I Obtained Guan Yu's Martial Arts - Chapter 50

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Guan Hui’s martial prowess acquired Episode 050
Huangtian (5)
Iron weapons filled Tian Jiao’s field of vision.
The Yangyue Dao descended in torrents, scattering his hair with its wind.
It was as though an enormous waterfall of steel crashed down upon his head.
‘Am I… dying like this?’
He couldn’t believe it.
That he, the Sect Master of Huangtian and the Celestial Commander, should lose his life to some mere whelp.
‘This… Tian Jiao!?’
It made no sense. Where had it all gone wrong?
Was it the ease and arrogance he’d indulged in facing him?
Or the hatred for martial artists he’d carried since childhood, expelled from the dojo all those years ago?
Or perhaps something else entirely.
A weakness of spirit—never wagering his life, treating it all with casual indifference.
Tian Jiao’s eyes darted wildly, searching for an answer that would never come.
Before his mind, crammed full of pride and contempt and arrogance, could find the truth, the Yangyue Dao severed his neck.
Slash—
His head flew upward through the air, cleaved cleanly away.
“…Brother! Elder Brother!”
“No! This cannot be!”
The screams of his younger brothers filled the space below Taishan.
Even those who had slaughtered hundreds without hesitation, who had drunk their blood—even they possessed something called a heart.
Blood vessels bulged at the necks of the two brothers, crimson veins straining in their eyes.
The two who had scorned martial artists their whole lives, who had despised the weak, now wept tears of blood as they charged at Guan Hui.
They forgot the enemies they had faced moments before, their minds fixed only on him—they rushed forward for vengeance.
“You cursed bastard, how dare you…! Show us something clean!?”
Zhang Cheng, who had wrapped himself in the Xinma technique using afterimages and whose lips were stained with blood, swung his Zhang Dao.
A Zhang Dao cutting a horizontal line across the sky like the sun suspended on the horizon.
The first move: Luomeng Suihun.
As falling dreams shatter the soul, so too the greed of the three brothers shattered, their necks falling away.
“…! Elder Brother, my elder brother!”
Having lost both his brothers in an instant, Tian Liang’s mouth tore open in a terrible shriek.
But before that cry could even finish—
Thud!—
A sharp arrow pierced through his gaping mouth and burst from the back of his skull.
“Gurk….”
Without even a proper scream, Tian Liang collapsed to the ground.
The three brothers who had roamed Taishan met a remarkably hollow end.
Yet thinking of it, it was only natural.
They were those who had renounced being martial artists and fled with stolen money; who had renounced being Daoists and stolen secret teachings to escape.
Never once in their lives had they fought against anything with real conviction.
They had never gritted their teeth in desperation the way Huang Xiaoxiao had.
They had never confronted their own failings the way Zhang Cheng had.
They had never taken a single step forward with their lives on the line, the way Guan Hui had.
Having never done any of these things, defeat was inevitable.
“Huff… huff….”
Zhang Cheng exhaled in ragged gasps.
From having slain his own subordinates with his own hands came Zouhuajumo—a crimson blood qi mounting in his eyes.
Anyone could see his condition was growing dire.
“Zhang Cheng. Begin the Yunqi Zuoshi regulation at once.”
Huang Xiaoxiao, exhaustion evident in her voice, made the suggestion.
If he did not immediately regulate his qi, even his life seemed in peril.
“…I entrust you with my protection.”
Rather than insist he was fine, Zhang Cheng crossed his legs into a sitting position.
Huang Xiaoxiao leaned her body against the Zhang Dao he had planted in the ground.
‘I’m exhausted.’
She had always prided herself on living a grueling, fierce life, yet this battle was unlike anything before.
By any measure, this had been the most arduous battle of her entire existence.
It seemed miraculous that she was still alive.
‘I hope the Patriarch is well.’
Anxiety suddenly struck her.
Zhang Cheng had walked to the edge of death itself, and Huang Xiaoxiao had reached her limit.
That meant Guan Hui couldn’t be in good condition either.
Xiaoxiao worried whether he’d suffered some grave wound.
But her concern proved unfounded.
“Hmm.”
Guan Hui walked toward them, seemingly unscathed.
His face bore some dust and dirt, and his robes were torn in several places, but he carried not a single wound.
