongyak Bang that fell.
“That technique of yours—truly extraordinary, General. I feel power coursing through every fiber of my body.”
Indeed, the martial art of a legendary general who had shaped an age was different in every conceivable way.
To render even those notorious Hongyak Bang fighters utterly helpless—such was its potency.
“Especially when you shattered that Iron Door earlier—I was truly astounded. To demolish something so thick with bare hands…”
—…….
“General?”
When Guan Yu did not answer, Guan Hui tilted his head in confusion.
—Red Fire Broad Martial Art does not increase strength.
“I’m sorry?”
Red Fire Broad Martial Art accelerates the flow of blood through the body, amplifying physical capability with blinding speed.
In other words, it multiplies the velocity of the body several times over—it does not actually enhance one’s innate strength. That is what I am telling you.
And if that is the case…
“Wait—you mean this strength is my own Innate Strength?”
Guan Hui’s eyes widened as he stared at his own body.
His gaze held a note of astonishment, as if confronted with something impossible to believe.
“Come now. You flatter me again, General. There’s no need for that.”
—…….
Guan Yu found himself at a loss for words.
Why would this descendant refuse to believe that his Innate Strength was truly formidable?

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‘My strength couldn’t possibly be this great.’
He had possessed Innate Strength from childhood.
Standing nearly six feet tall with a broad, muscular frame, Guan Hui could accomplish feats beyond the reach of ordinary men.
Yet even so, punching through an Iron Door a palm’s breadth thick, or shattering a heart with a single blow—that transcended anything he’d believed himself capable of.
—Perhaps it is the poison you have been consuming for a year.
“Poison Medicine?”
Poison Medicine is a subtle and mysterious discipline—its effects numberless, varying infinitely depending on how it is compounded, and still not fully understood by mankind.
To take such Poison Medicine in countless varieties, six times a day for a full year, the body could not help but undergo profound change.
What does not kill me makes me stronger, or so the saying goes.
Just as that wisdom held true, the Poison Medicine crafted by Hongyak Bang had enhanced Guan Hui’s natural strength beyond measure.
—Perhaps that poison awakened your innate constitution.
“Remarkable… A year’s torment, and in exchange this power is born.”
Out of curiosity, Guan Hui drove his fist hard against the outer wall of the cavern.
Boom—
With a sound like a cannon’s blast, the stone wall caved inward in a perfect semicircle.
It was as if a shaolin warrior possessed of formidable Inner Power had unleashed the Great Force Diamond Palm itself.
“Indeed. So this is the power of poison.”
—……Seeing its effect, perhaps not.
No matter how much poison one ingests, can a person’s strength truly become so extraordinary?
Guan Yu felt a flicker of doubt.
What on earth had happened to this descendant’s body?
“Right then. It was your help, General, that made the difference.”
—……Then move forward and be done with it.
Guan Yu chose the evasion that spirits of his station preferred.
There was little point arguing with someone who refused to listen.
—Will you dispose of the rest as well?
“That’s the plan. There’s no making peace with them now.”
They’d signed a contract only to scheme at killing Guan Hui in the shadows.
Even if relations could somehow be mended, Guan Hui had no intention of mending them.
Those who’d dealt treachery deserved it returned twofold.
“I mean to slaughter every one of these Black Dao bastards.”
Guan Hui clenched his fists.
—A worthy resolve. Yet it’s beyond your reach for now.
“Pardon?”
—At your current level, it’s impossible to kill all those outside and still stand against the Master of this place.
Guan Hui tilted his head, unconvinced.
With this savage Innate Strength and the Red Fire Broad Martial Art, it seemed entirely possible.
They were only some twenty second-class Black Dao thugs, after all.
—Your body is not in its natural state.
“Ah…….”
Though the words were abstract, Guan Hui grasped them at once and nodded.
The various poisons had merged and amplified his inborn Innate Strength, but not all the toxins in his body were beneficial.
A year of poisoning had ravaged Guan Hui’s frame.
The fact that he could move at all now was nearly miraculous.
—In your normal state, twenty or two hundred Black Dao wretches would be nothing. But not now.
“How long can I sustain this?”
—Half a double-hour. That is your limit.
“I see. Then…….”
Guan Hui descended into the underground dungeon and hastily crammed several bottles of poison medicine from a neatly arranged shelf into his pockets.
—Why are you taking those?
“I intend to use them.”
—A descendant of Guan needs not resort to something as crude as poison.
“If strength won’t do, then cunning must.”
Despite the resistance in his mind, Guan Hui refused to abandon the poison bottles at his side.
No matter how depleted his body was, these men had to be dealt with here, today, without exception.
Why?
‘I cannot bring the household retainers into this.’
The retainers of the Guan Family Estate were third-class martial artists who’d learned nothing but meager techniques, no better than Guan Hui.
In fact, if truth be told, they were his inferior.
They lacked his savage Innate Strength.
‘So I end it here.’
Was it not the duty of a family head to repel wickedness and protect the clan?
Though his methods were imperfect and clumsy, Guan Hui had not the slightest thought of shirking that duty.
It was Guan Hui, head of the Guan Family Estate, who had lived by that duty all his life.
‘I’ll repay in full what I’ve endured this past year.’
Fingering the poison bottles, Guan Hui climbed the stairs from the underground dungeon and emerged into daylight.
Feeling the warm, bright sun on his face with eyes closed, Guan Hui crept cautiously forward.
Half-bent, moving between the pillars and hiding in the shadows, his eyes fell upon the Martial Training Ground of Hongyak Bang.
“Good. Fortunately they’re all gathered here except the Master.”
For some reason, the members of Hongyak Bang had abandoned themselves to wine and revelry on the Training Ground.
A dozen of them held wine in one hand and women in the other.
‘He’s not here.’
As Guan Hui’s thoughts turned to that man, killing intent crystallized in his eyes.
The Master of Hongyak Bang and architect of this entire conspiracy. Gwang Sa-hun.
He was the enemy Guan Hui must slay—the one who deserved the most terrible of deaths.
‘Where could he be?’
In the courtyard where everyone had gathered, only Gwang Sa-hun, the Master of Honkyak Bang, was nowhere to be seen.
Knowing his nature—a man indifferent to wine and women—he was surely perched atop the three-story Pavilion, steeling himself in solitude.
‘So who should I target first.’
Guan Hui stroked his beard, deliberating.
The fighters and the master.
He would have to kill them all eventually, but the question was who to take down first for maximum advantage.
Even with the Red Fire Broad Martial Art mastered, his current body wasn’t strong enough to fell a dozen mid-tier fighters and Gwang Sa-hun—a top-tier master—all at once.
—Take the master first. Once the leader falls, his subordinates will lose the will to fight.
“A sound thought, but those men will flee the moment he’s gone.”
Unlike the White Dao, the Black Dao’s fighters lacked such iron bonds of loyalty.
Especially these drunkards gathered here—they seemed far more likely to cry “Run!” than “Avenge the master!”
—Then you have another way?
“Something just occurred to me.”
Guan Hui’s lips curled into a sharp smile as he drew a vial of Poison Medicine from his sleeve.
“Try a taste of this, you bastards.”

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