Wish Me Luck(Part-3)

"Die, beggar!" Bernie shouted. He never would have thought that teaching a beggar a lesson would be this hard. He even injured himself just for this kid!

This is going to be a demon in his cultivation journey if he doesn't solve this problem all at once!

Apollo took a deep breath before he rolled to the side. His previous spot exploded, sending winds in every direction. Then he saw the thin man preparing for another palm attack. Before the air could explode him into a mess, he sidestepped to get near his opponent.

This time, the beggar was more prepared. The moment Bernie raised his hand, Apollo was already in front of him. He jumped and delivered an uppercut, his fist connecting with Bernie's chin!

"Argh!" Bernie grunted in pain as he fell to the ground. He felt intense dizziness, but his anger made him recover immediately. As soon as he regained his vision, he saw the beggar diving towards him with a kick!

"F*CK YOUUU!" Bernie shouted, the veins on his left hand throbbing as he used his full strength for this attack.

Palms and kicks collided!

"Ahhhh!"

But because Bernie used the Air Palm, the beggar was sent flying back. With a thudding sound, Apollo fell to the ground, his hair messy and his head spinning.

"That hurt…" Apollo shook his head, trying to clear his dizziness. Every world really doesn't lack crazy people! He had seen that this world was far crueler than his previous life, and ever since he awoke in this body, he had experienced that cruelty firsthand!

After a while, the beggar slightly recovered and slowly stood up, watching his opponent. He saw that Bernie was already on his feet, eyes red with murder.

Apollo couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was already hurt all over his body and felt that if the fight continued, he would pass out. But his opponent didn't seem to tire at all!

The beggar looked at his own body and noticed cuts spreading from his face down to his hands, blood flowing though not as intensely as Bernie's…

Eh? Apollo saw that Bernie's left hand was already covered in blood, continuously flowing down and forming a puddle beneath him. That guy is going to bleed himself to death!

Come to think of it, Apollo realized that the guy in front of him was going to die just for a beggar. Did he hurt his head when he was a child?

What's his beef with the beggar?

Apollo watched Bernie walking towards him, seemingly not realizing that his hands were already injured.

"D*mn f*ck! How come you're still alive?!" Bernie shouted. He just wanted to test his new technique on this boy, but instead, the kid was giving him a hard time!

"I also wanted to ask you the same question," Apollo said with a smirk.

"Haha! Do you really think you can beat a cultivator like me?!" Bernie laughed in great annoyance. "You are just a beggar! A mere ant before me! Someone who should bow to a cultivator like me!"

"A half-step cultivator, you might say," Apollo corrected the thin man. At first, he felt pressured, thinking the guy in front of him might be stronger than a half-step cultivator. But after exchanging blows, Apollo concluded that their strength was almost the same.

Hearing this further infuriated Bernie. He referred to himself as a 'cultivator,' and he hadn't mentioned anything about the stage of his cultivation. He knew he was just an amateur, a beginner who had just begun his cultivation journey. Even acquiring the Air Palm technique at his current level could be considered luck—or something he shouldn't have done, but he did.

Bernie felt humiliated that his cultivation stage was known by the beggar. He didn't understand how the beggar knew this or why this was happening to him. No, he couldn't think straight. His ego and pride were hurt. What he prioritized more was saving his face.

"Arghhh!" Bernie grunted like a beast in the intensity of his fury. He wanted to smash this beggar into pieces, to see his blood tainting the ground. The thin man raised his hands, intending to send as many air palms as he could.

But great pain came after.

"W-what! I can't move my hands!" Bernie tried again to no avail. He looked at his hands and saw that the veins were mangled. He couldn't even feel them anymore!

He kept trying to make his hands move, but even after a few minutes had passed, there was nothing he could do. Only the sound of his pained grunts echoed in the arena.

Apollo took this time to recover his strength. Seeing the thin man moaning in pain, he didn't feel an ounce of pity. That guy had just tried to kill him, and besides, he was not a saint to forgive his opponent. The beggar took a deep breath and decided to end this.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Apollo's eyes turned cold, and a killing intent erupted from him.

Bernie noticed this. He looked up and saw those eyes, his senses telling him that something bad was going to happen. He shivered as he realized that the beggar was not an ordinary boy.

"W-what are you going to do?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"I'm just going to do what you can't do to me," Apollo smiled.

Seeing that smile, Bernie gulped. He looked around, trying to find something that could help him in this situation. But what could he find on this wide stage? Nothing. So he gritted his teeth and decided to ram his body into the beggar!

"Ahhhhhh!" Bernie lowered his head and increased his speed.

But Apollo was one step faster. He dodged to the side and attacked with his knee.

Cough!

Bernie coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees.

"In the end, you couldn't even beat a beggar," Apollo said, pulling the thin man's hair to make him look up. His smirk caused Bernie to shiver with fear. "First, I'm going to make you blind!"

Apollo raised two fingers and aimed at Bernie's eyes.

"N-no!" Bernie stuttered. "P-please nooooo!"

"I'm going to do it! Then I'm going to kill you!" Apollo smirked. He pulled his hand back and, like an arrow released from a bowstring, his fingers accelerated towards the thin man's eyes!

"Nooooooo!" Bernie shouted, but in the next second, his head tilted forward as he passed out from fear. Yellow liquid pooled underneath him, and the stench assaulted Apollo's nose.

"Hmph! You can't even hold your head high when you're hopeless. Pathetic," Apollo shook his head, and Bernie fell on his stomach with a thud.

Now that the fight had ended, Apollo fully understood his body. Unlike in his previous life, where one air palm could have practically disabled him for life, in this life, with the cultivation of a half-step, he could even take on a car and survive.

So this is real strength, Apollo thought, raising his hand in front of him and clenching it. With his ambition to always be the best and on top of everyone, his determination skyrocketed. With a smile on his face, he turned around, but in the next second, he took a step back.

A man was suddenly in front of him. He wore a straw hat and a grey robe that hid his clothes underneath. The only thing Apollo could see in the dim light were the man's glinting eyes.

"You… are that guy…" Apollo began, but the newcomer interrupted him.

"You can call me Sir Guo," Sir Guo said, his mouth turning into a smile.

"Wish Me Luck deactivating!

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