I Obtained Guan Yu's Martial Arts - Chapter 63

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Obtained Guan Yu’s Martial Arts — Episode 63
Karma and Retribution (3)
Crack-crack-crack!
The sword split cleanly in two with a deafening boom.
The Crescent Moon Saber, its blade honed to a razor’s edge, did not merely cut through the sword and the air around it—it tore them asunder. The force infused within it, carrying even Innate Qi, remained undiminished as it drove into Chuoliang’s ribs.
“……!”
Horror flooded Chuoliang’s face.
The saber’s flat struck his ribs with terrible force, and his expression contorted grotesquely.
“Aargh!”
Chuoliang’s face twisted in agony as the Crescent Moon Saber’s edge caught his ribcage.
“Gah!”
A mouthful of dark blood sprayed from Chuoliang’s lips. He slammed into the ground, bounced once, and tumbled several times more before coming to rest.
Overwhelming strength.
In the face of what could only be called Body Strength, Chuoliang had lost even the courage to rise again.
“Good heavens! Such overwhelming force!”
“The White Dragon’s Defensive Formation couldn’t even mount a proper defense?!”
“A true dragon has appeared in Yun City!”
Among those watching the duel were martial artists of considerable standing.
Those with some depth of knowledge in the martial arts could not contain their gasps of astonishment.
Ordinarily, among the Five Dragons Three Phoenixes, there were small differences, but rarely such a crushing gap that one could bring another to their knees in mere exchanges.
After all, they were all equally Later-Stage Masters.
But this youth before them was different.
To so utterly overwhelm the White Dragon—
Even the Sword Dragon, who was called the Greatest Later-Stage Master Under Heaven, would find such a feat difficult.
“Cough!”
Still sprawled on the ground, Chuoliang coughed up dark blood.
His pupils trembled like aspen leaves as he looked toward Guan Hui.
‘Is that… even human?’
The Heavenly River Sword had been torn to shreds.
At first glance, it appeared to be a mere difference in raw strength, but in truth it was something else entirely.
Though others might not understand, Chuoliang, who had met the blade directly, knew the truth well.
‘The depth of Martial Arts… is different.’
Strength alone does not make one’s Martial Arts powerful.
In fact, the more overwhelming one’s strength, the more the perfection of Technique Forms suffers.
After all, Martial Arts Technique Forms only shine when there is perfect harmony across all dimensions—strength, speed, internal force, stamina, and more.
‘That man… is a monster.’
Even calling him a genius would be insufficient.
This was a monster that devoured geniuses.
Overwhelming Body Strength from that massive frame, and Martial Arts perfectly merged with that strength.
It was simply… beyond reason.
“What? Already finished?”
A flicker of disappointment crossed Guan Hui’s eyes as he sheathed his saber.
‘I haven’t even shown everything yet.’
The warm-up had just ended.
Only the first four Technique Forms had been deployed. The second set of four Technique Forms hadn’t even begun.
And yet it was already over.
It was more than a letdown—it was anticlimactic.
“I can procure him a sword. Would you care to continue a bit longer?”
“…….”
Chuoliang’s lips clenched with humiliation, blood trickling down his chin.
“He seems like he’s just getting started?”
“Unbelievable. The White Dragon of all under Heaven reduced to nothing more than a warm-up exercise.”
“I’ve heard it said that rumors from the Central Plains are worth nothing, but even the White Dragon proves the same.”
“…….”
Chuoliang buried his face in shame.
He could not lift his head for the weight of disgrace.
“Hmm.”
Guan Hui, observing him quietly, let out a faint click of his tongue.
“Tsk. I suppose it can’t be helped.”
Judging by his inability to stand, his condition was quite poor.
Pushing things further and antagonizing him now would only result in a sloppy match.
It was better to call it here.
‘Still, one ought to observe the proper courtesies.’
Guan Hui watched as Chuoliang slowly got to his feet, then opened his mouth.
‘You’ve worked hard. I learned a great deal from you.’
“Your pathetic technique was enlightening. I’d recommend studying Golden Powder Restoration—it suits you.”
“You damnable bastard… *cough*!”
A fresh gout of dark blood spilled from Chuoliang’s lips as the internal injury took its toll.
His body, barely held upright by sheer rage, crumpled to the ground.
“Well.”
Guan Hui scratched his chin with an unbothered expression.
His true feelings had slipped out again.
