Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Zhao Luo looked at the smiling Pi Hao.

'Why is he thanking me?'

He wondered as he found Pi Hao staring down looking at his hands.

The number of times Zhao Luo had fought could be counted on the fingers of his hands.

All the fights he had shared a similarity.

And that similarity was his opponent being weaker than him and even if they were close to Zhao Luo's level, they were only able to push him to his limits.

Thus he had never surpassed his limits in any of his few fights.

Contrary to Zhao Luo, Pi Hao had already lost the battle of fists in both power and tenacity, yet the moment he gave up, his burning emotions that declined his defeat, helped him in breaking through his limits, leaving Zhao Luo in confusion.

Pi Hao knew that he had reached the expert level in Metal Fist Technique.

As he focused on his arms, a shade of grey and blue was visible on his hands.

'Before I could only use the Water Metal Fist but now I can easily switch between the metal core and water core before my fist touches the target while also using the 'hardened water palm' without any restrictions.'

Pi Hao understood the new limits of his abilities.

The Metal Water technique was based on the principle of the characteristic of two different cores combined as one.

A hard reflecting metallic core and a soft absorbing water core.

[ Water Metal Fist ]

The fist attack that Pi Hao had been using before helped him in not only absorbing the power of Zhao Luo's fists but also deflecting that power before it reached his wrist, thus letting Pi Hao block a fist that could put giant dents on a tungsten mountain.

Now Pi Hao was at the expert level of Metal Water technique that is gaining deep insight into his technique and new limits.

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Zhao Luo looked at Pi Hao who had been staring at his fists for a few seconds after thanking him and was baffled while he wondered if this fight would resume or not.

'Should I give him a surprise attack?'

Zhao Luo thought but shook his head right after that.

It wasn't like Zhao Luo was a person who didn't like fighting in a sneaky manner but instead, this fight with Pi Hao was a fight that had started because of a misunderstanding on Pi Hao's side thus Zhao Luo slowly opened his mouth rather than going at Pi Hao who was lost in his thoughts.

"Hey. Are you going to keep on standing there like a statue? Or Have you given up since you are thankful to me?"

'For some reason!'

Zhao Luo questioned Pi Hao. There was no trembling in his tone showing that he wasn't joking when he asked Pi Hao if Pi Hao had given up on the fight.

"No, since I have thanked you for something then I should show you what that gratitude was all about!"

Pi Hao said with a grin on his face.

His confidence had shot by a mile after reaching the expert level of Metal Water Technique.

'If I don't try against a guy like you then it would be meaningless.'

Pi Hao had decided on continuing the fight otherwise where else would he find a disciple similar to his level whose expertise is also similar to him that is the fist technique.

"Then Come."

Zhao Luo told Pi Hao as he was getting tired while waiting for him.

"AHHHHHH~"

Pi Hao jumped at Zhao Luo while releasing a heavy roar.

"Good."

Zhao Luo complimented Pi Hao's spirit which showed that Pi Hao was just getting started.

"But that goes for me too."

Zhao Luo mumbled.

He pulled back his right fist.

Right at the moment, when Pi Hao's fist reached Zhao Luo,

'Whoooosh.'

Zhao Luo threw his fist at Pi Hao's oncoming attack using his tactic on him.

"Metal Water Fist."

Pi Hao shouted once again right before his fist touched Zhao Luo's fist.

This attack of Pi Hao was different than his previous attack which was the Water Metal Fist.

Since the cores were changed thus the power of the fist changed along with it making it an extremely offensive attack like Zhao Luo's explosive fist.

"Bang!"

"BOOM."

The moment both fists touched, a sound was released on their collision and another blasting sound from Pi Hao's fist followed the 'Bang!' caused by the collision.

Both fists were stopped as if announcing a draw of this momentary collision.

Pi Hao who was hoping to overpower Zhao Luo's fist was slightly shocked by the result that he couldn't push back Zhao Luo's fist not even by an inch while also realizing that this attack of Zhao Luo was quite different than all of his previous ones.

The next instant Pi Hao felt his arm tremble while he was looking at Zhao Luo's handsome face.

Zhao Luo slowly opened his mouth.

"Calming Fist."

Zhao Luo's sound entered Pi Hao's ear as he heard a cracking sound from the bones in his arm.

"Even if you can block the power of my fist head-on, there is no way you can block the destructive energy of my calming fist that lied dormant in you for an instant."

Zhao Luo told Pi Hai who was backing as he held his right arm with his left hand.

"Agh."

Pi Hao let out a tragic groan showing how much pain he was in.

'Drip, Drip.'

His blood fell to the stage drop after drop as there was a tear around his elbow clearly showing that his joint was more or less fuc-wrecked. 

"If you had such an attack, why didn't you use it before?"

Pi Hao complained while shouting at Zhao Luo.

'Tap, Tap.'

"Hah, why would I show all of my cards to my opponent?"

Zhao Luo shrugged as he walked towards Pi Hao whose eyes shook.

"I can't feel it."

Pi Hao mumbled while Zhao Luo closed in on him.

He was talking about his right arm as it went numb because the amount of blood loss had already exceeded the limit that Pi Hao could be careless about.

"Just admit defeat."

'Tap, Tap.'

Zhao Luo who stopped three feet away from Pi Hao said to him.

"Admit Defeat?"

Pi Hao's sight shook again.