Becoming God of a Dystopian World

The fight had entered a stalemate.

After Feng Ma had praised Zhao Luo, they had clashed five times in total. 

In those five clashes, more than a thousand exchanges were made between Feng Ma who used his limbs or wine, and Zhao Luo's swords, that is, Ifrit and Blackey.

After the five clashes, both looked a little tired but they weren't out of breath.

The sweat was hidden by the rain with which their robes were drenched.

"Brother, I must admit you have a lot of stamina."

Feng Ma said to Zhao Luo with a grin on his face and even though it was supposed to be a compliment to Zhao Luo, it felt even worse than an insult.

'Kya~'

Multiple female disciples and some weird male disciple (cu-?) screamed in pleasure as they followed the gaze of Feng Ma.

"Where are you looking at?"

Zhao Luo shouted as he realized what was going on.

Feng Ma was staring at the place where Zhao Luo's third leg was hiding.

Realizing that he was being teased for something that he had never even tried, Zhao Luo was lost for words.

'I never even got to do it.'

Zhao Luo felt extremely saddened.

Only he knew what kind of suffering he had to endure (before being put to sleep in the capsule) whenever he was excited so how could he check his stamina while living the life of a sick traveler.

Because of his conditions, he could be said to have a master's degree in pureness and if the world hadn't changed like this, he would probably be known as Virgin Zhao Luo by now.

Shaking his head and coming back to the present, the embarrassed Zhao Luo decided to return this favor.

Zhao Luo smiled and used a verbal attack.

"As a drunkard with these wobbly feet, you must last even less than a second, but your display of stamina while fighting is quite good."

Zhao Luo nodded as the moments his words settled down, laughs and discussions started rising from among the spectating disciples.

'What?'

'That sounds quite plausible.'

'Girls we need to stay away from this brother.'

'But sister he fights so well...'

'Sigh. Little sister, just fighting isn't enough.'

'HaHaHahAhAhAhA'

The noise being generated here was so loud that the disciples on the stages towards the inner area of the training zone were also looking towards this place with interest in their eyes.

There were a few familiar faces among those disciples.

Many started making their way towards the noisy stage.

The noisy stage in question was the stage, Zhao Luo was on.

Hearing the disciples in the surrounding crowd talk about him amongst each other and even more, some were going out of their way to tell about him to the newcomers, was a big blow to his mind.

One of them was the happy Si Mo who Feng Ma had just defeated recently.

Dark lines appeared on Feng Ma's face while he looked at Zhao Luo.

'Tsk.'

Clicking his tongues Feng Ma wondered.

'If I knew I would be feeling this much shamed then I wouldn't have messed with him like this.'

Feng Ma regretted it.

But what could he do? He was fighting with his full power, even using the techniques that he had been saving for the ranking tournament, yet this handsome brother in front of him blocked everything.

Zhao Luo looked at Feng Ma with a smile.

He had won the verbal war and the enemy looked lost in his thoughts.

"I just need to defeat him now.'

Zhao Luo decided as he clenched his fist.

"Hey focus here."

Zhao Luo grabbed Feng Ma's attention.

"What 'focus here'? It's a draw. I can't seem to pass your defense and your attacks aren't able to land on me."

Feng Ma said to Zhao Luo in a loud and confident tone.

In his mind, there was no way that Zhao Luo could defeat him.

"Draw?"

"Hahahaha."

Zhao Luo couldn't help but laugh at Feng Ma's naiveness.

'If I had a day, just a day to learn the bullet fist, then just with it, I would have defeated this guy.'

Zhao Luo reckoned but he didn't say it out loud as there was no reason to talk about all of his future arsenals here.

During the time, Zhao Luo and Feng Ma talked to each other, the crowd of spectating disciples around them had increased by twofold.

"Was that laugh, your last attack?"

Feng Ma questioned Zhao Luo and proceeded to laugh.

"Hahaha-" *Cough*

Feng Ma wheezed and looked at Zhao Luo.

"I can do it too."

Feng Ma looked around and continued.

"If you are done, let's get off the stage together."

