Becoming God Of A Dystopian World

Wei Ban turned around and looked at Feng Ma, who was still on his spot.

"It was a good fight."

Feng Ma said while raising his wine flask towards Wei Ban.

There was no mockery in his voice.

Feng Ma's expression was clear, he said what he believed.

'I could have lost if he hadn't been tricked.'

Feng Ma thought after saying what he wanted to.

"I will win the next time."

Wei Ban said while being a little angsty and then turned around to walk off stage.

Nobody could see the small smile on Wei Ban's face as his head was down.

This was how the outer disciples were.

Even if they lost, the winner still acknowledged the loser.

Thus the battle had truly ended.

Feng Ma also followed Wei Ban, as they were both in need of medical treatment.

On the stage, the emptiness felt weird, even though it was just for a short time.

[ The Last Three Matches are left ]

The Elder announced to the crowd.

His voice echoed in the Colosseum and it went so far that even those who were in the training zone, could hear this announcement.

Zhao Luo glanced at the excited crowd before looking towards Mo Anna and locking his sight on her.

Mo Anna also stared back at Zhao Luo.

"Don't be worried."

Mo Anna said as she saw through the worry in Zhao Luo's eyes.

'I shouldn't have told him.'

She thought before slowly opening her mouth but before she could say another word, Zhao Luo spoke.

"How can I not be, when you are going to challenge him."

Zhao Luo responded with a troubled voice as he thought Mo Anna wasn't ready for the challenge she was going for.

Mo Anna bit her lips but Zhao Luo couldn't see that as her mouth was covered by her veil.

"I have been training for this day for as long as I can remember."

Mo Anna said as her eyes moved towards the place where the Royal Mo Family was seated.

Mo Rong had his eyes closed while both of his arms were stretched over the seats of his wives.

The first wife had a smile on his face while the second wife, who was the mother of Mo Anna, looked like she was in pain.

Mo Anna looked at her mother's shoulder and found her father's hand grabbing it tightly.

Looking at the eyes of her mother which showed how much pain she was in, Mo Anna tightened her fists.

"I have to do this! For my mother! And for myself! This is my Fight!"

Mo Anna said after looking back at Zhao Luo as she moved her eyes away from the wretched sight.

'Tap.'

Zhao Luo patted her shoulder and continued persuading her, to no reason.

'Can I only wish for her victory even though it seems impossible?'

Zhao Luo thought as he could only wait for the match to start and see how it goes.

While Mo Anna and Zhao Luo were exchanging words as Zhao Luo tried to change her mind, the elder made another announcement.

[ The third qualified disciple, Mo Anna will fight now ]

Mo Anna gave Zhao Luo the last look which showed how calm she was and then walked towards the stage with heavy steps.

"Good Luck."

Zhao Luo shouted from behind as he saw the receding back of Mo Anna.

Now only Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu were left behind and Mo Anna had already reached the stage.

"Who is she going to challenge that you are reacting like a worried father?"

Xiao Yi suddenly said causing Zhao Luo to shake with anger.

"Calm down."

"..."

Zhao Luo said to himself as his turn had yet to come.

"You will know soon."

Zhao Luo finally replied to Xiao Yu who then turned towards the stage.

"Who do you want to challenge?"

The elder asked Mo Anna politely.

She wasn't only a princess of the Mo Family but also a genius of their sect.

That wasn't the end, since she was already considered a matchless beauty without even showing her face to anyone.

Mo Anna looked at the hundred top-ranked disciples of the outer hall.

Her eyes lingered at the front.

The front was where the top ten disciples stood. Senior Cutie was there too.

"Is she going to challenge me? Because of Zhao Luo?"

"How cute."

Senior Cutie felt bliss as the mind inside his bald head started exploding with fantasies regarding him, Zhao Luo, and Mo Anna.

But before he could step up a notch, Mo Anna who was on the stage pointed towards the disciple who was standing at the foremost position.

"No Way."

Senior Cutie exclaimed.

"I challenge the first disciple, Mo Suo."

Mo Anna's loud, enchanting voice fell on everyone's ears and the crowd erupted with commotion.

"Why are they fighting?"

"The siblings are going to fight now?"

"Is Mo Family having an internal struggle?"

"But Can Mo Anna even take a single hit of Mo Suo, who is the number one of the outer hall?"

Different questions mixed within shouts kept on raising the interest of the spectators.

Some were here just to watch the fights, but this turn of events turned out to be extremely delightful for them.

The area where the Royal Mo Family was seated.

"OHO."

Mo Rong opened his eyes and looked at the stage where his little daughter was standing with a proud look on her face.

He removed his hand from his second wife's shoulder.

'This bitch. She dares to aim for my son. I should teach her a lesson.'

"Honey, why don't you tell the grand elders of the sect that this will be a family matter so they can't interfere."

The first wife of Mo Rong hurriedly played her cards with a grin that she could hardly hide.

From the grand elders, she was pointing towards the Second Elder Dousan and Third Elder Bao Fei.

"Don't worry. No one dares to interfere in my family's business."

"Not even you or her."

Mo Rong glared at his first wife following which he glanced at his second wife.

The mother of Mo Anna looked shocked. She couldn't believe that her daughter would do such a thing as challenging Mo Suo.

'Why would she do that?'

She thought, while back on stage, from the side of the top disciples' Mo Suo, was walking towards the stage.

It only took him a second to end up in front of Mo Anna.

Mo Suo looked so angry right now, that he could even rip his sister to shreds.

The elder on the podium looked at the two and slowly opened his mouth to announce the battle.