It was hard to believe he’d actually fought Tian Jiao, supposedly the strongest of the three sect leaders.
“You’re… unharmed?”
Huang Xiaoxiao, bewildered, tilted her head.
“How on earth did you…?”
“I simply fought with all my strength.”
……
The words ‘So did we’ rose all the way to her throat.
But Xiaoxiao answered with a gentle smile instead.
One look at Guan Hui’s face, and her doubt melted away entirely.
“You’ve worked hard, Patriarch.”
“You’ve all worked hard. Lady Huang.”
“Why is Zhang Cheng like this? He doesn’t seem to have any serious injuries.”
“It’s Heart Demon.”
“I see.”
Guan Hui turned his gaze sympathetically, then looked to the right.
The Great Sage Zhang Chaoshan was walking toward them.
“Everyone’s been through a lot.”
Zhang Chaoshan looked worse than anyone else present.
His front robes were soaked crimson with blood, and his face was haggard.
He looked as though a single light push would send him crashing down.
“Are you well?”
“I couldn’t perform the Zhenfa in time, so I used my Xiantian Zhenqi instead.”
Xiantian Zhenqi refers to the innate life force one is born with.
Once depleted, such vital energy rarely recovers.
Zhang Chaoshan too had staked his life on this battle.
“In any case, all of you fought remarkably well. To hold out so well against those three brothers—truly impressive.”
A light of admiration flickered across Zhang Chaoshan’s eyes as he regarded Guan Hui and his companions.
He had expected at least one among them to suffer a mortal wound.
But contrary to his expectations, no one had taken a grave injury.
Zhang Cheng was wrestling with Heart Demon, but that was not a physical wound, so it hardly counted.
The three disciples had displayed extraordinary prowess against Huangtian’s ruthless sect leaders.
“Especially you… truly remarkable.”
Zhang Chaoshan clicked his tongue, gazing at Guan Hui.
“If not for that final move, Tian Jiao would have won.”
Unlike his two brothers, Tian Jiao did not become helpless even if his Zhenfa was broken.
He possessed the ability to employ both Daoist arts and martial skill.
“In that single moment when you pierced Tian Jiao’s weakness—you seized the opportunity perfectly.”
“Hmm.”
“But how did you manage it? An ordinary person wouldn’t be able to draw their sword in that situation, paralyzed by fear.”
A Daoist art beyond description unfolding before one’s eyes.
It is extraordinarily difficult to swing a blade when your own death seems certain.
Few warriors in the world possess such courage and fighting spirit.
Only those with the temperament of a great general could display such a move.
Guan Hui had proven his bloodline, displaying that very quality.
“Blood cannot lie, they say. Truly extraordinary. I find myself at a loss for words beyond ‘magnificent.'”
“I simply had no thought of retreat.”
Guan Hui shrugged as though it were nothing.
But Zhang Chaoshan shook his head firmly.
“That itself is more remarkable than anything else. It’s called Never Retreat in Battle—and in all of Zhongyuan, few could practice it as you have.”
“Hmm.”
Guan Hui, feeling a touch of awkwardness, stroked his mustache.
With the Yangyue Dao in one hand and his other hand brushing his whiskers, he resembled nothing so much as the great Guan Yu of ancient chronicles.
“I won’t forget this kindness. If anything should come up in the future, call for me—whenever you need me, I’ll come running.”
Zhang Chaoshan regarded Guan Hui with evident warmth in his eyes.
This man had taught him the Qinggong technique he’d created, and had even helped dispose of his wayward disciples.
Because of that, Guan Hui’s place in Zhang Chaoshan’s heart had grown considerably.
He would even consider Guan Hui’s offer to become a guest-friend if the man had nowhere else to go.
“Brother! Brother!”
A voice called out from some distance away—Zhu Hu’s voice.
Since the fighting began, Zhu Hu had been hidden away somewhere, and now he came trudging back, a bundle of cargo nearly as large as himself slung across his shoulders.
“What is it?”
“While you were fighting, I climbed to the summit of Taishan. Those vile dogs had stashed away a fortune up there!”
Zhu Hu’s keen instincts had made clear to him what his role should be once the battle commenced.
It was to plunder the dead men’s wealth.
Among those present, no one had a better nose for money than a former pickpocket like him.
“Gold and silver coins, certainly, but there are treasures too—plenty of them. This should fill an entire storehouse!”
