Beggar Cultivation System

The guards under the still-alive Callum watched with a smile as one of them stepped on the kid's head.

If this guard decided to put more pressure, the kid's head would be crushed.

The people from SlumStreet couldn't bear to watch, and those who tried to get up to save him were punched back to the ground.

One, two, three… Apollo counted the number of silver-armored guards in the area before his eyes fell on the giant tent.

Fifteen, including their captain, the beggar thought. The strongest is only at the 1st-Step Qi Condensation Stage. Such a weak force—there's no need for me to hide.

Besides, the Callum Family was gone, and these guards had committed a sin worthy of execution. Why not become the executioner, then?

Furthermore, if he waited any longer, the young woman inside the tent was going to die—Apollo could sense that the captain was already approaching her.

With this in mind, Apollo appeared behind the guard stepping on the kid. Then, he turned off his Hydra Mirage.

"You people are ants! Playthings! And those who disobey us will die! Starting with this little one!" the guard shouted, his voice and eyes tinted with great killing intent. He raised his foot, preparing to crush the kid's head.

However, before he could bring it down, exclamations erupted from both his companions and the slum people alike.

"Wh-who's he?"

"A kid?"

"Is that another beggar? Another Big Foe?"

Seeing their confusion, the guard couldn't help but ask, "What are you guys babbling about?"

"Behind you, Big Foe! A beggar appeared out of nowhere!"

"Out of nowhere?" Big Foe repeated in confusion. Still, he turned around to look, and sure enough, a kid had appeared behind him without him noticing. A deep frown crept onto his face. "Kid, how did you get there? I see, you want to be beaten up first. Let me fulfill your wish!"

"Really? Is this what you're going to do? You're not even going to act vigilant when someone appears silently behind your back? Fool. A big fool hiding behind a piece of metal," Apollo said, shaking his head in 'disappointment.'

Since every silver-armored guard was at least a 1st-Step Foundation Building Stage Cultivator, they heard the beggar's words loud and clear.

They were stunned at first—then, their faces twisted in anger.

"What did you just say?!" Big Foe shouted, his face red with rage.

"You heard me, or did you go deaf from how d*mb you are?" Apollo asked with a chuckle, though his expression didn't change one bit—cold as ice.

"Let's kill that kid!" one of the silver-armored guards roared, and soon enough, the others followed suit.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Big Foe raised a hand, and the guards went silent. He kicked the kid on the ground to the side before stepping closer to Apollo.

"What's your name?"

"Yoma," Apollo said, a smirk forming on his face.

"Yoma, you have the gu—"

Big Foe couldn't finish his sentence as the beggar interrupted him.

"Yomama is a wh*re," Apollo said, and the moment his voice fell, the entire place went silent—even the SlumStreet people stared at him with wide eyes.

"Ahh! I'm going to f*cking kill you!" Big Foe finally snapped.

He mobilized his Qi, and his strength doubled—a common Battle Technique that guards knew. But this strength was enough to crush any normal person into smithereens!

"Mediocre," Apollo muttered as he let the fist get close to him.

When he was about to get hit, he casually sidestepped to the side.

"What?!" The guards were surprised and shocked that a mere kid could dodge a 1st-Step Foundation Building Stage attack!

Big Foe's mouth opened, but before he could think further, he heard what seemed like a quiet explosion, followed by sharp pain in his stomach. He slowly looked down and saw that his entire stomach had a hole, with smoke still rising around the wound.

"Oh," he uttered, though that was the last word he would ever say in this life as he fell to the ground, blood erupting from his hollow stomach.

Apollo blew his pointed finger like it was a gun. "Miniature Fire Blast is cool."

Having missed his previous life, the beggar decided to revise some of his techniques to resemble the weapons from his past. Revising the Fire Blast to look like a gun was very simple—all he had to do was change the shape and make the force concentrated. But it seemed like he had overdone it, as the hole in Big Foe's stomach was quite large.

"I'll fix this later," Apollo muttered while pointing his gun-shaped fingers at the silver-armored guards around him.

By now, they had finally come back to their senses after witnessing the sudden death of their companion.

No one knew what had just happened, as it came so fast. All they heard was the sound of a small 'explosion,' and before they knew it, Big Foe had a hollow stomach.

The guards looked at each other, unsure of what to do, as even a fool would know that this kid had just done something!

"F*ck it! Why are we afraid? Let's kill that kid!" one of them shouted.

"Yeah! He caught Big Foe off guard with his petty tricks!"

"Let's kill him!"

"He's only one, and he's just a kid! There are at least ten of us here!"

"Oh? Then come at me!" Apollo shouted back, sparks appearing at the tip of his finger before congregating into a bullet-shaped fire.

When they saw this, they realized that the kid was actually a Cultivator!

"We have to be careful! But we have the advantage in numbers!" they shouted as they surrounded the beggar.

The SlumStreet people, on the other hand, moved away from the commotion, but no one dared to run, knowing they couldn't outrun them.

Apollo smiled. Really a fool. I wonder how they managed to live to this day, he thought with a sigh. "Come at me then. You guys are right—you have the advantage in numbers. What can a weak Cultivator like me do?"

Kill all of you, of course.

"Kill the kid!"

"Let's go!"

The silver-armored guards shouted as they all lunged at the beggar with their weapons. Although their opponent was just a kid, they still decided to fight at the same time, as they didn't know Apollo's real abilities.

For the first time, the beggar felt like they were being smart. But their intelligence only came once in a blue moon, and right now, it had come too late.

Raising his other hand in a gun shape, Apollo created another Fire Blast Bullet.

"Die."

With two bangs, the bullets bolted toward the enemies! However, this was not the end, as more Fire Blast Bullets materialized before piercing the silver-armored guards!