Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Chapter 200: Feng Ma vs Wei Ban

This guy…kekeke.

Zhao Luo covered his mouth as he laughed at Feng Ma’s action.

‘He has gotten better…at making a fool out of others.’

Zhao Luo mumbled while glancing between Feng Ma who was bringing his flask in the direction of Wei Ban who was going to strike him with his spear.

Kang~

Wei Ban’s eyes widened as his spear was deflected as soon as it struck Feng Ma’s Wine Flask.

Hmm is that a shield?

Wei Ban backed away a few steps while questioning Feng Ma about his wine flask.

Yes. But I have got to say that you have good eyes for someone who is going to lose.

Feng Ma replied as he gave his wine flask a quick hurl.

I can’t believe that the royal family would give away such a treasure to a drunk bastard like you. How laughable.

‘Wahaha…’

Wei Ban started laughing while rubbing Feng Ma’s truth on his face.

Laughable indeed when you lose to the same drunk bastard.

Feng Ma replied to Wei Ban as he felt sober after listening to Wei Ban talk shit about him right in front of his face.

Feng Ma brought his wine flask close to his mouth and started indulging himself in it right in front of his enemy.

This crazy f-

Wei Ban slapped his spear on the stage and as the tip of the spear was stuck in the stage he lunged himself towards Feng Ma with both of his feet aimed towards Feng Ma’s face.

The moment his feet were almost going to strike Feng Ma Feng Ma slowly opened his mouth right after moving his wine flask away.

Drunken Drop.

‘Whoosh.’

He suddenly fell right on the spot where he was standing a moment ago and Wei Ban passed over him since he couldn’t stop his own momentum.

‘Thud!’

The moment Wei Ban landed on the stage again his spear was on the other side and his back was turned towards Feng Ma.

That was when he heard Feng Ma’s voice.

Drunken Kick.

‘Bang.’

Feng Ma’s feet landed squarely on his back and this caused Wei Ban to be pushed forward that is even more away from his spear than he was before.

‘Agh.’

I shouldn’t have left my spear stuck in the ground there.

Wei Ban moaned in pain and turned around while regretting his decision as he looked at his spear.

‘Whoosh.’

Feng Ma appeared in between Wei Ban’s sight which was projected on the spear while wobbling.

You want that?

Feng Ma questioned Wei Ban with a sincere expression.

‘Is he being chivalrous towards his enemy?’

Wei Ban thought but only for a second.

He nodded his head as he thought that Feng Ma would give him a chance to get his spear back thus continuing the fair fight they were having.

You will have to defeat me first.

An evil smile crept on Feng Ma’s face as he shook his wine flask.

Wei Ban thought shattered.

You dare fool me…ahhhh.

Wei Ban shouted as he jumped at Feng Ma.

Hmm come.

Feng Ma didn’t even bat an eye.

This was what he was good at. 

You think I can’t fight without my spear?

I Believe it.

Feng Ma and Wei Ban had a quick exchange of words before Wei Ban threw a right at Feng Ma.

Ahhh.

His shouting increased just like his offense.

A left a right jab an uppercut a high head kick and ending it with a spin kick.

Wei Ban kept on throwing his attacks at Feng Ma but the other guy looked like he was possessed by ten different homeless drunkards. He would dodge every attack in the weirdest possible direction and with the strangest movements. 

The crowd had their eyes narrowed as they watched Feng Ma dodge all these attacks.

A few seconds earlier.

Feng Ma dodged the left punch of Wei Ban by falling towards him and using a ‘shoulder roll’ to let Wei Ban’s punch slide by his shoulder without damaging him.

Then the right jab came at him and lowered his body further letting it pass over his head just to see an uppercut reaching towards his eyes.

Oh Shit.

Feng Ma cursed

‘Hik.’

He moved both of his feet towards the right while keeping the other joints of his body strictly stationary thus as his legs moved to the right so does his whole body that is he was able to dodge the uppercut by moving his face out of its trajectory in the strangest way possible.

Feng Ma rolled his body and then stood straight up with a mysterious smile on his face shouting silently that

IS THAT ALL YOU’VE GOT?

Wei Ban felt shocked after seeing Feng Ma’s movement and his expression but he hadn’t given up just yet.

He threw a high kick towards Feng Ma’s head.

It wasn’t a move that he had ever learned before.

Wei Ban was just copying Ai Na’s move who had used it before against Chu Ming.

But before his kick could land on Feng Ma’s face Feng Ma slouched backward instantly to dodge it.

Seeing that his attack had been dodged Wei Ban spun directly without letting his high kick come down.

He spun and used the same leg as he aimed it towards Feng Ma’s abdomen.

Whoopsie.

Feng Ma cried out and jumped like a frog.

The kick that was supposed to land on his stomach had just grazed pat by his crotch.

Hah Hah.

Feng Ma landed back on the stage while rubbing his part.

‘Close one hehe.’

He thought as soon his eyes were overwhelmed by the cheers of the crowd.

‘Whoosh.’

Feng Ma raised his flask towards the sky as he had already won in the eyes of the spectators after pulling off such a maneuver.

He had forgotten that Wei Ban was still in front of him even though his eyes were filled with disbelief and shock.

Wei Ban looked at Feng Ma who was not focusing on him because of the applauds from the crowd and took this chance to run at him.

Dragon Rising Kick.

Wei Ban came at Feng Ma with one of his knees tucked backward while his other leg was aimed at Feng Ma’s had.

Drunken Drop.

Feng Ma with a smile on his face dropped instantly again to dodge Wei Ban’s move.

Just what I wanted.

Wei Ban said as with hatred in his eyes Wei Ban stared at Feng Ma while passing over him.

What?

Feng Ma turned around as his eyes followed Wei Ban.

‘Oh shit.’