Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Wei Ban was aiming to get his spear back and he had already achieved his aim.

While Feng Ma stared at him, he slowly grabbed his spear tail with his hand.

'Kachang.'

He pulled out his spear from the ground of the stage and pointed it in Feng Ma's direction.

"I am going to at least give you two more holes before sending you off the stage. You monkey."

Wei Ban said with a threatening gaze as he started spinning his spear on his fingertips, showing his control over his weapon.

"This isn't a circus. Come at me."

Feng Ma also looked serious.

'If only I wasn't fooling around. I should have countered his offense earlier.'

Feng Ma shook his head as this fight would be getting harder for him now.

'Gulp, Gulp.'

Feng Ma's seriousness disappeared as he took a sip of his wine.

Wei Ban starting moving towards Feng Ma, step by step 

"I won't fall for your trickery this time."

"Trickery? This is my Technique. Not some low-level tricks that you use with your spear."

Feng Ma refuted Wei Ban's words as he also tried to hit back at his spear technique.

"What? You dare call the Wei Family Spear Technique, a Trick. I will kill you."

Wei Ban changed his decision of letting off Feng Ma with a few extra holes as his rage exploded.

"Keke."

Feng Ma laughed as his plan to make Wei Ban agitated had succeeded.

Wei Ban rushed at Feng Ma while pulling back his spear.

The moment he pulled back his spear he aimed directly at Feng Ma's heart, even before continuing the motion of his spear forward.

'Even if you move like a drunkard, it won't be stopped.'

Feng Ma was staring at Wei Ban's eyes as he read the direction Wei Ban was looking at.

'Hmm, going to aim for my heart. Let me give you a good medicine instead.'

Feng Ma mumbled as he held his wine flask tightly in his right hand and slightly lifted his left arm, opening up some space between his arm and his chest.

Wei Ban didn't care for Feng Ma's tricks.

He pushed his spear forward with lightning speed as soon as he reached Feng Ma.

Looking at the spear coming at him, Feng Ma moved both of his feet only by a single step towards the right. He kept his upper body straight thus not letting the charging Wei Ban know that he had slightly shifted to the right.

'Phshh.'

The moment Wei Ban's spear reached Feng Ma, it passed through him and a smile appeared on Wei Ban's face.

"It didn't want to do this but you brought this upon yourself."

Wei Ban started talking as he was only focused on the expression that Feng Ma would be making.

Wei Ban hadn't even realized that his spear had only passed through the robe and was stuck close to Feng Ma's armpit since Feng Ma was falling towards Wei Ban with his face down.

'Did he die already?'

Wei Ban thought as he looked closely at Feng Ma whose face was drooping. 

"Y-you idiot."

'BANG!'

Feng Ma's hand which he had raised with a swift action came down on Wei Ban's head and the wine flask in Feng Ma's head was smacked on the Wei Ban's skull.

'Ring~'

Wei Ban's head started ringing as darkness started covering his sight.

Wei Ban's grip over his spear was loosened and he slowly fell on the spot.

"Hmph", Feng Ma wanted to stomp his feet on Wei Ban's unconscious face but he didn't.

The elder who knew what was going on turned towards the crowd.

[ The victor of the battle his Feng Ma. Not only, did he display Incredible moves while fighting with an unorthodox style but he also showed that no technique is perfect ]

The elder was this impressed after a long time after watching Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu.

" Feng Ma. "

" Feng Ma. "

" Feng Ma. "

The crowd started cheering for Feng Ma while Feng Ma's eyes only went towards his cousin and his grandfather.

Both Feng Mei and Feng Xiaoya were already full of smiles as they were also looking at him.

Feng Xiaoya felt a great deal of achievement seeing his grandson show such abilities.

"I thought that he will live like a drunkard for the rest of his life after my son betrayed the family. But who could have seen that our Feng Ma would grow up like this?"

Feng Xiaoya was close to crying as even he had given up on Feng Ma since the child was young when his father's plot came to light.

"I always knew brother would never let us down."

Feng Mei spoke while shaking her cute face.

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"Feng Ma, will you continue fighting?"

The elder asked Feng Ma while Feng Ma was pulling out the spear.

Even though he had made the spear miss his heart, the side of his chest and the opposite side of his arm were still damaged, by the sharp blade of the spearhead.

'Phshh.'

He pulled out the spear and his blood started flowing out from the sides.

Feng Ma looked at the elder with eyes that said, 'I still want to continue', but Feng Ma shook his head.

"Elder I will stop here."

He bowed his head as he replied to the elder.

[ Feng Ma, the 4th qualified disciple has secured the 61st spot among the top hundred ranked disciples ]

"You can get treated first then move to that spot."

Elder instructed Feng Ma and that was also when Wei Ban was getting up.

"Mhmm."

While rubbing his head, Wei Ban stood up and looked around.

"Aiming for a disciple's life during a tournament's battle is strictly prohibited."

The elder's voice landed in Wei Ban's ears.

He turned around to look at the elder who was glaring at Wei Ban.

"Yet you still tried to kill him. Get treated first and meet me after the tournament ends."

The elder relayed his instructions to Wei Ban who looked like he was just a step away from crying.

'I lost and now I will be punished too.'

Wei Ban looked down as he moved to get off the stage.

"Hey, senior."

Feng Ma suddenly shouted and got Wei Ban's attention directed towards him.