Telling this to Zhao Luo, Feng Ma looked quite nervous and was eager to leave the stage as more disciples surrounded the stage.

"I am not done, but if you can survive this attack then I will admit that you are my equal."

Zhao Luo confidently answered Feng Ma.

Hearing Zhao Luo's confident tone had piqued Feng Ma's interest.

"Okay. Deal!"

Feng Ma nodded and took a sip from his wine flask.

'Gulp.'

"Ahhh, being drunk and drinking more in that condition is the best feeling everE AT ME BROTHER."

Feng Ma was intoxicated to such an extent that the wobbly action of his feet had reached the limit.

His legs looked like they were on vibration.

Zhao Luo closed his eyes and remembered a technique.

A movent technique.

"Flash Step, First Walk."

Zhao Luo murmured.

Following the sequence of First Walk, Zhao Luo was going to use Half Walk.

Zhao Luo used as much force he could gather, on his legs.

He then raised his ankle while lifting his heels from the stage.

'What?'

This action confused even the wobbling drunkard, Feng Ma.

Zhao Luo pushed down his toes and gathered all the force on the phalanges of his toes.

"Half Walk."

Zhao Luo mumbled.

The next instant he disappeared from his spot.

The distance between Zhao Luo and Feng Ma was around 4 steps, which is even less than five meters.

SCREE~

THUD!

Feng Ma could only see a shadow of Zhao Luo coming at him.

Zhao Luo who had used Half Step grabbed Feng Ma with his arm then dragged him back to the edge of the stage.

While letting him hang on the edge, Zhao Luo grabbed the collar of Feng Ma's robe in his hand.

"So, is this a draw?"

Zhao Luo asked Feng Ma with a smile on his face as a sweat bead ran down his face.

"I-i...i-i"

Feng Ma stuttered while being unable to grasp the situation.

"H-how did you do that?"

Feng Ma was shocked by Zhao Luo's speed.

"It's a...."

Zhao Luo stopped as he looked at the excited eyes of Feng Ma.

'Is he really asking me that while being a step away from his loss?'

Zhao Luo realized that the drunkard was actually even more excited than Zhao Luo, himself.

"It's a secret."

Thud!

Zhao Luo whispered in Feng Ma's ear and loosened the grip of his hand on the collar of Feng Ma's robe, dropping him out of the stage.

Surrounded by hundreds of disciples and feeling their gazes in this silent moment as the rain fell on him, Zhao Luo couldn't help but feel as if he was standing on top of a summit.

Rumble~

Another thundering sound enveloped the training zone, letting the disciples break away from the awed state they were in, after witnessing Zhao Luo's speed.

"Clap!"

"Clap!"

Multiple 'Claps' sounded around the stage Zhao Luo was on.

Standing there, on the stage alone, Zhao Luo absorbed all the cheers of the spectators.

'Tap.'

'Thud!'

Zhao Luo jumped down from the stage and landed next to Feng Ma whose face was absorbing the essence of the earth.

The crowd around the stage was gradually dispersing as the disciples couldn't hold the boiling excitement inside them.

In groups of two, the disciples jumped on the empty stages all around the training zone.

"Are you okay?"

Zhao Luo asked Feng Ma as he extended his hand towards him.

Feng Ma had his covering on the side of his head while he digested the result of the fight.

'I was too arrogant.'

Feng Ma thought as he moved aside his arms from his head and looked at Zhao Luo's hand.

'Clap.'

Zhao Luo smiled as Feng Ma grabbed his hand and allowed Zhao Luo to pull him up.

"Here we go."

Zhao Luo helped him up and found Feng Ma's eyes to be avoiding him.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Luo questioned him.

"I am sorry, brother. I joked about your..."

Feng Ma glanced at Zhao Luo's third leg leaving him speechless.

"Obviously, I knew you were joking. Haha."

Zhao Luo laughed as he patted Feng Ma's shoulder.

'Can't tell him that even I don't know my limit.'

Zhao Luo nodded his head upon coming over this decision.

"So brother, what was that last technique that you had used?"

Feng Ma asked while rubbing his hand.

"That..."

Zhao Luo smiled while moving closer to him.