Becoming God Of A Dystopian World

Everyone close to the stage Zhao Luo and Feng Ma was on had their eyes fixed on the two.

Rumble~

The thundering sound kept on acting as the background SFX of their fight.

Every time they would be drenched by the rain, the momentary gust of wind would somewhat dry them.

That is, their bodies were now as cold as an ice cube. But this stopped neither Zhao Luo nor Feng Ma.

In mid-air, they both attacked each other.

"Simple Punch."

Zhao Luo shouted as he threw his left fist at Feng Ma while they both reached each other.

While Feng Ma raised his right leg.

"Sober Kick."

Two shouts echoed around under the heavy sound of rain.

Thud!

Thud!

Zhao Luo's punch landed on the right arm of Feng Ma while he blocked Feng Ma's Sober Kick by raising his right knee.

Both stared at each other.

'His strength is similar to mine or even greater.'

Zhao Luo speculated as both pushed each other away once again.

'Should I take out my sword?'

Zhao Luo had the complete 'Bullet Fist' in his storage but he had yet to learn it. While all of his advanced fights were when he had used either Ifrit or both Ifrit and Blackey.

Yet now he had to fight someone who was barehanded.

Well, not completely but a wine flask wasn't considered to be a weapon by Zhao Luo.

'But he isn't even using his drunken style martial arts anymore.'

Zhao Luo while thinking of his next step lost the complete concentration he should have while facing someone of Feng Ma's caliber.

Bang!

Feng Ma lowered his posture. He threw his wine flask upwards and ran towards Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo couldn't come to a decision and when he realized that Feng Ma was just three meters away from him, it was already too late to bring out his sword/s.

Feng Ma jumped and pointed both of his legs at Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo who had to stop the upcoming attack of Feng Ma, brought his arms in front of his chest forming an X-shaped defense with his arms.

'THUD.'

Feng Ma's legs collided with Zhao Luo's arms, pushing them towards his chest.

Zhao Luo who wasn't a master of defense felt the bones of his arms cracking and curving inside as they were now touching his chest.

Zhao Luo used his feet to leap backward to lower the pressure of Feng Ma's attack but it was already too late.

Even though the full force of the attack was neglected but more than 80% had reached Zhao Luo.

Feng Ma jumped to the side and grabbed his falling wine flask as he watched Zhao Luo hopping backward while sliding on the stage.

After his successful attack, Feng Ma had stopped for a moment instead of attacking Zhao Luo to increase the pressure on him.

The reason he had stopped wasn't that he was showing his sportsmanship, chivalry, or respect for Zhao Luo who was one level ahead of him in level. But instead, it was his complete confidence in his Victory.

"You are not at the level where you could beat me."

Feng Ma arrogantly told Zhao Luo while shaking his head.

Zhao Luo who was on the edge of the stage just a step away from falling had his face looking down.

His mouth was swollen as though he was holding something.

'Mhmm.'

Zhao Luo who was being ridiculed by Feng Ma didn't give a hat for what Feng Ma was saying, instead, he was enjoying the metallic taste that had enveloped the inside of his mouth.

It was the blood that had come up after the last attack by Feng Ma and Zhao Luo was just a moment away from throwing it out.

'Cough.'

Zhao Luo spat a mouthful of blood on the stage but the next instant it was washed away by the rain.

'Woosh.'

The forceful gust of wind blew the rain which had Zhao Luo's blood mixed in it. This caused the area around the stage to have a metallic whiff.

"See?"

Feng Ma said to Zhao Luo.

While slowly raising his head, Zhao Luo showed a bloody smile to Feng Ma.

"See what?"

"I am still on the stage and standing. Aren I?"

"So what right do you to be so overly proud of yourself?"

Zhao Luo threw multiple questions at Feng Ma who had a calm look on his face.

'Why is he so handsome?'

Ignoring the questions by Zhao Luo Feng Ma wondered as even though Zhao Luo had a bloody mouth, his handsomeness hadn't taken a single hit.

Rather than his handsome face taking a hit, the blood that was covering his mouth and sliding down his lips, gave an enchanting bonus to Zhao Luo's handsome looks.

"Awe"

"Who is he?"

"When did our hall get a sexy disciple who had silver hair?"

Many female disciples couldn't control themselves and stopped silently watching the fight as they had fallen to their impulses.

One by one such questioning sounds entered Feng Ma's ears which made him angry.

"I am the one winning."

"..."

