Becoming God of a Dystopian World

"My fault?"

Pi Hao didn't only have a loud mouth but his hearing was amazingly good too.

"You are the one who tried to take advantage of Senior Cutie with your looks, so how is it my fault?"

Pi Hao questioned Zhao Luo.

A story had been fixed in his mind after Zhao Luo had mistaken Pi Hao's lovely senior to be Rose. 

'There is only one way to end this bullshit.'

Zhao Luo thought and forsake the thought of explaining anything to Pi Hao.

"Once I defeat you, you will listen to me without butting in. Okay?"

Zhao Luo told a condition to Pi Hao with a calm face.

"Do you think you can beat me? How ARROGANT of you."

Pi Hao was fired as according to Zhao Luo's words, there was no other result to their fight except Pi Hao's loss.

Zhao Luo was still silent and his silence was more than an answer to Pi Hao's questions.

Zhao Luo's confidence in himself was just that much that he had never considered himself losing against anyone.

"Okay!"

Pi Hao agreed to Zhao Luo's term.

'Just listening to him won't be that bad.'

Pi Hao thought as he looked at the calm demeanor of Zhao Luo.

'But if he tells me about how much he loves Senior, then I will just cut my ears.'

Pi Hao who had taken his fantasies about the BL between Zhao Luo and Senior Cutie, decided the future of his ears if a certain situation developed after his loss but that wasn't the end.

"Then, Promise me that if I win, You will stay away from Senior."

Pi Hao told Zhao Luo.

'Nod.'

Zhao Luo nodded just so the fight between them could start.

The onlookers backed away enough that a circle of 50 feet radius was created with Zhao Luo being the center.

A little away from him was Pi Hao.

"Brother Don't lose."

Feng Ma told Zhao Luo and Si Chen couldn't agree more.

"Hah."

Zhao Luo scoffed it off when he imagined himself losing this and not getting a chance to set things straight.

He would become an eternal lover of Senior Cutie in the spectator's eyes and in the eyes of everyone who was watching this unfold.

Si Chen and Feng Ma also backed away and joined the disciples outside of the circle.

This side of the stage was like a cold graveyard.

A silence had descended in this area with everyone's eyes focused on Zhao Luo and Pu Hao.

'Who will win, the pretty boy or the loudmouth?'

Manh disciples couldn't help but think as a gust of wind blew across them.

Zhao Luo looked at Pi Hao and inspected him.

'He is as tall as me. But on the bulky side.'

Zhao Luo mumbled and stepped forward towards Pi Hao, while his robe fluttered because of the wind.

Looking at Zhao Luo advancing toward him with his fluttering robe, Pi Hao slowly opened his mouth.

"This brother is quite cool..."

Pi Hao said as he also stepped towards Zhao Luo.

'A calming fist should be enough for him.'

Zhao Luo thought as he lowered his body and clenched his fist.

"Half Walk."

Zhao Luo disappeared from his place and appeared before Pi Hao shocking him with his flashing technique.

Zhao Luo pulled back his clenched fist and then aimed it at Pi Hao's stomach.

With widened eyes, Pi Hao saw Zhao Luo's fist coming at him and smirked.

"Hmmm."

'Whoosh.'

Zhao Luo's punch landed perfectly on an empty space.

'What?'

Pi Hao had evaded his attack by turning left in the last instant shocking Zhao Luo in return.

Zhao Luo rotated his body and threw multiple explosive fists at Pi Hao.

"Brother you are overly confident on your fists."

Before Zhao Luo's fist could hit Pi Hao, he spoke in a cold tone.

"We will see if that is the case or not."

Zhao Luo replied and found Pi Hao pulling back his fist too.

'Is he going to match my fists?'

Zhao Luo wondered but his question didn't remain unanswered.

'Boom.'

The moment Zhao Luo's punches, which were in the explosive fist plane, were going to hit Pi Hao's body, his punches were stopped time after time again.

'BANG!'

'BANG!'

'BANG!'

Pi Hao perfectly blocked each one of Zhao Luo's punches with his fist.

"Oh My GAWD, are they still outer disciples and not some inner disciples in disguise?"

One of the disciples on the giant stage who was spectating this fight spoke out loudly.

"Indeed, the speed of their fists and the power of each fist is unmeasurable. But the fact that both the pretty boy and the loudmouth are equally matched every time their fists collides is more mind-blowing than their power and speed."

A smarter disciple added as he stared at the barrages of fists exchanged between Zhao Luo and Pi Hao.

"How many fists are there?"

A disciple questioned in shock.

Even though his question didn't make sense as both Zhao Luo and Pi Hao had two fists each but if a person was looking at them throwing them then he would ask the same question as this disciple.

"BOOM, BOOM."

Zhao Luo and Pi Hao kept on clashing with their fists but both hadn't taken a single hit on their bodies till now.

Their fists were so fast that to others it looked like they were throwing twenty fists, each second as the surrounding disciples could clearly see all of these twenty fists.

'Even though I am holding back fifty percent of my strength, but he isn't bad.'

Zhao Luo praised Pi Hao in his mind and clenched his fist even more tightly than before.

"Explosive Fists."

Zhao Luo shouted as he increased the speed of his fist and the power of his fist had increased by a little too.

"Water Metal Fist."

Pi Hao shouted the name of his fist technique as he once again countered each one of Zhao Luo's punches without backing down or letting a punch escape and hit his body.