Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Zhao Luo looked at her right hand as she stood to his left.

'Tap.'

Zhao Luo without waiting for even a second grabbed her right hand with his left hand.

"I am here. Don't worry."

Zhao Luo's majestic voice entered Mo Anna's ear causing her shivering to stop.

Mo Anna looked at Zhao Luo and didn't try to shake off his hand.

Instead, she opened her hand to lock her fingers with his.

Zhao Luo was delighted as she was finally giving him a chance.

Right then he turned his face to look back in Mo Rong's direction.

'Wheesh.'

As if a needle had traveled through Mo Rong's gaze, the moment Zhao Luo looked at him and found Mo Rong directly staring at him, he felt like something had pricked his eyes.

'Agh~'

Zhao Luo closed his eyes instantly and grunted as he felt scorching pain in his eyes.

"BOOM!"

A sound of the blast came from the area where the Sect Leader, the Second Elder, and the Third Elder were sitting.

It was caused by the third elder who had stomped his foot while the second elder's foot was also raised but he couldn't get a chance.

"That was supposed to be me."

The Second Elder mumbled with a displeased face.

Elder Bao Fei was looking directly at Mo Rong whose attention had already been grabbed by him.

Bao Fei moved his lips.

"You bastard. Stop bullying our disciples. The next warning will be given by the Sect Leader."

Mo Rong said as though he was reading the subtitles from a TV.

"Hahaha."

Mo Rong only laughed in return as he released the grip of his hand from the neck of his wife.

Back where Zhao Luo was,

He had already opened his eyes, which had a tinge of red in them.

"Are you okay?"

Mo Anna asked him with a worried voice as she brought her face closer to his.

"I may stay hurt if you behave like this."

Zhao Luo answered her in a squeaky tone.

"Bad."

She hurriedly backed off while saying only a single word to Zhao Luo.

"Bad?"

Zhao Luo's eyes widened with shock.

'Just saying that was being bad. Then what about all the things I want to do?'

Zhao Luo felt troubled after seeing Mo Anna's reaction.

'If it was her, she would have already kissed me.'

Zhao Luo unconsciously remembered Yan.

At the same time, his eyes went towards the Sect leader who was already looking at him.

'Heh.'

The sect leader smiled at Zhao Luo showing how much he was proud of Zhao Luo for displaying his high skills at the Open Battle.

Zhao Luo also smiled back because the technique scroll that the Sect Leader had bestowed him had been very helpful to Zhao Luo.

While all this happened the Elder on the podium was joined by the junior elder who looked over the library of the outer hall.

It was like two twins who had seen the passing of time were standing together.

They had been splitting the giant stage into 99 different stages.

That is just how big the giant stage was.

It only took them around twenty or so minutes to complete this task.

After half an hour.

[ There are 100 stages in front of you ]

The junior elder had left the senior elder alone right as he was before on the podium.

The elder was looking at the hundred disciples who had passed the Open Battle.

[ Each stage belongs to you. If you want to challenge any of the 900 disciples that are on the right, you can! ]

The elder pointed his hand towards the right where the later nine hundred disciples from among the thousand disciples of the outer hall were standing.

"Woohoo."

The crowd of spectators started cheering.

They were hyping the battles that were coming.

[ On your left are the top 100 disciples of the outer hall. I can assure you each one is a genius. If you want to challenge them, you will have to defeat the first disciples on the right ]

The elder finished his announcement.

After which all the disciples started getting on the stage.

Their faces had nervousness written all over their faces.

Zhao Luo got on one of the stages in the middle.

He looked up towards the elder before slowly opening his mouth.

"Umm, Elder once I defeat the first of the nine hundred disciples, can I challenge anyone from the top hundred disciples?"

Zhao Luo asked in a loud voice.

It was loud enough to echo around the colosseum at least once.

[ Yes. That is the privilege everyone who has won the Open Battle gets, unconditionally. ]

The elder wasn't only replying to Zhao Luo but his eyes covered all the other disciples too.

Zhao Luo after listening to the elder's answer turned his eyes towards the right.

As the elder's left was his right and there on his right, stood the top hundred disciples of the outer hall.

'Why are they making a triangle?'

Zhao Luo wondered as the one at the lead was none other than Mo Suo.

"Senior cutie..."

Zhao Luo mumbled as right next to the outer disciple's formation, stood his bald senior.

Even though he was bandaged from head to toe, he still looked calm and proud.

Zhao Luo found Senior Cutie with closed eyes as though he felt embarrassed because of the triangle formation of the other fools.

[ You can start challenging now ]

[ Remember One lose and you will leave the stage ]

[ The rankings of the thousand disciples will remain unchanged till the last of you remains standing and undefeated ]

Thus with the elder's last bit of announcement, the Unlimited Combat's start was set into motion.

Everyone started challenging different disciples from their left.

Obviously, Zhao Luo was looking at the first of these nine hundred disciples.

"Once I defeat him, I will take down all of them."

Zhao Luo mumbled while gazing between his left and right.

He pointed his finger at the first disciple but before he could challenge him.

"I challenge him."

From right next to Zhao Luo a challenging voice was heard.

"Xiao Yu, you bastard~"

Zhao Luo shouted at Xiao Yu as he had stolen his prey.

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