'Where did that come from?'

Zhao Luo who had just spat a mouthful of blood was baffled by his sudden comment by Feng Ma.

"Then why are all the girls focused on you?"

Feng Ma looked angrily at Zhao Luo.

"Hmm."

Zhao Luo shrugged his shoulder.

'Obviously, it's because I am too handsome.'

Zhao Luo thought in his mind.

It was a belief that was based on truth.

A deep smile emerged on his face as Zhao Luo listened to the girls around the stage whispering about him.

"Little Brother, I Love you."

"Kyaa."

"He is gay."

"Kyaa"

Zhao Luo threw out another mouthful of blood as a confession by a familiar voice entered his ears and the reactions of the female disciples after hearing this confession.

It was Senior Cutie.

"You bastard, baldy."

Zhao Luo murmured and saw Feng Ma having a smirk on his face, while mischief filled his eyes he looked at Zhao Luo.

"I am not."

Zhao Luo said to Feng Ma.

Declining the accusation by one of the female disciples after Senior Cutie's messing around from the side of the stage.

"Haha, Brother, it doesn't look like you are telling the truth."

Feng Ma mads fun of the situation.

'Shwaa.'

Ignoring what Feng Ma had said to Zhao Luo, Zhao Luo brought out Ifrit and Blackey.

The rain droplets falling on Ifrit's crimson body were evaporated instantly while the drops that felt on Blackey brightened the shine from the starry light contained in it.

Zhao Luo looked like an injured general who was going to fight for his life.

"I hope you don't mind me using my swords."

Zhao Luo said with a worried face but inside his mind, he couldn't wait to smack the smirk off of Feng Ma's face.

"Two swords?"

Feng Ma's smirk got even bigger.

"Don't say, that you are a three sword user after I beat you with my wine flask."

Feng Ma replied and brought his wine flask close to his mouth.

"Gulp, Gulp."

Feng Ma took two sips of wine from the flask and started wobbling around while moving towards Zhao Luo.

"Good."

Zhao Luo nodded and advanced at Feng Ma.

The moment they both got close to each other, Zhao Luo pushed his left leg backward while lowering the knee of his right leg and bringing down both of his swords after raising them towards the dark cloud.

"Double Burst Slash."

Zhao Luo brought both Ifrit and Blackey down on Feng Ma with an explosive speed.

Feng Ma's eyes opened widely as the power behind Zhao Luo's swords wasn't ordinary but then he squinted his eyes.

"Drunken Dodge."

Like a slime, he moved around the swords with his wobbly feet.

Raising the wine flask in his hand he struck Zhao Luo's stomach with it.

In that short time which was even less than a second that Feng Ma took to swing his wine flask towards Zhao Luo's stomach, Zhao Luo's knee had landed on Feng Ma's face.

'THUD!'

Two smacking sounds had converged into one as both Feng Ma and Zhao Luo slid backward.

"Didn't know fighting a drunk guy could be this hard"

Zhao Luo said while touching his stomach.

Zhao Luo could feel a dent in his thick stomach muscles.

"And I thought you were just showing off your swords but what was that attack? Burst Slash? I thought you were coming for my neck. Hehe."

Feng Ma laughed as if he couldn't feel the impact of Zhao Luo's knee.

"At least wipe the blood off your nose."

Zhao Luo advised Feng Ma with a smile.

"Huh?"

Feng Ma looked stupefied as he rubbed his palm on his nose and could see blood from his nose staining his hand.

The blood was washed away by the rain as both Zhao Luo and Feng Ma stared at each other.

"HAA."

Feng Ma shouted as he advanced towards Zhao Luo.

Multiple kicks and punches came at Zhao Luo.

"Hidden Drunken Attacks."

Feng Ma said as he launched a barrage of attacks at Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo blocked most of them easily with the dull side of his swords except some which were coming at his face or neck with a weird trajectory.

He had to use his self-learned defensive sword technique.

"Multiple Wood Drops", Zhao Luo shouted.

Thud!

Thud!

Cling!

Clang!

Zhao Luo blocked more than a hundred of Feng Ma's attacks containing his fists, kicks and sometimes he would use the wine flask as a lethal weapon, in under three minutes.

Not a single attack made by the drunk Feng Ma passed Zhao Luo swords.

'Tap.'

Feng Ma jumped backward and took another mouthful of the wine.

'Gulp.'

"Not bad."

Feng Ma complimented Zhao Luo.