Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 227: Dancing Blade

"You’re done, kid. You’ve pissed off someone you shouldn’t have," the newcomer said, pulling out two scimitars. He spun them in his hands a few times before pointing one at the beggar. "They call me Dancing Blade. I’ve killed hundreds, including women and children, so don’t expect me to hold back just because you’re a kid."

Mahika and his mother exchanged a fearful look. This was the same man who had severely injured Mahika. They hadn’t even understood how it had happened—one moment, he was standing, and the next, he was on the ground with a gaping wound in his chest.

Mahika glanced hesitantly at his mother.

"Don’t even think about it," Yer whispered. "We should be content just to watch him get what he deserves."

Mahika could only sigh heavily. He wanted to personally finish off the kid, but the family head wanted the best man on the job.

"Do we really have to do this?" Apollo asked, cracking his knuckles. "What if I end up killing you? Would I be wrong for defending myself?"

Dancing Blade was about to answer when Aaron Callum shouted.

"Who do you think you are?! Here, I am the law! And you broke the number one rule by offending me! You’ll die here! It’s better if you don’t resist and just accept your fate!" Aaron’s eyes were wide with fury, his anger through the roof; killing the kid seemed to be the only way to satisfy him.

Apollo thought the family head was overacting. Couldn’t he control his emotions? But seeing the way Aaron glared at him with bloodshot eyes, Apollo could only sigh. Now he understood why young masters with high egos behaved as they did.

An apple doesn’t fall far from its tree, but some apples fall on people’s heads—and besides Isaac Newton, Apollo seemed to have been struck too, gaining insight into the "young master syndrome."

"Well, I wonder what will happen if Axton finds out that his Personal Disciple was kidnapped and nearly killed," Apollo threatened, mostly curious about Aaron Callum’s reaction.

"Ha! Do you think I’d believe that? A kid being a Personal Disciple? Dream on! Kill him, Dancing Blade!" Aaron Callum commanded.

"My pleasure!" Dancing Blade grinned, swinging his scimitar.

When Mahika heard the kid claim he was the Personal Disciple and even refer to the Headmaster of the Great Serpent by his first name, his anger flared. "Personal Disciple?! Just because he’s strong doesn’t mean he holds that title! Such arrogance!"

Seeing he would actually have to fight, Apollo shrugged and raised a hand in an inviting gesture. "Come at me." Explore new worlds at novelbuddy

"Oh? Not afraid, are we? Then die!" Dancing Blade shouted, using his movement technique to appear instantly in front of the kid.

Aaron Callum smiled with confidence. Dancing Blade was the strongest fighter he kept by his side, his go-to man for the dirtiest jobs. Loyal and silent, he never complained and always followed orders. That’s why the Callum Family Head valued this scimitar-wielding fighter so highly.

Apollo remained calm, as relaxed as ever. The scimitar in front of him glowed bright red, heating the air around it until it was boiling.

His opponent wore a crazed smile as the weapon drew nearer to the beggar.

Should I end this quickly? Or have some fun? Apollo thought. It was probably best to finish the fight fast, then kill everyone in the room—including the family head—before making his escape. But when he saw their confident, expectant faces waiting for his death, he decided to deal them a psychological blow instead.

With this in mind, he activated his True Hardening Technique along with another skill he’d picked up on the second floor of the Great Serpent Library.

A translucent, light-blue dome materialized in front of him, blocking Dancing Blade’s attack.

A sharp, metallic clang echoed through the room, and the onlookers stared at the kid with wide eyes.

He blocked that? Mahika was just as shocked, though he breathed a sigh of relief when the barrier shattered and the kid was thrown back by the impact.

"You’ve got some skills, kid!" Dancing Blade said, appearing in front of Apollo once more.

"And you’ve got some seriously bad breath!" Apollo retorted, covering his nose as his opponent swung at him again. Using the same technique, he formed another barrier, though it broke after a few seconds of contact. The scimitar grazed his arm, but with True Hardening activated, the wound was shallow.

Apollo was hurled backward once again. Glancing at his arm as he landed, he couldn’t help but smile. Using Refined Qi for True Hardening made the technique far stronger compared to using Unrefined Qi from his surroundings. Though he could easily dodge the attack, he chose to let it land instead.

