Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Both the weapons were extremely close to colliding with each other.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats.

The disciple around the stage had their fists closed as the tension kept on rising.

And then,

Si Chen's horizontal slash clashed with Wei Ban's Rising dragon.

Young Masters of two martial families, one who used a spear technique and the other who used a swords style, clashed with their moves.

'CLANG.'

The spear tip, that is the Rising Dragon of Wei Ban had stopped the sharp end, which was the Horizontal Slash of Si Chen.

"hooof, hoo."

Both breathed out as the strength of their moves was equal thus ending their clash in a draw.

Even though it was a draw the collision was very impactful.

'Whoosh, Whoosh.'

Both jumped backward to neutralize away the residual force of their blows.

'Thud.'

The moment they landed, both Si Chen and Wei Ban moved at each other again.

They both targeted the same place on each other's body, the throat.

Wei Ban brought his spear straight forward, at Si Chen's throat while using the Wei Family's Spear technique

"Spear Heart: Swift Dragon."

A move in which the spear user, focused the spear on a point even before starting its motion.

It was like a sniper waiting for his enemy to pass a single point to pull the trigger.

Seeing the spear coming at him, and since his sword had a shorter range than the spear, Si Chen responded by bringing his sword diagonally at Wei Ban's spear.

"Chen Family Sword Style, Second Sword: Diagonal Slash."

Si Chen's sword came at the spear and the moment both the spear and the sword clashed for the third time,

'CLANG, Boom.'

Wei Ban's spear was blown away but he still kept a hold on it while his arm moved upwards uncontrollably.

As for Si Chen, he moved inwards and brought his sword towards Wei Ban's neck.

"Admit Defeat!"

'shss.'

Si Chen told Wei Ban in a cold voice while slowly pushing his sword towards the skin of Wei Ban's neck causing a streak of blood to flow out of it very slowly.

'Ting~'

Wei Ban dropped his spear instantly.

[ 5th disciple, Si Chen has won the fight against the 60th disciple, Wei Ban! ]

"Wow, his sword won."

"What an amazing fight!"

"They both were remarkable."

The elder listened to the comments and exclamation coming from the crowd's reaction as the winner was announced.

From on top of the podium, he had the best view of the fight so he totally agreed with these comments as the elder could be seen nodding his head.

On the stage, Wei Ban had already gotten off but before he could rejoin with the other disciples a drunk voice entered his ears.

"Hik. S-SERVERS YOU RIGHT."

Feng Ma shouted at Wei Ban who had previously announced that he would be killing Feng Ma after defeating Si Chen.

'Hmph.'

Wei Ban just glanced at Feng Ma and moved away without giving any reply.

"Si Chen, will you continue? Or will you stop?"

The elder looked at Si Chen and asked if he wanted to continue or not.

"I will stop here." 

Si Chen shook his head. 

'I barely won this one after using my best attacks.'

Si Chen thought as to him it was a close fight.

'Hmm.'

The Elder pondered over Si Chen's reply as it looked like he could still go on.

'Whatever.'

[ Si Chen has successfully acquired the rank, 60. Now the next challenger will go on stage ]

Another announcement was made after which Si Chen walked off the stage and from the other side, Feng Ma started moving towards it.

"Good Luck."

Zhao Luo said to Feng Ma while Feng Ma only raised his hand and showed Zhao Luo his fist without even turning towards him.

After going on the stage, Feng Ma didn't wait for the elder to ask him about who he wanted to challenge.

'Gulp, Gulp.'

Taking two sips of wine from his hard wine flask, Feng Ma rubbed his mouth with his robe.

Then he turned to look at the top hundred disciples.

"You wanted to kill me, huh."

"GET YOUR ASS UP HERE, WEI BAN!"

Feng Ma shouted at the top of his lungs while looking straight at Wei Ban who had just been in a fight.

[ 4th disciple, Feng Ma has challenged the 61st disciple, Wei Ban ]

Wei Ban who had lost his rank to Si Chen was already on the 61st rank and now the 4th of the qualified disciple was challenging him.

Weird discussions broke out around the Colosseum after Feng Ma's announcement as they saw Wei Ban walking back on stage.

"What a badass."

"Badass? He is just a sneaky bastard!"

"Since when did being smart become a trait of a sneaky fellow?"

The crowd was split into two factions, one supported Feng Ma's decision while the other group was worried about Wei Ban as they considered Feng Ma to be using lowly tactics.

"Didn't he say that he will kill Feng Ma? So why can't Feng Ma challenge someone who wanted to kill him?"

Another disciple spoke in a loud voice disrupting the going arguments.

While on the stage, Feng Ma and Wei Ban were staring at each other.

"Look, I gave you a chance."

Feng Ma said to Wei Ban with an evil smirk on his face.

Wei Ban took out his spear from his storage ring and moved it like a whip.

'Whoosh.'

A whipping sound broke out from Wei Ban's surroundings.

"I will wipe that smile off your face."

Wei Ban said in a cold tone as he jumped at Feng Ma who was still smiling at Wei Ban.

[ START ]

The elder fumbled while looking at the eager Wei Ban, who was already moving towards Feng Ma and hurriedly announced the start of their battle.

"We will see about that."

Feng Ma brought his wine flask upwards as he waited for Wei Ban to approach him.

Feng Ma still looked calm but that evil smile showed that he was cooking something.