I Obtained Guan Yu's Martial Arts - Chapter 42

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Obtaining Guan Yu’s Martial Arts — Episode 42
Heaven’s Secrets Revealed (2)
“Miss Hwang. A pleasure to meet you. I am Jang Seong.”
“I know who you are.”
Hwang So-So’s eyes narrowed with suspicion as she studied him.
The older brother of that trash Jang Ryeo, who had tried to steal by force the legendary martial skill she possessed—the Baek Noh Shin Gung Gyeol.
All So-So harbored toward him was ill will.
“I understand you have some connection with my younger brother.”
“Yes. An unfortunate one.”
“My brother is worse than a dog—he’s worthless refuse.”
“……?”
Hwang So-So’s expression went blank at the unexpected words.
She had thought he would certainly defend him.
She hadn’t imagined he would open by cursing him out.
“To be honest, that wretch never deserved to be called human. He deserved to die.”
“…….”
So-So studied Jang Seong with suspicious eyes.
Yet sincerity rang unmistakably clear from him.
These were not merely pleasant words meant for her ears.
“Truthfully, I was no different from him, until I met the Patriarch.”
Jang Seong and Hwang So-So’s gazes turned toward Guan Hui.
“I don’t ask for much. What I ask is only one thing—that you judge me by my actions alone.”
“…….”
“I’ve already been cast out by my clan anyway. My ties to the An Mun Jang Family are severed, so I’d be grateful if you’d simply treat me as someone entirely different.”
“……I understand.”
Hwang So-So released the tension in her eyes.
Jang Seong was a martial artist whom Guan Hui respected as a friend.
If he were vermin like Jang Ryeo, Guan Hui would never have kept him at his side.
Hwang So-So decided to trust Guan Hui’s judgment.
He could not make a wrong choice.
“I’ll begin evaluating Master Jang from this moment forward.”
Hwang So-So replied curtly and turned to leave.
Jang Seong’s face broke into a bright smile as he turned to Guan Hui.
“Patriarch! I’ve secured Miss Hwang’s permission. Now to accept me as a guest… hm?”
Jang Seong and Guan Hui’s gazes snapped skyward in unison.
It was like a bolt from the blue on a cloudless day.
The situation matched that saying exactly.
Dark clouds had gathered above the clear sky that had prevailed moments before, and now a vicious wind and downpour began to rage.
Boom!—
Lightning descended as though heaven itself were furious, consuming an entire tree in flames.
Merchants watching the burning wood and torrential rain hastily gathered their goods.
Under such ominous weather, they sought to arrange their next meeting.
To abort trade on such a day might invite bad fortune, after all.
“What temperamental damn weather,” Jang Seong muttered, approaching Guan Hui’s side.
“Patriarch, what are you staring at so intently?”
“There’s something strange out there.”
“Something strange?”
Jang Seong’s gaze shifted toward the Main Gate.
There, an old Daoist priest was approaching, striking the ground with a Stone Staff.
“You who possess that ill-fated White Star.”
“……?”
Guan Hui and Jang Seong exchanged confused glances at the cryptic words.
“I bear no malice. But understand that for the sake of Peace, I have no choice but to end you.”
The Celestial Master Jang Cho-San drew a horizontal line with his Stone Staff.
Clang!—
The metal ring affixed to the staff’s end struck, and a clear, ringing tone echoed forth.
And at that same moment.
Crack-crack-crack!—
Tree roots burst from the ground, seized Guan Hui’s ankle, and began crawling up his leg.

‘What?’
Guan Hui calmly swept the tree root away with his foot.
It was no ordinary root—quite sturdy—but fortunately it couldn’t withstand Guan Hui’s strength.
“Do Sool?”
Jang Seong drew his Jang Do in alarm.
“Master Jang. Be careful! Your opponent appears to be a sorcerer!”
“A sorcerer?”
Jang Seong, weapon drawn, hastily deployed a technique into the empty air.
“Hnngh!”
Boom—crash!
Jang Seong was driven backward by the deafening blast of palm strikes.
A dozen or more palm strikes scattered by Jang Cho-San sent him hurtling back.
“What kind of power is that…!”
Jang Seong’s face drained of color.
Each individual palm strike carried no ordinary force.
At minimum, this was a master of Jeol Jeong Geup caliber—perhaps beyond even that.
“Master Jang. Be careful. This sorcerer appears to practice the old arts.”
“A sorcerer… I didn’t realize such people still existed.”
“Exercise extreme caution. Judging by his technique, he’s a master of a higher order than we are.”
Jang Seong explained as though well accustomed to such matters.
From the way he spoke, this was evidently not the first time he’d witnessed such sorcery.
“Understood. Jang Seong, you be careful too.”
Guan Hui and Jang Seong drew up their internal energy, adopting a combat stance.
