Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Zhao Luo who had been caught off guard by the chain attack was looking at the blade of the ax that would be slicing through his head any moment now.

'Why does it look like everything is playing slow-motion?'

Zhao Luo questioned in his mind as his eyes quickly moved around.

To him, the hand of the disciple with the ax that was coming at him was as slow as a turtle.

The slowly changing expressions on the faces of the disciples surrounding him also shocked him.

"It's like the video has been slowed by 2x."

Zhao Luo said as he pulled back his fist while he was falling towards the ground and an ax was coming at him from above.

It wasn't the others who had slowed down but it was Zhao Luo's brain that was working at an unfathomable speed after sensing the death that was a second away.

Zhao Luo forced one of his feet sideways thus allowing his falling body to rotate.

'Swish.'

Zhao Luo rotated in such a way that now the shadow of the ax was falling on his face while the ax itself was infinitely close to his nose.

"Bullet Fist."

Zhao Luo said in a low voice and his fist traveled towards the ax.

Zhao Luo's fist was so fast that the disciples around him couldn't even get a glimpse of his fist.

The next thing they saw was something they had never expected.

These disciples who were waiting for Zhao Luo's demise were shocked as the ax which was extremely close to Zhao Luo's nose and was supposed to slice Zhao Luo's head like a melon, was now disintegrating.

The remains of the ax were scattered away by the gust of air that passed along with the pressure of Zhao Luo's fist and a sound of a blast was left behind.

'BOOM!'

The disciple who was holding that ax was also thrown away by the remaining pressure.

'Thud.'

Zhao Luo's back touched the ground but right after that, he straightened up and brought his hand close to his face.

'Blood...'

A little scratch was left on Zhao Luo's nose by the blade of the ax and the thing Zhao Luo was calling blood, was hardly a single red blood cell that had escaped the scratch when Zhao Luo had touched it.

"You..."

Zhao Luo clenched his jaws and looked around with anger.

"ALL SHALL PAY FOR THIS."

"AHHHHHHH..."

Zhao Luo started a scream which went on with no end.

Even Feng Ma, Si Chen, and Pi Hao were interrupted by Zhao Luo's loud and ongoing shout.

"Did something happen to brother?"

Feng Ma thought worriedly as he looked in the direction of the ongoing shout.

The disciple standing opposite to Feng Ma pulled back an arrow as he held a bow in his hand.

"Whiiin~"

He released the arrow and said,

"Preposterous, looking away while fighting me?"

"Drunken Body Drop."

Feng Ma said as he realized the arrow coming at his chest.

His body dropped like a wood log, allowing Feng Ma to escape the arrow.

'I will never let an arrow hit me again.'

He thought in his mind as he scratched his butt while getting up.

While Feng Ma fought this disciple, Si Chen and Pi Hao dealt with the wall of disciples.

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Back on where Zhao Luo was.

"AHHHH~"

He was still screaming while the disciples surrounding him didn't dare to throw another attack at him.

If someone from the old Earth could have seen him do this crazy shout, they would have taken Zhao Luo for a damn otaku who was cosplaying as one of the most famous anime characters named, Koku.

But sadly not many from the old Earth had survived and even if they did, the customs of that World would have been lost over the hundred years of tragic changes.

*Cough*

Zhao Luo stopped screaming but he wouldn't have if his throat hadn't given up.

"That feels better!"

Zhao Luo announced further shocking the disciples who were already looking at Zhao Luo like a madman.

Zhao Luo didn't look angry anymore, instead, there was a chill atmosphere around him.

Chill but not cold as the disciples around him felt like they were standing in a garden and surrounding a big flower.

"Will you kill us?"

The disciple who was boasting about their Ax Chain Formation being impeccable asking in a shaky voice.

"Why would I kill you when all of my anger has already melted away?"

Zhao Luo responded to him and closed his fist multiple times.

'Fhuh'

The disciple let out a breath of relief as he sighed and looked at Zhao Luo who was no longer standing there.

"Mini Walk."

They all heard Zhao Luo's voice who wasn't there anymore.

"Whoosh."

Zhao Luo appeared in front of the one who had questioned him earlier.

"Explosive Fist."

Zhao Luo threw a left at his stomach, blowing him off the stage with just a single fist.

"Ahhhh."

The disciple was sent flying along with his scream.

"Fool. Trying to copy me."

Zhao Luo smirked and lowered his body again.

In less than a minute, Zhao Luo had taken care of these two groups.

Zhao Luo stood tall around a pile of disciples who were either crying in pain or sleeping after being knocked out.

While most of them had already been thrown out of the giant stage.

"How are they doing?"

Zhao Luo looked around to check out the situation of his two brothers, but then he heard a shout.

"Don't leave me out!"

Pi Hao shouted giving Zhao Luo a feeling that he was talking to him.

"Half Walk."

But that wasn't the case as Zhao Luo moved towards them in a breath.

"What happened?"

Zhao Luo asked the three who were standing next to a single opponent.

"Brother Si Chen said that he took care of the other disciples when I was the one who took out more than him!"

Pi Hao complained to Zhao Luo.

"Ah."

Zhao Luo couldn't help but shake his head at Pi Hao's innocence.

"Si Chen, you bad boy."

Zhao Luo reprimanded Si Chen in a weird manner which made Pi Hao smile.

But also encouraged being assumed as fools by the opponent with a bow.

"What are you, Clowns?"

The disciple shouted at the four.

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