I Obtained Guan Yu's Martial Arts - Chapter 62

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Guan Yu’s Martial Arts Obtained — Episode 62
Karma and Retribution (2)
Cho Ryang stormed into the guest pavilion and slammed the table with such violence it seemed ready to shatter.
Bang!
“Damn it all! That conniving bastard deserves to have his own lies shoved down his throat!”
His face flushed crimson, Cho Ryang exhaled sharp, furious breaths.
Crippled? Disabled?!
The mockery ignited a rage that rose to the crown of his head.
Part of him wanted nothing more than to draw his blade and cripple the man’s limbs on the spot.
Had the Ak Family Lord not been involved, he would have long since severed a leg and torn out the wretch’s tongue.
“So you’ve made peace with death, have you? Guan Clan dog.”
Even groveling would scarcely suffice—and yet the fool dared provoke his wrath.
The man was digging his own grave, and deep at that.
Thanks to him, Cho Ryang had erased all thought of mercy from his mind.
“Never again will you wield Martial Arts. I’ll see to that myself.”
The plan was already set.
The Ak Family Lord had announced that tomorrow, at the Chen Hour, a Martial Competition would take place in an open ground in the heart of Jinan’s marketplace.
Cho Ryang intended to cripple the man in full view of everyone.
“Older brother. Think this through again, calmly. You saw the Ak Family Lord himself taking his side. Are you truly going to maim someone under his protection in a Martial Competition?”
“No matter how great the Ak Family Lord is, he cannot interfere in what transpires on the competition ground.”
The Martial Competition belongs entirely to the two martial artists crossing blades.
For all the Ak Family of Shandong’s renown, the Family Lord cannot simply intervene mid-competition.
To do so would be to drag the Ak Family’s honor into the dirt.
“But you’ll make an enemy of the Family Lord.”
“He already despises me. What have I left to lose?”
“But—”
“Enough. Stop talking. Unless you’re eager to become another target for my fury.”
……
Cho Seol turned away slowly.
There was nothing left to see, nothing left to hear.
Her brother had never intended to listen to anyone.
‘What can I do? How can I possibly…?’
Cho Seol lifted her head, trapped by suffocation.
The wooden ceiling blocked her view of the sky entirely.
The oppressiveness of it all struck her anew.
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“Quite a stir, isn’t it? What’s happening so early in the morning?”
From dawn, people had gathered and buzzed with chatter as they watched the Ak Family’s martial artists preparing the competition grounds.
“What? You haven’t heard? Today there’s a Martial Competition between Cho Ryang and Wu Long! A competition for the very title of Dragon!”
“Oh! Such a spectacle is unfolding?”
“W-wait, Cho Ryang is coming here? Is it truly so?”
Those who heard the news erupted in excitement.
“Cho Ryang! The foremost Late-Blooming Talent of Shaanxi has come to Shandong Province? Remarkable!”
“The supreme prodigy born of Hwajongmun himself—and he graces us with his presence! One hardly dares dream of it!”
“I’ve heard his Martial Arts are extraordinary, and his appearance is said to be equally flawless!”
“From what I gather, he single-handedly crushed an entire black-blade faction in Shaanxi. Over thirty of them, no less.”
“Th-thirty!? How extraordinary. Thirty men, alone! Isn’t that what they call ‘standing against ten thousand’!”
Cho Ryang, who had long since earned his name as Shaanxi’s foremost Late-Blooming Talent and was counted among the Five Dragons Three Peaks, had grown sufficiently renowned even here in Shandong.
The crowd trembled with barely concealed excitement at the prospect of beholding this young master of supreme skill and beauty.
“But who is his opponent?”
“Wu Long? I’ve never heard of such a name.”
“Is there a Wu Long among the Five Dragons Three Peaks?”
A well-versed gossip among those gathered shook his head.
“No. He’s not officially recognized as one of the Dragons. It’s merely a nickname they use in Shanxi Province, I believe.”
“Hmm. Isn’t that place rather barren?”
“I’ve heard there are scarcely any notable martial artists there.”
“The Guan Clan, is it? Descendants of Lord Guan? I thought they’d perished long ago.”
“Well then, this competition will be over in no time. Can a false dragon truly stand against the real one?”
Before the Martial Competition had even begun, those fond of speculation already assured themselves of Guan Hui’s defeat.
The Hwajongmun’s supreme Late-Blooming Talent, whose renown stretched back generations, stood against the Family Head of a collapsed provincial clan.
It was painfully obvious which of the two would prevail.
“The martial competition won’t be particularly thrilling, I suspect.”
