Apollo sat in a comfortable chair, with a table full of food before him. The spread included fruits he didn't recognize, water, and at from the Scavenger.
Reaching out, he grabbed a piece of chicken. As he examined it closely, the Beggar concluded it was cooked using a simple thod—over a fire. The burnt sll was typical for this thod, but upon closer inspection, he noticed that the chicken was evenly cooked on all sides, which seed impossible unless one had precise control over the temperature.
"But for those Cultivator Chefs, it's very possible," Apollo muttered, taking a big bite. After days of eating only cup noodles, he was tired of them. The at was soft yet firm, making it easy to chew, and he swallowed it quickly. "This is really delicious. Even without using spices, it could still be served in mid to high-class restaurants."
Apollo finished his al and leaned back in his chair with a satisfied burp. As he relaxed, he began to understand why there wasn't much effort to advance the culinary arts in this world.
If this simple Scavenger at tastes this good, imagine the others. Besides, the Beggar suspected that what he had tasted so far was just average.
The culinary scene in this world wasn't advanced, although Apollo didn't know why. But he didn't need to dwell on it. As long as there was food on the table to fill his stomach, that was enough. Shaking his head, he grabbed so fruit to cleanse his palate.
At the sa ti, he glanced around the room where other Martial Students were trying to relax. So were chatting with each other while others were watching the Mayor's boring speech on the stage.
The Beggar sighed. In the end, I still have to sit through these boring speeches. After the mountaintop was swallowed into this place, they were taken to a private room where they could watch the stage. There were dozens of rooms, each housing at least twelve Martial Students.
Now, it was a battle to determine the top places, and everyone was trying to relax as best they could before the third test began.
"Blah blah blah, you're just praising yourself," Apollo muttered, staring at the rotund Mayor 'blubbering' on stage.
"The City—my city—is becoming more prosperous as ti passes. This is due to the efforts of the people, and especially –" Klown's voice echoed everywhere.
"Ah, when is the test going to start?" Apollo was growing bored. As he leaned back in his chair, he decided to take a nap, but just as he was about to close his eyes, soone approached him, blocking the light from a glowing stone on the ceiling.
"Hey," a voice said, the tone familiar to the Beggar.
Looking up, Apollo raised an eyebrow when he saw the pretty boy Yohan had fought in the first test.
"Michael?" Apollo muttered, surprised to see the brown-haired newcor.
"You know ?" Michael asked, his brown eyes widening slightly. But then he thought about it—he was handso and popular, so it was only natural, wasn't it?
"Is that so," Michael couldn't help but feel disappointed. Nevertheless, he stated his purpose. "I ca here to make you an offer."
"I don't accept," Apollo shook his head and closed his eyes, not bothering to hear another word from the man.
"I haven't even said anything yet!" Michael frowned. He was accompanied by his goons, who glared angrily at the half-masked man after hearing the 'disrespect.'
"How dare you talk to Michael like that?!"
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"Know your place, you midget!"
Apollo opened his eyes, staring at the martial student who had called him a midget. "Say that again."
The one who said it wore glasses, his body thin and lacking much muscle. But with his chest puffed up and head held high, he smirked and repeated his words, slowly and clearly. "MID—GET!"
Apollo stood up from his seat, and with just a step, he instantly appeared in front of the beanpole, who still wore that annoying smirk. His fist was already on its way to crash into that face!
With a loud bang, the force of the wind caused the tables and chairs to shake for a mont.
The twig-like man fell on his bottom, his glasses askew, sweat appearing on his face. His lips trembled with fear, but he still managed to force a smile when he realized that Michael had managed to stop the punch from landing on him.
"Not on my watch," Michael said, his voice low and cold. His body was covered in a dark blue haze, the roar of a serpent echoing from ti to ti. He clutched the attacker's fist, and their standoff made their hands tremble with intensity. Feeling the strength coming from the masked man's hand, Michael was surprised, though he made sure not to show it.
If he weren't using the Great Serpent Technique, he would have definitely failed to block that punch.
"Not on your watch?" Apollo lifted his head to stare directly into Michael's eyes. "You ca here to make an offer, and when I refused, you found it offensive? One of your n even insulted ."
"They are my n, that's why—" Michael couldn't finish his sentence as the thin man stood back up, pointing fingers at Apollo.
"You deserve it, you lowly piece of trash! In front of the great Michael, you are nothing but a toy to be played with! It's your honor that he's even asking you properly!" Twiggy said.
"Let give you a lesson," Apollo said, his eyes shifting from Michael to the malnourished man. "The world doesn't belong to you."
Michael prepared for a retaliation, but what happened next surprised him. The 'masked man' in front of him suddenly turned into a puddle of water!
Realizing this, he quickly turned around, ready to shout a warning, but he was too late. The masked man's fist had already connected with the Goon of a Fool!
Teeth flew through the air along with a fountain of blood as Twiggy crashed into the wall! With another loud crash, he fell to the ground, revealing a crack in the wall.
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