It seemed the countless provocations from this man had left more of a mark on his heart than he’d realized.
‘What can you do.’
Guan Hui gave a light shrug and stepped off the dueling platform.
It was his own doing, after all.
* * *
“Hear me, all of you!”
The crowd’s attention, stirred by the shock and overwhelming victory, snapped toward a single figure.
There stood Ak Jin-seong, the Family Head of the Ak Family, with his arm slung casually across Guan Hui’s shoulders.
“You’ve all witnessed it. Who emerged victorious between the two Later-Stage Masters. And who the true Dragon truly is.”
The Ak Family Head beamed, raising one of Guan Hui’s hands high into the air—as though presenting a champion.
“A new Dragon is born this day in this place—Shandong Province! The Family Head of the Guan Clan, who has defeated White Dragon and ascended to the Five Dragons Three Phoenixes: Fierce Dragon Guan Hui!”
“Woooooah!”
“Long live Fierce Dragon! Long live Guan Hui!”
“Magnificent! Guan the Brave!”
“The finest martial contest I have ever witnessed!”
The crowd erupted in cheers and thunderous applause.
Clap, clap, clap—
As if answering the cascade of acclaim and cheers, Guan Hui assumed a fist salute and gave a casual bow.
“You’re grateful? I set the stage for you.”
“Thank you, senior. Though my epithet is Martial Dragon.”
Ak Jin-seong replied flatly.
“Martial Dragon? That doesn’t suit you at all. The character for fierce is far more fitting.”
“That may well be true.”
In fact, Fierce Dragon suited Guan Hui’s taste far better than Martial Dragon.
To claim the Martial character, one would need to excel in all forms of martial arts—and he had not yet reached that level.
“But your skill does seem to have grown since we last met.”
“Only thanks to your teachings, senior.”
“Tsk, tsk. Then send me more of that bamboo leaf liquor.”
“I’ve already brought several bottles along.”
“…!”
Ak Jin-seong’s rough hands trembled.
“Ah! A junior who knows propriety truly is different!”
The Ak Family Head, moved to hearty emotion, clapped Guan Hui’s shoulder vigorously and once again drew every eye toward himself.
“Hear me! I, Ak Jin-seong, Family Head of the Shandong Ak Family, Subduing Tiger Sage, have an announcement to make this day!”
“Ohhh…!”
“What proclamation does the Ak Family Head make?!”
Everyone, still flushed with excitement from Guan Hui’s victory, fixed eager eyes upon him.
“From this day forward, I proclaim that the Ak Family of Shandong and the Guan Clan of Yun City shall be bound as one will!”
“…?!”
Guan Hui’s eyes widened in shock at these words.
Bound as one will.
That meant the two families would be entering into alliance.
“My relationship with the Guan Family Head mirrors that of Guan and Bao—a friendship of unshakeable loyalty. So too shall the bond between these two houses endure. This shall be inscribed in solemn covenant for all ages hence, and the warriors of the Ak Family shall treat the warriors of the Guan Clan as they would treat blood kin, with no distinction!”
Guan Hui was not alone in his shock.
Those gathered to witness the duel erupted in astonished murmurs.
Yet the disturbance carried no note of disapproval.
Having already witnessed Guan Hui’s martial prowess firsthand, all they could envision was a brilliant and boundless future.
“Oooooh! An alliance between the Ak and Guan families!”
“The forward and backward waves of the Yangzi join forces!”
“An alliance between Shandong’s lord and the future lord of Shanxi!”
“With this, we might even rival the Five Dragons Three Phoenixes!”
The people of Shandong Province swelled with anticipation, their voices tumbling over one another as they spoke of the stories yet to unfold.
Chuoliang had already been erased from their minds long ago.
“Family Head Ak, are you truly at ease with this?”
Guan Hui, who had been observing the crowd’s reaction, posed the question.
The Guan Family Estate was no longer a house that could be easily overshadowed.
It was the finest in Yun City, and whenever one spoke of the greatest in Shanxi Province, the Guan name invariably rose to the lips.
But the Ak Family of Shandong was different.
The Ak Family, which had lorded over Shandong Province for nearly a century and built its renown, held a position there little different from that of a king.
The long epochs of dominion had granted them a history, a pedigree, and reserves of power and connection that the Guan Family could not hope to match.
For such a family to propose an alliance first was extraordinary.
To Guan Hui, it was akin to receiving the secret techniques of an absolute master—a stroke of fortune beyond measure.
