Beggar Cultivation System

"Hey, why so aggressive?" Apollo raised both hands, as if to show he didn't come to fight. "Can you tell me your name?"

"I have long since forgotten my real name," the six-foot-tall man replied. "But Our Savior has given me a new name, one I'm not worthy of. He calls me Seven. You can call me Seven."

"Seven?" The beggar recognized immediately that this person was one of The Seven, a mysterious group known to only a few. "So, you're part of them. Is there someone in your group named Six?"

Seven stopped in his tracks, and the red smoke around him faltered as he asked in surprise, "You know my brother Six?"

"Of course! I even know your other siblings—Five, Four, Three, Two, and even One!" Apollo said, puffing out his chest with a confident smile. But deep down, he was thinking how clueless this guy was.

Was he inside when common sense was raining?

"But that's impossible," Seven replied, frowning. "We never revealed our names to anyone."

You just did, motherf*cker! Apollo thought as his face twitched. Coughing to regain composure, he looked seriously at Seven. "I'm your friend. So tell me where the Mayor is. Don't worry, we'll have a drink later—it's on me!"

Seven went silent, his confusion shifting to extreme coldness as killing intent filled his gaze and thick red smoke poured from his body.

Apollo realized that calling Klown "Mayor" had blown his bluff. "Actually, I meant Our Savior. Yep, that's right."

"You're an outsider—you're one of them," Seven said, his black eyes churning. "I have been waiting for you."

"Thanks?" Apollo replied, lowering his stance. Seeing Seven advancing, he knew he couldn't fool the clueless anymore.

"You will die here, and we alone will be saved!" Seven shouted, his voice echoing through the hall. Raising his hand, the red smoke formed into a deep red spear. With a swift step, he appeared instantly before the beggar.

Seven slashed with his weapon, creating a long, red blade that seemed to slice the outsider in half. The strike continued until it hit a barrier that materialized beside the wall.

But instead of blood, the beggar turned into a puddle of water that splashed to the ground.

Without hesitation, Seven turned and started chasing him.

"Why don't you calm down, and let's talk this out?!" Apollo shouted as a white light flashed, summoning a wooden training sword in his right hand. He covered the weapon with the Simple Wind Sword Technique and blocked the attack. Their blades clashed, unleashing a burst of wind and red energy. "If my Talk No Jutsu won't work on you, then prepare for the consequences!"

The beggar shouted, pressing forward with more strength, but the spear before him didn't budge.

"Alright, you're strong," Apollo admitted, lowering his body as the spear swept past his head. He then blasted his opponent's lower body with a Fire Blast. The explosion threw Apollo back, sending him rolling across the floor a few times before he managed to stop.

He hurriedly stood up, staring at his opponent.

Seven stood still, his black and gold hanfu robe flapping from the force of the explosion, yet he remained unscathed—even his outfit was untouched.

The beggar narrowed his eyes at the red smoke surrounding his opponent as it reformed into a spear.

Seven pointed his weapon at the beggar and began to whisper; though quiet, Apollo heard it clearly.

"I will not let you!" Apollo declared, raising his hand as countless water droplets appeared around them. In the next second, the droplets churned and transformed into thin, glass-like water blades. Before his opponent could finish, the beggar clenched his fist, and the water blades shot toward Seven!

Only a fool would let their enemy prepare for an attack.

But as if expecting this, Seven completed his incantation, and the spear vibrated, releasing a fast-moving red ball of energy! Read latest stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Apollo's eyes widened as the red ball was only a few feet from him! He sensed that taking it head-on would end badly.

He had to dodge. With that thought, his feet glowed with a light blue aura, and, like a snake, he evaded the attack with a swift, strange movement.

This was the Serpent Feet Technique, a move he learned on the fourth floor of the Great Serpent Cultivation Library. Usually, he paired it with the Simple Movement Technique, but needing quick, flexible dodging, he relied solely on this technique—which proved effective as the red energy missed him.

Apollo didn't waste a second, seeing that Seven had to defend himself from the water blades after firing his energy.

The spear transformed into red smoke, covering Seven's body. Seeing the beggar closing in, Seven released more smoke, erupting around him until the area was blanketed in red.

Apollo hurriedly leaped back, unable to see his opponent; the spot he had just occupied exploded, scattering some of the red smoke.

"D*mn, this'll be tough," he muttered, realizing his situation. The smoke hindered him from sensing Seven's position.

"I am one of the Seven! Blessed with strength beyond your understanding," Seven's voice echoed from all directions. "I rely not on Qi, but on Our Savior! My faith empowers me!"

I knew it, Apollo thought, having noticed in their previous exchanges that he was the only one drawing on Unrefined Qi.

"Why not show yourself? Afraid? Don't tell me your Savior picked a coward as his subordinate?" Apollo taunted. In response, a spear shot toward his neck.

Apollo leaned back, feeling the blade graze his skin. Using his movement technique, he leapt back.

"You're the one who should be afraid!" Seven shouted. "I will watch as dread consumes you. I will savor your hopelessness and watch you slowly die!"

"Hey, enough talk—show me!" Apollo shouted back, raising an eyebrow.

"You may be confident, but it won't last," Seven sneered as his body emerged from the churning red smoke.

"I think it will last," Apollo said as he began to gather the surrounding Qi. He knew that Unrefined Qi is weaker compared to the Refined Qi below his navel, but the beggar doesn't want to use his Refined Qi, unless it was necessary.

"You will regret what you're doing," Seven said as smirk formed on his lips.

Seeing how confident his opponent was, Apollo couldn't help but think that Seven has prepared something.