Beggar Cultivation System

Chapter 272: Last Ditch Effort



Intense lightning flashed, crashing into another roof and instantly disintegrating it.

"Seems like we don't need Mathias anymore," Elmo muttered with a chuckle. "It would've been better if he were here fighting with us."

"His role is still important," Axton replied. The two of them weren't seriously injured. In fact, they could fight for a few more hours, but the unexpected lightning had disrupted their battle—or rather, ended it in an instant.

Then they noticed the beggar walking toward the fallen Mayor.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Elmo asked with a frown.

"Finishing what we started," Apollo replied, glancing back at them. Determination and excitement glinted in his eyes. Klown was greatly weakened, and Holst was far from his peak form. This was the perfect time to complete his mission by killing them both.

He already knew Holst was the one who had eradicated the entire Leone family, leaving only the original body Apollo now occupied.

The beggar could feel it. The real owner of the body was calling for him to kill them—to exact revenge and bring justice to his family.

Following this desire, which wasn't entirely his own, he approached the Mayor and the butler. Standing just a few feet away, Apollo stared coldly at Holst before shifting his gaze to the Mayor, who struggled to open his eyes.

They locked eyes, and for a brief moment, the beggar felt as though he might cry.

What the hell? Apollo was confused. He knew himself well—he wasn't the type to cry, especially when his actions were justifiable. It didn't take him long to realize the real owner of the body must be feeling emotional.

It made sense. The original Apollo Leone was still a kid, and knowing his family had been killed would undoubtedly result in trauma—unless he were coldhearted enough not to care about being the last surviving member of his family.

A chuckle escaped the struggling Mayor. "Ha… ha, you… will die… all of you…"

"Just because you're laughing now doesn't mean you'll have the last laugh," Apollo said, his voice cold, while the butler stood up from his kneeling position.

"Our Savior, the fight is not yet finished," Holst said, glancing at Klown lying on the ground.

"I… know…" the Mayor rasped. Using all his remaining strength, he forced himself to his feet. Although his body was charred black, Klown still had power left.

His skin began flaking, a sign his recovery had already started.

"We should kill them soon and summon the Red Energy Cloud," Holst said, his eyes darting to the Headmasters, who were already walking toward them.

"Why did you kill the Leones?" the beggar suddenly asked—a question he immediately regretted. Dammit! He felt annoyed at himself for being unable to suppress the original owner's overwhelming desire to know the truth about that day.

"Leones?… Why… do you… care… about a dead… family?" Klown asked, a burnt smile spreading across his face. Then he answered, "For this… plan! We couldn't… let another… Core Creation… stop… our grand plan!"

The Core Creation the Mayor referred to must have been the original body's grandfather, who had fought someone that day. And that someone was now standing in front of him.

"Ah, the old man… He was a strong fellow. Fortunately, I poisoned him that day," Holst muttered, reminiscing about the day he annihilated the entire Leone mansion.

The beggar unknowingly clenched his fists upon hearing this. To ensure their plan succeeded, they had eradicated the Leone family, who had refused to side with the Mayor.

As if this plan is worth more than lives, Apollo thought. Yet, when it came to the Mayor, that was undoubtedly true.

"I see," Apollo muttered. He lowered his head briefly, and when he looked up, a strong killing intent radiated from his body as his wooden sword reappeared.

Holst frowned but reacted quickly, his black sword appearing in his hands.

Two slashes materialized in the air as Apollo and the butler clashed.

A strong wind erupted from the impact, causing the Headmasters to stop in their tracks and the Mayor to jump back.

Klown stared at the beggar before looking toward the sky.

Under the flashing lightning, he noticed a small amount of the Red Energy Cloud still lingering. It was trying to recover its previous form, but due to the residue left by the lightning, the red cloud struggled to reconstitute itself.

Then his eyes, glinting dangerously, landed on his butler. An idea formed in his mind.

Meanwhile, Elmo and Axton exchanged glances.

"Let's help him," Elmo suggested.

