Beggar Cultivation System

Gail walked toward the platform, the shouts from the audience ringing in her ears, but all she could focus on was the person walking toward the stage from the other side.

It was the mysterious figure, covered from head to toe in a black robe with a white mask that obscured his entire face.

Just like the small masked man, Can Deez, her opponent was also an Outsider who had received an Invitation by other means.

The two jumped onto the stage, taking their positions at opposite ends of the two-football-field-wide platform, their eyes locked on each other while the Referee stood between them.

"If you have any real weapons, take them out now," the Referee said. "You can also choose any wooden weapon from the racks."

Gail approached the weapon rack and selected two short swords, while the mysterious figure shook his head at the Referee. After returning to her spot, Gail held one short sword in a reverse grip and positioned the other in front of her, below her eyes, staring intently at her opponent.

A cold, merciless aura radiated from her. Unlike before, when she would only prepare to attack once the fight had begun, this time she readied herself early—evidence of her determination to win. But part of that resolve stemmed from knowing that her opponent was no pushover.

Recalling the mysterious man's previous fights, Gail knew they had always ended instantly—just as hers had.

"Are you two ready?" the Referee asked, glancing between the contestants.

"Ready," they said in unison.

"Then let the fight begin!" the Referee raised his hand, and as soon as the words left his lips, the two contestants vanished from their spots, reappearing in the center of the stage—wooden short swords clashing against a blazing bright sword!

Gail's eyes widened as she stared at the glowing sword in her opponent's hand. She quickly realized that this glowing blade was his Battle Technique.

He's not holding back, she thought. This was the first time the mysterious figure had revealed this Technique. It seems he's realized I'm not an easy opponent.

Without losing her composure, Gail's body became a blur as she reappeared behind him!

The audience gasped, shocked by Gail's incredible speed!

However, the mysterious figure reacted swiftly, placing his glowing sword behind his back, just in time to block Gail's attack! The force caused him to step forward, and using this momentum, he activated his movement technique to dodge her next strike.

His body dissolved into a puff of smoke and materialized a few feet away.

Gail didn't pursue him, her eyes widening slightly. "Teleportation?"

"Short distance—just like what you can do," the mysterious figure replied, a hint of admiration in his voice. He pointed his blazing white sword at her. "Tell me your name."

"Gail. And you?" Gail asked, lowering herself into a defensive stance, with one sword in front of her and the other held behind her.

"My name..." the mysterious figure trailed off, then continued. "I'm M."

"M? Just M?" Gail asked, frowning.

"Yes," M nodded.@@novelbin@@

"Alright then," Gail nodded back before both fell into a tense silence.

A few seconds passed, and they dashed toward each other, the sound of their weapons clashing echoing across the arena!

To the audience, it was a marvel that a wooden weapon could hold up against that blazing sword of light, but to the Cultivators, it was a simple matter of using the Qi in the surroundings to reinforce the wooden short swords. This enhanced the weapon's durability and could even increase its sharpness. With mastery over this technique, one could use almost anything as a weapon.

The two fought at close range, refraining from using any special techniques.

Gail dodged an attack before delivering a kick, but her opponent deflected it with a punch, forcing her foot back to the ground. Using the momentum, she spun around for a 360-degree kick!

With a sharp bang, M was sent flying to the side, his left hand raised beside his face, barely managing to block in time.

But Gail was already upon him, her two short wooden swords aimed at his chest. Time seemed to slow as M watched the attack approaching. With a smirk, his body turned to smoke, and he reappeared behind Gail! Enjoy exclusive content from My Virtual Library Empire

Got you, M thought as his glowing sword slashed toward her back!

But something unexpected happened. Gail's body turned into water the moment his sword made contact! With a splash, the water fell to the ground.

M immediately sensed danger from behind him, and as he turned, he saw Gail, her two short swords already aimed at his chest!

Gail's strike landed, sending M tumbling across the stage. Dust clouds billowed as the sound of M rolling echoed through the platform.

However, Gail's battle instincts told her the fight wasn't over. The moment her foot touched the ground, she vanished, reappearing within the dust cloud! The cloud churned as the two combatants emerged, M bleeding from his chest, their weapons clashing fiercely and shaking the stage with each blow!

The relentless back-and-forth ignited the audience's excitement.

"We fight with the same style, but you're still inexperienced," Gail said calmly. She wasn't belittling him but offering sincere advice. "Expect the unexpected, and do the unexpected."

"Thank you for the advice," M replied, dodging one of her short swords while blocking the other with his glowing blade. "I'll keep that in mind."

"You should surrender," Gail said. "If we keep this up, one of us will end up dead."

"Why should I be the one to surrender?" M asked. He agreed with her reasoning. Based on their battle, they were both holding back, resisting the urge to kill. It was a hard instinct to control, and if they slipped, one of them would be dead by now.

"Because I need to kill someone on this stage," Gail said, her eyes burning with determination.

"Oh?" M locked eyes with her, remaining silent for a moment as they exchanged blows. Then, after a brief pause, he finally made up his mind. "Alright."

The two jumped back from each other, and the mysterious figure raised both hands, his glowing sword disappearing in a flurry of light particles. "I surrender."