Watching them, Jang Cho-San let out a scornful laugh.
“Bah! Ill-omened White Star. Do you truly think two mewling whelps can face this great sorcerer?”
“…?”
Guan Hui turned to Jang Seong with a bewildered expression.
“What madness is this?”
“I’ve no idea. Sorcerers often speak in riddles. Perhaps it’s Ju Hwa Ip Ma.”
Jang Seong replied curtly, channeling Ki into his blade.
The unexpected attack had put him in foul spirits.
“Whoever this lunatic is, the cure for madness is a beating.”
Whoosh!
Jang Seong closed the distance in an instant with his lightness skill, unleashing the Heo Mong Cham Do.
Swish!
The technique unfolded—the Mong Young Nan, using phantom afterimages to deceive the opponent.
The blade multiplied into five versions, then converged back to one, making it nearly impossible to read the true trajectory.
Even for Guan Hui’s eyes, the technique was exquisitely subtle.
Jang Seong’s technique, refined through enlightenment gained from Guan Hui, approached perfection.
‘This will land.’
Jang Seong smiled, his technique reaching the most flawless state he had ever achieved in his life.
Under normal circumstances, this single move would create an opening for reversal.
But his opponent was no ordinary foe.
“Such clumsy tricks will not work against one who possesses the Sim An.”
Jang Cho-San let out a scornful laugh and struck the ground with his Stone Staff.
A tremendous blast of energy rippled outward in concentric circles, shattering the Mong Young Nan like breaking glass.
“This crazed—”
Crash!
Jang Seong lost his grip on his Jang Do, flying like a branch caught in a gale before slamming into a stone wall.
A palm strike, casually flicked by Jang Cho-San as one might swat at a fly, had overwhelmed him.
“Next is you, ill-omened White Star.”
Unlike when he’d looked at Jang Seong, Jang Cho-San’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent.
Feeling the threat to his life, Guan Hui urgently hurled himself to the right.
Boom!
A white bolt of lightning crashed down where Guan Hui had been standing moments before.
The impact was so tremendous that a vast crater opened in the earth.
“This is insane.”
Guan Hui was left speechless.
A sorcerer who summoned tree roots from the earth and called down lightning from the sky.
Why in the world would such a creature target an innocent citizen like himself?
“Listen here. It seems I’ve misjudged you. Have you no intention of settling this through words?”
Jang Cho-San answered not with words but with a palm strike.
Guan Hui, who bisected the wave of force with a vertical stroke of his Eon Wol Do, nodded slowly.
“Indeed. You prefer action to discussion.”
Judging that peaceful, cordial debate had no hope of succeeding, Guan Hui unfurled the Jeok Hwa Gwang Mu, his skin flushing to a deep crimson.
It was the secret art of the Guan Yu clan—accelerating the flow of blood to amplify the body’s capabilities several times over.
The moment he unleashed this technique, Guan Hui’s silhouette stretched like taffy before materializing behind Jang Cho-San in an instant.
‘Knock him out quickly.’
Having no intention of drawing lethal force, Guan Hui swung the flat of his Eon Wol Do toward the back of Jang Cho-San’s head. Or rather, he tried to.
“How clumsy. Ill-fated White Star.”
Yet Jang Cho-San moved as if he’d anticipated the strike, thrusting his Stone Staff into the weapon’s trajectory and halting it dead.
“……!”
Guan Hui’s eyes widened in shock.
He had felt an uncanny sensation, as though the Stone Staff were drawing the Eon Wol Do toward itself.
“Ah. You have talent. To sense the Ki Attraction itself.”
A flash of unusual light crossed Jang Cho-San’s eyes.
The sensation of Ki Attraction and Repulsion was something only those who had long cultivated the Do Sool could attain.
Even those blessed by the stars with immense talent typically could not feel it.
“What nonsense is this mad Daoist spouting?”
Guan Hui, unbothered, pressed his assault.
Whine!—Whoosh!—
Silver arcs drawn through empty air as the opening forms of the Cheon Geuk Un Myeol Do unfolded.
Moves honed by natural talent and bone-grinding effort, executed nearly flawlessly, were dismantled with ease.
Each sweep of the hand conjured a palm force to deflect the trajectory; each tap of the Stone Staff rendered entire techniques null and void.
An opponent against whom he could find no purchase whatsoever.
After more than an hour of desperate struggle, Guan Hui staggered backward, retreating.
‘Damn it all.’
His arms had gone numb. His legs refused to support him.
At some point, blood had begun trickling from the hand that gripped the Eon Wol Do.
‘What am I supposed to do?’
He had never felt so utterly at a loss.
It was as if he stood before an overwhelming wall.
No matter how he thrashed, he only sank deeper into the mire.
“Your struggle is admirable. Yet it changes nothing.”
Ting—
The metal ring affixed to the Stone Staff’s end struck with a clear, resonant chime.
