I Obtained Guan Yu's Martial Arts - Chapter 67

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Obtained Guan Yu’s Martial Arts — Episode 67
Karma (7)
“……!”
The eyes of the Black Sword assassin preparing an ambush flew wide open.
It was because Guan Hui, possessing a massive frame to rival a mountain lord, had closed the distance in an instant.
“Tch……!”
The Black Sword assassin tried to retreat hastily, but it was already too late.
Though lacking other refinements, Guan Hui deployed the Heavenly Step Flowing Star with a speed so overwhelming that he appeared at his opponent’s side in a breath.
“Running like a worm — pathetic.”
Guan Hui’s glaive traced a vertical line, contempt etched on his face.
Crack!—
A single stroke: the innate divine strength of the Heavenly Martial Physique joined with the accumulated power of Hundred Year He Shou Wu.
The blade strike, grown more perfect as he reached the Peak Realm, cleaved the assassin’s body in two with overwhelming force.
The other assassins’ eyes widened in shock at such absolute power.
“Spread out! Create distance!”
“Don’t close in! Throw projectiles and wear him down!”
A single blade stroke had roused the vigilance of the Black Sword Sect assassins.
Though numerically superior, they judged that victory in direct combat was slim, so they began retreating to widen the gap.
But Guan Hui was not one to simply watch them escape.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Guan Hui stomped down with precise force, unleashing a torrent of Qi through the Yongquan point on his foot.
The Drawing Force technique he had learned before.
A martial art that inverted the principle of sorcery—where Qi naturally coheres to fill a void—manifested from the end of Guan Hui’s right foot.
“……!”
“……!!”
The assassins attempting to flee were forcibly pulled back.
They resisted by digging their feet into the earth, but only managed to claw furrows in the soil as they were dragged forward.
“……Resist with your accumulated power!”
“Wrap your entire body in Qi!”
Several experienced assassins found a method and resisted.
The dragging force halted, and the Drawing Force technique was broken.
Indeed, they were assassins bearing the weight of one axis of the Black Sword Sect.
Different from those Black Sword dogs who fell as cold corpses without offering even token resistance.
And yet.
“You’ve come too close already.”
The assassins had already drawn within Guan Hui’s vicinity.
Though beyond arm’s reach, the long blade of the glaive had more than sufficient range to touch them.
“We, we have to run……!”
“His reach……!”
The faces of several assassins who read the situation turned ashen.
Guan Hui curled the corners of his mouth upward, meeting their gaze.
That look resembled a ferryman of the underworld, and the assassins could scarcely breathe.
“Hhh.”
Guan Hui exhaled the breath he had drawn deep into his lungs.
Simultaneously, he tensed the muscles of his forearms and gripped the glaive tightly with both hands, tracing a grand arc.
The Heavenly Extreme Cloud Destruction Blade.
Second form: Returning Heaven Slash Moon.
The second technique—subtle principles of the blade art compressed into one, manifested as direct, intuitive cutting.
The form of Yun Zhang, who once unleashed his aura against thousands of enemies, now appeared before them.
Beneath the dimmed night sky, a dazzling silver full moon suddenly rose.
Crack!—
Ten assassins, their faces emptied of all expression, were lifted into the air.
Their upper bodies soared helplessly through the void, while their lower halves remained fixed to the ground.
“This is impossible……!”
“How could a mere First Class Realm cultivator……!?”
The assassins watching could not suppress their horror.
Their shock was so profound they could not even mount their ambush.
“That man…….”
Yim Pyeong’s face twisted violently.
That final stroke was no technique a mere First Class Realm cultivator could unleash.
To the untrained eye, it seemed like nothing more than a sweeping arc of the glaive, yet within it lay an intricate web of martial technique too complex for casual observation.
Even Yim Pyeong, who prided himself on his understanding of the martial arts, could not fully decipher every layer woven into that strike.
“This won’t do.”
Yim Pyeong, who had been watching and waiting for his chance to strike from behind, burst forward.
He had meant to wait until the moment was right to go for the back, but he changed his mind.
Or rather, he had no choice but to change it.
If he waited any longer, the damage would be catastrophic.
Clang!
The glaive, which had been cutting through the Black Sword Sect assassins like autumn leaves before the wind, came to an abrupt halt.
Two Hidden Daggers crossed in an X formation, blocking the massive glaive.
The energy rippled outward.
