Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 92: The Stolen(Part-2)

Seeing the chaos erupting around him, Apollo couldn’t help but sigh. I knew it. Once someone starts, others will follow. Yohan’s idea of eliminating other participants early had spread through the crowd. Shouts, curses, and flashes of special effects filled the air as various techniques were unleashed, each one making Apollo look on with envy.

In the end, he had no choice but to quicken his pace up the stairs.

There were others like him who decided to finish the first test as quickly as possible, leaving the chaotic crowd behind.

Turning to take a look, Apollo noticed something unusual and raised an eyebrow. He saw a few individuals kicking, punching, and throwing other participants before stepping back and watching the fights. What was strange was that each of them was a cultivator at the 1st-Step Qi Condensation stage.

"Do I have to deal with them too?" Apollo muttered incredulously. There were at least twelve of them with the same cultivation level. If he had to fight them before even reaching Arke, he would likely face his first punishment.

Please no, Apollo thought, shivering at the memory of those intense lightning strikes. He continued watching for a bit, then noticed something odd about their movements.

They seemed to be waiting for something before making a move, and they weren’t attacking each other. He also noticed some of them exchanging glances from time to time.

What are they doing? Apollo tilted his head in confusion. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t figure it out. It seems like I’m missing something… The beggar shook his head and decided to set the matter aside for now.

As he continued his way up the mountain, he passed by some struggling martial students who had chosen not to fight. They could only smile bitterly, knowing they had reached their limits. Some gave up and just sat on the stairs.

This is how life is; not everything goes your way.

Apollo went past them, his eyes fixed on the top of the mountain. He hadn’t even reached halfway yet, and it would probably take two more hours or so before he arrived at the summit.

"I still can’t feel it," Apollo sighed. The pressure he had been expecting didn’t materialize, even though he had already taken hundreds of steps. Will I only feel it after a thousand steps? The beggar thought, feeling a bit smug. Maybe the first exam is about the handsomeness and prettiness of an individual—if one is ugly, they feel the gravity increase, he thought with a smirk.

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"You’re the first," Master Popo said to the martial student who had arrived. His legs were wide open, and his left hand held a tobacco pipe.

"I didn’t feel a thing," Arke said, an arrogant smile on his face.

"Oh, really?" Master Popo asked with a smirk. He could see that Arke’s face was slightly sweaty and his breathing somewhat heavy.

"Of course," Arke replied. Because the instructor was sitting with his legs wide open, Arke couldn’t help but glance downward, which he immediately regretted, making him look straight ahead instead.

"Then go on," Master Popo waved his right hand.

"No, I’ll stay," Arke said, standing behind the instructor. "I want to watch."

Hearing this, Master Popo just shrugged his shoulders. "Up to you then."

Arke looked at the participants walking up the stairs. His eyes paused on Bel for a moment, who was casually talking with her friends, before he looked for someone else. That beggar didn’t show up. He probably got scared. Thinking about this, Arke sighed. It would have been better if he had attended so I could kill two birds with one stone.

But seeing this first exam, I knew that beggar wouldn’t even be able to take three steps. But it doesn’t matter. I can just find him later on to continue my plan.

His gaze then returned to Bel. His other mission was to kill her later in the exam, specifically during the battle exam. At first, he was worried that once he killed her, he’d have to run for his life. But two days ago, Holst came back to discuss the details of the plan. Apparently, once he "accidentally" killed her and that b*tch’s father tried to attack him, the butler would protect him.

This guaranteed his safety, relieving him of his worries.

As his eyes turned cold, thinking about that woman’s face in anguish as her life faded, Bel, who he was looking at, turned in his direction. She smiled as well, though it was filled with mockery and belittlement.

Haha, just you wait. Later on, you won’t even be able to smile, Arke thought.

"If you keep letting out your killing intent, I will burn you to ashes," Master Popo said coldly, a threatening aura emanating from him.

"M-my bad," Arke quickly apologized, his body shivering from the intensity of the Headmaster of the Fire Shrine Cultivation School. He had forgotten that the instructor was the headmaster of one of the strongest martial schools in the city. But who could blame him? What kind of headmaster would show his birdie to his audience?

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Two hours later.

Apollo finally arrived at the very top of the mountain. The sun was still up, but it was only an hour away from kissing the horizon.

"In the end, I didn’t feel a thing," Apollo muttered, a bit disappointed. There were still participants below who were trying their hardest to reach the top. Heck, there was a cultivator one last step away from finishing the first test, but he couldn’t even lift his foot anymore!

The beggar glanced back at the martial student, whose face was full of veins, his teeth gritted so hard that his mouth was full of blood. He had even gathered some fans on the sidelines who were cheering him on to take that final step.

Apollo also wanted to see the man succeed; he felt great admiration for the guy’s determination.

"You can do it!"

"Come on!"

"Just one more step and your dream will come true!"

Hearing the shouts of encouragement from people he didn’t know but who still believed in him, the martial student screamed at the top of his lungs while lifting his right foot onto the last step!

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Apollo clenched his fist, and finally, with one last struggle, the man managed to put both feet on the final step!

"He did it!"

"Whoa! That’s great, man!"

"I… did it…" the martial student said, blood dripping to the ground. He raised his hand and clenched it. "I did… it!"

The fans and even Apollo were about to cheer when suddenly, the man’s eyes rolled back and he fell backward. As the sound of him crashing echoed, Apollo and the others sighed simultaneously.

"That’s a pity."

"F*ck! I wasted my saliva for nothing!"