I Obtained Guan Yu's Martial Arts - Chapter 33

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Obtained the Martial Art of Guan Hui 033
Yang House Estate (3)
Pal Gwang, the gatekeeper of Yang House Estate.
He was experiencing a rarely-obtained pleasure while performing the tedious work of a gatekeeper.
‘Heh heh. It feels good to chase out these unlucky bastards.’
Pal Gwang was a man of deeply twisted nature.
He had never made any effort in his life, yet he belittled everyone else’s achievements as mere luck and family background.
He had always lived by cutting others down to lift himself up.
In Pal Gwang’s eyes, Jang Seong was just another bastard who’d succeeded on his family’s merits.
‘The Jeol Yeong Sword? Bullshit.’
The name of Jang Seong, bearer of the Jeol Yeong Sword, had spread even to Tae Won.
But he believed it was all thanks to luck and the power of his family line.
Pal Gwang, who had never known effort, dismissed all of Jang Seong’s dedication as counterfeit.
“Get out of here! If you’ve got complaints, bring the Family Head!”
Perhaps that was why.
Pal Gwang was raging like a madman.
The Family Head had clearly ordered him to issue a Guest Dismissal Order appropriately and then bring the visitors inside, but intoxicated by his own pleasure, he forgot those instructions entirely and bellowed at the top of his lungs.
“Isn’t your tone a bit harsh?”
“Ha! This outsider’s got a lot to say. Get out right now——.”
Whoosh—
Just then, a slight young man with a fox-like face approached quietly.
“…? Who are you!”
Pal Gwang, drunk on the pleasure of driving out an unlucky latecomer, grabbed the young man’s collar roughly.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
“Ah, sir. We’ve come from Guan House Estate. We received an invitation……”
“Guan House Estate? What backwater family is that? Get lost!”
Thump!—
Pal Gwang scoffed and shoved the young man’s shoulder.
“Ugh!”
The young man windmilled his arms and fell backward with a loud crash, groaning in pain.
“…? What’s wrong with him?”
Pal Gwang’s face showed utter bewilderment.
For such a slight push, the young man’s reaction was far too exaggerated.
“What’s with all this drama——”
“Hit?”
“…!?”
A massive shadow fell over Pal Gwang’s head.
A man with a frame as enormous as an ogre was glaring down at him with menacing eyes.
“…Yes?”
Overwhelmed by the man’s sheer size, Pal Gwang found himself stepping backward involuntarily.
The man, with his neatly groomed beard and sturdy frame, had the kind of presence that could intimidate an opponent through sheer weight alone.
“You threw the first punch.”
“Yes? What do you mean——”
Thump!—
The man’s enormous foot swept directly across Pal Gwang’s chest.
“Retch!”
Pal Gwang let out a sound like a pig being slaughtered and crashed through the gate he’d been guarding, rolling into the estate grounds beyond.
The main gate opened naturally before them.
“Come in.”
“……….”
Guan Hui and Jang Seong exchanged a glance before stepping directly into Yang House Estate.
Ju Ho, brushing dust from his clothes, quickly moved to Guan Hui’s side.
“Heh heh. How was that, brother? My little stratagem worked nicely, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, not bad.”
He felt anew that this one had a talent for cunning scheming.
‘Right. Bringing him along was the right call.’
He was exactly what Guan House Estate needed—a family with a tendency toward being stubborn could use someone like this.
Every household needs a touch of flexibility, after all.
“A discourteous guest, I see.”
The footsteps of Guan Hui, Ju Ho, and Jang Seong, who had been walking confidently into Yang House Estate, came to a halt.
Three pairs of eyes fixed on the middle-aged man standing before them—a figure whose aquiline nose and bearing radiated unmistakable arrogance.
“You dare smash through the gates of Yang House Estate and force your way in? Is this how An Mun Jang House teaches its young master?”
Yang Mu Won’s gaze turned glacial as it settled on Jang Seong.
From Jang Seong’s perspective, the accusation made no sense whatsoever.
“I didn’t do it.”
“……?”
Jang Seong’s eyes shifted toward Guan Hui, and Yang Mu Won’s followed naturally in the same direction.
‘Wasn’t he the Family Head?’
