Becoming God of a Dystopian World

"Hah."

Mo Suo grunted and closed the distance between him and Zhao Luo in three breaths.

He pulled back his golden sword and swung it towards Zhao Luo while bringing both of his from his right side.

Zhao Luo looked at the big golden sword coming at him and raised blackey towards his left side to block Mo Suo's sword swing.

'Clang.'

The two swords collided in mid-motion.

"Wood Drop."

Zhao Luo pulled Blackey back but instantly brought it towards the golden sword again.

'Clang.'

Zhao Luo hurriedly raised his right wrist while using Ifrit which was in his right hand.

Zhao Luo brought down Ifrit towards Mo Suo's head who pulled his golden sword away from Zhao Luo's left side and Blackey while trying to defend Zhao Luo's attack.

Zhao Luo lowered his knee while pushing his other leg, which in turn increased the speed of Ifrit thus raising the power behind Zhao Luo's sword.

'Swoosh.'

"Burst Slash."

'Clang.'

Ifrit fell on Mo Suo's golden sword, causing Mo Suo's hand to start trembling under the pressure of Zhao Luo's swords burst slash.

Zhao Luo raised both of his swords backward while Mo Suo was pushed back by a step.

Zhao Luo's body was falling towards Mo Suo, while his knees were bent thus lowering his height as he swung both Ifrit and Blackey towards Mo Suo at the same time.

"Dual Burst Drop."

Zhao Luo shouted explosively just like his sword attack which was close to falling on Mo Suo who was retaliated by bringing the thick side of his sword in the way of Zhao Luo's swords.

'Ting~'

Mo Suo barely stopped Zhao Luo's attack with his sword but right then Zhao Luo pulled back his swords one after another just to drop them on Mo Suo's golden sword right after that.

'Clang.'

'Clang.'

After Zhao Luo dropped Ifrit and Blackey, one after another on the golden sword, Mo Suo who was on the other end couldn't withhold the pressure of Zhao Luo's attack anymore.

"Boom."

He fell to the ground on his knees causing a loud blast while his legs and knees were an inch deep in the stage.

Even though he had fallen his hands still held the golden sword tightly while blocking both of Zhao Luo's swords.

"Hmph."

Zhao Luo instantly raised his swords again and brought them down on Mo Suo's sword.

"Burst Slash."

Zhao Luo's sword struck the broad end of the sword again.

"Boom."

It was a one-sided beating as Mo Suo wasn't even allowed to get up.

"Clang~"

Zhao Luo kept on going and looked like a devil whose right half was covered with crimson light and the left half was covered with darkness.

That's just how fast Zhao Luo was swinging his swords at Mo Suo.

Slowly in a matter of a minute, Mo Suo's golden sword was lowered as his arms gave out.

His palms were bleeding as he had used his whole strength just to keep his golden sword in the path between his head and Zhao Luo's sword black and crimson sword.

'Will I fall here?'

Mo Suo wondered as he looked at the blood that was spilling out of his hand while the hilt of his sword was dyed red.

Each time Zhao Luo's swords would fall, some of the blood from his palm would be splashed on his face.

This woke something inside him.

"Fear."

"Is this fear?"

Mo Suo mumbled as he looked at Zhao Luo who looked like a madman with ferocious eyes.

"He will kill me."

Mo Suo was scared as he looked at Zhao Luo's eyes which showed a deep hatred towards Mo Suo.

While Zhao Luo himself was just annoyed.

'What is this? I feel like I am beating the drums of Bellum again.'

Zhao Luo mumbled as he tightened his grip around the hilts of his swords and brought them down furiously on the golden sword.

"Clang, Clang."

Once again, a crimson and a black light were left behind as afterimages while Zhao Luo struck Mo Suo's sword with Ifrit and Blackey.

"Boom."

Mo Suo was being etched into the giant stage, slowly yet surely, as the result of each collision.

The crowd was struck silent as the battle continued.

The moment Zhao Luo took out his swords, everything had changed.

The battle had turned into a solo show of Mo Suo getting squashed by the pressure of Zhao Luo's swords.

The trembling hands of Mo Suo loosened.

That was also the moment when his golden sword fell from his hand,

"Bang!"

A short sound escaped as the dust was raised when the golden sword dropped on the stage.

"Admit defeat..."

"Or..."

"DIE!"

Zhao Luo coldly said through his breath as he looked at the golden-haired Mo Suo.

Mo Suo was on his knees with his sword lying in front of him.

He could see his reflection.

'What a wretched sight.'

Mo Suo thought as he looked at his own eyes in the reflection.

The eyes of a sore loser like the ones, a dead fish leaves behind. 

Zhao Luo realized that Mo Suo was reaching something.

'Is he acknowledging his defeat?'

Zhao Luo mumbled as he raised Blackey slowly while Mo Suo was lost in his thoughts.

Mo Suo looked at his bloody hands and finally realized how badly he had lost against a peer.

Someone who was a level lower than him.

While he was going over his utter defeat at the hands of Zhao Luo, a screeching sound entered his ear.

'Swoosh.'

He looked up and found Zhao Luo's black sword coming diagonally at him towards his neck.

"I giv-"

Mo Suo tried to give up but the darkness of the approaching Blackey enveloped him, increasing his fear to an unmeasurable level.

Mo Suo closed his eyes and waited for Zhao Luo's sword.

Zhao Luo didn't care if Mo Suo wanted to give up or not as the time to surrender was already up.

'Even I can't stop my sword now.'

Zhao Luo thought as his sword flowed like a resisting wave of a river while the blade of his sword, Blackey almost reached Mo Suo's neck right in front of everyone's eyes.