Becoming God of a Dystopian World

After one of them was taken out by Zhao Luo in an unexpected manner, the others were on their guard.

Seeing Zhao Luo flashing from his current spot, they backed away and the seven came together in such a way that their back was moved together.

Each of them was covering for the other, while these disciples held their swords tightly.

"Where is he?"

One of them questioned as Zhao Luo had yet to appear.

"I don't see him either."

Another one replied.

The seven had their backs touching each other as they held their breath.

A shadow covered them as Zhao Luo appeared above them.

While falling towards them, Zhao Luo pulled back his fist.

"He is coming down, point your swords upwards and we shall skewer him."

One of the disciples shouted with an evil laugh on his face.

He couldn't wait for his sword to slice through Zhao Luo's body.

"Hmph, you think your swords can pierce through my fists?"

Zhao Luo mumbled as he threw his right fist at them.

His fist was perfectly in between the explosive and the calming fist plane.

"Bullet Fist."

Zhao Luo shouted as the strength of his whole body was focused on his fist.

A moment later, sharp ends of the swords held by the disciples in purple robes came in touch with Zhao Luo's Bullet Fist.

"BOOOM!"

A loud sound of a blast was released from the collision of Zhao Luo's fist and the seven swords.

"Thud, Thud..."

The disciples who were proud swordsmen of the Xin Sect were blown away by the pressure of the shockwave left by Zhao Luo's fist while,

"Tap, Tap."

Zhao Luo calmly landed on his right foot followed by his left in a cool manner.

"Woahh~"

The crowd stood up as the collision ended and Zhao Luo landed after knocking out the seven disciples while the first of the group who was the eighth one laid unconscious on the giant stage.

Zhao Luo turned his head to look in the opposite direction.

On one side, Si Chen and Pi Hao were being led by Feng Ma who was dodging every arrow with his drunken moves.

On the other side, two more groups were coming for Zhao Luo.

One group was equipped with axes while the other group had long chains tied to their wrists which they were dragging along with them.

"There are more than 30 of them."

Zhao Luo said with furrowed brows as he felt like drowning under the rain of cheers from the spectators.

'Keh.'

'Crack.'

Zhao Luo grinned as he clenched his fist and his knuckles shone with bright light.

Zhao Luo lowered his body and squinted his eyes as he locked his view on his preys who were targeting him.

'Crack.'

Zhao Luo pushed down his toes and the tiles under his feet cracked leaving a big dent on the stage as Zhao Luo left his spot.

A breath later, he appeared between the group who were equipped with axes.

"Kill him."

They shouted furiously after watching Zhao Luo enter their numbers so easily.

"You aren't the first to say these words."

Zhao Luo told them while feeling weird.

"Is it because you guys weren't raised like me? Why does 'kill' has to be the first word whenever you open your mouths?"

Zhao Luo questioned the disciples around him who were left dumbfounded by his sudden query.

"What is he saying?"

They wondered if Zhao Luo was a fool.

"Since only a hundred disciples will be able to pass the Open Battle, everyone will fight for those last positions with their life on the line. If we don't kill then losing now will not be any better than getting killed."

A disciple who was the calmest looking one from the group of ax users replied to Zhao Luo.

"So you are saying you would rather die than lose?"

Zhao Luo raised his brow as he couldn't understand the devotion of this disciple.

'The other may just be going with the flow but this guy....he is different.'

Zhao Luo glanced at the others and then back at the one who had answered him.

"You are all level seven 'VII' disciples, so do you think I will lose to you?"

Zhao Luo questioned them but this question of his didn't make them angry, instead, they all showed him an evil smile.

"Use the Formation!"

The group of chain users shouted as they rushed in while jumping towards Zhao Luo.

The two groups, the one which used Chains and the other group which was using axes, had been going around the arena taking down level eight 'VIII' disciples one after another using this formation of theirs.

There were two goals that these two groups wanted to achieve with their joint play.

First, the two groups would ensure each other victory in Open Batlle.

Second, if they take down all the top disciples in the battle, then their fame will rise, and also no one will be left to challenge them, thus achieving their first goal.

Now Zhao Luo had to fight these two groups since he was the rumored one and also the crowd from all over the colosseum was focusing on him.

"Formation?"

Zhao Luo mumbled with questioning eyes.

'What are they going to do?'

Zhao Luo wondered as he found one of the chain users shaking his arm in a motion that went backward and then pointing it upwards while ending the motion by bringing his arm forwards towards Zhao Luo.

'Whiishh.'

The thick iron chain that was sliding on the ground came towards Zhao Luo's face with incredible speed.

'Whoosh.'

Zhao Luo used the slightest motion as he tilted his head to dodge the chain that then passed him without even grazing his face.

Zhao Luo smiled as he had easily dodged the chain but as the chain reached the disciple behind him who was an ax user, he used the blunt part of his ax to hit the chain's end thus deflecting it back at Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo had no idea as the collision of the ax's blunt part and the chain was soundless.

"Agh, WHAT???"

The thick iron chain which had returned, struck Zhao Luo's back forcing him to be pushed towards another disciple who was swinging his ax at him.

"Our Ax Chain formation is impeccable. We have eliminated all the flaws just like how you will be eliminated."

The disciple who had answered Zhao Luo earlier spoke to him.

'Whoosh.'

The ax came towards Zhao Luo's head who was falling towards this disciple.

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