Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Even though Extraordinary breath was like Naoli, it only provided just a single image, that is, only one ghost could be formed.

"Let's finish this."

Zhao Luo mumbled as he continued reading from the scroll.

[ The immortal ghost will have the same strength as you! ]

"What?"

Zhao Luo was shocked but the writing ahead continued even more shocking information.

[ This is just half of what, my technique, extraordinary breath can do. Till I, Tang Zi, master the other half, be content with this much. Adios~ my disciple. ]

The scroll ended there.

"Adios, my foot. Who is this senior?"

Zhao Luo wanted to meet this senior.

It was like how a fan would act while reading his favorite author's book.

"But this technique should be easy."

Zhao Luo mumbled while gazing over it once more.

"So basically my ghost will be as powerful as me, but it's only able to help me with training. As for its other uses, the scroll is incomplete, tsk."

Zhao Luo went over the use of summoning a ghost.

He had already mastered Naoli so thinking that this technique is somewhat similar Zhao Luo wondered, "What if I can absorb my ghost?"

Zhao Luo couldn't wait to try it as he stored his scroll in his storage space and closed his eyes.

'Mhmmm.'

'mhmm~'

Zhao Luo started meditating.

Behind his closed eyes, Zhao Luo imagined an exact copy of himself without making anything bigger.

The skeletal shape, shape of the body, the muscles, the little brother of his, the color of his skin, and his handsome face, everything looked the same to him.

After the image that he created in his mind matched with him perfectly, Zhao Luo was ready to summon him.

To remember something was that, Zhao Luo was already in the dark space, which was, a mental world inside his mind.

Thus the moment, Zhao Luo tried to summon his image, another Zhao Luo had appeared in front of him.

'Fsh.'

Zhao Luo opened his eyes as he felt another presence inside his dark space and found himself sitting in front of him.

"So this is my Ghost."

Zhao Luo mumbled as he got on his all fours and went towards his ghost to inspect it.

The ghost was sitting in the exact posture of Zhao Luo and couldn't help but stare at Zhao Luo who was circling him.

"Interesting. He looks quite different than my apparitions."

Zhao Luo started comparing this ghost to his other apparitions.

"But what if I imagine another one?"

Zhao Luo closed his eyes and created another perfect image of himself.

As he summoned it, he opened his eyes.

His ghost perished but then the same ghost formed in front of him again. So Zhao Luo realized why the Senior Tang Zi had used the word immortal for Ghost.

"Let's try absorbing it."

Zhao Luo mumbled before reaching out to his ghost with his hand.

"Absorb!"

Zhao Luo commanded just to watch his ghost tilting its face and looking at Zhao Luo as if he was watching a clown.

"Damn so that doesn't work. But what is with this look...huh..."

Zhao Luo pushed his face towards the face of his ghost.

But then as he stared at its face and the ghost looked down, Zhao Luo instantly moved away while cursing at his ghost.

"Damn, handsome bastard."

Zhao Luo said in an angry tone.

"Hmm, so I can only use it for training."

Zhao Luo rubbed his chin as he started wondering about his next course of action. 

"What if i-"

A brilliant idea popped up in his mind.

"Summon."

The word rolled away from his tongue and nine apparitions appeared in front of him.

"Defeat him."

Zhao Luo commanded his apparitions while pointing at his ghost.

"Hehe, let's see if you have copied my skill just like my face."

Just having a handsome face like Zhao Luo's wasn't enough.

Zhao Luo wanted to see if this ghost of his was really on par with him.

'Tap'

"Let's see how you fare against them."

Zhao Luo patted the shoulder of his ghost and told it.

'Nod.'

The ghost nodded showing that it could understand what Zhao Luo was telling it.

Zhao Luo sat down and got ready to observe the battle between his ghost and his apparitions that will be starting anytime now.

In the middle of the dark space.

A hundred feet away from Zhao Luo.

-

Zhao Luo's ghost and Zhao Luo's apparitions looked at each other.

Zhao Luo looked at this scene and wondered about who will win this fight.

"Someone who is supposed to be as powerful as me or nine of my ghastly selves who can use almost fifty percent of my power...hehe, let's see."

He mumbled and that's when one of his apparitions, rushed at his ghost while the other apparitions followed him.

The fight had started.

-

'Grrr.'

The ghost suddenly roared like a beast, something that was never done by Zhao Luo.

But the next thing he did, shocked Zhao Luo.

All the apparitions were coming at the ghost while throwing their fists at him as for the ghost he had both of his fists pulled back.

'Whee~'

A sound of space tearing was left in the way of his fists as the ghost perfectly replicated the fist of yin and yang.

The moment the nine apparitions who were using the bullet fist came in contact with the sigil of yin and yang that had been created in front of the ghost's fists,

"BOOOM"

A blast resounded in the dark space and a shockwave escaped from the collision of those two techniques.

The shockwave was so big that even Zhao Luo who was 100 feet away could feel its pressure.

The place of collision was covered with a big mountain of dust as if someone threw a nuke at that spot.

From within the dust, the nine apparitions could be seen flying away with their eyes closed.

'What?'

Zhao Luo looked at this scene with squinted eyes and realized that the silhouette of his apparitions was flickering.

"If the ghost is as powerful as me, then this should be the real power of the bullet fist of yin and yang."

Zhao Luo said as till now he had only been using the tungsten mountain as his sparring tool.