Becoming God Of A Dystopian World-Chapter 213: Who Is He?
"Tang~"
Zhao Luo's eyes widened as his sword was stopped by an invisible force.
"What?"
Zhao Luo shouted but his knees were forced to bend under the mysterious pressure that had suddenly appeared on him.
"It's like this pressure is shouting, 'bend your knees'."
Zhao Luo's knees bent but he pushed himself back instead of falling.
'Skwish.'
Zhao Luo stepped back while wobbling and skewered the stage with his swords.
His hands stayed on the flat end of the hilt as Zhao Luo used the flat end like his support.
'Tap.'
The Senior Elder jumped down towards Zhao Luo and tapped his shoulder.
'The pressure disappeared.'
The moment Zhao Luo felt the elder's hand on his shoulder, the pressure on him had disappeared.
Zhao Luo turned around and looked at Mo Rong.
'This bastard.'
Zhao Luo cursed at Mo Rong as his hands were in Zhao Luo's direction but as Zhao Luo focused on Mo Rong's face, he realized that Mo Rong's eyes were directed towards the Sect Leader.
The three were staring at Mo Rong while Mo Rong looked at them with the same glare that he wanted to direct towards Zhao Luo.
"MO RONG."
Elder Dousan made a noise louder than what his old body could let out.
His shout quickly gained the attention of everyone in the colosseum and they all shared glances between the Second Elder and the Leader of The Mo Family.
Most of the disciples in the spectator's seat could only see Zhao Luo suddenly falling right before his sword could behead Mo Suo.
While some of the inner disciples knew what could have happened.
"Some master from the Mo Family must have interrupted."
The inner disciples shared this thought.
This kind of speculation was only made by the disciples.
Great Elders and Elders of the family knew that Mo Rong had personally made an interruption.
They knew why the Second Elder had shouted at Mo Rong.
"It's going to be bad for Mo Rong."
Feng Xiaoya told Feng Ma as he looked at the angered Dousan.
"Even I can't handle him once he loses his temper. That's just how powerful the 'Master of Riddles' is."
Feng Ma heard his grandfather talking about the Second Elder.
'But what does his title has to do with his strength?'
Feng Ma was confused by her grandfather's words and her confusion was easily visible on her face but she didn't interrupt.
"I know what you are thinking."
Feng Xiaoya said while looking at his granddaughter.
"His power works in a very mysterious way, just like his riddles."
Feng Xiaoya told Feng Ma and then they both turned their gazes at the Second Elder.
"You are shouting at me? My son was the one who was going to die."
Mo Rong shouted back at the Second Elder but that wasn't the end.
"You want me to just watch my son's head being sliced off by a nobody?"
"My son will be the future leader of the Mo Family, the one who will succeed me and you still think that I shouldn't have stopped that little rat?"
Mo Rong continued throwing questions at the Second Elder but his sight was directed towards Xin Wang.
Mo Rong showed the value of Mo Suo without holding anything back while not forgetting to demonstrate Zhao Luo, his class.
"He is a nobody."
Mo Rong continued throwing mud shots at Zhao Luo.
While listening to Mo Rong's crazy shouting, Zhao Luo rubbed his left ear and looked at the Sect Leader who had a smile hanging on his face.
'Is he enjoying the ridicule being thrown at me?'
Zhao Luo wondered while waiting for Elder Dousan's reply.
"Now ANSWER ME.'
A pressure descended on everyone present in the colosseum.
Mo Rong was standing next to his seat as he looked at Xin Wang.
'Why is he silent?'
Mo Rong wondered but that is when he heard an old voice.
"Who told you that Zhao Luo was going to kill Mo Suo?"
Elder Dousan questioned Mo Rong with a smirk on his face
"What?"
Mo Rong didn't know how to answer the old man's question as he wasn't expecting such an outrageous question from the second elder.
Since it was an ongoing act so who could anyone know the result when Zhao Luo was stopped midway.
"Did his sword even touch your son's neck?"
Elder Dousan continued as it was now his time to question Mo Rong who was lost for words.
A pressure released from the Second Elder, Elder Dousan, and ate away Mo Rong's pressure.
If before, everyone had it hard to breathe because of the suffocating pressure from Mo Rong then now the pressure from the Elder was a soft one.
Everyone felt as if they had been bombarded with thick fluffy clouds and the pressure of Mo Rong had been squeezed into them.
'Thud!'
Mo Rong stepped back and fell on his seat while staring at Elder Dousan.
"As for him being a nobody...."
"Hahahahahaha."
Second Elder laughed as he looked at Mo Rong like he was a fool who didn't know the difference between left and right.
"He is not only the friend of Master of Riddles, me, but also a successor candidate of the Xin Sect."
A gust blew, starting from Elder Dousan and hitting against Mo Rong along with the words of the Second Elder.
'...'
Mo Rong was shocked and lost for words.
'Who is he?'
Mo Rong shouted in his mind.
'How could someone who was recently unknown become a successor candidate while also being held in such a high regard by the Second Elder?'
Mo Rong was deeply troubled as he listened to Elder Dousan's words.
"Are you shocked?"
Elder Dousan asked Mo Rong.
"Tell them if what I have said is true or not."
Elder Dousan addressed Zhao Luo while looking at him.
Everyone turned their gaze towards Zhao Luo while he was staring at the second elder.
'Wink.'
The Second Elder winked at Zhao Luo and waved at him.
Zhao Luo turned to look at everyone and then took out something from his storage space.
Zhao Luo raised his hand towards the skies as he held a badge in his hand.
"It is the Truth."
Zhao Luo said while the golden badge with the jade dragon rested on his palm.