“Still, isn’t this a chance to see Cho Ryang in person?”
“True. And they say his sister, the First Beauty of the North, has come as well.”
“Oh! The First Beauty has arrived!?”
“At last we’ll glimpse her face!”
The men bounced eagerly on their heels, hearts swelling with anticipation.
While all eyes fixed solely on the Cho siblings—
Thud.
Guan Hui walked silently toward the center of the clearing.
All who watched him emerge through the ranks of Ak Family martial artists fell speechless.
……
……
A towering frame of six and a half chi tall, crowned with a long beard that recalled the beauty of Mi Yan-gong himself.
His shoulders were broad as a door panel, and every muscle of his body swelled taut within his armor as though stuffed to bursting.
“Here stands a general.”
“The bearing of a great commander……!”
“It’s like watching some… some beast.”
From his meticulously groomed beard and powerful frame radiated an overwhelming pressure.
Without emitting a shred of Qi, he dominated all present—and in that crushing strength, they felt the aura of a supreme general who had commanded battlefields.
Those who moments before had mocked and belittled Guan Hui now sensed, with instinctive clarity, that their judgment had been terribly wrong.
“He looks almost like……”
“Could it be the reincarnation of Guan Yu himself?”
Ten Thousand Enemies—a name synonymous with the courage of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, legendary great commander of Shu Han who had defined an age.
At the sight of what seemed his reincarnation, all present gasped in wonder.
“Guan Yu’s rebirth has come among us!”
The moment they beheld Guan Hui’s visage, they understood.
The outcome of this martial competition was already written.
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……
Cho Ryang swallowed the rage that rose within him, pressing it down between his teeth.
“Fools.”
Deceived by mere appearance, predicting his own defeat.
Either way, these common folk were as stupid as dogs and pigs—witless beyond measure.
“Enjoy the sight?”
Cho Ryang fixed Guan Hui with eyes brimming with killing intent.
……?
“Savor it well. You’ll taste hell soon enough.”
Shing.
Cho Ryang drew his sword and instantly took a combat stance.
He had been aching to cut the man down since last night.
Even without warming up, his body was already primed.
“Very well—the martial competition shall now begin!”
The Ak Family martial artist who had volunteered as referee swept his arm wide and withdrew.
In the same instant, Cho Ryang deployed Gyeongong and charged forward.
“The Cheonha Geom—let’s see if you can receive it.”
A razor-sharp thrust shot toward Guan Hui’s shoulder joint.
‘……?’
Guan Hui rotated his body axis smoothly, drawing his shoulder back, when something struck him as odd.
Despite the ferocity of the attack, Cho Ryang’s approach was astonishingly straightforward.
As if there were a trap waiting.
‘What is this.’
Guan Hui responded on instinct, swinging his Yanyuedao in a vertical arc.
The polearm was dozens of times heavier—he meant to shatter the blade through sheer weight.
Whoosh!
With a chilling cry of air splitting, the Yanyuedao descended in a terrible slash.
Cho Ryang was ready. He tensed his wrist and knocked the halberd aside.
Clang!
The Yanyuedao, whose haft alone weighed over one hundred eighty catties, was sent flying backward.
A weapon a hundredfold heavier was sent spinning by a mere wisp of a sword.
“……!?”
Guan Hui suppressed the surge of confusion and swung the Yanyuedao with measured composure.
Clang!— Clang—
Yet in the exchange that followed, every one of Guan Hui’s attacks was blocked, and the Yanyuedao bounced back again and again.
‘What is this.’
Guan Hui felt a strange sensation at the tips of his fingers.
How could he even describe it.
It was like beating a massive boulder with an egg.
“Dull fool. Do you understand now why they call me the Wall Dragon?”
Cho Ryang, sensing Guan Hui’s bewilderment, twisted his lips into a sneer.
Wall in “Wall Dragon” was the character for defense.
Unlike Cho Seol, who wielded a sword style as dazzling as blooming flowers, Cho Ryang was a swordmaster who exhausted opponents through stubborn defense, wearing them down until they collapsed.
“You could never break through my Seongmak Shik.”
Cho Ryang deflected the Yanyuedao again, his mockery deepening.
“So you’re saying—all you do is defend?”
Guan Hui smiled thinly, his eyes flashing with something dangerous.
“……? Don’t you understand? There’s no way you can ever defeat me…….”
“How convenient.”
Guan Hui cut off Cho Ryang mid-sentence and swung the Yanyuedao in a wide arc.
Cho Ryang hurriedly raised his sword horizontally and deployed his defensive technique.
