Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 290 : Cancelling her Technique

Lily narrowed her eyes as a confident smile crossed her face. The killing intent radiating from her grew stronger.

She recalled the moment she received the news of becoming the Personal Disciple. Her feelings had been complicated.

She felt happy that she had finally achieved her dream. But when she learned the position was given to her only because the previous Personal Disciple relinquished it, she felt deeply humiliated.

It was as if someone had thrown her scraps, and she had no choice but to eat them because she was starving—starving for her dream.

Now, as the Personal Disciple, she was determined to find the person who "fed" her those scraps and prove she was no longer someone surviving on the leftovers of others.

The surrounding Qi churned violently as she unleashed her signature technique, the Water Blade Disintegration Technique.

Water droplets materialized around them, their numbers reaching into the thousands. Yet Lily wasn't finished. She infused her Refined Qi into the technique, amplifying its strength.

The droplets vibrated and transformed into razor-sharp water blades, each resembling a gleaming mirror.

Compared to their previous battle, the power of this technique was far greater. The air around the blades rippled, almost as if it feared this overwhelming phenomenon.

"Since refining this technique, its strength has nearly tripled. You won't be able to break or stop it so easily," Lily said, pride flickering in her gaze as she admired her creation.

"Blah, blah, blah," Apollo scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Why don't you stop running your mouth and just start? You're wasting my precious time."

The beggar's dismissive words left Lily momentarily stunned. Then, anger flared in her eyes.

"Kill him," her master said coldly from the sidelines, her expression betraying her own sense of insult.

"I will, Master," Lily replied. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand and pointed at Apollo. "Die!"

With a clench of her fist, the Water Blade Disintegration Technique let out a high-pitched screech.

You're fcking dead,* Lily thought, her eyes glinting coldly. She could already envision Apollo's blood spurting, his body sliced into a thousand pieces.

This fight wasn't even serious for her—it was simply a means to silence the "demon" in her heart that had haunted her ever since her defeat by the previous Personal Disciple.

However, what happened next left her utterly stunned.

The water blades became a blur as they shot toward Apollo. But with a casual wave of his hand, the blades froze mid-air.

A heavy silence fell over the battlefield.

"What?!" Lily shouted, her voice a mix of disbelief and rage.

Apollo smirked in her direction before turning his attention to the nearest water blade.

He approached it, observing the suspended blade up close.

So I can do this too, Apollo thought.

At first, he had intended to replicate what Nathan Kleinford had done to him during their sparring match.

Nathan had managed to cancel Apollo's technique before it fully formed by disrupting the Qi pattern used to create it. Nathan achieved this by interfering with the surrounding Qi—a feat that even Apollo could perform. However, applying it to neutralize a fully formed technique had seemed impossible.

Using that sparring session as inspiration, Apollo extended his senses to envelop the water droplets, preventing them from forming properly. But the moment his senses touched the Water Blade Disintegration Technique, he felt an entirely new sensation.

It was as if he were holding a slippery fish, reminiscent of the feeling he'd had when playing with sea creatures in the ocean.

Although the "fish" seemed gentle, there was a lurking violence within it, as though it could lash out at any moment.

Apollo waited. He waited to scare away these 'fishes.' Using the principles Nathan had used to stop techniques from forming, he added his own twist: commanding water.

By altering a small pattern in the technique hurtling toward him and spreading his senses to command the water blades to stop, he created this mind-blowing scene.

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The benefits of achieving the beginner stage of the Great Serpent Ascendant Technique were truly remarkable. He hadn't even activated the technique fully, relying solely on its 'passive' abilities.

With another wave of his hand, the water blades suspended in the air splashed harmlessly to the ground.

"No… no… this can't be!" Lily shouted, her eyes wide with disbelief. She raised her hands again to launch the same attack, but this time, Apollo didn't let her continue her nonsense. The water droplets couldn't even form.

"Now, now," Apollo said, walking slowly toward them, his face serious as an oppressive aura radiated from his body. "Scram. You don't want to mess with me, kid."

