Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 304 : Kid?

Hearing the praise, Don finally let out a sigh of relief. "So, what's next?"

"What's next?" Apollo chuckled, glancing toward the sky with narrowed eyes. "We will deal with this person."

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The beggar had made his disciple realize something that would greatly benefit the kid in future battles.

If Apollo sparred with Don now, his disciple would be able to act appropriately—exactly what Apollo wanted him to learn.

Don's mind was very straightforward, focusing on just one thing—like punching his master's face in their previous spar. But the kid also needed to consider other factors, such as counterattacks, dodging, and coming up with strategies under pressure. Fortunately, Apollo had managed to instill this idea in Don's mind, and it was now up to him to develop it further.

Cultivation talent and fighting talent were two entirely different things. Someone with high cultivation but no fighting skill could still be defeated by a 1st-Step Foundation Building cultivator with proper preparation and killing intent.

Don also looked toward the sky, where he noticed a figure floating in the air. The figure was small, and Don could only see how its robe moved with the wind. "Who is that person, Master?" he asked, glancing at Apollo.

"Who knows," Apollo shrugged, sniffing the air. "But I smell annoyance."

"Annoyance?" Don tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"And frustration that will come from me," Apollo continued. "Or maybe helplessness—though, hopefully, this person will interest me."

Hearing more cryptic words, Don became even more confused.

The person in the sky slowly descended, seemingly aware that they were being observed.

As the figure appeared in front of them, Don's eyes widened. "A kid?... But he's already flying…"

"A kid? You are the kid here, country bumpkin," Kuo sneered, flashing a smug smile. "You should kneel before me, as this is the only time you'll see someone as handsome and strong as me on this backward continent."

"You!" Don pointed at the newcomer, gritting his teeth. "Just because you can fly doesn't mean you can act so arrogant! You're just a kid like me!"

"I told you not to call me a kid!" Kuo-Pal floated closer to Don, releasing a terrifying aura that made the atmosphere heavy and caused the space around him to churn.

Don clutched his neck, unable to breathe, his eyes wide with shock and fear as he stared at the boy floating in front of him. He… he's strong! Don realized that this boy, with a height and build similar to his own, was actually an expert.

"Hahaha, now you know you shouldn't mess with me!" Kuo laughed coldly, the fear on Don's face fueling his excitement. This was what he loved most—besides people marveling at his strength, he enjoyed watching their faces consumed by fear.

Don struggled for breath, each inhale requiring all his strength. Realizing his vulnerability, he stepped behind his master for protection from the overwhelming pressure.

"Haha, you can't hide from my strength," Kuo said, his eyes locking onto another figure—the boy in ragged robes. Though the clothes were clean, the figure resembled a beggar. "You're the one playing with him. You're disgusting."

"Who are you? And… how old are you?" Apollo asked calmly, his composed expression unfazed by the suffocating atmosphere now focused on him.

"Great question!" Kuo puffed up his chest, placing his hands behind his back. With a solemn air, he finally introduced himself. "I come from the land of greatness, where mere weaklings and country bumpkins like you will never set foot. I am Kuo-Pal from the Middle Continent, and I'm already at the 1st-Step Core Creation Stage—even though I'm only nine years old!"

"Oh?" Apollo raised an eyebrow. He stared at the kid from head to toe, recognizing that the outfit looked very familiar. It wasn't surprising that this kid with a young master complex was at the Core Creation Stage—Apollo had felt it as soon as Kuo-Pal released his Cultivation. But coupled with the information that Kuo-Pal came from the Middle Continent, anyone with common sense could deduce his identity. "You're part of the Investigation Team from the main school of the Great Serpent Cultivation School."

Kuo whistled. "Seems like you have some knowledge up there. You're right… but that doesn't mean I won't join your fun!"

Suddenly, the pressure around them increased.

The stage cracked, and the air distorted.

He's only using pressure, but it's already equivalent to a Battle Technique, Apollo thought, his face remaining calm. Despite the increased pressure, he didn't display any discomfort. His disciple, however, wasn't as fortunate. Don had already collapsed to the ground, passed out cold, unable to handle the suffocating atmosphere.

"Haha! I bet you're about to sh*t yourself ri— Wait, how come you're still standing?" Kuo raised an eyebrow, surprised that the kid before him wasn't showing any signs of strain. Normally, when he unleashed his Cultivation and focused it on someone weaker, they would immediately fall to their knees. But this beggar stood there as if the pressure was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

"Kid…" Apollo's voice trailed off as a smirk spread across his face. "You still need to drink from your mother for a few more years before you can scare me with your little trick."

"Kid? T-trick?" Kuo's eyes widened briefly before anger consumed him. "F*ck you! Don't you know who I am? I'm someone you shouldn't mess with! I can kill you right now, and no one would dare say anything!"

"Oh? Then try it." Apollo chuckled, raising his right hand and motioning for the arrogant Kuo to come at him, mimicking the way he taunted his disciple earlier.

"I'll kill you!" Kuo shouted, unable to comprehend how a country bumpkin could dare provoke him. It felt like a bug crawling under his skin—disgusting and infuriating! Without holding back, he instantly appeared in front of Apollo. Clenching his fist, he delivered a punch. "Take this!"

Apollo smirked as the world seemed to slow down. He activated his Simple Movement Technique, blending it with other Movement Techniques he'd mastered—a culmination of everything he had learned so far, though he hadn't named it yet. At the same time, he used True Hardening, a technique he always enjoyed employing whenever delivering a blow.

This version of True Hardening was far more advanced than when he first learned it. Apollo had revised and improved it countless times, often when he was bored or had free time. In fact, most of the techniques he'd learned had undergone similar refinement.

When the world resumed its normal speed, Apollo had already sidestepped to the side, his hand outstretched.

A booming sound echoed as Kuo became a blur, crashing into the platform and leaving a massive hole in his wake.