Becoming God of a Dystopian World

"Boom."

Pressure erupted from Mo Rong.

It became hard for his wives to breathe that's just how much pressure was seeping out of him.

Mo Rong was like a leaking cylinder, just a step away from blowing up. The only thing left was some kind of fire, that would set everything ablaze.

Everyone in the crowd was silent. They knew that butting in such a situation would be a suicide attempt.

The guy who had kicked away Mo Rong's son away was now holding his daughter's hand and announcing that she belonged to her.

"Brother sure is a beast. Announcing his relationship with Mo Anna in such a way."

Si Chen mumbled as his eyes were shining.

Feng Ma's mouth was open and his wine flowed out of it, he was shocked to the core, by Zhao Luo's announcement.

'He would even go against a royal family for his love.'

Feng Ma realized what Zhao Luo was doing.

These were just what Zhao Luo's disciple brothers thought about him, not to mention the thousands of people that were looming at him right now, each group with a different expression and thought.

Some were jealous, some held awe for him, others were angry as Zhao Luo had ruined a tournament by interfering, while some were even cursing him for taking the hand of Mo Anna.

On the stage, Zhao Luo and Mo Anna stood side by side while Mo Rong looked prepared to crush them but held himself back.

"Zhao Luo..."

Mo Anna's worried voice entered Zhao Luo's ears as he wasn't backing down from the pressure coming from Mo Rong.

She knew how strong her father was, there was no way Zhao Luo could even handle her father's pressure if Mo Rong was serious.

But before Mo Rong could even do anything, an old yet powerful voice was heard.

"Stop."

'Bang!'

Second Elder Dousan shouted and smacked the handle of his chair causing almost everyone to blank out for a second.

Just a second of distraction was enough to get everyone to stop causing a ruckus over Zhao Luo's action.

'Hmm.'

Zhao Luo looked at the second elder and nodded his head.

The crushing pressure that Zhao Luo was under had disappeared after the blasting sound caused by the second elder's. 

The Second Elder wasn't done.

He looked at the elder and relayed a soundless message to him.

'Nod.'

The senior elder on the podium understood the message and slowly opened his mouth to announce something.

[ The third qualified disciple failed her challenge ]

The elder announced and sent Mo Anna towards the spectator's seat which was on the upper rows, behind the area where the Sect Leader and the two elders were seated.

Zhao Luo didn't stop Mo Anna as in the end, it was the training zone of the Xin Sect so there was no way that the Mo Family would be unruly in the presence of the Sect Leader himself.

'This may just be the safest place for her.'

Zhao Luo mumbled as he looked at Mo Anna's departure from his side.

After which Zhao Luo turned towards the elder on the podium who was already looking at him with unexplainable emotions.

"Why don't you go back to the side for now?"

The elder asked Zhao Luo so he could resume the tournament.

"Elder, there is no need for me to go back. I am the second qualified disciple so it's my turn anyway."

Zhao Luo said to the elder without looking back at Xiao Yu.

'You said that you would let me go before you.'

Xiao Yu looked at Zhao Luo with anger in his eyes.

Zhao Luo had no idea what Xiao Yu was thinking instead, he had even forgotten what he has told Xiao Yu earlier.

As for Xiao Yu, he didn't care about what Zhao Luo was facing.

Xiao Yu just knew one thing and that was, "Zhao Luo...you went on your words. I hate people like you."

Xiao Yu mumbled while no one heard what he was saying.

Even if someone heard what Xiao Yu was talking about, nobody would know the reason behind his hate towards such kinds of people.

Back on the stage, after hearing Zhao Luo's words, the elder tried to get things going.

"Who do you want to challenge?"

The elder asked Zhao Luo as he waited patiently for his answer.

'Once he decides his opponent, I can finally rest and this awkward situation would end too.'

The elder thought but before he could hear Zhao Luo's answer, an interruption had gotten on stage.

"What's the hurry?"

Mo Suo's shouted as he slowly got up from the ground.

With bloodshot eyes, he jumped on the stage and started walking towards Zhao Luo.

"You think a sneak attack will help you to get rid of me."

"That bitch must have planned this with you."

Mo Suo looked at Zhao Luo and pointed his sword at Mo Anna.

Mo Suo wasn't hurt by Zhao Luo's attack at all but his face was covered with a dirty mark of Zhao Luo's shoe.

He came to stand in front of Zhao Luo while holding the golden sword in his hand.

"Challenge me."

Mo Suo commanded Zhao Luo in a vicious tone.

"No!"

Zhao Luo declined right away and then turned towards the Elder.

"Elder I would like to challenge the 8th disciple."

"..."

Mo Suo was confused by Zhao Luo's challenge declaration but he stayed silent.

"Scared bastard."

Mo Suo cursed at Zhao Luo as he moved towards the end of the stage.

"We will see."

Zhao Luo said lightly as his eyes still burned with madness. 

'I can't wait to beat the shit out of him. But there are others too who need to be taken care of.'

Zhao Luo thought while looking at the other top disciples.

Even though he had already forgotten about what he had told Xiao Yu, but he hadn't forgotten about what these seven disciples had done to Senior Cutie.

Zhao Luo's eyes went towards the wrapped-up Senior Cutie, who was still standing at his spot of the 9th ranked disciple.

'Senior Cutie...'

Zhao Luo stared at this bald senior brother of his.