Crazy Zhang felt like vomiting blood when he heard the comeback. His face turned red as he quickly tried to recover. "Yo momma is so fat, when she went to the beach, a whale swam up and sang, 'We are family, even though you're fatter than me!'"
"Yo momma is so fat, her bellybutton gets home an hour before she does," Apollo fired back instantly, almost like he didn't need to think at all. He smirked as more students gathered around to watch.
Their laughter echoed as they observed the commotion with great interest.
It was a new form of entertainment, and they perked up, eagerly waiting for the next insult. Who knew that trading insults could be so hilarious?
Hearing the laughter, Crazy Zhang's mind went blank for a moment. He couldn't think of another fat joke, so he switched tactics. "Yo momma's so ugly that she—" But Apollo was faster.
"Yo momma's so ugly, when she joined an ugly contest, they said, 'Sorry, no professionals,'" Apollo cut him off.
"Hey! I wasn't done yet!" Crazy Zhang shouted, pointing a finger at Apollo. "Yo momma's so ugly that—"
"Yo momma's so ugly, when she took a bath, the water ran out—literally," Apollo interrupted again, causing the old man to burst into fury.
"You're cheating! You should let me finish before you—" Crazy Zhang tried to protest.
"Yo momma's so old, I slapped her on the back and her boobs fell off!" Apollo's voice rose, causing even louder laughter to fill the air. Yup, this is what real victory feels like! Apollo thought. He could see it—the old man's face had scrunched up so much, he looked uglier than his momma.
But Apollo wasn't done yet. He kept firing insults, one after another, generating even more laughter. However, as time passed, the audience started to grow numb. Their eyes shifted toward Crazy Zhang with pity.
"Crazy Zhang has met his match," one of the martial students whispered as they watched the old man grow more and more furious.
"Yeah, he likes to pull pranks and jokes that aren't funny at all," another agreed.
After a while, when only Apollo's voice echoed through the air, Crazy Zhang finally had enough.
"Okay, stop! Stop!" The old man raised his hand in surrender, his face a deep shade of red as he gritted his teeth angrily. "You win, kid!"
"I know I won," Apollo said, puffing his chest out. "I warned you not to bring my momma into this."
"Hmph!" Crazy Zhang scoffed. "It was your fault for giving me a fake *ss name. But I'll make sure you taste my revenge! Zhang the Great is not someone you can offend!"
"Revenge? Haha, I'll be waiting for you. Better come up with a better comeback next time, Zhang the *ss," Apollo challenged.
Crazy Zhang's face twitched, but seeing the students staring at him with disappointment and pity, he knew it was time to leave.
"The next time, my words will eat you alive, until you won't even dare to step outside!" Crazy Zhang shouted, gathering a mouthful of saliva and spitting. However, instead of landing on the ground, it splattered on his own feet.
The beggar almost imagined seeing a negative thousand aura points appear above the old man's head.
Crazy Zhang definitely noticed his embarrassment, his face twitching, but he still tried to act cool. "Hmph! Just wait for me!" With that, he flew off.
Flew? Apollo's eyes widened at the sight of the old man flying into the distance. So that guy really is an expert! But why is he acting so childish?!
As he stared after the old man, the students who had gathered also began to disperse. They were curious about the identity of the kid, but they had better things to do.
However, one person remained. She hesitated for a moment before walking toward Apollo.
Apollo heard a familiar voice, and when he turned, he was surprised. "Oh, Miss Gail!"
"Gail is fine, Mr. Beggar," Gail said, pushing her glasses up.
"Okay, Gail," Apollo nodded. "It's nice seeing you here. Where's Filly?"
"Filly is back at her restaurant," Gail replied. "She made a special request and was allowed to stay outside as long as she wanted. But I have to return occasionally to further my knowledge and cultivation."
"Filly's not taking her cultivation seriously," Apollo muttered, before asking an important question. "Who was that old man?"
"That's Crazy Zhang," Gail said with a smile. "I must say, what just happened was hilarious. Seeing Crazy Zhang get a taste of his own medicine was satisfying."
"Crazy Zhang?" Apollo repeated, nodding. "He does look like a crazy person. But he can fly, so his cultivation must be at least at the 3rd-Step Qi Condensation Stage, right? Why does everyone call him crazy instead of giving him respect?"
His curiosity was piqued.
"He is crazy," Gail explained. "He's been here for countless years—no one knows how long, but rumors say he's been here since the Great Serpent branch was established. Some say he's a Wanderer, others say he's an Elder or a student who refuses to leave, despite his cultivation being high enough to join the main branch.
He likes pulling pranks and making jokes, but none of them are funny, and many students hate him for it."
"So, basically, he's just a crazy person with high cultivation?" Apollo asked.
"I see. But do I need to worry about him?" Apollo scratched the back of his head. The old man had said he would get his revenge, and that worried Apollo. What if Crazy Zhang decides to assassinate me instead of bickering with 'yo momma' insults?
Gail smiled and shook her head. "You don't have to worry about him. In all the years I've been here, he's never involved himself in a physical fight."
"I see, that's good to hear," Apollo said, letting out a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Beggar, if I may ask, why are you here?" Gail asked, her curiosity finally getting the better of her.
"I have business with the Headmaster," Apollo answered honestly, though he didn't share the details. At the same time, he realized that people only recognized him as a Personal Disciple when he was with Eli.
"Is that so…" Gail nodded before glancing at the library. "Shall we enter together? I can be your guide."
"I wouldn't mind your company," Apollo smiled. He'd much rather spend time with a woman than a man.