I Obtained Guan Yu's Martial Arts - Chapter 68

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Obtaining Guan Yu’s Martial Arts Chapter 68
Karma and Retribution (8)
A thick darkness hung over Group Rock Forest.
A man emerged wearing a White Hero Headgear on his head and a white martial robe draped across his shoulders.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he appeared at ease, three long white spears bound across his back.
“You…….”
Guan Hui’s brow furrowed upon seeing him.
“Yang Yunshang?”
The successor to the most renowned martial family in Taiyuan, the capital of Shanxi Province.
Yet the heir of a house that had fallen into decline following the death of Family Head Cloud Valley Spear, Yang Wuyuan.
At the unexpected arrival of this figure, everyone on the battlefield paused their assault.
None could tell whose side the newcomer favored.
‘Another enemy, then.’
Guan Hui regarded him calmly, gripping his Crescent Moon Halberd tight.
Between Yang Yunshang and Guan Hui lay a blood debt that could never be forgotten.
Guan Hui had slain his father.
Though his opponent had poisoned him first and laid deadly traps, such reasoning would never reach the heart of a son who had lost his father.
It was reasonable to assume the man had appeared here for one purpose alone: to kill Guan Hui.
Better to know his enemy’s intent clearly—it would make defense that much simpler.
‘This won’t be easy.’
Guan Hui swept his eyes across the assassins, his expression unmoved as he drew up his Internal Energy.
One leg still refused to move.
Yet despite standing here to face all his enemies at once—a dire disadvantage—no flicker of emotion crossed his face.
“Ha ha. Amusing. Most amusing indeed.”
The Master of the Black Shadow Sect, Red Slaughter Ghost Yan Ping, bared a bloodstained smile.
“I was just troubled by this man’s formidable prowess. An unexpected ally has arrived.”
Yan Ping’s face, already pallid from considerable blood loss, brightened.
He had already seen through information about Guan Hui, and he guessed well enough why Yang Yunshang had appeared.
“Come to take his head? I yield. We only need confirmation of his death anyway. I’ll stand aside for you.”
Yan Ping stepped back with a smile uncommon for an assassin—courteous, almost warm.
As if to prove his sincerity, his black-clad killers too widened the distance, drawing back.
The sight of the dark assassins retreating like an ebb tide, opening a path for the white warrior, was quite elegant.
“An ally…… yes, an ally indeed.”
Yang Yunshang drew one of the three spears from his back, tensing every muscle in his right arm and left leg.
His thigh muscles swelled visibly as his forearms bulged with power.
Drawing his right hand back to its limit, Yang Yunshang pulled at his shoulder and launched the spear with tremendous speed.
Like a single arrow loosed, the spear carved through the air and shot forward with crushing force.
Thunk!—
The white spear pierced clean through Yan Ping’s thigh and buried itself deep in the rock.
“You, you bastard……!?”
Yan Ping’s face twisted in shock at the unexpected assault.
He’d barely managed to react at the last moment; had he been any slower, it would have been his skull, not his thigh, that was pierced.
“Why would you……?”
Confusion flooded Yan Ping’s pupils.
He could not fathom why a man with a blood feud against the Guan Clan would attack him.
“The Family Head of the White Way does not make common cause with those of the Black Way.”
Yang Yunshang answered with unhurried ease, drawing a second spear and rushing onto the battlefield.
“This dog……!”
There was much Yan Ping would have liked to say, but there was no time for words.
Slash!—
Guan Hui, who had closed the distance in a single-legged leap, swung his Crescent Moon Halberd down.
“Attack!”
“Kill him and fall back!”
The Black Shadow Sect’s assassins, roused late to action, began their assault anew.
Whoosh!— Whoom!—
The white warrior slipped between the waves of black.
Yang Yunshang wielded his spears with grace, batting away every Hidden Projectile that poured toward Guan Hui.
Each projectile that touched the circle his spear traced fell harmless to the ground.
“I don’t know your reasons for helping, but we can talk about it later.”
“A fine idea.”
Two young Family Heads exchanged a light glance, then turned back-to-back and swung their weapons at each other.
Bang!—
Guan Hui’s Crescent Moon Halberd, wielded with all his force, drew a vertical line as it came crashing down toward Yan Ping’s head.
“Ugh!”
Yan Ping barely angled his Hidden Dagger to deflect the blow, but his face crumpled like paper from the impact.
Though he’d turned the attack aside, the Internal Energy woven through it left his right arm tingling and numb.
‘What kind of impossible force is that……!’