The seasoned assassin’s power clashed with the young martial artist’s, sending a violent wave of force through the surrounding air.
Yim Pyeong’s crimson robes billowed wildly, and Guan Hui’s garments danced in the wind that followed.
“Coming out already? I thought you’d wait until all your underlings were dead.”
“……Arrogant whelp. You’re rushing to your own demise.”
“Parasite of an old assassin. Do you really think you can match me in direct combat?”
Guan Hui’s provocation kindled a murderous gleam in Yim Pyeong’s eyes.
“A First Class Realm nobody like you thinks he can face me?”
“First Class?”
Guan Hui’s lips twisted into a sneer.
In that instant, his skin took on a reddish hue.
“Your information is quite outdated, it seems.”
A burst of power erupted outward.
Guan Hui withdrew his glaive and retreated a step.
As he fell back, he pushed off the ground and leaped skyward, his glaive tracing a dizzying pattern through the air.
‘Zhang Cheng’s martial arts carry the Illusion Art within them.’
The Guan Clan’s Heavenly Extreme Cloud Destruction Blade was a technique specialized for short, decisive combat.
It wasted no effort on deception—only pressing overwhelming force through pure offense, that was the essence of Guan Clan martial arts.
‘But that’s not what I need right now.’
If the opponent were merely a single old assassin, it wouldn’t matter.
But all around him, those cockroach-like Black Sword Sect assassins were watching for any opening.
So he needed to blind them all with deception.
Just as the Void Dream Slash from the Anmun Zhang Family did—he had to fool his enemies’ eyes with illusion.
‘The glaive is still a weapon form. I can deploy it.’
Guan Hui recalled in his mind the forms of the Void Dream Slash that Zhang Cheng had once performed.
The sword and glaive were fundamentally different weapons, so the way they were wielded differed from the ground up.
Moreover, Guan Hui had never even read the secret manual of the Void Dream Slash.
He was attempting to deploy another warrior’s technique with a different weapon based solely on what he’d glimpsed in passing.
Had anyone witnessed such an attempt, they would have laughed at the sheer foolishness.
By all reason and logic, learning a technique without its manual was impossible—let alone adapting it to an entirely different weapon.
But the Heavenly Martial Physique, blessed by heaven itself to master martial arts, was different.
A high-pitched hum filled the air.
The Upper Dantian’s Baihui point accelerated, decomposing and reconstructing the essence of the Void Dream Slash.
The sword technique transformed into glaive technique, and the illusion seamlessly wove itself in.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
“Kill him!”
“Help our leader!”
The Heavenly Martial Physique was not merely a matter of the body—it elevated even the five senses to heights that brushed the heavens.
Guan Hui’s glaive, now awakened to its potential, traced bewildering arcs that shattered the assassins’ perception.
“We—we can’t land a blow…!”
“Fall back, fall back!”
The illusory strikes that filled the entire area appeared to come straight at the Black Sword Sect assassins, and they scrambled backward in panic.
“……!”
The illusion had not fooled only the Black Sword Sect assassins.
Yim Pyeong, the Red Killer Sect’s branch leader, was likewise deceived, his two Hidden Daggers slashing through empty air.
He sought to parry the blade of the glaive he thought he saw so clearly.
A sharp breath escaped him.
Realizing his mistake too late, Yim Pyeong drew his shoulders back and recovered his daggers.
The precision with which he withdrew his blades by shifting his center of gravity demonstrated flawless technique.
The veteran assassin’s decades of experience in the Red Killer Sect showed its worth—he was indeed a different caliber entirely.
But.
As he retrieved the Hidden Dagger, the Glaive pierced his left shoulder blade.
Thunk!
The sharp edge of the Glaive cut through skin and flesh, driving deep between his collarbone and shoulder bone.
‘Got him.’
Guan Hui felt the weight settle at his fingertips and poured all his strength into his forearm, twisting the Glaive’s trajectory.
What began as a thrust became a horizontal sweep, tearing through muscle and sinew, ripping the arm clean away.
Crack!
The left arm, severed whole along with the shoulder bone, flew up into the air.
Spraying blood as it arced, the old assassin’s arm captured every eye in the clearing.
That the Red Killer, who had ruled Shanxi Province for decades as a master of the Red Killer Sect, could lose an arm so easily — the assassins found it impossible to believe.
Thunk!
