Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Feng Ma and Si Chen were the ones knocking on the door.

"HAAAH~"

The moment Zhao Luo opened the door, they couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"Brother, What took you so long to open this door? Now tell me, all the things, you who was alone and as handsome as me did in this room for the past week?"

Feng Ma asked Zhao Luo and Si Chen shook his head in embarrassment.

"What is this clown saying?"

Si Chen wondered as he looked at Feng Ma who was inspecting the room like a dog.

"Where are you hiding the girls?"

Feng Ma questioned Zhao Luo again with a smirk as he brought his drunk face close to Zhao Luo.

"Huh.."

Zhao Luo was hit with the strong smell of wine coming out of Feng Ma's mouth and had to cover his nose.

'The jokes of this drunk brother are getting too heavy for me.'

Zhao Luo mumbled as he smiled back at Feng Ma and didn't mind him.

Zhao Luo looked at Si Chen who was slowly opening his mouth to say something.

"The tournament is already on the second part, that's why we were knocking on your door so furiously."

"The second part."

Zhao Luo murmured while remembering what Senior Cutie had told him.

"Isn't the second part of the tournament where the 900 disciples challenge each other for ranking?"

Zhao Luo questioned Si Chen while Feng Ma was taking out a wine flask from his storage ring.

"Yes, it may be going on for now but it will end soon so we should hurry to the training zone. We can't miss the last part of the tournament."

Si Chen advised Zhao Luo while informing him of the fact that they would be late for the last part of the tournament.

"Yes, we can't."

'Fwoosh.'

While saying so Zhao Luo snatched away the wine flask from Feng Ma.

"Stay sober now so you can get drunk later."

Zhao Luo told Feng Ma with a grin.

'HIC.'

Feng Ma while hiccuping nodded.

He knew what Zhao Luo was telling him.

"I will let myself loose..."

Feng Ma said as he stood back straight.

"I am just a little nervous, hehe."

Feng Ma told Zhao Luo while giving a creepy laugh.

"No need to be nervous. I will be there with you."

'Tap.'

Zhao Luo assured Feng Ma while patting his shoulder.

"Let's go."

Zhao Luo said to them and thus he made his way to the training zone, with Si Chen and Feng Ma.

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In a few minutes, Zhao Luo and the others had left the living zone and they were in the hall making their way towards the red door.

Since they had left Zhao Luo's room, Si Chen had been informing Zhao Luo of many incidents regarding the first part of the tournament.

The first thing that Zhao Luo had learned was still stuck in his brain.

"So Senior Cutie lost to Mo Suo."

Zhao Luo mumbled again for the fourth time.

"Not only him, but seven other seniors were also barely able to defeat him."

Feng Ma added as he could hear Zhao Luo's mumbling.

"But wasn't Senior Cutie the previous King of the Outer Hall?"

Zhao Luo couldn't help but ask.

This defeat of Senior Cutie only meant that he had been surpassed by seven fellow disciples after reigning at the top just once.

"No, the seven actually played it smart."

Feng Ma replied while fiery anger was blowing in his eyes.

"How so?"

Zhao Luo couldn't believe that his senior could have been played.

"When the first part of the tournament was ending, the top ten outer disciples were silent. None of them had used their chances as they waited for one of them to start the challenges between them."

Si Chen started recalling the tournament.

"But then Senior Cutie got up and challenged Mo Suo for the number one rank which started everything between these ten outer disciples."

"He was defeated by Mo Suo and had surrendered but since Senior Cutie was acquainted with you, Mo Suo intentionally used a life-threatening move to injure Senior Cutie."

Si Chen's tone turned heavy and dark as he told Zhao Luo, the start of Senior Cutie's fall.

"That bastard."

Zhao Luo clenched his fist while running along with Si Chen and Feng Ma.

"Right after he had left the ring to recuperate from his injuries, he was challenged by the third-ranked outer disciple."

"What? Did senior decline?"

Zhao Luo questioned.

Since he knew that Senior Cutie had lost against seven disciples leaving out Mo Suo, that alone showed how Senior Cutie had either admitted defeat without fighting or had fought to the bitter end.