"Ah, I wish I could personally kill him," Mahika muttered in disappointment.

Aaron, meanwhile, had settled back into his chair, watching the one-sided fight with satisfaction. He didn’t want the battle to end too soon—he wanted to savor the kid’s suffering.

Yes, he admitted he was surprised the boy was actually a cultivator, but a Personal Disciple? He’d never believe that. Perhaps his daughter had made a mistake.

Dancing Blade raised his scimitar, now smeared with Apollo’s blood, and licked it slowly.

"That’s disgusting," Apollo said, frowning as he healed his wounds.

"No, you should be honored that I taste your blood before I kill you," Dancing Blade sneered.

"Why not taste my fist instead!" Apollo shouted, dashing toward his opponent with the Simple Movement Technique.

Holding back his full strength to give them a false sense of hope, he knew that if he went all out, his opponent’s head would already be rolling on the ground.

"Take this!" Dancing Blade slashed through the air, sending countless fiery arcs toward Apollo. They moved so quickly that they surrounded him in an instant.

But just as the blazing slashes were about to slice him into pieces, Apollo suddenly vanished from his spot.

Dancing Blade’s eyes widened in disbelief. Where did he go?! A chill ran down his spine as he realized something crucial.

Turning around, Dancing Blade saw a fist coming straight for his head! Crap! He braced himself for impact, but to his surprise, the punch slowed down at the last moment. Taking advantage of the unexpected pause, Dancing Blade launched a counterattack with a cross slash. His scimitars glowed red-hot, unleashing a burning strike!

"Argh!" Apollo cried out in "pain," his body sent flying through the air, spinning a few times before landing face-first on the ground.

"That’s a solid strike!" Aaron shouted from his seat, excitement evident in his voice. It had been weeks since the Advancement Examination ended, and he hadn’t had time to watch a battle in the city’s Arena. This fight was satisfying his craving for action.

"Yes! Good!" Mahika cheered, clenching his fists. He had been shocked by the kid’s sudden speed when he appeared behind Dancing Blade, but was relieved when Dancing Blade managed to counter in time.

Mahika’s mother and the other cultivators in the room joined in with their own cheers.

However, Dancing Blade wore a frown. The kid’s speed had increased so suddenly that he could barely keep up, but at the last second, the boy slowed down. Did he use some kind of technique? he wondered.

Apollo stood up and noticed parts of his robe smoldering. He hurriedly patted them out. "You almost burned my clothes!" he shouted indignantly at his opponent.

"You’re lucky you’re still alive," Dancing Blade replied, ignoring the remark and gripping his scimitars tighter.

"It’s because I chose to be," Apollo smirked. He had used a movement technique he’d learned from the fourth floor of the Great Serpent Library called Water Phase Technique. Though he’d only mastered the beginner stage, combining it with his Simple Movement Technique had boosted his speed beyond what the scimitar wielder could perceive. Even Apollo was surprised by his own speed.

Water Phase Technique allowed him to pass through most objects, but at the beginner stage, he could only phase through thin objects. That’s why he’d maneuvered around his opponent rather than phasing directly in front to arrive behind Dancing Blade.

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He still had plenty of other techniques up his sleeve, but Apollo felt he’d shown them just enough to give them a sliver of hope.

"Bullsh*t! This time, I won’t hold back anymore!" Dancing Blade growled, releasing his full killing intent. Since the start, he had aimed to kill the kid, but his repeated failures gnawed at him.

"Me too!" Apollo replied, raising his right hand and pointing it at his opponent. The Simple Wind Sword Technique activated, and a visible, calm wind formed around his hand, appearing deceptively harmless.

Dancing Blade glanced at the wind surrounding Apollo’s hand, then locked eyes with him. "Die, kid!"

In an instant, he vanished from his spot!

But Apollo wasn’t about to let his opponent make the first move. His body blurred and disappeared just as quickly!

Aaron Callum, his sister, Mahika, and the other onlookers watched with wide eyes, though they all assumed they knew the outcome.

Who could it be other than the 2nd-Step Qi Condensation Stage cultivator, Dancing Blade?