In that instant, when their attention had been torn away, an ominous cracking sound reached their ears.
The assassins’ gaze snapped back to the battlefield.
The old assassin and the young martial artist, standing in the heart of Gun Amrim.
Both had gone rigid with tension, their eyes locked in silent combat.
“…You’re not just some washed-up old man. You’ve been holding something back.”
Guan Hui stared down at his own thigh with an expressionless face.
His blue trousers were torn, blood streaming freely through the gap.
The moment he’d stabbed Yim Pyeong’s shoulder, the Hidden Dagger in that old man’s hand had moved with vicious speed, savagely opening his thigh.
“…The intelligence was wrong. You’re at the Peak Realm.”
Yim Pyeong, who had sealed the pressure point on his left shoulder where the arm had been torn away, let out a bitter laugh.
“Peak Realm at merely twenty years of age. You don’t deserve to be called ‘Fierce Dragon.'”
It was a realm that the Late Stage cultivators could never hope to contain.
The Peak Realm far surpassed what was called the Five Dragons Three Peaks — the ceiling of the Late Stage realm.
“That Void Dream Slash just now — the blade was wavering. It looked like you were deploying it for the first time. Was my guess right?”
“Your eyes are sharp for someone of your caliber.”
“…So I was right. You’re a monster with talent. Born with the potential of ages.”
Yim Pyeong’s eyes flickered with something like awe.
He had been raised as an assassin, but he too was a martial artist.
Standing face to face with such radiant talent, he couldn’t suppress his admiration.
“But you’re still green. Your experience is shallow — there’s no help for it.”
“It was your arm that flew off, old man.”
“An assassin’s weapons always carry a lethal toxin.”
Yim Pyeong raised the Hidden Dagger clutched in his one remaining hand.
A subtle green shimmer played across the blade of the dark dagger.
“This extreme poison was crafted by the Heavenly Poison Hand, called a master of toxins from the Myriad Poison Gate. It’s famous for killing within ten steps.”
As Yim Pyeong spoke calmly of the poison, confidence flooded his face.
He was certain that with the toxin buried deep in the thigh, death would come soon.
“Poison…”
Guan Hui, having sealed the pressure point to stop the bleeding in his thigh, let a smirk play across his lips.
“Unfortunately for you, poison doesn’t affect me much.”
“I know. Because of the Hunyak Chamber.”
“…!”
Assassins conduct thorough investigations before attempting their target’s death.
They had failed to detect that Guan Hui had reached the Peak Realm, but they had certainly learned that he’d served as a test subject for the Hunyak Chamber.
“The Myriad Poison Gate is not some Hunyak Chamber. Are the Black Sword Sect and a third-rate frontier organization the same?”
“Those Black Sword bastards…”
Guan Hui, gripping the Glaive and settling into a stance, staggered.
For a moment, his legs gave out as if he’d drunk himself into stupor, and everything before his eyes turned hazy.
“…!”
Guan Hui quickly tensed his body and flooded all three meridians of his frame with Qi as if completing a full circulation.
Thanks to the Hunyak Chamber, he understood toxin suppression as well as any Poison Master.
Whooom—
He flooded his entire body with Qi and twisted a section of his Qi Meridians to prevent the toxin from spreading.
The cost was that he could no longer use one leg at all, but this was better than the alternative.
Otherwise, he’d die without being able to move a single hand.
“Clever. You’ve contained the toxin by twisting your Qi.”
Yim Pyeong smiled, his confidence restored.
Despite his pallid complexion from blood loss, he remained perfectly composed.
He was in far better shape than a man who’d lost mobility in one leg.
Yim Pyeong still had a dozen assassins at his command.
“Conversation’s over. Kill him.”
The Red Killer Sect commander’s order fell like a blade.
Whoosh—
The black-clad assassins, poised for that single word, erupted forward in a spray of motion.
A dozen of them converged from all sides at once, raining down upon Guan Hui’s head like a black downpour.
“…Damn it all.”
Trapped and unable to move, Guan Hui braced himself for death, gripping his Glaive to make a last stand.
The instant those airborne assassins began their descent toward him—
Piercing whistle!—
A snow-white spear flashed through the air, punching through three assassins’ hearts in succession before burying itself deep in the stone.
“…!?”
An unexpected arrival.
Both the assassins and Guan Hui turned their heads sharply to the right.
“It’s been a while.”

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