Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Si Chen's eyes shook, since this time his reason to challenge Wei Ban wasn't only because he wanted to prove himself to his brothers and get the 60th rank but also because he wanted to get revenge for his previous loss to Wei Ban a year ago.

"I have changed."

Si Chen said while not answering Wei Ban's question and mockery.

"Changed?", Wei Ban looked at Si Chen in confusion.

"Hahahahaha."

He started laughing to show that he didn't give a single fuck about Si Chen's change.

Si Chen closed his eyes and slowly backed to the point where this change started.

A time, on the Sara Desert, when Si Chen was on a mission with Rose, even though he was at the third level, Si Chen found out that there was a person who was stronger than him when he hadn't even joined a Sect.

It was like going to a school and then get outsmarted by a street thug.

But due to the turns of the event, that person and he shared a lot of memories and now that person was his big brother.

The lapse of images of the recent past lasted only for a moment, and then Si Chen opened his eyes to look at Wei Ban.

"Have you laughed enough?"

'Fwish.'

Si Chen questioned him as he brought out his golden sword, Chen's family treasured sword.

'Thuh.'

Wei Ban turned his face and spitted on the side on the side of the stage.

"I will continue it after defeating you."

'Fwish.'

Wei Ban also took out a dark blue spear as he lowered his body.

Noticing that both fighters had brought out their weapons, the elder opened his mouth.

[ Start ]

He instructed as both Si Chen and Wei Ban jumped at each other.

'Clang.'

In mid-air, they struck each other with their weapons.

Si Chen blocked the spear tip with the sharp side of his and deflected it around him as he and Wei Ban moved past each other.

'Thud.'

The both of them landed on the stage at the exact time with their backs turned towards each other.

"You have gotten better."

Wei Ban said with a smile that was not seen by Si Chen and then swiftly turned around to use a sneak attack on Si Chen.

He twisted his hand which held the spear as he turned around to struck Si Chen with the tip of his spear but Si Chen was, a move ahead of Wei Ban.

"Ahhhh."

With a shout, he had already jumped back at Wei Ban.

Si Chen was bringing his sword down on Wei Ban as he descended on him with full force.

'Shit.'

Wei Ban internally cursed as his aim was on an empty spot since Si Chen had already jumped at him, thus he stopped his movements and brought the metallic length of his spear in the way of Si Chen's sword.

On the side, Zhao Luo was completely focused on the fight of his disciple brother.

"He won't be able to block my brother's sword."

Zhao Luo mumbled as this could be Si Chen's opportunity to become the pressing side in this fight.

'Clang.'

While Zhao Luo was commenting on the clash, Si Chen's sword fell on Wei Ban's spear.

'Shwaaa.'

Wei Ban was dragged along backward as he tried to stop Si Chen's sword.

In the end, he did stop the sword from falling on him and jerked his spear to push Si Chen back.

'He stopped my attack...'

"You haven't changed at all. Trying to use sneaky attacks even though you are stronger. Shameless."

Si Chen said to Wei Ban with a disgusted look on his face when he was the one who was two steps ahead of Wei Ban.

'Tap.'

"Haha, your skills have indeed changed but not as much as your tongue."

Wei Ban replied after slowly touching the flat end of his spear on the stage.

"It's all thanks to my drunk friend."

Si Chen didn't even give it a thought as the short week he had to spend with Feng Ma had definitely changed his turned into one of the sharpest swords anyone could get.

From the side, Feng Ma looked at Si Chen with wide eyes, since Si Chen was talking in a loud voice.

Even though others didn't know who his drunk friend was, Feng Ma knew since he was that "drunk friend".

"Is he talking bad about me?"

Feng Ma mumbled while raising his brows.

"No. He is complimenting you!"

Zhao Luo answered Feng Ma's wondering.

'Nod.'

"GO SI CHEN. DEFEAT THAT HEADBAND FOOL."

Feng Ma shouted at the top of his lungs.

'How can I not cheer for my friend when he is praising me???'

Feng Ma shook his head and kept on repeating his cheerful chants.

On the stage, Si Chen and Wei Ban who had stopped momentarily were in an awkward situation.

Si Chen felt a little embarrassed since Feng Ma started shouting while dancing like a monkey.

On the other hand, Wei Ban was infinitely close to blowing up.

Wei Ban whose face was turning a little red after being called a headband fool looked at Feng Ma, the source of this offending cheer.

"Hey, little bastard. I will kill you after I defeat this little brother."

Wei Ban shouted at him while pointing his spear towards Feng Ma, which caused him to shut up.

'Whoosh.'

"And how will you defeat me?"

Si Chen shouted at Wei Ban as he ran at him.

Si Chen pulled his sword backward at his chest height and then brought his sword forward at a lower angle while slicing through the space around it.

"Chen Family Sword Style, Third Sword: Horizontal Slash."

Si Chen's sword which was in his right hand was coming from his left to right as it moved towards Wei Ban.

'Hmph.'

Wei Ban also pulled his spear back instantly and lowered his body by bending his knees.

After lowing his center of gravity, he shoved his spear upwards as he aimed it towards Si Chen's sword.

"Wei Family Spear Technique, Spear Heart: Rising Dragon."