Becoming God Of A Dystopian World

Zhao Luo was slightly shocked as there was someone else who could face his fist which had seventy percent of his strength and block them without a sweat.

"BOOM! BANG!"

Their fists kept on colliding with neither Zhao Luo backing down with his fierce attacks nor Pi Hao stopping his ultimate defense.

"WOOOOOO~"

"MOOOOREEE~"

The crowd seated on the colosseum behind the giant stage where Zhao Luo and Pi Hao were fighting, erupted with shouts and cheers as this powerful exchange of fists was more than enough to make their blood boil and take their excitement to Mars.

'Bang!'

'Screech~'

'Bang!'

'Screech~'

Zhao Luo was using his full strength behind each of his fists and Pi Hao was being pushed back by a very little margin every time he blocked them.

To Pi Hao, it was like he was shooting down fast and powerful crows that were entering his garden.

'I don't think I cant take more.'

Pi Hao's eyes looked tragic as even though he had been matching well with Zhao Luo's powerful fist with his Metal Water fists, but there was a limit to what these fists of his could take.

Metal Water Technique was a C rank gold-colored fist technique.

It was one of the most powerful fist techniques in the Outer Hall's library yet it was considered the best defensive technique that the library of Outer Hall could offer.

Even though you had to punch which was an offensive attack but this technique showed its true potential when the thrown punches were blocking something.

Just like in this case, where Zhao Luo was using his explosive fist and the whole power behind his fists was being nulled right when they came in contact with Pi Hao's fist.

But there was a limit to how many times Pi Hao could block Zhao Luo's super-powerful fists with his fist technique.

Zhao Luo kept on throwing his fist as though he was a machine gun and not a human who got tired.

'I got you.'

Zhao Luo thought as he looked at the shaking in Pi Hao's arms.

"Explosive Fists~"

Zhao Luo shouted as his fists rained down on Pi Hao.

Pi Hao tried to block Zhao Luo's fist with his fists.

'Bang!'

He blocked once and had to take a step back.

'Bang!'

He blocked another and moved two steps back.

'Bang.'

He blocked Zhao Luo's fist the third time and almost fell losing his balance.

But he didn't give up as Zhao Luo's fists were continuously coming at him without knowing what the word 'stop' meant.

Without a balanced body, Pi Hao still tried to block this fist.

'Bang!'

"Agh."

Letting out a moan, Pi Hao jumped back evading Zhao Luo's oncoming ferocious barrage of fists.

Zhao Luo rushed at him without letting him go.

Even though he evaded Zhao Luo's fist but internally he had already given up on this fight.

Pi Hao slowly closed his eyes while his brain forced him to realize the truth.

'I have lost. My fists have lost.'

Pi Hao thought as he realized that he lost to Zhao Luo in the thing he treasured the most.

A fistfight.

It had been three years since he had advanced to an outer disciple.

After completing many missions, he accumulated enough points to get a C grade book on the fist technique, gold-colored technique at that and he had already mastered it to the intermediate level which was a very proud achievement for him,

'But now I am a step away from losing to a new disciple. Do I really have to give up on Senior like this? The senior who was always there to help me?'

Pi Hao thought as the expression on his face changed.

He had given up but when he remembered about the three years of his time in the outer hall when he trained so much that he couldn't even participate in the previous outer disciple ranking tournaments,

'I can't give up like this.'

Something awakened in Pi Hao as he clenched his fist and opened his eyes.

"Explosive Fist."

Zhao Luo threw his right fist at Pi Hao.

The fist was aimed directly at his chest and Pi Hao had just opened his eyes.

Right after opening his eyes, he threw his right fist at Zhao Luo's fist.

"BOOOM."

Not only did he block Zhao Luo's explosive fist that had his full strength in it but he also pushed Zhao Luo back by three steps.

"Ha...Hahaha."

Pi Hao erupted with laughter.

It wasn't a condescending laugh but instead a laugh that showed his happiness over achieving something great.

"What happened?"

Looking at Pi Hao laughing in bliss, Zhao Luo questioned while being pushed back.

'I was clearly overpowering him but then he pushed me back.'

Zhao Luo went over the situation and felt stupefied.

Zhao Luo who hadn't even fought anyone in all his life as a traveler wouldn't know what was going on.

"That kid isn't bad. Achieving a breakthrough to reach the expert level in a technique during a fight isn't common. Rather it's almost close to impossible."

The third elder, Bao Fei, who was seated next to the empty seat on the left side of Xin Wang said.

"Indeed. But just what kind of emotions and pressure did my Zhao Luo put him through so that disciple could achieve such a breakthrough?"

The Second Elder, Dousan, added while he held his beard within his fist.

"No, Zhao Luo may have pressured him but you can't give all the credit to him even though we already know you favor him a lot."

Elder Bao Fei told Elder Dousan in a scolding manner.

It was like a kid was scolding his father.

"Hah, a little monkey, do you think you can observe better than me?"

"Old baboon, I may not have wrinkled eyes like you, but I am not blinded by a single disciple."

"BANG!"

As Elder Dousan and Elder Bao Fei had just started arguing, the Sect leader, Xin Wang stomped his feet to cause a blast.

"That should be enough. You both have been squandering over the disciples for too long already."

Xin Wang said to them in a majestic yet angry tone.

Indeed since the Open Battle had started both Bao Fei and Dousan kept on going against each other whenever they would judge a disciple.

They had stooped to such a point where they were calling each other monkeys and whatnot.

Xin Wang after scolding his two elders focused back on the giant stage while more than half of his focus was on Zhao Luo's fight.

"I must thank you, Brother."

Pi Hao clasped his fist and bowed his head towards Zhao Luo, mid-fight.