He’d assumed it was Jang Seong, of course.
No respectable Family Head would commit such a reckless, impulsive act.
“I didn’t do it either.”
“…….”
Yang Mu Won’s curiosity withered, replaced by a colder frost in his eyes.
Guan Hui merely shrugged with infuriating calm.
“The gate was destroyed by your own gatekeeper. Not by me.”
“Are you mocking me, Guan Family Head?”
“Hardly. I’m merely stating fact. Besides, wouldn’t you say the real joke lies elsewhere?”
“……?”
“Summoning a guest only to have your gatekeeper deliver a Guest Dismissal Order—there’s no better punchline than that……actually, where’s the mockery in it at all?”
Guan Hui’s unfiltered thought had nearly spilled out, but he recovered with practiced ease.
After doing this so often, embarrassment no longer touched him.
‘This is no ordinary man.’
Yang Mu Won’s eyes flickered with renewed interest.
To see through a carefully hidden scheme—despite his bulk, this one had a sharp mind.
“So you struck our gatekeeper? Pal Gwang is a commoner who’s never trained in Martial Art. How does a warrior of the White Path justify bullying someone so defenseless?”
Yang Mu Won had deliberately stationed Pal Gwang—a gatekeeper who possessed no martial training whatsoever—at the entrance.
Should a situation like this arise, it would pressure his opponent further.
“So the Guan House Estate makes a habit of intimidating commoners? I’ve heard Un Seong is a nest of the Black Path. Now I understand why.”
Jang Seong’s face drained of color as he listened.
He’d nearly fallen into Yang Mu Won’s cunning snare.
‘If I’d struck him, I’d have walked straight into disaster.’
Honestly, without Guan Hui’s interruption, he would have hit the mad gatekeeper.
The man’s sly tongue had clouded half his reason.
“…….”
Jang Seong glanced sideways at Guan Hui.
He wanted to help, having received aid he hadn’t expected, but no suitable method came to mind.
“Hmm. I don’t follow your meaning.”
“You’re going to lie now? Even with the marks plain on Pal Gwang’s chest? There are dozens of witnesses!”
Yang Mu Won snorted, thinking to himself:
‘What a fool.’
Over thirty people had seen Pal Gwang go flying.
Yet the man was denying it outright.
Panic or not, it was stupidity of the highest order.
He was digging his own grave.
“Listen, Yang Family Head. Your side struck first.”
“……?”
“Your gatekeeper attacked one of our family’s scholars—a man who’s never properly wielded a sword in his life.”
“……!?”
For the first time, Yang Mu Won’s pupils wavered with genuine shock.
Could that fool Pal Gwang have done something without being ordered to?
‘That damned bastard……!’
Killing intent flooded Yang Mu Won’s gaze as it swung toward Pal Gwang.
“I—I didn’t, sir! It wasn’t me!”
Pal Gwang thrashed his arms in empty protest, overcome with injustice.
Yet Yang Mu Won’s stare remained frigid. Pal Gwang’s mind raced, and he wheeled on Guan Hui, pointing an accusatory finger.
“When did I ever hit the scholar?! Don’t lie!”
“Ju Ho. Did he hit you or not?”
Whisper—
Ju Ho stepped smoothly to Guan Hui’s side, doubling over and clutching his ribs.
“Ugh! My back still aches. My friend!”
“Look here, Family Head Yang. I’m not making it up.”
“…….”
“Don’t believe me? We have a witness.”
Guan Hui pulled Jang Seong forward, who had been standing idle watching.
“You there. Steward of An Mun Jang House. Tell him what you saw.”
“……Yes?”
Jang Seong, caught off guard, found himself speaking in formal tones without meaning to, and scratched the bridge of his nose.
‘He’s suddenly asking me?’
Jang Seong’s eyes shifted between Yang Mu Won and Guan Hui.
Honestly, he favored neither of them.
One had summoned him and then infuriated him with a Guest Dismissal Order.
The other, foolish as he might be compared to himself, had killed a younger brother who shared his blood.
But if forced to choose between the two, the answer was painfully obvious.
Though it was his subordinate’s mistake, he owed Guan Hui a debt.