Boom!—
A shock wave incomparable to anything before filled the open space.
The burst of Qi made the spectators stagger, and even the Ak Family martial artists standing guard were startled.
It was a Qi wave of such overwhelming power that it couldn’t be called the work of a late-blooming talent.
“Cough!”
Cho Ryang’s legs trembled as he barely blocked the strike.
It had been nothing but an ordinary saber stroke, delivered without even serious intent.
Yet that single blow tore his grip apart, and his muscles and joints screamed in agony.
There was simply no limit to the raw power contained within it.
‘What kind of absurd strength is this……!?’
Cold sweat trickled down Cho Ryang’s forehead as panic gripped him.
The Seongmak Shik of the Cheonha Geom dispersed most of an opponent’s power and turned it back to nothing.
Because of this, wasn’t it called an unparalleled art—one that could hold its own even against masters a tier above?
Yet now his Seongmak Shik showed a great crack.
In the face of just one sword strike, his defense was on the verge of shattering.
All because of overwhelming force, not any subtle technique.
“I was just thinking I needed a sturdy wooden man for practice. And here you are.”
Guan Hui smiled warmly and approached slowly.
Since his match with the Ak Family Lord, Guan Hui had lacked a proper partner for his techniques.
Given the nature of martial arts, real combat training was essential, yet no one in his clan was durable enough to withstand his strikes.
Jang Seong, both a Guest Retainer and close friend, was the same.
Since he’d broken both arms blocking a saber strike last time, he went pale at the mere mention of combat.
“Y-you monster……!”
Cho Ryang’s face drained of color as he involuntarily stepped backward.
The pride he’d usually cherished had long since vanished from his mind.
The fear this monster inspired erased everything else.
“Senior Cho. Endure as best you can. I have quite a few techniques to practice.”
Guan Hui placed his left hand on the haft of the Yanyuedao he gripped in his right.
Knowing his opponent wouldn’t be seriously injured, he now prepared to apply full force and truly unleash his techniques.
“……!”
The power of one hand and two hands was a world apart.
At the sight of this, all vitality drained from Cho Ryang’s face like an ebbing tide.
“S-save……!”
Before Cho Ryang could flee, Guan Hui closed the distance swiftly and swung the Yanyuedao horizontally.
‘Now. Hold firm with all your strength!’
“Die!”
“Eek, eeeek!”
Cho Ryang, his face drained of all color, hastily deployed his Seongmak Shik.
Guan Hui smiled with delight and began to unfold his techniques from the Cheongeuk Unmyeol Do one by one.
Boom!— Crash!—
With a deafening crack of explosion, Cho Ryang’s blade crumpled bit by bit.
“Cough!”
Dark blood welled up from Cho Ryang’s mouth—a sign of internal injury.
“Ha. Ha-ha!”
Intoxicated by the martial arts he unleashed at full power for the first time in ages, Guan Hui paid it no mind and pressed forward with his techniques unbroken.
A realization that had lain dormant for so long now surged through his body, flowing down from his Baihui Acupoint.
With every technique he unleashed met and countered, there could be no greater joy than this.
‘Ah… now I see what was lacking.’
The reason for the dissatisfaction he’d felt while wielding the Cheongeuk Unmyeol Do finally crystallized into understanding.
‘It was the Scarlet Transformation Radiant Martial Arts.’
Until now, Guan Hui had avoided practicing external disciplines in order to concentrate fully on his Dao method.
But that had been a mistake.
From the beginning, the Scarlet Transformation Radiant Martial Arts had to be the foundation for the Dao method to be complete.
‘All the martial knowledge of the Guan Clan begins with the Scarlet Transformation Radiant Martial Arts.’
With this realization, Guan Hui’s skin flushed deep crimson.
His blood quickened, and the speed of his Dao method multiplied several times over.
Whoosh—Whoom—
From the Yanyuedao, now amplified in both speed and force, a tempest of Qi Waves crashed forth.
“I—I yield! I yield—!”
Sensing the shift, Cho Ryang desperately raised the white flag.
“This is it…!”
Lost in the State of No-Self, Guan Hui heard nothing of his surrender.
And so the complete Moonlight Heaven-Breaking Technique, now infused with external martial force, unfolded in full.
“Aaaahhh!”
Sensing death approaching, Cho Ryang drew upon his Innate True Qi and raised his defense to its absolute limit.
The most perfect Cheonha Geom of his lifetime bloomed from his hands.
‘…! If it’s this…!’
Hope kindled in Cho Ryang’s eyes in that instant.
Crack-crash—
The screech of metal being torn asunder filled his ears.

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