Becoming God of a Dystopian World

'What?'

Zhao Luo forced his ist forward but his arm only trembled in the same place as the strength in his fist which was in the explosive plane dissipated.

In front of his fist was the little finger of the old man while the other one was being used by him to scratch his ear.

"Master."

Zhao Luo jumped back and while looking at the old man's back he addressed him.

"What? Are you giving up already?"

While slowly turning around and blowing on the top of the finger, the old man questioned Zhao Luo.

"Maybe I went too hard on you."

The old man kept on rambling on while Zhao Luo looked disturbed.

'How can I push him back?'

Zhao Luo had many things to try but looking at how easily his master had stopped his explosive fist with just a single finger of his, crushed his hopes.

"Master, can you go easy on me?"

Zhao Luo slowly requested but instead of answering his request, the old man was shocked.

"sigh~"

The old man emitted a long breath that expressed his disappointment.

"How shameless."

The old man shook his head.

"I am already on the last of my fingers and you want me to go easy on you?"

"No, I don't mean it like that."

"Then?"

The old man was left confused by Zhao Luo's reply.

"Just don't use your fingers to block my attacks. Instead, you should attack me with them."

Zhao Luo explained to the old man but the thing he was talking about left the old man in more confusion.

"Don't cry, later on, young man."

The old man looked angered as he felt challenged by Zhao Luo.

'Does he think that me going on offense will be easier than simply defending?'

The old man wondered.

Looking at his ace which was filled with questions, Zhao Luo vanished from his spot.

"Mini Walk."

"Calming Fist."

Zhao Luo threw his fist with all his strength while following it by throwing his other fist at the old man's face.

'Now move.'

Zhao Luo shouted in his mind since there was no way that his proud master would let Zhao Luo's fists fall on his face.

'I see. So that's why he didn't want me to use my fingers to defend.'

The old man smiled as he looked at Zhao Luo's fist and realized that both fists were a microsecond apart from each other as they aimed for his head.

"Do you think these slow fists can touch me?"

The old man slowly tilted his body and even the action which slows to him was faster than Zhao Luo's fists.

'Whoosh.'

A sound entered Zhao Luo's ear who was watching the old man dodging his fists while throwing his arm towards him.

Right at the front was the weapon of mass destruction, the small finger of the old man was like the spearhead of a spear as it moved towards Zhao Luo's chest.

"You fell for it, master. SUMMON!"

Zhao Luo's apparition instantly appeared around him and one of them was right between Zhao Luo and the old man.

'I fell for it?'

The old man's finger passed through the chest of the apparitions, at the same time, Zhao Luo who was behind his apparition pulled back both of his fists.

The old man pulled back his arm and tried to use his other finger to throw the apparition away but the other apparitions grabbed onto him.

Some were stuck to his leg, some were grabbing onto his arms, while one was even hanging on his back while waiting for the old man to give him a piggyback ride.

But this wasn't even the most annoying part.

"Grrrr."

The old man groaned as one of the apparitions was pulling his snow-white beard.

Right, when the old man was burdened with the eight apparitions who were messing around while getting popped open by the old man's pinky, the ninth one was blocking his view of Zhao Luo.

A sound entered the old man's ear as he turned his head towards the apparition whose chest was left with a hole after being hit by his finger.

Zhao Luo's fists landed on the ninth apparition and kept on going forward.

"Fist of Yin and Yang."

The apparition was stuck to the old man, while a black and white sigil was  enlarging.

"HAHAAHA."

'Sacrificing others to achieve his goal. GOOD. GOOD.'

The old man laughed while the apparition between him and Zhao Luo's fist was slowly crumbling as Zhao Luo's fist which had the yin and yang sigil in front of them reached the old man.

"BOOM."

All the apparitions turned into black smoke and scattered while making a dark cloud that covered the old man.

Zhao Luo stood in front of the old man as he opened his mouth and the black cloud seeped back inside him through his mouth.

"Shit."

