Becoming God Of A Dystopian World

Hurriedly looking away from the mysterious smile of the Sect Leader, Zhao Luo again brought his focus on the battles going on in front of him.

"Phew, at least something good is happening here."

Zhao Luo commented as both Feng Ma and Si Chen were taking on the third and fourth disciple.

While Pi Hao was fighting the fifth disciple.

Even with an injured arm, Pi Hao was faring better against the fifth disciple than how the third disciple and fourth disciple were faring against Feng Ma and Si Chen.

Their fight lasted no more than five minutes.

All three had qualified for the next stage of challenges.

"Brother, hohohahaha."

Feng Ma with Si Chen and Pi Hao approached Zhao Luo with his drunk laughter.

"Good job guys."

Zhao Luo said to them as they stopped in front of him before joining him on his side.

Feng Ma looked at Zhao Luo's left and right and stared at Xiao Yu who was standing on Zhao Luo's right.

"Hey, you. Leave some space for us."

Feng Ma said with an arrogant tone as he pointed at Xiao Yu with his wine flask.

"Hmph."

Xiao Yu grumbled as he completely ignored Feng Ma and looked at the stages.

'Grrr.'

Feng Ma tried to swing his wine flask at Xiao Yu but Zhao Luo interrupted him with an awkward smile.

"Hey stand here."

Zhao Luo moved six steps to the left with Mo Anna as he made some space for Feng Ma, Si Chen, and Pi Hao.

Till the end, Xiao Yu didn't move a single step from his place.

The six stood there, waiting for the other winners of the Open Battle to qualify or be eliminated.

Pi Hao who was now standing next to Xiao Yu, kept on sneaking glances at Xiao Yu.

"What?"

Xiao Yu asked him in a stern voice.

"Brother are you always like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like this."

Pi Hao showed Xiao Yu his angry face with his eyebrows looking like they were knitted together and his mouth pouting.

"Hah."

Xiao Yu scoffed at Pi Hao and again turned towards the fights.

'Do I really look like that?'

Xiao Yu wondered after which his forehead started twitching as he started adjusting his expression.

After half an hour, 23 disciples joined the qualified disciple's side.

In total, 29 disciples had been qualified to challenge the top hundred disciples of the Outer Hall.

[ Twenty Nine Disciples have QUALIFIED ]

The elder announced while addressing the audience who were spectating the fights while getting excited at different moments in the fights of particular disciples.

The elder looked at the group of 29 qualified disciples.

"You guys can start challenging the top disciples but remember one lose and there won't be another try."

"But remember, do not bite more than you can chew!"

The elder told the disciples.

He was looking at the disciples who may be aiming for a rank that may be too high for them.

Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu weren't in them.

But the elder did glance at least once at the other disciples while advising them.

"The fights will start from the last one to qualify, the 29th disciple, Zu Pan."

The elder said as he pointed at the disciple who was standing at the last.

"Rest for a few minutes."

[ The fights will continue in five minutes ]

The Elder from on top of the podium announced in a loud voice.

The spectating audience could barely hold their eagerness to know how these qualified disciples will fight against the top disciples

"Tsk."

Xiao Yu clicked his tongue as he realized that he would be waiting till the end to fight the top disciples.

Zhao Luo glanced at the angry-looking Xiao Yu and waved at him.

"If you want, you can go before me, since we pretty much ended at the same time."

Zhao Luo told him and Xiao Yu nodded at Zhao Luo's offer.

With Zhao Luo's offer being accepted by Xiao Yu, Zhao Luo would be the last to fight.

Zhao Luo looked at his left, that is, at the right of the elder's podium.

He squinted his eyes to stare at the top-ranked outer disciples and found them in a state of laughing and enjoying their mysterious discussion.

'So they aren't worried at all.'

Zhao Luo was slightly disgusted by their arrogant attitude.

Not only were they worried but they also showed no respect for the qualified disciples who would be challenging them.

In the next five minutes, the elder with the help of the junior elder joined all the 100 stages back to one.

The giant stage was back for the 29 disciples to shine as they challenged the top hundred outer disciples.

"You can start."

The elder told Zhao Luo and the other qualified disciples.

'Mhmm.'

Zu Pan hurriedly jumped on the stage without wasting even a second.

"You can challenge anyone you want but do keep my advice in your head."

The elder told Zu Pan once again.

'Nod.'

Zu Pan nodded as he looked at all the disciples and then his eyes went on the last thirty disciples.

"I challenge you."

Zu Pan pointed at a big outer disciple.

Not only was the disciple big in size but he was quite sturdy too but still Zu Pan had chosen him for some reason.

'He looks big and powerful but I guess it's just his body.'

Zu Pan thought as the disciple approached the stage.

[ The 29th disciple, Zu Pan has challenged the 88th disciple, Mite ]

Mite walked on stage while moving his mouth.

It looked like he was cursing at something.

'Sigh~ my luck sucks.'

"If only I hadn't arrived after the first stage of the tournament had ended I wouldn't have fallen to the 88th ranking."

Mite complained about being late to the tournament as he got on stage and came to stand in front of Zu Pan

"This kid wouldn't be underestimating me then."

Mite shook his head as he looked at Zu Pan.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Don't you want my ranking?"

"Come."

Mite questioned the disciple while rubbing his ear.