Just from blocking a single strike, the Qi Meridians and Blood Vessel Paths in his right arm were shredded to tatters.
Neither the Orthodox Path martial arts that pursued the White Way, nor the Black Way arts that sought variation through Turbid Energy, could produce such devastation.
This was the first time he’d witnessed martial arts so brutally Tyrannical in nature.
“You…… truly are a monster.”
Yan Ping arched his back to evade another strike, then slashed with his Hidden Dagger at the spear piercing through his thigh.
The spearhead was embedded in rock, leaving it immobile.
“But make no mistake—you’ll still die here.”
A bloodthirsty smile crossed his face as he dragged one leg backward, retreating.
The true face of an assassin lies in ambush.
He meant to leave the attack to his men, then strike with a killing blow from the shadows.
“Where do you think you’re running?”
Guan Hui dragged his poison-stiffened legs forward by sheer force of will.
He had no intention of giving such a skilled assassin the chance to set up an ambush.
For the sake of momentum, he would sever the enemy commander’s head first.
Whoosh!—
Twisting at the waist, he swung the Crescent Moon Halberd in a wide arc, tracing a diagonal line.
“Heh. What are you aiming at?”
Yan Ping smiled thinly, noting that the halberd’s blade didn’t reach him.
It was amusing—the poison had clearly thrown off his distance judgment.
But then.
“I was never aiming at you.”
Guan Hui’s true target wasn’t Yan Ping at all. It was the rock.
Crash!—
The boulder in front of Yan Ping exploded into fragments, scattering in all directions.
Dozens of stone shards were hurled outward by the violent release of True Intention.
Splinter—crack!—
The assassins struck by rock fragments across their heads, flanks, and shoulders spun backward, coughing blood.
Those struck on the head had their skulls burst open; those struck on the shoulders had entire limbs crushed—the force was that catastrophic.
It was as if the Lightning Explosion Projectile, a weapon reserved for the Guan Clan alone, had just detonated.
“This madness……!”
Yan Ping’s eyes went wide with shock.
But the stone shards flew indiscriminately—they came at him too.
Crack!—
A fragment smashed straight through his ribs, savagely crushing his internal organs.
“Cough!”
Torn organ tissue poured out along with dark blood from that impossible force.
He would need at least two years of recovery to heal from injuries this severe.
At this rate, he wouldn’t even make it half an hour before death took him.
‘Yan Ping dies here?’
Fear and shock rippled across his face.
A massive stone fragment filled his wavering vision.
Guan Hui was smashing another boulder with his Crescent Moon Halberd.
“Damn it…….”
Splurt!—
With a sound like pigskin tearing, Yan Ping’s head vanished from the world.
His headless body, like a puppet with its strings cut, crumpled to the ground.
“……!”
“Master, Master!”
Cries of shock erupted from the assassins.
The death of Yan Ping—their commander, the shadow lord who ruled Shanxi’s nights—seemed impossible to accept.
Splurt!— Bang!—
The assassins, frozen in shock for just a moment, had their skulls burst open once more.
“This…… is rather satisfying.”
Guan Hui lifted the corner of his mouth and shattered another boulder.
The power of his improvised attack exceeded his expectations.
It surpassed both the force and speed of the Hidden Projectiles those assassins hurled ceaselessly.
Of course, the sweeping motions required to smash rocks left his body streaked with fresh wounds, but compared to the growing number of assassins falling, the cost was negligible.
“I’ll crack every last skull open.”
The assassins’ Hidden Projectiles were finite.
But the rocks of this Group Rock Forest were endless.
If the battle continued as it was, victory was assured.
“…All of you, fall back!”
“Don’t rush him head-on. We cannot win this way.”
Recognizing the hopelessness of their position, the assassins unsheathed their Lightness Skill and withdrew.
Under the command of their leader Yan Ping, they had fought in open combat—uncharacteristic of true assassins.
But now, with their leader gone, they reverted to their true nature as killers of the Black Shadow Sect.
The death of their most skilled yet paradoxically most incompetent member had actually strengthened their fighting force.
“Spare nothing—Hidden Projectiles and poisons alike. Deploy our full strength and take them down.”
The vice-commander’s orders came in a cold, measured voice as he assessed the situation.
Shhh—
The nine surviving assassins drew Hidden Projectiles and Poison Projectiles from their robes.
“Who said I’d wait?”
Crack!—
The Crescent Moon Halberd screamed through the air, ripping away the vice-commander’s face.
Charged with tremendous bodily power, the halberd buried itself deep in the rock alongside half of the vice-commander’s ruined skull.