Zhao Luo cursed as the old man was yawning while looking even calmer than before.

"This is too much."

Zhao Luo complained and thought of trying something else.

"Just give up. I can guess that this was your best attack."

The old man was talking about the bullet fist of yin and yang.

"I-i..."

Zhao Luo opened his mouth but no words came out as he looked down.

'Ghost.'

A little far away, an exact image of Zhao Luo appeared and started moving sneakily behind the old man.

The ghost stood exactly ten meters away from his back but the old man who was an Empera had no idea since he was too focused on enjoying the disappointed look that was hanging on his disciple's face.

"So are you giving up? Even if you do, I have decided to reward you with the knowledge. Hah, where will you find a master like me?"

The old man smiled as he assured Zhao Luo while Zhao Luo nodded while slowly opening his mouth.

"Master, I think I will...."

"Yes?"

The old man waited for Zhao Luo to drop the last two words that he wanted to hear.

He had already achieved his goal of disciplining Zhao Luo since all of this had started from Zhao Luo being too happy with his improvement regarding his measly strength and slowly turned into a battle between the master and disciple.

The old man simply wanted to do his job as a master and simply guide his disciple but the thought of challenging had ignited a fire inside both of them.

"I will... Sssssummmmonnnnn~"

Zhao Luo mumbled while rolling the word out of his tongue as he prolonged it and his apparitions appeared again.

The old man laughed again, as his disciple was even more pretentious than anyone he had ever met.

Zhao Luo slowly moved forward, while each of his apparitions moved behind him. 

Zhao Luo lowered his body, and all the apparitions followed his actions without being told.

With their actions synced, they all lowered their bodies. Each apparition was behind the other one while Zhao Luo was in the lead. The last apparition was holding the right hand of the apparition in front of him with his left hand. The same goes for the one in front of him and it continued towards the apparition who was standing behind Zhao Luo. Except for the one behind Zhao Luo who had his right hand held by the one behind him while his own left hand looked like it was ready to grab Zhao Luo's hand.

"Do you think you can push me out of this circle? By weird tricks?"

The old man questioned as he looked at Zhao Luo and his apparitions who were advancing towards him slowly while holding each other's hand.

"Are you going on a picnic with your apparitions? Silly disciple of mine."

The old man kept on joking around while Zhao Luo stopped right when he was a meter away from the old man with each of his apparitions a step behind him.

"Mini Walk."

Zhao Luo vanished from his spot, and all the apparitions who were behind him flashed behind him while making their way towards the old man.

At the same time, the ghost who had been waiting eight meters away used 'half walk' and closed in on the old man's back.

"HAHAHA."

The old man laughed and a serious look appeared in his eyes.

Zhao Luo knew that things were about to go down as the old man was laughing with a glint of seriousness in his deep profound eyes.

He knew that the old man had already realized that he was getting attacked from both sides, but Zhao Luo was the first to throw both of his fists at him.

Two fists flew towards the old man as Zhao Luo appeared in front of him. While the ghost had appeared behind him an instant later than Zhao Luo.

"The same attack again?"

Looking at Zhao Luo's fist coming at him, the old man thought of the earlier attack and advanced with his finger directed at the space between Zhao Luo's fist, while turning his head around towards the ghost.

"Fist of Yin and Yang."

The fists of the ghost came towards the old man but instead of stopping it, he was shocked as he felt a pulling force from the other side.

He instantly turned around and found Zhao Luo's hand left hand grabbing his beard as Zhao Luo pulled the old man's beard towards himself.

"Pull!"

Zhao Luo shouted and the apparition behind him grabbed Zhao Luo's right hand and all the apparitions suddenly pulled each other backward.

All the force gathered on a single point, that is, the old man's snowy beard that looked more precious to him than his disciple.

The moment the pulling force affected him, the fists of the ghost landed on his back.

Even though the fist of yin and yang wasn't able to damage him, it did give him a gentle push which was added to the pulling force that Zhao Luo was applying on the old man's beard.