Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Zhao Luo who instantly closed the windows to his soul, had his hands clasped in front of him.

The back of Zhao Luo's hands looked swollen and had a fiery glow while the part where his knuckles were looked thicker but had a mysterious sharpness embodied in them.

Zhao Luo hadn't realized such changes as he was completely focused on recovering for the last round.

His apparitions had also completed their 99th turn and were recovering along with Zhao Luo.

It was like the chaotic battlefield that had been continuing in the dark space for more than 18 hours had ended abruptly.

With the last turn remaining, Zhao Luo who should have been eager to finish it looked calmer than usual.

'No need to hurry.'

Zhao Luo thought oppressively.

The force of his thought was signaled to all of his apparations who were also recovering.

After a few minutes, Zhao Luo who had been silently breathing opened his eyes and started pulling in air.

"Huffffff"

After inhaling to the limit, Zhao Luo released all the captured breath.

"Ahhh."

As he exhaled, Zhao Luo got up.

Even though he tried his best to keep himself calm as he closed in on the end of the Explosive Fist Plane, but Zhao Luo couldn't as he felt his heart thumping loudly.

Zhao Luo clenched his fist and stepped towards the dark grey mountain.

"Mini Walk!"

Zhao Luo said two words lightly and slightly lowered his body.

'Tap, Tap.'

 in a few steps, he blinked from his earlier spot and appeared in front of the mountain.

"I have gotten better."

Zhao Luo praised himself.

Mini Step was an efficient version of half walk.

An upgrade of his Half Walk.

Before Zhao Luo was able to move a distance of around 8 meters but that was his limit.

Another limitation of Half Walk was that Zhao Luo could use his Half Walk in a linear position but now the 'Mini Walk' which was an improvement of the straight technique, allowed Zhao Luo to appear in a radius of 3 meters, wherever he intended.

He could use it multiple times while keeping the distance short. 

This control started increasing after the 70th turn when Zhao Luo realized that he could freely shorten the distance that he was covering with Half Walk by lowering the number of toes he was using for this technique.

Then he realized another thing which proved to him that this Mini Walk was indeed an improved version of Half Walk.

"There is no strain on my legs."

Zhao Luo said as he started shaking his head to focus on the task at hand.

Bang!

Bang!

Zhao Luo's apparitions had already started throwing their fists at the mountain.

Zhao Luo glanced at them and then looked back at the mountain with his palm brushing over the 'dark grey with a red shade' surface of the mountain.

'This is where I have thrown more than a million punches."

Zhao Luo said with calm eyes.

A fire could be seen rising in his eyes.

The fire was the embodiment of his desire to achieve the Explosive Fist Plane.

Seeing the still fine surface of the mountain, Zhao Luo's desire to enter the explosive fist plane grew even more.

He couldn't wait to destroy this mountain.

Zhao Luo pulled his hand back and closed it to make a fist.

Doing the same to his other hand, Zhao Luo was ready to start his last turn.

"Huff."

Taking a breather, he pulled his right fist further back.

Then.

'Whoosh.'

Following a space cutting sound, Zhao Luo's fist moved towards the mountain.

BANG!

BANG!

Two sounds echoed out in the tenth part of the second, but Zhao Luo had thrown his fists four times in that tiny split of a second.

Zhao Luo with a sharp look in his eyes gazed straight at the contact point on the surface of the mountain while throwing these explosive punches.

After four minutes, Zhao Luo's demeanor had changed from calm and partially eager to that of an angry person. 

"AHHH!"

BANG!

BANG!

Zhao Luo would shout after hundreds or so punches to keep the momentum going.

With a loud shout and hundreds of punches coming after it, the 100th turn was truly an extremely torturous round for him.

There were two reasons behind this.

First, his speed and power had exceeded even what he was expecting and that of any practitioner even if they were above Zhao Luo's level.

Zhao Luo was throwing around 40 punches a second.

That was 20 punches with each arm in a second.

Secondly, his endurance had increased to an absurd level after punching like a mad dog for 99 turns straight.

Just the last turn, he had been punching almost like this turn and still had to go on for 9 minutes or so while bearing a pain that was next to unbearable even for him.

Only then he was able to finish his 99th turn.

"AHHHHH~"

Zhao Luo shouted again as he threw his fists at the mountain.

BANG!

BANG!

The whole dark space was once again reversed back to a chaotic battlefield.

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Three minutes later, Zhao Luo's apparitions moved back from the mountain.

Their black fists were swollen like melons.

The bones in their hands had already been shattered to countless pieces.

Thus showing the sign of their 100th turn ending.

They all sat down and started recovering.

A minute later after a hundred or so, punching sounds which echoed loudly like a 'BANG!', Zhao Luo had also completed the last round.

He looked back, and started moving away from the mountain.

Zhao Luo didn't try to recover, even though he was exhausted to the point of collapsing but he still forcefully held himself up and walked towards his apparitions.

"Ab-absorb!"

Zhao Luo mumbled.

Just one command caused all of his apparitions to mix, creating a dark gigantic shadow that seeped inside Zhao Luo, through his mouth.

These apparitions had definitely improved by leaps and bounds but they hadn't recovered yet.

Without caring about their recovery, Zhao Luo had already absorbed them.

"Assimilate."

Zhao Luo thought while standing on his spot.

'This is it. I did it.'

Zhao Luo congratulated himself as the assimilation process was still ongoing, that is, a process similar to digestion was taking place inside him.

The apparitions were the food source here.

During assimilation, Zhao Luo felt strange.

His eyes rolled up and he started shivering.

"Gahhh, Whattt?"

Zhao Luo cried out as his body shivered even more intensely.