“That’s not ours to take.”
Guan Hui looked it over with obvious reluctance, then shook his head.
“It belongs to those who suffered harm from Huangtian. We cannot keep it.”
“But brother, wasn’t it we who caught that cult leader?”
“That doesn’t give us the right to claim property that belongs to others. That’s no way for a Bai Dao to act.”
Zhu Hu gazed at the treasure with longing, but Guan Hui was resolute.
He had seen the corpses of the fallen, heard the screams of the mortally wounded.
To witness such terrible slaughter and simply move on would be no Renyi.
What else was the difference between Bai Dao and Hei Dao?
To aid the weak and stand against injustice—was that not the very essence?
“This should go back to the families of the dead. That’s what’s right, Zhu Hu.”
“I understand, brother.”
Zhu Hu cast one last longing look at the treasure before turning away.
Regret lingered, but there was no flaw in Guan Hui’s words, and so he accepted it.
“There’s no need for that.”
Zhang Chaoshan dragged his cane toward Zhu Hu’s side.
“I understand your heart, but the owners of these things are all dead now. The sect wiped out entire villages—there are no survivors, no relatives left.”
Zhang Chaoshan gazed at what had once been someone’s home, now reduced to rubble, and sighed heavily.
Guilt pressed down on his shoulders—the feeling that all of this was somehow his fault.
“You risked your lives in battle, so compensation is only just. Take these things with you. I’ll handle the remaining matters related to Huangtian myself.”
Guan Hui’s group had already helped him greatly in many ways.
Gathering the bodies and performing the funeral rites, offering prayers for their salvation—that much Zhang Chaoshan could do alone.
“You’ve all worked hard. I’ll seek you out soon, bringing Xuantie as thanks.”
Zhang Chaoshan made a martial salute of farewell and turned his steps toward Taishan.
His figure, bearing the weight of the world upon his shoulders, seemed darker than ever before.

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Shandong Province. The Shandong Yue Family.
The Shandong Yue Family, called the Bazhe of Shandong Province.
Based in Dongping County, the Yue clan wielded great power, both at court and throughout Zhongyuan.
“What did you say?”
A man of massive build, his back of his hands covered in dark hair, narrowed the space between his brows.
His face was half-hidden beneath a wild, unkempt beard, and his appearance was like that of a tiger watching its prey.
“The Yue Family Army, which was sent to suppress Huangtian, has returned.”
“We sent them out yesterday—how did they return in a single day? They’ve already suppressed those vile dogs?”
The tiger-like man was Yue Zhenxing, patriarch of the Shandong Yue Family, and he tilted his head in confusion.
The infamy of the Huangtian sect was already notorious throughout Shandong Province, and the authorities had already attempted suppression several times, only to fail.
No matter how formidable the Yue Family Army was, they should not have been able to suppress them in a single day.
“It appears… they have already been suppressed.”
“Already suppressed?”
Yue Zhenxing’s fierce gaze twisted slightly.
Taishan sat right at the edge of Dongping County, where the Shandong Yue Family held sway.
Which meant that someone other than the Yue Family had dealt with a problem that occurred practically on their doorstep.
If word of this spread, it could bring grave dishonor to the Yue clan’s reputation.
“What presumptuous dogs would dare to handle a problem in Shandong Province without my permission?”
The brown tiger of Shandong Province bared his fangs and growled low.
“Speak. Who are these men?”
“S-sirs, they claim to be from the Guan Family establishment in Yunsheng!”
“……The Guan Family? The Guan clan? Could it possibly be the same Guan as Guan Yu of legend?”
“Y-yes, that’s correct.”
The subordinate trembled visibly, bowing his head low.
Before Yue Zhenxing, who radiated a bestial aura, even men of considerable nerve found breathing difficult.
It was the effect of that ominous presence, emanating unbidden from within him.
“I thought that bloodline had withered to nothing.”
“Y-yes, but it appears some thread of their lineage persists in Yunsheng, however faintly. I shall have someone send a letter of protest at once.”
“Never mind.”
The man seated in the chair suddenly rose to his feet.
“I’ll go find out myself just how presumptuous these fools are. And when I do……”
A glint of cold light flickered across Yue Zhenxing’s eyes.
“If they displease me, I’ll make certain the Guan line withers completely.”

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