Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 175: Simple Wind Sword Technique(Part-1)
After Sir Guo left, Apollo let out a sigh of relief.
"He’s definitely suspecting something," the beggar muttered. But it seemed like he wasn’t going to be forced to spill any information, which was good. That’s something Apollo liked about Sir Guo—a reasonable man. However, as he stood in front of the weapon rack, taking a wooden sword from it, he suddenly felt a gaze on him. A shiver ran down his spine—it was the same gaze he had felt just moments ago.
That guy is still here, Apollo thought, narrowing his eyes. But thinking about it, he realized he’d probably do the same if he were suspicious of someone. A smile crept onto his face as he jumped to the middle of the stage.
With the sword in hand, he began practicing the movements from the Simple Sword Technique. He had already mastered it, but right now, he was just putting on a show.
"Let’s see how long you can hold out," Apollo’s eyes glinted. Glancing at the dark sky, he estimated it was around eight o’clock in the evening. He had plenty of time to convince that pervert that he was just here to train, nothing more.
An hour or so later, the gaze finally disappeared, though Apollo continued his movements to be sure that Sir Guo had really left.
Apollo waved the wooden sword hundreds of times before looking around the training ground. Finding nothing strange, he let out another sigh of relief.
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Now that he was alone, he could finally practice without worrying about others.
He also didn’t have to worry about "borrowing" the wooden sword once he was done here. Whether he could return it or not was still up in the air.
Staring at the wooden sword, Apollo sliced the air, the sound of the blade cutting through it whistling in his ears. But that was all there was to the Simple Sword Technique. Even though he had mastered it, there were no special effects. And that was why he had come here in the first place.
Apollo had realized this during the previous Advanced Examination. He could cut anything his weapon touched, but its reach was limited, and he had to get in close to strike his enemies.
Bringing the sword in front of him, an idea formed in his mind.
"What would happen if I combined Wind Blast with the Simple Sword Technique?" Apollo muttered, the thought making his heart beat faster.
He had already managed to combine the Fire Blast and Wind Blast techniques. Although the combination wasn’t perfect and had its flaws, it had proven to be destructive.
Now, what if he applied that method to his Simple Sword Technique? Just like he had revised the Breathing Technique, he could revise the Simple Sword Technique into something new. If he succeeded, he wouldn’t have to rely on the System. Sure, he could ask the Great Serpent Headmaster for a sword technique, and Apollo was sure Axton wouldn’t refuse. But the beggar wanted something of his own.
He wanted to tailor the technique to his preferences, adjusting it to his body rather than the other way around.
Apollo closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, recalling the Wind Blast technique. Its principle was the same as the Fire Blast, which made it easy for him to combine the two. But what he was about to attempt was an entirely different matter.
Wind Blast allowed him to send a torrent of wind in the direction he desired—a very straightforward technique.
Apollo used Wind Blast, the surrounding Qi churning in front of him, but instead of sending the torrent forward, he made it stay in place.
His eyes narrowed at the strange swirling air before him, carefully studying its behavior. If anyone else were around, they would be shocked to see a technique like Wind Blast held in place. It required an extreme understanding of the technique, as well as highly advanced control of mental fortitude and Qi manipulation. One wrong move, and the Wind Blast would either fail or release on its own.
Apollo didn’t realize that what he was doing was something even the most talented cultivators would struggle with. But here he was, calmly circling the chaotic wind with a hand under his chin.
How am I going to combine this with my Simple Sword Technique? Apollo frowned. He only needed to grasp the principle, but nothing came to mind. Read chapters at novelbuddy
Letting out a sigh, Apollo moved the churning wind to the side. Just as he was about to wave the wooden sword to get a feel for the Simple Sword Technique, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Turning to the chaotic air, he commanded it to take shape—a sphere. Though it was hard to see the form clearly, the Wind Blast definitely took on a spherical shape.
Square, rectangle, star, hexagon… Apollo tried various shapes, and the Wind Blast transformed without any issues.
"If that’s the case…" Apollo raised the wooden sword, and with a thought, moved the Wind Blast toward the blade. However, before it could reach the sword, the technique suddenly dissipated into nothing.
Seeing this, Apollo realized that too much time had caused the Wind Blast to disappear.
Taking a deep breath, he used the technique again, this time making it envelop the wooden sword in his hand.
The Wind Blast was no longer the same. In Apollo’s hands, it had become an entirely different technique. He could even make himself invisible using principles derived from Hydra Mirage. For Apollo, creating new techniques by adapting others had become second nature.
Apollo stared at the wind-covered wooden sword, a proud expression on his face.
He had finally succeeded in fusing Wind Blast with a weapon!
"Let’s see your might!" With a shout, the beggar slashed with his wooden weapon, the sound of air tearing as the wind around the sword churned.
However, what happened next made Apollo realize he had made a mistake. With a loud bang, his body was sent flying into the air, while his wooden sword flew in the opposite direction.