"Kid?!" Lily laughed—a laugh that quickly twisted into a cry of despair. She couldn't believe it. Desperate, she attempted her signature technique for the third time, but once again, the beggar casually waved his hand, and the technique dissolved into nothing.

"No! I can't believe this! How?! NO!" she screamed, her voice tinged with hysteria.

Apollo sighed at her outburst. This btch has gone crazy. It was really a bad idea to give her the position.*

"Don't blame me for what I'm about to do," he said, shaking his head.

Raising his hand, Apollo conjured his own Water Blade Disintegration Technique. Compared to Lily's, each of his water blades stood at least three meters tall, their numbers covering the entire south beach.

The spectacle left Lily staring blankly at the air. Her face was devoid of emotion, but tears began to well up in her eyes.

Pointing his hand in their direction, Apollo's killing intent surged forth. He wasn't going to hold back. He despised scenarios where people with 'young master syndrome' sought him out just to stroke their egos.

And Apollo believed in gender equality. Lily could expect the same treatment he gave to any man.

As he was about to clench his hand and obliterate their faces, Lily's master raised her hand.

"We surrender. You win, and we will never bother you again," she said, her voice devoid of emotion but tinged with a hint of surprise.

Still pointing his hand at them, Apollo asked, "Are you sure? Because there's no third time. I might even pay her a visit, just like I did to her family, if she pisses me off again."

"You… you're the culprit?" Lily's master asked, shock flickering across her face.

Hearing Apollo's words, Lily visibly stiffened. She slowly looked up, her eyes shaking with fear. "You killed th—"

Her words were cut off as her master shot her a glare.

"Yes, I am the culprit. What about it?" Apollo shrugged before his tone turned cold. "Don't break your word."

"We won't," Lily's master replied firmly.

Soon after, the two left with their mounts, their defeat etched into their expressions.

Apollo shook his head before turning to Bluetooth, who had fallen asleep, completely unaffected by the recent events. "This guy is really carefree."

"Bluetooth, let's go!" Apollo shouted. The water-attributed falcon woke up with a yawn, then stretched lazily as the two of them headed toward the portal.

Bluetooth shrieked at the sky, unable to contain his excitement as he jumped around.

"Haha, you're really excited," Apollo said, scratching the bird's neck. "Alright, you go first."

Bluetooth playfully bumped his head against the beggar's face before leaping into the portal. Apollo followed closely behind him.

Silence fell over the south exit of the Great Serpent Cultivation School, but it only lasted for a moment. Soon, heads popped out from the trees in the distance.

They belonged to the Martial Students, who were on their way to complete missions outside the school but had stumbled upon the scene of Lily Callum fighting the previous Personal Disciple.

Recognizing Apollo's distinct height and figure, the Martial Students immediately identified him as the former Personal Disciple.

They exchanged shocked glances.

"The previous Personal Disciple is so strong!"

"Lily couldn't even form her technique against him!"

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When Apollo and his mount emerged outside the Great Serpent Cultivation School, Bluetooth immediately spread his wings and soared into the air.

"Is this his first time outside?" Apollo muttered, speechless. He let the water-attributed falcon enjoy himself for a while before calling him back with a whistle.

Bluetooth landed gracefully in front of him, the gust of wind from his wings causing Apollo's hair and clothes to flap wildly.

"Let's head back to my place. I'll introduce you to your new friends," Apollo said with a smile, jumping onto the falcon's back.

The water-attributed falcon let out a shriek of excitement. With a powerful flap of his wings, they soared into the sky.

The bright sun bathed them in its light. Apollo gripped the bird's feathers to guide their direction. As they flew, his gaze wandered to the city below.

The streets appeared the same as always, as though the terrifying event that had shaken everyone not long ago was nothing more than a bad dream.

Hundreds had died, especially those who fought on the frontlines. Reflecting on this, Apollo's eyes turned toward the horizon—beyond the walls and over the distant mountains.

He knew this was only the beginning. There was no way Klown was the only person with such a twisted mind. Drawing on the countless movies and novels he'd seen in his previous life, Apollo understood there was always more beneath the surface.

The beggar wouldn't be surprised if another villain emerged to disrupt his peaceful cultivation and challenge his journey to become the strongest in this world.