Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Zhao Luo was looking at his resources which only had one purpose, that is, to make him stronger.

"These won't do."

Zhao Luo mumbled as his gaze passed over the scrolls that Senior Ballum had given him.

[Technique of the War Sovereign: War Cry]

[Sword Style: Random Sword]

Then he looked at the lower side of his left arm and stared at the lustrous crimson tattoo of S that was 5 inches big.

"I guess it's an ordinary tattoo, for now."

Zhao Luo already knew that he will only be benefitting from these three things only when he starts using internal energy.

Till then using the two techniques would be too much for his body just like how the Half Step had dried his legs.

Even if he opened these scrolls and learned them while going against Senior Ballum's advice, he wouldn't be able to bring out even the techniques, beginner level to its maximum potential.

Without learning to use internal energy, it would be a waste of time if he tried learning these techniques in almost the week he had.

Storing these two scrolls and his swords, Zhao Luo looked at the two books and the scroll that was left outside resting on his lap.

[Bullet Fist]

[Bullet Fist-II]

[Extraordinary Breath]

Zhao Luo looked at the two books with the same name, while the second was the continuation of the first which was supposed to be a complete technique on its own.

The overall ranking of the technique 'Bullet Fist' was 'D' rank while being a silver-colored fist technique.

'Extraordinary Breath.'

Zhao Luo looked at the golden scroll and called out the name of the technique contained within it.

'A technique which is impossible to learn...great.'

Zhao Luo complained while remembering getting sabotaged by Senior Cutie in the library.

"These two should be enough."

Zhao Luo said as he stored the scroll.

Zhao Luo could already be called a swordsman. He had swung his sword no less than a hundred thousand times while practicing the "self-learned" arts that he had copied from the puppets so he was confident in his swordsmanship.

He knew that he sucked at unarmed combat, so he wanted something that could help cover this weakness of his and this fist technique was the answer to all his problems.

If he could achieve even the intermediate level in bullet fist then his only weakness will also be covered.

Zhao Luo grabbed the fist technique books and closed his eyes.

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'Shrrr~'

A moment later, Zhao Luo opened his eyes and found himself inside the dark space.

The two books were in his hand.

"I should learn these techniques first, then summon my apparitions."

Zhao Luo mumbled before he proceeded to open the first book of Bullet Fist.

This route was better for him as if he understood the technique first before summoning his apparitions, then they will also know the technique.

Zhao Luo had already planned on how he would be proceeding after summoning his apparitions.

He had more than six days to get ready for the ranking tournament and Zhao Luo had decided to spend all his time here, in the dark space.

"What better way to train than to fight nine of my apparitions who can keep on fighting back?"

Zhao Luo who was talking to himself shrugged, he was finally realizing how overwhelming his ability was.

Zhao Luo opened the C grade bronze book 'Bullet Fist'.

He couldn't advance to the second book till he mastered the first one as there was such a condition included in the 'Bullet Fist II'.

'SSUSSURUS'

Zhao Luo looked at the first page.

[Bullet Fist]

Just like before the name of the technique was there with the short introduction of the technique.

Zhao Luo glanced at the intro and kept on jumping his glances at different parts of the page as he already knew what the author of this technique had tried here.

[A millennium ago, what did the martial arts practitioners used when...]

[Yes, Disciple. Your thought is right. It was indeed the Fists. But fists alone don't...]

Zhao Luo skimmed through everything just to find an instruction missing from the first page.

That was the [To Learn: 20 points] part, that wasn't on the first page anymore.

Zhao Luo had already used his points on it before thus causing this part to disappear from the first page.

'SSUSSURUS'

Zhao Luo flipped the paper and went on to the second page.

This was the main page, again something, Zhao Luo had already gone over. But at that time he was only curious about what the technique could help him achieve.

'I am going to master it this time!'

Zhao Luo said with complete focus on the content of the page in front of him.

[ Learn: When each part of your upper limbs, the phalanges, and the tendons of your hand, the joints of your arm and shoulder act as one, only then a fist can match a modern weapon.]

Zhao Luo looked up and stared into the darkness of his dark space.

"So only the upper part of the body, starting from my shoulder and ending at my fingertips, is to be focused at the same time on a single point."

Zhao Luo tried to understand the essence of the technique but it didn't seem that easy as he had yet to try it.

[Once you master this technique then no normal sword or any other weapon practitioner at the same level as you will be able to stop your fist with his weapon. Just like how a dragon's ascent can not be stopped by the heavenly skies, your fist will rise without equals]

"Sounds overpowering, but even such a powerful technique can be improved further."

Zhao Luo gazed at the second book.

Without waiting any further, he flipped to the next page.

[The technique is divided into three planes.]

[ Explosive Fist Plane ]

[ Calming Fist Plane ]

[ Bullet Fist Plane ]

Zhao Luo read the three planes of the Bullet Fist. These were the stages in which the Bullet Fist was divided.

"I can't wait to learn the last stage."

Zhao Luo said with excited eyes while looking at the third plane which was the ultimate form of the technique.

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