“Did I not say it before? I took a liking to you. So long as you stand as Family Head, the Ak Family stands with you.”
It was a choice made not for the Guan Family’s promising future, but for Guan Hui’s own.
Yet to Guan Hui, that distinction mattered little.
So long as he was Family Head, the Guan Family Estate was Guan Hui, and Guan Hui was the Guan Family Estate.
“……Thank you, Family Head.”
“Call me Senior instead—more naturally.”
“Yes, Senior.”
Ak Jin-seong gazed at Guan Hui, who had offered a respectful fist salute, and smiled with satisfaction.
One could not help but like a man of such courtesy.
“As they say—there’s never a bearded man without manners.”
“……?”
Ak Jin-seong, muttering some cryptic remark, withdrew a wooden box from his robes and offered it forward.
“The Hundred-Year-Old Fleece Flower I mentioned last time.”
“A Hundred-Year-Old Fleece Flower……!”
“Then the Ak Family and Guan Family truly stand together!”
“Dragon and tiger take flight as one!”
Those who witnessed the bestowal of the elixir cried out anew.
In this moment, for the Ak Family’s head to present an elixir to the Guan Family’s head held a meaning all its own.
“It is not mere words—they stand together!”
“He has given a mid-tier elixir. That is to say, not merely an alliance, but something akin to a Blood Covenant!”
To present a gift of elixir at the very moment of declaring an alliance meant that they would stand together not in words alone, but in deed.
Moreover, this was Ak Jin-seong’s way of revealing his stance.
From this moment forward, the Guan Family Estate was no longer merely an ordinary house of Shandong Province.
It had become a promising family worthy of leading the next generation, one acknowledged by Ak Jin-seong himself, the Greatest Later-Stage Master Under Heaven.
Those among Shandong’s people who grasped this meaning could not contain their swelling joy, and they cried out loudly.
“Long live the Ak Family of Shandong!”
“Long live the Guan Clan!”
July’s heat grew fiercer with each passing day, the sun’s warmth deepening.
The name of the Guan Clan began to ring out across the world for the first time.
* * *
“I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him without fail.”
Chuoliang’s face twisted as he ground his teeth.
That once-handsome visage, now reduced to rags, was a tangle of rage and obsession.
“Do you think I’ll simply accept this? I will…… I will kill him and be done with it.”
He tore at his nails as he spoke, repeating the words over and over.
He would repay them. He would repay them without fail.
Crack—
Chuoliang stopped in his tracks and drove his fist against the alley wall.
His skin split, and crimson blood smeared across the stone, yet he felt no pain.
Rather, he did not feel it.
His fury had consumed even agony.
Chuoliang crouched down, staring blankly at his blood-soaked hand.
The stench of blood reached his nostrils.
But he did not stop; he swung his fist again.
If he did not pour this rage out somewhere, he feared he would go mad.
“Guan Hui…… Guan Hui. Yes. There is still a way for me to take revenge on you. Khe, khe, khe.”
With twisted, blood-stained lips, Chuoliang laughed—a smile that raised the hair on one’s neck.
“By whatever means necessary… I will kill you. Without fail, I will end you.”
Chuoliang walked on and on.
Having left Jinan’s bustling streets behind, he entered an alley rendered especially dim by the shadow of a ridge.
Turning a corner within that alley, he soon stepped into a thatched cottage that looked ready to collapse at any moment.
Schring—
A blade keen as frost pressed against his throat.
“……!”
Even among first-rate martial artists, Chuoliang—whose senses were uncommonly sharp—had not detected a single sound.
His opponent’s movements had been that quick.
“Leave this place.”
From the throat of the figure in black who held Chuoliang’s neck came a voice like boiling iron.
“This is no place for a Later-Stage Master of the Path of White.”
“…….”
One careless word and he would forfeit his life in an instant.
Chuoliang opened his mouth with great care.
“……I came to make a request.”
“A request?”
The figure in black asked, as if confused.
“A Path of White disciple comes to the Black Shadow Sect seeking a commission?”
“Yes.”
Feeling the blade against his throat, Chuoliang moved forward.
A life without vengeance against Guan Hui was no different from death.
A mere blade held no terror for him.
“Kill Guan Hui, the Family Head of the Guan Family Estate.”
Thud—
Chuoliang withdrew a heavy money pouch from his robes and cast it to the ground.
“If you bring me his head, I will pay you whatever price you name.”

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