Chapter: 1832
�Do you really want to join the Golden Heaven Society? If you do, then you should know that you will just end up as their plaything.��
�What do you know?!�
Tang Ik-gi burst out in anger.
Because Tang Ik-gi�s attention was solely focused on Pyo-wol, busy glaring at him, he failed to see it. The fact that Eun Yujeong was smiling right behind him.�
Just as Pyo-wol had anticipated, she was enjoying the current situation.
More precisely, she was enjoying her power and authority.
But Tang Ik-gi remained oblivious to her schemes.�
He was like a worker bee feeling a sense of superiority as he had the queen bee�s attention on him. Furthermore, as someone who is not yet fully integrated into the swarm, he strived to appear impressive in front of her.�
And it wasn�t just Tang Ik-gi.�
The others were ready to jump in as well.
Only Zhao Yiguang and Bok Hojin managed to maintain a calm expression as they observed.
�Eek!�
Tang Ik-gi suddenly swung his palm open.
His palm was now stained red.
Three Yang Divine Palm.1
It was a martial art technique of the Tang clan. However, its true essence had disappeared, leaving only an empty shell.
As a result, the power behind the technique was less than a third of its original strength. Nonetheless, it would still be difficult to find an opponent on the shores of Lake Tai who can handle the technique upfront.
That was why Tang Ik-gi was naturally confident that he would be able to inflict significant damage on Pyo-wol.
Pwook!
However, the moment intense pain surged through his shoulder and collarbone, Tang Ik-gi realized something had gone wrong.
�Keugh!�
A groan escaped his mouth.
Pyo-wol�s index finger deeply embedded itself in Tang Ik-gi�s shoulder.
Pyo-wol�s finger had pierced through Tang Ik-gi�s shoulder like a dagger.
Tang Ik-gi�s eyes widened in pain, unable to continue unleashing his technique, the Three Yang Divine Palm. Furthermore, the pain not only seemed to paralyze his body but as well as his head.
���.�
Silence descended on the floor.�
The young skilled members of the Golden Heaven Society could only stare at Pyo-wol�s fingers with their mouths tightly shut.
They hadn�t expected Pyo-wol to possess such formidable martial arts skills.
Penetrating a martial artist�s muscles with a sharp blade already proved to be difficult, let alone twisting them like tofu with a blunt finger. JrNovels.com
�What do you know?!�
Tang Ik-gi burst out in anger.
Because Tang Ik-gi�s attention was solely focused on Pyo-wol, busy glaring at him, he failed to see it. The fact that Eun Yujeong was smiling right behind him.�
Just as Pyo-wol had anticipated, she was enjoying the current situation.
More precisely, she was enjoying her power and authority.
But Tang Ik-gi remained oblivious to her schemes.�
He was like a worker bee feeling a sense of superiority as he had the queen bee�s attention on him. Furthermore, as someone who is not yet fully integrated into the swarm, he strived to appear impressive in front of her.�
And it wasn�t just Tang Ik-gi.�
The others were ready to jump in as well.
Only Zhao Yiguang and Bok Hojin managed to maintain a calm expression as they observed.
�Eek!�
Tang Ik-gi suddenly swung his palm open.
His palm was now stained red.
Three Yang Divine Palm.1
It was a martial art technique of the Tang clan. However, its true essence had disappeared, leaving only an empty shell.
As a result, the power behind the technique was less than a third of its original strength. Nonetheless, it would still be difficult to find an opponent on the shores of Lake Tai who can handle the technique upfront.
That was why Tang Ik-gi was naturally confident that he would be able to inflict significant damage on Pyo-wol.
Pwook!
However, the moment intense pain surged through his shoulder and collarbone, Tang Ik-gi realized something had gone wrong.
�Keugh!�
A groan escaped his mouth.
Pyo-wol�s index finger deeply embedded itself in Tang Ik-gi�s shoulder.
Pyo-wol�s finger had pierced through Tang Ik-gi�s shoulder like a dagger.
Tang Ik-gi�s eyes widened in pain, unable to continue unleashing his technique, the Three Yang Divine Palm. Furthermore, the pain not only seemed to paralyze his body but as well as his head.
���.�
Silence descended on the floor.�
The young skilled members of the Golden Heaven Society could only stare at Pyo-wol�s fingers with their mouths tightly shut.
They hadn�t expected Pyo-wol to possess such formidable martial arts skills.
Penetrating a martial artist�s muscles with a sharp blade already proved to be difficult, let alone twisting them like tofu with a blunt finger. JrNovels.com
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