《Becoming God of a Dystopian World 》Chapter 184: Punishment
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Zhao Luo stopped clapping at Xiao Yu's action and decided to respect his challenging spirit.
"If you want a fight then I will give you one."
Zhao Luo said to him while looking straight into his eyes with a calm demeanor
'Nod.'
Xiao Yu slightly lowered his knees and brought his palms in front of his chest while directing them towards Zhao Luo.
"This is my 8 palm fighting stance. I hope you won't hold anything back. Otherwise, it will be your Doom."
Xiao Yu told Zhao Luo with an arrogant tone showing confidence in his technique and also relaying the outcome of the fight if Zhao Luo held back his strength.
"I think I will decide that!"
Zhao Luo said as he looked around and smiled.
He didn't take Xiao Yu's words seriously as till now no one was able to force him to use his full strength and neither was there a use to from the start.
While Zhao Luo's primary objective was punishing these disciples who were here to gang up on Mo Anna, thus he looked back at Xiao Yu.
"And to find out if I have to use my full strength against you, you will have to wait."
He had taken off his sight from Xiao Yu instead he was looking at the disciples who had backed off after his and Xiao Yu's display of strength.
"Where..."
Zhao lowered his body and spoke in a cold voice.
"Are..."
He raised his heel.
"You..."
Pushed his toes down abruptly.
"Going?"
'Half Walk.'
'Flick.'
Zhao Luo vanished from his spot.
Xiao Yu's hair blew backward as a gust of wind passed through him while his eyes moved along with the cause of that sudden wind pressure.
Zhao Luo who was the reason for that gust of wind, glanced at Xiao Yu and found him clearly looking at his eyes as both of them stared at each other for an infinitely short time.
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'No Way.'
Zhao Luo didn't believe that any disciple from the outer hall could be able to see his movements in such a perfect manner since his foot technique's main concept was to cover a distance in a single breath.
While shaking his head Zhao Luo dived towards the disciples who were backing in a sense that they were strategically running away till Zhao Luo's fight ended with Xiao Yu.
The disciples who were initially running away, couldn't help but tremble as they heard the cold voice of Zhao Luo.
They froze on their spots and turned around while taking out their weapons.
A big battle had broken out.
On one side Zhao Luo was attacking these disciples as they fought back and on the other side, the disciples had stopped backing off as they took this chance to jump on Mo Anna.
Xiao Yu looked around with furrowed brows while thinking about the stance he should take.
He had nothing to do with the disciples who had surrounded Zhao Luo and Mo Anna, neither did he had anything to do with Zhao Luo except for the fact that Zhao Luo could prove to be his best opponent.
'He is arrogant.'
Xiao Yu thought as he looked towards Zhao Luo and moved in the opposite direction to help Mo Anna.
Xiao Yu had chosen to stand with Zhao Luo.
"I am only helping you so our fight can start faster!"
A shout entered Zhao Luo's ear as he looked back and found Xiao Yu fighting with the disciples who were moving towards Mo Anna.
Zhao Luo smiled and turned back towards his enemies.
"Come."
He said to them as it was the perfect time to punish them.
"Ahhhh."
The disciples screamed as they ran towards Zhao Luo with bloodshot eyes while swinging their fists and swords.
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"Hmph."
Zhao Luo shrugged as he dodged the attacks that were coming at him from left and right.
He pulled back his fists and set them free like there was no tomorrow.
'Calming Fists.'
'Thud!'
'Thud!'
Zhao Luo's fist hit a few disciples who just took a step back.
With disgusting grins on their faces and shocked eyes, they opened their mouths.
"His fists are weak so don't worry."
They said to the disciples who were coming forward.
The disciples from those who were on their way to attack Zhao Luo smiled while seeing Zhao Luo use his fist.
"Just being fast won't help you."
"Eat my sword."
"Die, you handsome bastard!"
Many of them shouted as their sword slashes rained down on Zhao Luo's head.
"GAHHHH~"
Even before their swords could hit him.
The disciples who had taken a hit from Zhao Luo's "powerless" fists started screaming in agony.
Some were holding their broken arms while others were vomiting mouthfuls of blood as they fell to their knees.
Hearing these painful screams, the disciples who were in the middle of their attack shuddered.
Zhao Luo looked up and saw four swords coming at him while the ones holding the swords were looking at him as if they were looking at a demon.
They wanted nothing more to do than to slice apart Zhao Luo's fist with the blade of their swords but before that could happen only two words entered their ears.
"Bullet Fist."
Zhao Luo released his left fist at the four swords and the moment the coming four swords touched his counter, bullet fist the swords exploded, and the bones in the arms of these disciples started breaking while they were blown away by the pressure of the Bullet Fist.
'AGHHH.'
More screams erupted from outside of the giant stage as Zhao Luo blew away his enemies without giving them any leeway.
While on the other side, Xiao Yu who was covering a side for Mo Anna had his palm directed in different directions.
One palm up while the other palm down.
Around him, more than more twenty disciples were lying on the ground.
Some were unconscious while some had eyes open wide like an ostrich, shocked by the prowess of Xiao Yu.
"Clap."
Xiao Yu brought his palms together after completing a half circle with both of his hands.
"WOAHHHHH."
The crowd erupted as their eyes were locked on Zhao Luo, Xiao Yu, and Mo Anna who were in the middle of the giant stage.
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