Idle Money System

The path of a warrior and a cultivator differ in a fundamental way. Warriors get stronger by pushing their bodies to the limit—through intense physical training and constant refinement.

Cultivators, on the other hand, use specialized breathing techniques to absorb and control spiritual energy, letting them rise beyond normal human boundaries. While warriors can reach impressive levels of strength through sheer hard work and discipline, they eventually hit a natural ceiling.

Cultivators, however, can keep growing, tapping into the energy of the world around them and surpassing the limits that hold warriors back.

But it doesnt mean that your a warrior you can become a cultivator, one must possessed talent for it.

Viper Ronin's smile faded as he felt the sudden shift in Shanks' aura. It was overwhelming, primal, and raw, like the roar of a tiger shaking the heavens.

The air itself seemed to tremble under the force of the man's presence, and for the first time in their fight, Viper Ronin's confidence wavered a little.

"What... what is this power?" Viper Ronin muttered, his narrowed eyes betraying his calm expression.

Shanks then took a step forward, the ground beneath him cracking and groaning under the weight of his power.

His muscles rippled with energy, each movement exuding a destructive force.

"Let me show you that a warrior can go toe-to-toe with a cultivator," he said, his voice calm but menacing."

"Let me show you what it means to stand against someone who's forged their strength through sheer will and training." Shanks finished.

Without warning, Shanks surged forward, his speed even greater than before. His first strike was a thunderous straight punch that Viper Ronin barely managed to deflect, but the sheer force behind it sent him skidding back.

Shanks didn't stop, he followed with a spinning elbow, aiming for Viper Ronin's temple.

The old man ducked, countering with a swift palm strike aimed at Shanks' heart. The green venomous glow returned, promising to paralyze on contact. But Shanks twisted his body mid-strike, narrowly evading the blow and retaliating with a devastating upward knee.

The impact struck Viper Ronin's ribcage, sending him flying back several feet. He landed on his feet but stumbled slightly, his breath coming in short gasps.

His hand instinctively went to his side, feeling the sharp pain radiating from the strike.

"That's impossible," Viper Ronin hissed.

"How can a mere warrior overpower me?"He bellowed with a disbelief face.

Shanks didn't answer. Instead, he crouched low and exploded forward again, instantly closing the distance.

His fists became a blur as he unleashed a series of punches, each one carrying the weight of a sledgehammer.

Viper Ronin blocked as best he could, but the force behind each blow made his arms tremble.

Shanks' techniques weren't just powerful; they were explosive and calculated.

Every strike was aimed to exploit a weakness, and every movement was designed to disrupt Viper Ronin's rhythm.

"The Great Tiger Strike!" Shanks roared, his fist glowing faintly as he drove it forward with all his might.

The punch collided with Viper Ronin's hastily raised guard, shattering the defensive stance and sending him hurtling backward. He crashed into a steel pillar, the impact denting the metal and leaving him gasping for air.

Seeing this scene the spectators were in awe, it was like watching a freaking movie unfolding before them.

"Dad, this... is this Uncle Shanks' true power?" Valentine uttered as her eyes trembled, looking at the earlier battle.

Benjamin nodded his head. He could not help but sigh in relief since the odds of the battle were on their side.

"Boss, is the old man going to lose? Should we prepare the backup plan?" Ethan whispered in Jonathan's ear.

Hearing the soft whisper, Jonathan was brought back in his daze. But he felt a little conflicted about whether their backup plan was even going to work.

The old man he hired can block bullets with his fingers, so if he was defeated, that means this man can also deflect bullets.

"Don't let our man in the forest get close; tell them that the snipers must be prepared if they saw us leave the warehouse. If Master Viper loses, then we'll just have to retreat for now." he replied to Ethan, and he accepted his boss's words since the fight was not over yet.

The old man who wasn't finished yet. He gritted his teeth as he pushed himself back up, his aura flaring as he steadied himself.

