Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Each of Zhao Luo's fists ripped apart the space but the moment they closed in on Xiao Yu's body, all of them were blocked and deflected by his palm, and the force of those fists was sent back at Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo pushed down his legs and kept on throwing his fists at Xiao Yu without giving up.

Each second, more than twenty fists were being blocked by Xiao Yu.

The spectator around the Colosseum was silent as they moved forward on their seats so they could just a closer look at this fight.

To them, it looked like two people who had more than 20 arms were fighting.

As the speed of Zhao Luo's fist was just that fast but the palms of Xiao Yu came at the same speed thus an illusion was created for those who couldn't differentiate between each fist and palm.

Zhao Luo who was still throwing fists at Xiao Yu looked amazed.

'He is only defending. Can he go even faster?'

Zhao Luo realized that Xiao Yu hadn't thrown a single attack at him since they had clashed thus giving Zhao Luo the idea that Xiao Yu was going easy on him.

'No way.'

Zhao Luo didn't believe it and intentionally slowed down his fists.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

All of his fists were still being deflected no matter where he threw them.

'His palms have slowed down.'

"Hmph."

Understanding that Xiao Yu was playing with him, Zhao Luo changed the planes his fists were in.

"Calming Fist."

The moments his fists were going to reach Xiao Yu's body, he knew that Xiao Yu would bring his palm in the way of his fists suddenly, thus Zhao Luo dissipated all the strength.

'Tap.'

Xiao Yu had tapped his right palm on Zhao Luo's fist but the moment he felt Zhao Luo's fist he jerked his palm thus pulling his arm back.

"Did it work?"

Zhao Luo took three steps back and looked at Xiao Yu.

"Interesting."

Xiao Yu said with a smile as he did indeed block Zhao Luo's attack but couldn't deflect the force behind it.

"Nothing happened."

Zhao Luo felt confused while looking at Xiao Yu's face.

"Others would be screaming by now yet you are smiling."

"Weirdo."

Zhao Luo commented on Xiao Yu's actions.

This forced Xiao Yu to look at Zhao Luo with anger.

"I have only used two palm styles of my 8 palm technique but if you keep on making me ang-"

"Ah, so what?"

Zhao Luo interrupted Xiao Yu while giving a light shrug thus showing him about how much he cared for his technique and his anger.

"I have not even gotten started yet."

Zhao Luo told Xiao Yi with a confident voice.

'I still haven't used my bullet fist and this guy dares to be arrogant.'

Zhao Luo thought in his head and shook his head at Xiao Yu's acting.

"Hmph then let me show you those palm styles. Come!"

Xiao Yu said to Zhao Luo in a loud voice while curving his right palm inwards.

"Haha."

Zhao Luo unconsciously let out a little laugh.

He hadn't even imagined that a fight that had started with him being angry at the other disciple's arrogant behavior was giving him an unknown feeling of enjoyment.

Zhao Luo lowered his body, as he pulled back his arms.

'Clench.'

Zhao Luo tightened his fists and raised his heels.

"Half walk."

'WOOSH.'

Zhao Luo disappeared from his place.

Most of the disciples were standing in front of their seats as they focused on this fight.

Other fights were going on the stage too but only this one was something different.

Zhao Luo blinked from his previous spot and appeared right in front of Xiao Yu who had his palms clasped together.

"BULLET-"

Right when Zhao Luo was bringing his right fist towards Xiao Yu, he saw Xiao Yu's left palm breaking away from his right palm and coming towards his neck.

"Life Palm."

"- Fist."

"BOOOM!"

A loud resounding blast happened in the middle of the stage where both Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu were.

The reason was their attacks and a cloud of dust had been raised.

-

Before they had attacked, on the side of Feng Ma, Si Chen, and Pi Hao, the three had finally eliminated the level eight 'VIII' bow user with joint effort.

The three were rejoicing when they saw the elder who was on the podium vanishing from his place.

-

As the dust settled.

The spectators saw an old man sandwiched in the middle of Xiao Yu and Zhao Luo's attack.

The elder had stopped Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu's attack before either of their attacks could hit each other.

In his right hand, Xiao Yu's palm was trapped while in his left hand, Zhao Luo's bullet fist was stuck.

"He stopped my attack."

Both said at the same time as their respect for this elder increased.

But as they looked ahead of the elder's hands and arms, they found his robe ripped from different areas and couldn't help but let their eyes rot as their sight had fallen on something that they shouldn't be seeing.

The elder released their hands and vanished from there again.

He appeared on the podium with a brand new robe that hid all of his weary parts.

The elder looked at the Sect Leader, the Second Elder, and the Third Elder.

[ These disciples are your last hundred ]

The elder said in a loud voice after he shifted his gaze at the crowd sitting in the spectator's area of the Colosseum.

[ PLEASE WELCOME THE HUNDRED CHALLENGERS WHO HAVE SURVIVED THE OPEN BATTLE ]

The elder waved his hands at the hundred disciples who were left on the giant stage.

This caused them to raise their fists towards the sky as their arms wobbled because of the tiring and painful experience on the stage.

"Woah~"

"WOW"

"GOO~~~"

The crowd erupted with cheers while some people had a sour look on their faces as they looked at Zhao Luo surviving this Open Battle while showing his top-class abilities.

Zhao Luo didn't care about anything else as his eyes were only fixed on Xiao Yu.

"You are very lucky."

Zhao Luo said to him in all seriousness.

"Your neck is the lucky one here."

Xiao Yu replied with the same tone.