In that instant, an invisible force began pressing down upon Guan Hui’s entire body like gravity itself.
“Ugh……!”
Guan Hui thrashed with all his innate strength, but nothing changed.
Though his grip alone could shatter stone into fragments, this time his power found no purchase.
Thud—
Jang Cho-San, who had sealed Guan Hui’s movement, advanced slowly.
Like a reaper approaching, Jang Cho-San leveled the blade attached to the Stone Staff at Guan Hui’s throat.
“For the sake of Tae Pyeong, accept your death gracefully.”
“……! Damn you……!”
Facing an unjust death at the hands of an unknown man.
Guan Hui contorted his face like crumpled paper, struggling with all his might.
‘I cannot die here.’
He had not yet accomplished even a quarter of the plans he’d laid for his family.
With so much left to do, so much left to achieve, he could not meet such a wretched end.
He would not.
“It is finished. Ill-fated White Star.”
Jang Cho-San raised the Stone Staff overhead.
With a single downward stroke, he intended to end Guan Hui.
Crack—crackle—
Guan Hui twisted his body in a final, desperate convulsion.
His muscles and bones screamed in agony; his joints wrenched with grotesque sounds that filled his ears, yet he did not stop.
For he could not die here.
He had to survive.
He had to see his deepest desires realized.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Guan Hui’s eyes blazed with bloodshot intensity as he rose to his feet, shattering the formless force with nothing but willpower.
He had broken through the Ki Repulsion that weighed as heavily as hundreds of boulders through sheer force of mind alone.
“……!”
Jang Cho-San’s eyes widened so far they seemed ready to split.
“Impossible……!”
In that mere instant, the boy had wielded Ui Nyeom—Intent Will.
An extreme technique that only the rarest among Daoists could manifest.
It was something that required a warrior’s will to be tempered like a blade sharp enough to cut the world itself—and yet this youth, barely come of age, had just unleashed it.
‘What kind of creature is this, to wield Intent Will even for such a brief moment?’
It defied reason.
Those ill-omened stars should possess no such will of their own.
‘Could it be that I, Jang Cho-San, have misread the heavens themselves?’
Doubt flickered through Jang Cho-San, and his Stone Staff hesitated for just an instant.
That instant was nothing but a heartbeat.
Yet in a warrior’s duel, such a heartbeat determines a lifetime.
Crash—
With explosive momentum, Guan Hui surged forward and drove his fist straight into Jang Cho-San’s jaw.
Crack—
The sound of splintering bone tore through the air, and Jang Cho-San’s frame lurched violently.
Guan Hui’s lips curled upward—he had finally landed a solid blow.
“Gack!”
Dark blood poured from Jang Cho-San’s mouth in a torrent.
Daoists, unlike warriors, do not temper their flesh through rigorous training.
Thus their bodies remain as fragile as any common man’s—and the damage was that much worse for it.
“……You are a peculiar one. What, in truth, are you?”
Jang Cho-San straightened despite his stagger, and asked.
“Ha!”
Incredulous, Guan Hui spat blood and saliva to the ground, fixing him with a glare.
“That’s my question. What kind of madman are you?”
Fights between warriors typically arise from En Won—matters of favor or grievance.
Personal emotion, whether gratitude or enmity, transforms into physical clash.
Yet between this mad old Daoist and Guan Hui, there existed no such En Won.
They were strangers meeting for the first time.
“What kind of lunatic picks a fight to the death with someone they’ve just met?”
“I told you. There is no malice. I act only for the sake of Tae Pyeong.”
“Right, so what the hell is this Tae Pyeong thing you keep going on about?”
Killing intent gleamed above Guan Hui’s eyes as his rage deepened.
“Indeed. Befitting an ill-omened star, you overflow with murderous will.”
Jang Cho-San, too, released his own killing intent and gripped his Stone Staff anew.
The situation hung on a knife’s edge, as if a storm of blood might descend at any moment.
Between the young warrior and the old Daoist, a heavy silence pressed down.
It was then that a voice suddenly thundered in his mind—Guan Yu’s voice: -So the lineage of Taeping Dao still endures!?
For the first time in long moments, the general’s presence echoed in Guan Hui’s thoughts.
‘General!’
Guan Hui’s joy was so sudden he forgot he was in the midst of combat.
‘How did this happen? You vanished so abruptly—I was afraid.’
-The eye of heaven merely cast its gaze upon us. The connection was briefly severed, nothing more. Do not worry.
‘I see. That’s a relief.’
Guan Hui exhaled softly, his relief palpable.
He had feared the worst—that he might never see the general again.
Thankfully, it seemed the situation was not that dire.
“Remarkable. How is it that one body harbors two souls in perfect coexistence?”
“……!?”
Startled, Guan Hui turned sharply to face Jang Cho-San.
What had he just said?

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