Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Pi Hao had clearly deflected the arrow with his palm attack and Zhao Luo had also seen him do that but right when he watched ahead, he hears the same scream that had shocked everyone.

This sudden painful sound shocked the disciples around the area.

Pi Hao and Zhao Luo were also shocked.

Zhao Luo looked to his right to look at the one who was had screamed.

"Feng Ma, What happened? Why are you screaming?"

Zhao Luo asked Feng Ma in a worried tone as Feng Ma was biting his lips and a tragic expression was written all over his face.

"B-brother..."

Si Chen called out Zhao Luo while stuttering and pointing his finger in Feng Ma's direction.

Zhao Luo's gaze followed where Si Chen was pointing and as he went around Feng Ma,

"No~"

Zhao Luo couldn't help but refuse to accept the unchangeable reality in a sad manner.

The deflected arrow had indeed fallen but not on the ground of the stage instead it was rooted in Feng Ma's straight ground.

"P-pull it out!"

Feng Ma said with a twisted voice as his right hand twitched whilst he reached for the arrow whose arrowhead couldn't be seen anymore.

"Don't worry I will pull it out right now." 

Zhao Luo grabbed the arrow but didn't pull it out right away.

"At least it didn't hit your bullseye."

Pi Hao commented while pointing towards a place between Feng Ma's legs.

'Hssss.'

Feng Ma looked at Pi Hao with boiling anger in his eyes but before he could open his mouth, Zhao Luo spoke.

"3"

"Brother pull it out swiftly."

Si Chen advised Zhao Luo who was doing a count to make Feng Ma ready for the painful tribulation.

'Nod.'

"2"

Zhao Luo nodded and continued the counting.

Feng Ma took out his wine flask and brought it closer to his mouth.

"Gulp, Gulp."

He took two sips and closed his eyes.

Zhao Luo tightened his grip around the arrow stick and slowly opened his mouth.

"1"

'Phushhh.'

Zhao Luo pulled out the arrow with an abrupt speed.

'Agh.'

Feng Ma cried out before turning around to watch the arrow that had inflicted a deep wound to his body and his heart.

Zhao Luo, Pi Hao, and Si Chen were already looking at the bloodied arrowhead while Feng Ma snatched the arrow from Zhao Luo and brought it down on his knees along the length of the arrow,

'Crack.'

thus breaking it into two.

"You Damn Bastard!"

Feng Ma turned around and cursed while looking at the wall of disciples.

His verbal attack was pointed towards the arrow user and not these disciples who were being used as a shield by that disciple.

Feng Ma glanced at Pi Hao and wanted to smack him too but now wasn't the time.

"Ahhh."

He shouted and rushed at the disciples in front of him.

"Wai-"

Zhao Luo was going to stop him but seeing Si Chen and Pi Hao following Feng Ma's charge, he shook his head.

"We will be surrounded like this."

He glanced around and found more than four parties advancing towards him.

'I am worried for them. Tsk.'

Zhao Luo thought and clicked his tongue.

He could handle the pressure of facing many disciples at once but his disciple brothers wouldn't be able to.

"There is only one way."

Zhao Luo hurriedly decided on a way out.

While Feng Ma, Si Chen, and Pi Hao rushed towards the wall of disciples, Zhao Luo turned to his right.

He squinted his eyes and locked his sight on a small group that was directing their swords at him while rushing to his position.

Zhao Luo lowered his body and raised his heel.

'The distance between them and me is around 20 meters.'

Zhao Luo mumbled as he pushed the toes of his feet backward.

"Half Walk."

Zhao Luo muttered as he flicked from his spot.

His half walk which initially held half of the potential of what 'First Walk' could do, was already closing in on the full potential of First Walk. 

Everything started from 5 meters which was indeed half of what the real beginner stage of the First Walk could do, was already at 8 meters.

Zhao Luo appeared in the middle of the place between his previous position and the group that was advancing towards him.

"Half Walk."

Zhao Luo used his foot technique right away after appearing at his new spot.

In two breaths, Zhao Luo had reached this group.

"Huh"

"What?"

"It's the target!"

"Kill him."

"FIGHT!"

The group which had eight disciples, while each of them held a black sword shouted one after another.

'Swish.'

'Slash."

They started swinging their swords at Zhao Luo brutally without hiding their intentions.

Zhao Luo dodged all of their incoming attacks by ducking and backing off.

"Another group by Mo Suo?"

He asked in a questioning tone that was directed towards these swordsmen after making some distance between them and himself.

"Hmph."

"As if a dead man needs to know."

One of them shrugged while the other was already dreaming about Zhao Luo's defeat.

"I see!"

"So you want to kill me."

Zhao Luo said with a mysterious smirk on his face.

He, who was already strong enough to beat many Second Level Sword Warriors puppets, at once was being challenged by only eight disciples who were just so so at swordsmanship.

Zhao Luo lowered his body again but used Mini Walk instead of Half Walk.

'Whoosh.'

In a breath, Zhao Luo appeared behind the one who looked the strongest of the groups while being a level eight 'VIII' disciple and pulled back his fist.

While holding back some of his strength, Zhao Luo, threw an 'explosive fist' at this disciple.

"Boom!"

A blasting sound rose from the collision and was followed by a cracking sound which was coming from inside this disciple body.

'Thud!'

The level eight 'VIII' disciple fell to his knees as his eyes rolled up showing that he was already unconscious.

'Thud!'

The disciple's face hit the ground and his body didn't move again.

"One Down, Seven to Go."

'Mini Walk.'

Zhao Luo said as on his next breath he disappeared from his position again.