It was Guan Hui’s strike—unleashed despite his crippled leg.
“…You discarded your weapon to kill one man?”
At Yang Yunshang’s startled words, Guan Hui merely shrugged.
“That one had to die first if we stood any chance.”
In a chaotic melee, the most dangerous thing is a clever mind.
There’s a reason tacticians inspire such fear.
Guan Hui had decided that killing the vice-commander took priority, even if it meant losing the halberd.
“The rest can be handled with bare fists.”
“…Perhaps you should take this instead.”
Yang Yunshang handed over the last spear bound across his back.
“Do you know how to use a spear?”
“The motions should be similar enough.”
The halberd and spear were different yet kindred weapons.
They shared the Eight Fundamental Forms that form the spear’s foundation, so one who mastered either could wield the other to a reasonable degree.
“Attack now!”
“Release all Hidden Projectiles!”
With the assassins’ shout, the dark night sky suddenly wove itself into a tapestry of silver.
Hundreds of Hidden Projectiles poured down from nine assassins.
Needles, darts, ring blades, poison spikes, iron flowers—a torrent of projectiles began to rain down like a downpour.
“…This won’t be easy.”
For the first time, Guan Hui’s expression hardened into stone.
If he could deploy his Lightness Skill and evade, perhaps—
But with one leg useless, his odds of surviving that barrage seemed slim.
“Tch. You’ve done enough. Go. There’s no reason for you to die here as well.”
Guan Hui shoved Yang Yunshang away with the hand holding the spear.
Yet Yang Yunshang didn’t budge.
Instead, he fixed Guan Hui with a sharp, piercing gaze and asked.
“Earlier, I saw you mimicking the Guan Clan’s Illusory Dream Halberd. You didn’t study that unique technique formally, did you? Did you pick it up on instinct?”
“…Yes, I did.”
“I see. Then it might just be possible. No—it will be possible.”
“…?”
As confusion clouded Guan Hui’s brow, Yang Yunshang stepped forward and took his Starting Stance Form.
“There’s one way through this crisis. But I can’t do it alone. It rests with you.”
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—
White energy erupted from the blade of Yang Yunshang’s spear, and in an instant, white pear blossoms filled the air before them.
It was the Pear Blossom Spear Technique—the Yang family’s unique martial art.
“I’ll show you the Pear Blossom Spear. Mirror my movements, and you’ll break through this siege.”
Having spoken, Yang Yunshang began to move his spear in a dance-like rhythm.
“I’ll teach you the core secret.”
Yang Yunshang’s voice, wielding the spear, pierced straight into his mind.
The spearpoint vanished from sight, leaving only petals.
A thousand spear-streaks converged into a single blossom. When wind blew, the petals danced; when it stilled, they too grew quiet.
……
Guan Hui listened intently, gazing blankly at that figure before him.
The silhouette in white martial robes spun this way and that, the spear-blade tracing dizzying arcs.
Like a drunken painter sketching upon white canvas.
The spear-blade, become a brush against the night sky, illuminated the darkness and scattered pear petals in all directions.
The pear petals rebounded off silver projectiles, dancing in the wind like silk ribbons.
A beauty like gazing upon paradise itself.
Guan Hui stood rapt, eyes fixed upon that vision.
Yet what Guan Hui beheld was not the beauty of the landscape, but the beauty of Martial Arts.
Kiii—
The Hundred Meeting Point in his Upper Dantian began to accelerate anew.
The brilliance of the White Bright Star flared with unusual intensity, and suddenly the truths of Martial Arts—those that should have required decades to grasp—came crashing down upon his Upper Dantian.
The logic inherent in Martial Arts. The Starting Stance Form. The application of Blood Vessel Paths and Qi Meridians. And even the True Intention that dwelt within Martial Arts themselves.
Beneath eyes that had turned pristine white, all truth flooded into his vision,
Whoosh—
and at that same instant, projectiles began to rain down upon him from above.
The descendant of Guan Yu, standing motionless beneath that silver downpour.
“……Be careful!”
With Yang Yunshang’s urgent cry, his Flowing Cloud Spear came alive.
Swish—
Guan Hui lifted his spear.
His right leg bent as if to spring forward; his left leg stretched far behind.
The precarious balance of an almost-falling posture was held steady by the spear resting across both shoulders.
A Starting Stance Form without fixed direction, like pear petals scattered by the wind.
The Starting Stance of the Pear Blossom Spear Technique, embodying the essence of the pear blossom itself.

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