"You'll really dare to beat me like this; I admit that you, a warrior, are a strong one," Viper Ronin admitted, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"But I'm not out of tricks," he said gloomily.

Viper Ronin then shifted into a low stance, his hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. The serpent-like aura around him grew denser, coiling tightly as if preparing to strike.

"Venom Spiral!" he shouted, launching forward with blinding speed.

The technique was a flurry of twisting strikes, each one aimed at Shanks' vital points. The attacks came from every direction, forcing Shanks to rely on his instincts and reflexes.

He dodged and parried, but a few strikes managed to graze him, leaving faint green marks on his skin.

"I can feel your strength waning," Viper Ronin said smugly, his strikes relentless.

But Shanks only grinned through the pain. "Waning? You've barely scratched the surface of what I can do."

With a burst of energy, Shanks countered. His movements became sharper, more feral, as if channeling the spirit of a tiger.

He caught Viper Ronin's wrist mid-strike, twisting it with brutal efficiency and pulling the old man off balance. With his other hand, Shanks delivered a bone-shattering punch to Viper Ronin's chest, sending him flying once again.

This time, the old man didn't land gracefully. He tumbled across the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop. His breathing was labored, his body battered and bruised.

Viper Ronin looked at him with a pale face full of disbelief. " You are actually still holding back?" he said as he pointed at him with a shaking hand.

Shanks just stood tall, as his aura still raging like a storm. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, the look in his eyes was that of a predator.

"Is that all you've got, Viper Ronin? If so, you'd better stay down," he said heavily.

The battlefield fell silent, the only sound being Viper Ronin's ragged breaths. From the sidelines, Benjamin clenched his fists in awe, while Valentine's tears had been replaced by a glimmer of hope.

Shanks' gaze remained fixed on the old man, waiting for his next move. But before anything could happen, a slow, deliberate clapping sound echoed through the space, cutting through the tension like a knife.

He was very confused since why was someone clapping again? Viper Ronin, hearing the loud clap, looked at the source.

It was a man clad in a gray robe, and it seemed to be a middle-aged man.

His face gives off the feeling of someone strong and not to be mess with, and a small leak of his aura can cause the surrounding air to shake.

This made Shanks, who was very confident earlier, become serious. The man in front of him is not an easy one.

"Is he one of his accomplices?" Shanks muttered.

As the man continues to walk step by step, undeterred by the hundreds of gazes.

Stepping into the light was a man in his early thirties with a strong, athletic build that radiated power.

He wore a sleeveless off-white tunic with black trim, slightly frayed at the edges, tied with a black sash around his waist. His loose pants were tucked into black footwraps, and black wrappings covered his forearms.

His expression was that of amusement, and his short, dark hair was slightly messy, adding to his rugged look.

That man then stopped just in front of Viper Ronin, looking at Shanks with a grin, "So, you said that a warrior can go toe-to-toe with a cultivator earlier, right?" he said calmly.

Viper Ronin, hearing him speak, was happy as he shouted, "Senior Brother, you actually followed me?" he said to the guy.

The man looked back, still smiling. "Well, I was bored, and since you are a new disciple of the sect and this is your first mission, I decided to follow you for fun," he said as he put his fingers in his ears, wriggling them inside, trying to find a booger.

He was so relaxed that felt like everything in his grasp was under his control, Viper Ronin hearing this was very delighted.

He joined this sect just weeks ago, so he was still a newbie. Even though he was old, he was still accepted because he had some talent.

But the man in front of him is a core disciple in the sect, and his strength is 10—maybe 20 times stronger than his.

He is not sure, but he knows that being a core disciple of a strong sect is no joke.

Shanks's seeing the man being so carefree angered him a little, but he did not rush. He had to think before he moved since he felt danger.

For years on the battlefield, he developed this kind of sense, so he trusted it very much.

The man then looked back at Shanks as he stood there with both hands in his pockets.

"So can you repeat what you said again? About a warrior can go toe-to-toe?" He stopped smiling, his eyes narrowing.