Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Zhao Luo got up while looking at the anger on the face of Wu Yang whose eyes had this shine of seriousness gleaming inside them.

"You think it's just a spar?"

Wu Yang asked Zhao Luo as he felt angrier while looking at the submissive Zhao Luo.

His face was getting twisted because of his mood that was controlling his expression.

"Do you intend to defeat me by only defeating?"

Wu Yang, as he walked towards Zhao Luo while looking directly into his eyes, the ring tiles under his feet would deform before he even stepped on them.

'Crack.'

Each of his steps would crush the deformed tiles into small pieces.

"Attack or Lose!!!"

Wu Yang stopped right in front of Zhao Luo.

There was only an inch of air between them.

Wu Yang was giving out a challenge to Zhao Luo.

He also told the result, that is, if their fight continued like this, Zhao Luo will lose.

"I thought you were fooling me and would come around if I played with you a bit. But I guess...'Crack'...I will he to fight back."

Zhao Luo clenched his fists and didn't dodge the stare down.

The shining moon above them was being covered by a cloud.

In a moment, the whole snow like the light of the moon was covered by that dark cloud which was a sign.

A sign for Zhao Luo and Wu Yang to kick off.

Boom!

Bang!

They both jumped back and right after they got the right footing, they leaped at each other like beasts.

"Ahhh," Zhao Luo shouted as the challenge started even before their weapons, which were their limbs came in contact.

Zhao Luo had leaped with almost all of his strength but Wu Yang had matched with him as the fight resumed 10 feet above the ring.

In mid-air, Zhao Luo didn't wait for Wu Yang to throw the first attack as he threw a left kick at his face.

'Bang.'

Wu Yang blocked it with his right arm and tried to counter with his left hook but before his left hook could reach Zhao Luo's face, another attack was coming at him from his right.

'Bang.'

Zhao Luo without letting Wu Yang throw a decent attack at him kept on throwing his attacks at Wu Yang's right side.

Zhao Luo aimed for Wu Yang's face just to get back at him for his hit on Zhao Luo's abdomen.

'He will copy me.'

Wu Yang right before Zhao Luo's punch could land on his face, shifted his guard towards his abdomen.

This all happened in less than five seconds as both were descending back on the ring.

'Bang.'

'Crack.'

The moment Wu Yang moved his hands to block his abdomen, Zhao Luo's punch landed directly on the right side of his face.

Something had been broken in the last contact of Zhao Luo's fist with Wu Yang's face.

The force behind Zhao Luo's unblocked punch was so much that Wu Yang's whole body accelerated towards the ring floor.

Thud!

Wu Yang fell on his back leaving a dent on all the surrounding tiles.

'Tap.'

Zhao Luo landed next to him with a smile on his face. Even though he had gurt a friend but it felt nice getting back at Wu Yang.

"Damn."

Wu Yang cursed as he got up abruptly with a swollen cheek.

The left side of his mouth was so big now that it looked like Wu Yang was hiding a candy there.

"Hah."

Wu Yang still laughed it off.

"My parents always told me that I had a thick face and even a thicker skull."

Wu Yang looked at Zhao Luo who had his left hand clasped within his right hand.

Zhao Luo looked in pain.

"Your parents....never told me that."

Zhao Luo fought back with something which didn't make sense to Wu Yang and himself.

'Two fingers broke, while he only gets a swollen cheek. What a monster.'

Zhao Luo looked at Wu Yang as his ain faded away in a short moment.

Zhao Luo felt something waking up inside him.

'Yes, i.....I can feel it.'

He thought as he looked down.

No, it wasn't his dragon neither were his feet running away from him.

Zhao Luo closed his eyes for less than a second to feel this excitement that was waking up inside his body.

While looking at Zhao Lup who had his face down for some reason, Wu Yang felt his back sweating excessively.

No, it wasn't like he was suffering from hyperhidrosis but this sweating was because of the immense talent of Zhao Luo that had hit Wu Yang like a boulder.

'He copied my moves so perfectly and calculated my reaction so timely that I went to guard my abdomen while leaving my face open.'

