Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 335: Disgusting
Why waste time on someone weaker when you can just kill them instantly? Unless Apollo really needed to have fun or there was something for him to gain by going easy on his opponents, which was something that only happened rarely. Furthermore, if his enemy was one of those with Young Master Syndrome, the beggar would really like to just kill them as soon as possible to prevent them from opening their mouths.
"The more they open their mouth, the more they stink," Apollo muttered as he watched Tor Callum bleed from his hollow chest on the ground. This guy was just like any other he had killed with Young Master Syndrome. They thought they were the strongest just because they were more special than normal and underestimated everyone they thought was below them. But in the face of true strength, they were nothing but a flock of chickens ready to be butchered.
Because of the dead bodies around him, the smell of blood permeated the area. But even so, none of the people on the scene bothered with the smell as they were too busy celebrating the freedom they had just achieved, and this was all thanks to the Cultivator 'kid' who had also saved them before.
People swarmed the beggar, causing Apollo to have a headache.
"Alright, alright, everyone. I understand your enthusiasm and how grateful you guys are, but this is not the time for all this thanks and…" Apollo glanced at the people kneeling on the ground and praying to him like he was a god or something. "…worshipping. Don't worship me. I'm not a god. I'm just your friendly neighborhood beggar. There's nothing special about me besides my handsome face."
"T-this is not the first time you've saved us, and we don't know how we are going to repay you. Thank you, thank you!" one of them said while tears continuously flowed down his face.
"Well, this was just an easy task, so there's no need for you to repay me," Apollo said with a chuckle before his face became serious. He had already noticed the small mound of humans stacked on top of each other on the side of the tents. He could even see young kids and women with no life in them. "We have to give them a proper burial."
Although he didn't consider himself a good person, he wasn't too cold-hearted to let these dead individuals go without a proper grave.
As his words fell, the excitement in the area dampened, and they finally came back to reality.
Looking around, they realized the cruelty they had suffered. They had lost many—young, women, and old. There was nothing they could do but let these guards bully and kill them.
Another round of crying echoed, but this time, the sadness and tears they had been holding back burst out stronger. Those who were more strong-willed bit their lips and began walking toward the pile of humans. They couldn't stand seeing them stacked on top of each other like garbage on the streets.
Apollo let out a sigh upon witnessing this scene. Life was really so fragile and unfair.
To these people, they had suffered for days in ways no normal human should experience, but the Silver Armored Guards had treated them like they weren't human at all.
And their struggle and suffering had ended because of the influence of the strong. Apollo hadn't even taken their 'problem' seriously, as he believed that with his current strength, he could save them easily.
The struggle that made them fear for each passing day was a solvable problem in just the flick of a finger for people like Apollo.
Shaking his head, the beggar walked toward the giant tent. He went inside, and what greeted his nose was the foul stench of blood. His eyes fell on the giant chair, where naked women lay dead around it.
"He is disgusting," Apollo muttered with a frown. This was too much, even for him. From what he had understood when he spread his senses to determine Tor Callum's strength, that guy focused on Strengthening Techniques that enhanced his physical power.
Unlike pure Qi Cultivation like Apollo and the others, they focus on Martial Arts, hand-to-hand combat, rather than using Qi to unleash a set of Battle Techniques.
They are also known as Body Cultivators. Some of them don't even need Qi, but those who use it do so to strengthen their physical form, not their Spirit.
One advantage of being a Body Cultivator is how strong they can get. Even a 1st-Step Foundation Building Stage Body Cultivator can defeat a Qi-Condensation Stage cultivator using only their physical strength. They have the speed to back up their strength, instantly reaching a Spirit or Qi Cultivator before they can even use their Battle Technique.
However, their disadvantage is that they don't have great defense against Qi Cultivators' Battle Techniques because of how weak their Spirit is.
Still, Body Cultivators shouldn't be underestimated, especially when they engage in s*xual acts against normal humans.
But when he recalled how weak Tor Callum was, Apollo concluded that Tor was not the real deal—a fake Body Cultivator who only knew a thing or two.
Come to think of it, if he's not a Body Cultivator, why isn't his Spirit Cultivation changing? He cultivates Qi and his Spirit—shouldn't that be what's changing? Is Physique Cultivation not the same as Body Cultivation? Or do Body Cultivation and Qi Cultivation both fall under Physique Cultivation? Then what is Spirit Cultivation in his Status Screen?
There seemed to be some confusion about what Apollo had learned inside the Library of the Great Serpent Cultivation School.
Better ask the System later, Apollo thought as his eyes landed on a woman standing in front of the chair.
The strap of her dirty blouse fell over her shoulders, barely holding her clothes. She reached out her hands and fixed her straps. Then, as she turned around, the beggar saw the tears falling from her eyes.
"A-all of them are dead," Rachel said, her voice trembling and choking. "Why?"
"You met a strong person," Apollo said truthfully. "A strong person with ill intentions who only wanted to do whatever they wanted without caring about the feelings of the weak."
It was the obvious truth, and the young woman in front of him should realize that in this world, the strong will always reign supreme. And Apollo's Disciples should also know that.
Apollo had already decided that he would take as many Disciples as he could from this settlement, as all of them had already experienced the cruelty of the world. He had already noticed that most of them had the fire to work their way up to face whatever was going to be thrown at them. However, he would focus more on the young, as he didn't want to have an old disciple—it wouldn't fit the image of the Beggar Sect in his mind.
"Strong…" Rachel repeated before looking down and going quiet. A storm of thoughts ran through her mind, and her knuckles had already turned white from how hard she clenched them. Then, she looked up at the beggar with fiery determination. "I know you defeated them. Please, I want to be strong!"
