Becoming God Of A Dystopian World

"8 palm what?"

Zhao Luo scoffed at the name of Xiao Yu's technique.

"Bullet Fist versus 8 palms, hahaha."

Zhao Luo mumbled and started laughing as he couldn't help but make fun of the palm technique while comparing the name of Xiao Yu's technique with his.

Xiao Yu still looked calm as he watched Zhao Luo laughing wildly at his technique.

"You think you can beat me by laughing?"

Xiao Yu asked Zhao Luo in a condescending tone.

He thought that Zhao Luo would be his best opponent but this opponent of him was laughing like a crackhead.

"If this won't work then my fists will."

Zhao Luo said as he smirked at Xiao Yu who was asking the questions that Zhao Luo should be asking.

Both Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu considered themselves the winners of this fight even before it had started truly in a meaningful sense.

At the area of the colosseum where the Sect Leader and the two Elders were sitting, a discussion was going on.

The third elder was talking to the second elder with his head slightly down.

"Old second, I will admit that you were right."

He was talking about his earlier statement.

"But it's not my fault that I was going against your words. It's just that, this guy, Zhao Luo did improve by a leap in a very short time."

Third Elder Bao Fei told the Second Elder Dousan as the Elder Dousan only nodded with a smile in return.

After setting it straight with Elder Dousan, Elder Bao Fei remembered a moment from slightly more than a week ago when Zhao Luo was fighting Wu Yang.

"He was just an average-level genius back then but what happened?"

Elder Bao Fei mumbled as he stared at Zhao Luo who was laughing at the moment.

There was no doubt that the Zhao Luo he had seen before who was leading the disciples on the dragon road and the one who had defeated Wu Yang was no doubt a genius but there was still a factor of time that these geniuses needed to bloom. But Zhao Luo had proven Elder Bao Fei wrong.

In just a week of entering the outer hall after advancing to the outer disciple rank, he was not only going toe to toe with the other disciples but also overpowering them in speed, power, and tactics.

Elder Dousan shook his head and looked at Elder Bao Fei.

"It's not your fault. From the moment Zhao Luo answered my riddles as simply as one eats his food, I knew that he was going to surprise me like this."

The Second Elder finished while he had his hand, closed into a fist around his snow-white beard as he moved his fist down towards the end of his beard and repeated this action.

"He has indeed surprised us well. But the one he is facing right now, what do you know about that disciple? I don't remember seeing that face before."

Xin Wang stepped in the elder's conversation with a question of his own.

He was more worried about the identity of Xiao Yu who had perfectly countered a punch from Zhao Luo.

That punch which had already taken down many disciples with just a single blow except someone like Pi Hao whose technique perfectly countered Zhao Luo's Explosive Fist had not only been countered but Zhao Luo had lost that trade.

"He may just be better than the one from before. But why does his technique seems familiar?"

Xin Wang was comparing Xiao Yu with Pi Hao whilst seeing some similarities in the palm technique of Xiao Yu.

Xin Wang who knew almost everything going on in the Sect wasn't aware of this disciple's identity thus his worried nature surfaced.

"Leader, it's because he is Wu Yang's elder disciple brother."

In the Xin Sect, the 'disciple brother' was only used when the disciples served under the same master or they were already bonded with the ties of brotherhood.

"A direct disciple under the First?"

Elder Bao Fei asked with a shock as Elder Dousan finished with the revelation of Xiao Yu's identity.

Wu Yang had been taken in by the First Elder thus his elder disciple brother could only be another direct disciple of the First Elder.

"I see so he is the one."

Xin Wang commented as he remembered a man who looked even younger than the ones on the stage, yet this man was the First Elder of the Xin Sect.

The First Elder was an unparalleled genius of the Xin Sect so how could one of his direct disciples lose to their peers.

While the reason Wu Yang lost to Zhao Luo was that he had yet to receive any teaching directly from the First Elder.

'But that doesn't look like the case with Xiao Yu.'

Third Elder thought in his head as he finally understood how powerful Xiao Yu could be.

'If you can't even defeat him then there's no way you will be able to beat the other successor candidate.'

Xin Wang though as his eyes were solely focused on Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu.

Back on the stage, Zhao Luo was walking close to Xiao Yu with slow steps.

'Tap, Tap.'

Xiao Yu hadn't moved a single inch after taking his stance.

He only waited for Zhao Luo to reach him.

"Will you only defend?"

Zhao Luo questioned him as he wondered about this palm technique of Xiao Yu.

"If you want to lose like that, then yes."

Xiao Yu answered back arrogantly not giving any face to Zhao Luo.

Since Zhao Luo had laughed at his technique, Xiao Yu had already started considering him as an enemy of his.

"Then try your best."

Zhao Luo shouted as he rushed at Xiao Yu with all his force.

Reaching Xiao Yu, Zhao Luo glanced at his straight tight palms and pulled back his own arms to launch a barrage of his fists.

"Explosive Fists."

'Whoosh, Whoosh....'

Zhao Luo threw multiple fists which were in the explosive fist plane while targeting the unguarded areas of Xiao Yu's body.