Wu Yang went over the last clash between them as he slowly realized the truth.

'Tap, Tap.'

Wu Yang lowered his body by stepping his legs far apart.

"I will be serious from now on."

Wu Yang warned Zhao Luo showing his sportsmanlike conduct by giving an initial warning to Zhao Luo.

But as he looked at Zhao Luo's a vein popped out on his forehead.

Zhao Luo stood there grinning back at Wu Yang who had just declared that he would be fighting seriously now.

"Why are you smiling? Because your fingers broke?"

Wu Yang taunted him but before he could say another word, Zhao Luo was showing him the middle finger of his left hand.

The finger that was supposed to be broken was being wriggled by Zhao Luo.

"Are you talking about this?"

Zhao Luo questioned him back as he had a smug look on his face.

'I am fine even after my apparitions break all of my bones so how could this hurt me.' 

Zhao Luo thought in his mind as a feeling of happiness contended with the excitement in his mind.

He was excited cause his opponent was strong, stronger than anyone he had faced till now while he was happy because it wasn't a fight that was driven by any negative emotions.

'I am having fun?'

Zhao Luo realized as the happy feeling was reining over the excitement.

'Ta.'

Another vein popped up on Wu Yang's forehead.

'Why is he smiling?'

Wu Yang was feeling annoyed as he misunderstood the reason behind Zhao Luo's smile.

'Is he going to ake it easy now?'

'Crack.'

The tiles with dent under his feet broke as he jumped towards Zhao Luo with a flying kick.

The chest was the target as Wu Yang sped at Zhao Luo.

Bang!

Zhao Luo blocked the flying kick of Wu Yang by crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Zhao Luo rotated and threw a spinning kick at Wu Yang's face before his feet could touch the ground.

Bang!

Wu Yang blocked the kick with his other leg in mid-air and landed backward.

Both faced each other with a tough attitude.

'Throb.'

In reality, they were hiding their pain.

Zhao Luo's arms were throbbing while Wu Yang's leg felt numb.

Both slowly walked closer to each other, and their fight resumed again.

'I am stronger.'

'But he keeps pushing me back.'

Wu Yang thought as he took two steps towards Zhao Luo who was getting better after every clash.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Zhao Luo and Wu Yang both threw incredibly fast punches at each other.

But it didn't end there as the punches from both sides kept on coming without a stop.

The brawl went on to get bigger as the dust started to fly around them because of the broken tiles getting smashed even more.

Each second, more than ten punches were being exchanged.

After a while of this slugfest.

"Huff."

Both of them had heavy breathing as their speed had slowed down by a lot.

"Eat this."

Zhao Luo shouted as his left punch landed on Wu Yang's already swollen right cheek.

'Boom.'

Wu Yang turned his face towards his left to reduce the force behind Zhao Luo's fist.

With Zhao Luo's fist on his right cheek, he hit Zhao Luo with a dragon punch.

Dragon punch: When a person, brings his fist directly upwards from a low point and aims for the enemy's chin, that is the fist is like a flying dragon aiming for the skies.

Basically what Wu Yang had thrown at Zhao Luo was an uppercut.

Just like Wu Yang, Zhao Luo couldn't dodge it or block it, so he tilted his head upwards to reduce the impact behind Wu Yang's dragon punch.

'Boom.'

The dragon punch had barely scratched Zhao Luo but even that was enough to make him fall backward.

But Zhao Luo was a stubborn person.

Just like he went against the Drums of Bellum, he seized this opportunity as Wu Yang had his guard down.

Bang!

Zhao Luo used his right leg to kick Wu Yang's chest.

A clean strike finally landed on Wu Yang.

Both were thrown away from each other and fell to the ground.

'Hah.'

'Hah.'

Two panting moans remained on the ring.

One was Zhao Luo's while the other belonged to Wu Yang.

'Tap.'

After a moment, only one of them stood back up while the other was only able to crouch back.

"Cough."

The crouching person coughed as he looked at the other who had blood gushing out of his mouth.