Beggar Cultivation System

Apparently, there were more rooms than Apollo had counted. Well, it wasn't surprising since he hadn't counted them exactly and just estimated their number.

After the participants on the two-football-field-sized platform finished their fight, someone Apollo knew finally came up on stage. It was Gail, fighting against another woman whose body made the male audience rise from their seats. Something else also rose, but it was better to leave it at that.

Apollo looked at Gail, then at her opponent. It was like watching a top student going up against the "b*tch" of the school. Gail wore simple but elegant attire—a dress that didn't hinder her movement. Combined with her bun hairstyle and glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, she radiated an aura of solemnity.

Her opponent, on the other hand, wore a tight-fitting suit embroidered with flowers, with the middle revealing her two ample mounds, seemingly on the verge of bursting from her clothes. As she walked across the stage, her perky bottom moved, causing the male audience to erupt with shouts and whistles.

Apollo wasn't interested in any of that; he was too "young" to think about such disgusting matters... right? Well, if it had been his previous life and he were in his twenties, he might have been among the males, secretly cheering at the sight. Of course, he would have made sure no one knew it was him.

The Referee raised his hand and commenced the fight. The moment his words fell, Apollo leaned back in his chair and didn't watch the battle.

He didn't need to because it ended the moment his back hit the chair.

Silence lingered in the stadium, and even after the winner had left the stage, the crowd didn't utter a word. The male's "goddess," however, remained on the platform, clutching her stomach and coughing up blood.

Suddenly, laughter echoed, and they turned toward a floating platform to see a man with short black hair, wearing a black Hanfu, laughing out loud.

Apollo also turned in that direction and somewhat guessed who this person was. Gail worked for Filly, and from what he knew, Filly's family was like Bel's and the Leone's. That's probably the Head, he thought.

It didn't take long for the audience to come back to life as the women started cheering, compared to the men, who were silent at first.

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"You trained a monster," Mathias chuckled as Nathan stood beside him while the Headmasters were on the other side. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

"Hahaha," Nathan laughed for a while. "No, she is simply talented. If she hadn't held back, she could have killed her opponent."

"One also needs hard work; talent is not enough," Mathias said, taking a sip from the glass in his hand.

"That is true, but she was born to be a killer, and all I did was push her into the pit," Nathan replied with a satisfied smile.

"A pit she won't be able to climb out of," Mathias said, giving a sideways glance at the Kleinford head.

"Once I'm gone, she's the only one capable of being the family's spear," Nathan said, his eyes turning melancholy for a moment before becoming cold. "You know, Leone is gone—the family with Core Creation, just like you—but they have become nothing but a memory. If someone of their strength can suddenly disappear overnight, what's more for someone like me?"

Hearing this, Mathias also became serious.@@novelbin@@

The fall of the Leone family was a shocking event that greatly alarmed the other families, especially Kleinford and Helflick, who had close ties with the Leone. However, as expected of the wolf in disguise, they immediately went for the remaining assets, leaving the Leone with almost nothing. Even their mansion was gone, confiscated by the City.

Mathias glanced at the families on the platform, merrily talking and eating with each other. Some of them actively took part in seizing the remaining businesses, while the others only watched.

His family and the Kleinford tried to stop some of them, but they remained adamant. Mathias didn't use his Core Creation strength out of respect and relied only on laws and agreements. But he ended up "defeated." In the end, the remnants of the Leone family didn't stand a chance.

Mathias waved his hand slightly, and they were covered by an invisible film. "It's impossible for the perpetrator to be acting alone."

"I know," Nathan nodded. "It's them. It's the only logical explanation."

"They are willing to break the balance," Mathias commented, a cold smile appearing on his face. "But I won't let them."

"Oh? Is that why you said those words to the Headmasters?" Nathan's eyes widened in understanding.

Mathias didn't answer and just stared at his friend. He waved his hand again, and the invisible film disappeared. "It's always better to be prepared. Who knows? We might experience what happened to Leone that night."

"Haha, that man who killed the Head... I wonder who he is," Nathan chuckled, his eyes landing on the new participants on stage. "Oh, it's your daughter."

Hearing this, Mathias immediately turned to the platform and saw his daughter picking up a broadsword on the side, while her opponent was already waiting for her.

"How many seconds do you think it will take for her to defeat her opponent?" Nathan asked, his tone challenging the Core Creation beside him.

"A minute," Mathias said.

"Only a minute? Gail is faster, then," Nathan said proudly.

"Bel is not like the killer you trained," Mathias shook his head. "She respects her opponents—unless they do something to offend her. Bel will also hold back significantly in order to learn."

"Learn? What's left to learn when your opponent is weaker than you?" Nathan said. "If you can defeat someone, don't beat around the bush; just defeat them."

"You are right, but Bel is different. She isn't the type to hastily end a fight unless it's necessary," Mathias explained.

Nathan didn't say much and just shrugged his shoulders. People fight differently, and not everyone has the same fighting style. Unless they have a master who engraves their own teachings and knowledge, habits and interests will develop, creating their own styles.

As soon as the fight started, Bel's opponent immediately dashed toward her. With sword in hand, Bel maintained her composure and let her opponent attack while she either defended or dodged.

A minute passed, and Bel's wooden broadsword shone brightly, sending her opponent rolling across the platform before falling off it. It was a calculated move that didn't injure her opponent much. Compared to when she battered an opponent who disgusted her, the approach she just took was very gentle.