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Chapter : 20
My Fortuitous Encounter Is a Status Window (20)
Kangryong Shippaljang (Descending Dragon Eighteen Palms).
The secret ultimate technique passed down the generations within the Beggar Sect.
Unlike the sect master’s hidden Staff Technique, this palm art is taught to promising candidates likely to lead the Beggar Sect next.
Comprised of eighteen palms—mastering all eighteen is said to allow one to reach the pinnacle realm.
That peerless ascending martial art was now unfolding in Woo Myung‑gae’s hands, pressing fiercely against me.
At first, he came lightly, but his attacks grew stronger and stronger, as if he was testing where my limits lay.
I dodged desperately, simply to stay alive.
I drew up all my internal energy—my mouth tasted sweet, like blood.
Whatever his intentions, if I couldn’t dodge, I’d die all the same….
Time passed, and eventually qi condensed on Woo Myung‑gae’s hands.
Even Kanggi, hardened external qi, finally appeared.
—BOOOOOM!!
The explosive burst of Kanggi shot from his palm.
I ducked by a hair’s breadth—my back burned; the skin must have split open.
“You crazy bastard! Trying to kill me?”
He was insane.
Truly insane.
Woo Myung‑gae unleashed moves he never once used against the other trainees.
First, Kanggi.
No doubt about it. Not some faint haze—it was a solid, distinct mass of qi. It was the first time I’d ever seen it for real.
When he thrust out his palm, the small Palm Force that formed—size meant nothing. Even from distance, that terrifying pressure made one thing clear: blocking would be suicide—dodge or die.
“You really do slip around like a loach!”
Yeah, should I just stand still and die?
He was throwing Kanggi at me—was that something to joke about?
Had I not absorbed those two intermediate inner pills, I would already be dead.
Thanks to my suddenly elevated internal energy, I managed to cling to life, dodging by a hair each time.
“Let’s go with the close combat you love so much!”
Woo Myung‑gae sped forward with quick steps.
So close punches couldn’t even extend.
Close enough our noses could touch.
He was giving me this distance?
Telling me to try something?
Even a worm wriggles when stepped on…
Fine—let’s at least try landing one hit.
Linked Palms – Flowing Water.
The seventh movement of Flowing Water.
I shoved my head forward and reached for his waist, attempting a throw.
My expanded internal power made my movements blindingly fast.
Like lightning.
Even I was shocked by my speed.
“I expected that!”
“––!!”
Something hard snapped tight around my throat.
Woo Myung‑gae’s iron‑hard arm.
My head pressed against his ribs, and his arm coiled around my neck.
Don’t get forced back!
Before he tightened down, I had to lift and slam him to the floor.
Only then could I transition to a joint technique.
The moment I put strength into my waist—
My vision blurred as my throat constricted, my core strength faltering.
No! Stay awake! Hold on!
—THUD!
Barely clinging to consciousness, I slammed Woo Myung‑gae onto the ground.
Even martial masters lose strength when their lower body can’t brace. My chance was now.
“Haha! You little shit!”
He hit the floor, his choke grip loosening just slightly.
I seized the moment, grabbed at his fingers around my neck, and began to wrench them back.
A prickling chill climbed my spine!
A primal warning—if I didn’t let go NOW, something terrible would happen.
Murderous intent.
I abandoned the attack and rolled away.
—BOOOOOM!!
As expected.
Woo Myung‑gae’s heel, imbued with Kanggi, slashed through the air toward where my spine would’ve been.
Missing its target, the force obliterated the arena floor, shards spraying everywhere.
Had I failed to dodge, my backbone would’ve been splattered the same way.
The gap is too wide. This isn’t even a fair fight.
The difference in internal power.
The physical gulf.
Far too large.
Skill or clever techniques alone couldn’t bridge it.
Look at us now.
I’m fighting like a cornered animal, burning everything I have.
Woo Myung‑gae? He’s grinning—enjoying himself.
“Beggar‑junior!”
“Yes.”
Woo Myung‑gae brushed debris away with his foot and stood.
“You’ve got guts. Quick thinking. Fast judgment…”
All compliments?
Not bad… but…
There goes my plan to hide my strength. Mo Yong‑hyeon will definitely be on alert now.
“Your martial technique is lacking. If you learned an ascending art, you’d grow wings.”
“Thank you.”
An ascending art, huh?
Don’t worry.
I’ll be learning one soon.
My master probably prepared it already. Probably.
“Still gotta give you a score, right?”
“Yes, Instructor.”
“Dancheon! Twelve points!”
Twelve?
More than ten?
Hahah… welp, so much for hiding my skills.
Whatever.
Even if they prepare for me, I’ll still win.