“I saw it too. The attack from that gatekeeper sent Guan House’s advisor rolling across the floor three full rotations. He nearly cracked his head against the stairs.”
“……Even granting that, for a martial master to threaten a commoner is a different—”
“It isn’t.”
Having come this far, Jang Seong resolved to do the job properly.
Besides, it was also a way to get under Family Head Yang’s skin.
“A moment ago, you spoke of the White Path martial master’s bearing, sir. What you call a White Path master’s bearing must be the way of the Chivalrous Knight, yes?”
“……That’s so.”
“The Chivalrous Knight uses martial skill to conduct righteous deeds and protect the common people. What Family Head Guan displayed just now is precisely the same. He used force against those who would harm innocents, and disciplined the gatekeeper who nearly killed them. That is the way.”
“…….”
Faced with Jang Seong’s brilliant eloquence, Yang Mu Won found himself at a loss for words.
For one so young, the boy’s rhetoric was quite ornate.
It seemed this martial artist had read far more books than necessary.
“Furthermore, you cannot say Family Head Guan’s hand was too harsh.”
Jang Seong pointed a finger at Ju Ho.
Though he was startled to see the man clutching his belly and groaning about the pain in his side, he pressed on with unruffled composure.
“Guan House’s advisor suffers from his injuries, yet Yang House’s gatekeeper bears not a scratch—he is unmarred. This shows that Family Head Guan exercised restraint. That he showed mercy to one who had wounded his own household, that itself speaks to Family Head Guan’s character and dignity.”
“…….”
Yang Mu Won and the rest of Yang House fell silent as stones.
None of them had the confidence to match that young man’s brilliant and cutting rhetoric.
“……Master, sir. That’s really not true!”
Pal Gwang, suddenly stripped of all his allies and left standing alone, panicked and broke into a cold sweat.
Eyes darting about, Pal Gwang made one last desperate attempt to reverse the situation.
“Family Head Guan. Don’t jest with me! How can you torment me with such absurd lies!”
“Jest?”
Guan Hui gathered his breath and fixed Pal Gwang with a glare.
From his broad, muscular frame poured forth an overwhelming pressure.
“Listen, gatekeeper.”
“……Eek.”
Guan Hui released a killing intent as he watched Pal Gwang involuntarily back away.
“Does this feel like jest?”
“Ugh, ugh…….”
Pal Gwang’s legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground.
He dragged himself backward on his rear, his crotch darkened and soaked.
“That’s enough.”
Yang Mu Won exhaled a deep sigh and waved his hand dismissively.
“I acknowledge that our gatekeeper was at fault. I’ll have him executed, so let’s call it settled.”
Though his words were an apology on the surface, beneath them lay a clear intent that the matter was to be spoken of no further.
“Well then. We’ve prepared rooms for everyone, so rest and recover. I’ll summon you again shortly.”
Yang Mu Won departed with unhurried grace, having said his piece.
Jang Seong, who had been glaring at his retreating back, now drifted quietly closer to Guan Hui.
“I’m in your debt. Thank you.”
“Think nothing of it.”
“Though there is one thing I’m curious about.”
Jang Seong posed a question that had been gnawing at him since earlier.
“That ‘advisor’ from Guan House, you see.”
“Oh, he’s no real advisor. Just baggage I drag along, really.”
“Brother! What kind of unkind thing is that to say?”
“Quiet. So. What is it you want to know?”
Jang Seong stared at Ju Ho for a moment, then tilted his head quizzically.
“If your back hurts, why were you holding your belly the whole time?”
“……Ah.”
Ju Ho, belatedly realizing his mistake, scratched the back of his head.
People usually grabbed their belly when feigning illness, so he’d naturally done the same.
“Well, you see, it’s like when you get too absorbed in the role, sometimes these little accidents happen. That’s just how acting is — once you immerse yourself, small slips occur. But the real skill is in the performance! It’s how you recover from those accidents through sheer acting prowess. So, in that sense, my mistake wasn’t something my excellent acting ability covered up — it was actually a moment that proved my excellent acting ability, wasn’t it, so you could say—”
Crack!
Guan Hui’s hand came down hard against the back of Ju Ho’s head.
“For heaven’s sake. You’re out of your mind.”

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