"No, he fought the disciple till the end. But those cunning bastards kept on coming after him one by one."

Si Chen told Zhao Luo through clenched jaws as he remembered the bloodied sight of Senior Cutie.

"But even after losing eight times, the senior Cutie still holds the ninth rank through sheet will."

Feng Ma told the bright side of Senior Cutie's fall in this tournament.

"What a guy."

Zhao Luo couldn't find the right words to praise the bald senior of his.

"What about Big Bean?"

Zhao Luo asked Feng Ma who was on his right.

"His turn had come when the second part of the tournament had started. Big Bean had successfully advanced to the 48th rank. But All three of his chances ended at the hands of the disciple who holds the rank 13 in the outer disciple ranking."

"I see. He must have stubbornly tried to beat his enemy."

Zhao Luo replied as he knew how Big Bean was.

Images of Senior Cutie and Big Bean popped up in his head.

And then the red door appeared in front of his eyes.

It was the opposite of that.

Zhao Luo with Feng Ma and Si Chen had reached the door of the Training Zone.

"My excitement is going off the roof."

Feng Ma told Si Chen while pulling his robe.

"Hey.."

Si Chen said loudly as he pulled back the part of his robe that was in Feng Ma's hand.

"Hahaha."

Zhao Luo chuckled while looking at his disciple brother's acting like little kids when such a big stage was waiting for them.

"Let's enter."

Zhao Luo said to them after which he moved inside the training zone after going past the red door.

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Inside the training zone, the crowd had already exceeded well beyond the limit of the zone's capacity.

Many of the inner disciples were here to study the disciples who would be joining them in the future.

Zhao Luo, Feng Ma, and Si Chen passed through such a crowd and went towards the middle area of the training zone.

Passing the square rings one after another, they reached an insanely humongous colosseum.

'"Woah."

"WOW."

"GO."

"Ahhhh."

Standing outside the colosseum, Zhao Luo could hear everything, from screams to cheers to groans, and just to confirm, he looked at Si Chen.

"Is the tournament happening in there?"

He asked Si Chen with furrowed brows.

"Yes."

"I need wine."

Feng Ma interrupted as even though he looked like a guy who had no care of the World but going to fight in front of such a crowd was frightening for him.

"Hehe, you just need this..."

'Slap.'

Zhao Luo slapped his back with less than a quarter of his power as right when Zhao Luo's palm touched his back, Feng Ma's eyes widened.

"Brother, a-are you trying to kill me before the fight?"

Feng Ma asked Zhao Luo as he rubbed his back with his left hand.

"It feels like someone had thrown a burning metal on my back."

Feng Ma told Si Chen.

"But my nervousness is gone and neither am I frightened anymore, heh."

He continued while waving his head at Zhao Luo, that is, telling him to give a 'Zhao Luo's slap' to Si Chen too.

Zhao Luo proceeded at Si Chen with a grin on his face.

"No brother, I am ok-"

'SLAP.'

Before Si Chen could complete what he was saying, Zhao Luo's hand landed on his back.

"Aghh."

Si Chen groaned as his whole body was shaken to the core.

But the burning pain lasted less than a minute as he clenched his fists and felt a strange power coursing through his body.

"I feel good?"

Si Chen questioningly told Zhao Luo and Feng Ma.

"That is why I told you to take brother's slap."

Feng Ma replied as he saw something coming at him.

'Thud!'

He grabbed it and it was his wine flask that Zhao Luo had thrown just now.

"Thank you!"

Feng Ma slightly bowed his head towards Zhao Luo.

"Where do we go in from?"

Zhao Luo nodded and asked a question.

There were two doors in front of them.

Each one of the doors was 200 feet tall but still looked ten times smaller than the colosseum itself.

"The left is for the spectators while the right is for the participants."

Si Chen answered and found Zhao Luo moving towards the right.

"The sound of cheers has died down so we should hurry."

"The second part of the tournament must have ended."

Zhao Luo said and Feng Ma added.

The three then passed through the big door on the right.