They could sense something strange about the beggar. There was no need for him to fight the butler, as their enemy was clearly on the losing side. They could simply band together and end it once and for all.

"Alright," Axton nodded.

But before they could take another step, Yoma's voice rang out.

"No, stop! Let me handle these two!"

Apollo dodged, leaving behind his Hydra Mirage clone.

The clone shattered into a splash of water as the black sword pierced its head.

Holst glanced toward where his opponent had reappeared. He tried to activate his Astral Technique but realized he couldn't. After the previous battles against the Headmasters, his body was far too weakened, a shadow of its peak form.

Still, his speed was not to be underestimated. In an instant, he appeared in front of the beggar!

Fire Blast! Wind Blast!

Apollo combined the two techniques before the butler could get near him. He sent the attack forward, creating a great explosion that propelled his own body backward. He stabilized himself in midair and saw the butler carving a long ravine into the ground with his feet.
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"Hey, are you sure about this?" Elmo shouted. "We could end this quickly, you know!"

Apollo didn't answer as his body became a blur, reappearing in front of the butler. With his sword raised, time seemed to slow down.

You killed the Leones just for the sake of this plan of yours—a plan that requires even more killing… That's madness… I lost my family, I lost my parents! Apollo's voice resonated through Thought Transfer.

He was surprised by his own words, but he realized they weren't entirely his own. These were the feelings of the original Apollo Leone, translated into words by him.

It was crazy to think that this was what a seven-year-old felt like.

The butler looked down at the beggar. It's not madness but an act of Our Savior! They should be honored to have died in His presence! And what do you mean you lost a fam—

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning—which, coincidentally, had just happened—realization dawned on the butler.

"Don't tell me, you are the Lo—"

But he couldn't finish his sentence. The wooden sword had already pierced his chest.

Blood splashed onto the ground as a deep wound tore through Holst's chest, exposing his organs.

He was caught off guard by the news, giving the beggar an opening.

"You are right," Apollo confirmed. Using the Simple Movement Technique and other related techniques, his body appeared behind the butler.

A cold, murderous intent erupted.

Holst's movements visibly slowed from the injury he had sustained. Glancing behind with great effort, all he could see was the deep, chilling stare of the kid.

Yes, a kid.

"This is for them," Apollo muttered. His wooden sword was now imbued with the Simple Wind Sword Technique, bursts of Fire Blast, and the Water Blade Disintegration Technique.

With a single thrust, the weapon pierced through the butler's chest, straight into his heart.

The butler coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining his lips bright red.

Apollo pulled his wooden sword free, red splattering as Holst collapsed to the ground.

Letting out a sigh, he could feel satisfaction radiating from the original. Such a scary kid to feel that way, the beggar thought.

"Now where's the Mayor?" Apollo muttered, though the answer came immediately as a red whip pulled the butler's body toward the sky.

A frown crossed his face as he saw Klown holding Holst in his hands. He turned angrily to the two Headmasters.

"Why did you let him do that?!"

"Hey, don't be so hotheaded," Elmo replied, shaking his head in annoyance.

"He's sacrificing his energy to return to his peak, but it'll only last a few moments," Axton explained. "It seems he still has something up his sleeve."

Apollo's gaze shifted back to Klown. The Mayor's burnt skin was gone, replaced with fresh, unblemished flesh.

"I will succeed!" Klown shouted, his voice brimming with determination. "Even if it costs me my life!"

With that declaration, his body became shrouded in red smoke, along with the butler he held. In a sudden burst of energy, an explosion occurred, and red clouds formed in the sky once more, pulling in the remnants of red energy from the air.

"Damn, he's really crazy," Elmo muttered with a sigh.

"He sacrificed his own power to achieve his goal. That's… admirable," Axton commented.

By now, the beggar was already standing beside them.

"So we're just going to let him be?" Apollo asked.

"It's a last-ditch effort. Why don't we watch? Besides, we still have that guy who hasn't done anything yet," Elmo said.

"Do you want me to go up there and anger the heavens?" Apollo asked with a smirk.

"No!" Elmo and Axton shouted in unison.


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