Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Seeing that Xiao Yu was smirking, Zhao Luo knew that Xiao Yu had done this intentionally.

"He didn't only steal my target, but also waited for the moment when I was going to challenge him. What a smooth bastard."

Zhao Luo mumbled as he glared at Xiao Yu.

[ Everyone has already announced who they are challenging except you. Please choose the one you want to challenge ]

The Elder from on top of the podium spoke to Zhao Luo.

He was urging Zhao Luo to announce the one he wanted to challenge to keep the audience attracted to the fight since Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu were the best of the hundred disciples.

'Nod.'

Zhao Luo nodded to the elder's concern by quickly pointing at the disciple who ranked second amongst these nine hundred disciples.

Both Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu were challenging the second and first of the nine hundred disciples.

This made the spectators extremely intrigued as they would have never imagined such a thing to happen.

Many disciples who were from the inner hall were also very intrigued by the prowess of Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu.

The upper rows of the Colosseum area where the Sect Leader and the two elders were seated, was also full as the inner disciples of the Xin Sect were seated here.

Many of the disciples had a bronze badge over their chest while the badges only showed that they were at the first 'I', second 'II', and third 'III' levels. Leaving them aside some disciples weren't equipped with their badges.

On the fifth row of this side, four disciples, three of them being in the 'III' level, while one didn't have a badge, were discussing something.

One of them said while looking at the stage.

"Directly challenging the top disciples when you are just newbies? Arrogant."

The other squinted his eyes and glanced at the right side and the left.

"They are the top disciples but not the top hundred. Does it even matter who they challenge?"

This inner disciple was talking about Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu.

"They may be newbies but they don't stand behind the top 100 disciples in any way. Especially that Xiao Yu, he could easily be in the top 50."

The second inner disciple continued.

The guy next to him also opened his mouth.

"Indeed. That Zhao Luo could also reach the rank of fifty's along with Xiao Yu."

The third guy gave his statement.

The last one who was looking at the giant stage suddenly erupted with evil laughter.

"HaHaHaHaHa."

'Clap.'

Then suddenly while laughing, he slapped himself and hid his face behind his hands.

"Brother Zi Fei, are you alright?"

The second inner disciple asked the one who was laughing.

"They both will enter the top ten."

Zi Fei said in a confident tone.

It shocked the three disciples as they heard Brother Zi Fei's cold voice passing out of his hands after coming out of his mouth.

Zi Fei removed his hands and his eyes were curved as though he was in an unmeasurable bliss while he looked at Zhao Luo.

His mouth had a creepy smile on his face as his body trembled.

'I can't wait.'

Zi Fei thought as he continued staring at Zhao Luo.

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Back on the stage, Zhao Luo looked at the disciple who had walked on the stage.

While he also couldn't help but glance at the stage next to him.

'I hope he loses.'

Zhao Luo wished as he glanced at Xiao Yu, but that is when a voice entered his ear.

"Zhao Luo, right?"

The disciples in front of him spoke slowly yet perfectly.

'Nod.'

Zhao Luo nodded at the disciple as he was indeed Zhao Luo.

"I am Ti An. Let me tell you something, you may have defeated some level eight 'VIII' disciples but how long do you they have been in the Outer Hall? Just one year."

Ti An introduced himself but right after that, he questioned Zhao Luo without letting him answer.

Zhao Luo shook his head and slowly opened his mouth.

"Who asked?"

He said to Ti An while looking with cold eyes.

"Ah, Arrogant One."

Ti An tried to belittle Zhao Luo but suddenly he widened his eyes as Zhao Luo wasn't in his spot anymore and just a low sound was left behind.

"Mini Walk."

Ti An looked ahead but couldn't find Zhao Luo but then,

'Tap.'

"Am I arrogant?"

Zhao Luo's question entered through Ti An's left ear.

'Mini Walk.'

Zhao Luo used his mini walk again at the same time Ti An had a jump scare as he looked at his left just to see that Zhao Luo wasn't there anymore.

Zhao Luo was right in front of Ti An.

He pulled his left fist back to the extreme and then released it towards Ti An's stomach.

"Explosive Fist."

Zhao Luo mumbled as the next instant Ti An could only see Zhao Luo's fist sinking in his body. 

"Boom."

Ti An was sent flying as his eyes remained opened and wide.

'What?'

With just a single question in his mind which was flooded with the sensation of pain that Ti An could feel from his stomach, he was thrown out of the stage.

'Thud!'

Ti An fell headfirst on the ground and immediately lost consciousness.

"Hmph. Who is the arrogant one now?"

Zhao Luo said to him but Ti An wasn't awake to answer Zhao Luo's question anymore.

'Woooh.'

The spectators erupted with loud noise as they were looking at his fight with full focus.

Zhao Luo turned his head to look at how Xiao Yu was faring.

"As expected."

Zhao Luo said as he found the disciple, who was the first among the nine hundred, sleeping on the stage.

Zhao Luo squinted his eyes and found that on the neck of the defeated disciple, there was a big red mark as though someone had whipped his neck.

"He must have hit him with that palm strike."

Zhao Luo thought of the last palm of Xiao Yu that was blocked by the elder on the podium.

Xiao Yu glanced towards Zhao Luo and their eyes met.

Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu squinted their eyes as though they were shooting invisible lasers at each other.