Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Chapter 158 - Uncontrollable Emotions

Already knowing what he had to accomplish and how to achieve the level of yin and yang mastery in his bullet fist, Zhao Luo, summoned his apparitions.

"Summon!"

The nine apparitions formed in the dark space in front of Zhao Luo and waited for his command.

Zhao Luo was silent as he rubbed his chin which he would only do when he was lost in deep and worrying thoughts.

"Just how dangerous will it be, if I throw both of my fists at the same time when each of my fists will be in a different plane?"

ZhaobLuo couldn't help but wonder about the warning left by Senior Tang Zi.

More than that what ate away Zhao Luo's mind was when he wondered how this old man Tang Zi mastered this technique if the process of learning it caused such intense injuries like bone-shattering and deformed shoulders.

Just then an image popped up in Zhao Luo's mind where his shoulders looked deformed and his arms were down like a leather whip, after losing the straight shape of the bones.

"Ack."

Zhao Luo couldn't help but feel like throwing up as the image was horrifyingly vomit-inducing.

"Let's just start the training."

Zhao Luo told himself and his apparitions as worrying about the process wasn't going to help in reach the level of yin and yang.

Zhao Luo closed his eyes and thought of tungsten mountain.

'Big ones.'

An enormously big dark grey mountain appeared in front of his eyes.

'Heavier than anything that could be called the "heaviest" by others.'

He added weight to it. A weight that not even a million elephants could outweigh.

Zhao Luo mumbled as he was shaping the perfect punching bag for this training.

'Yes, compress it.'

Zhao Luo mumbled again and the mountain which was made with the strongest metal started getting smaller and smaller.

After a few seconds.

The size stopped reducing as it reached the size of the mountain that Zhao Luo had initially summoned.

"Good."

Zhao Luo had reached the capability of his forming and summoning a lifeless object through mental prowess.

"THIS IS IT."

He shouted with a big smile.

Then he summoned another nine of such mountains for his apparitions.

"Even though I have to personally step into this level of this harmony between yin and yang..."

Zhao Luo was talking about facts here.

This time he didn't need his apparitions but as they say,

"The more the merrier."

Zhao Luo said with a slimy look.

Even though this wasn't a picnic but no other phrase could have been more perfect for this situation.

He used the right one since the more his apparitions trained the more his strength will increase so why not let them have a go at it too.

In the end, if he gets too strong then the end will indeed be a PICNIC for him.

"Let Do IT!"

Zhao Luo told his apparition after jumping towards the mountain and throwing both his fists at it.

"Bang."

"Bang."

'What?'

Zhao Luo was confused.

'I am sure I used the calming fist with my left hand then why did it cause a sound too?'

Zhao Luo questioned as he didn't know what caused him to fail.

Zhao Luo touched the mountain's surface with his palm.

"I will do it slowly this time."

Zhao Luo said while touching the mountain.

If others heard him, then they would think that Zhao Luo was going to do some naughty stuff with the mountain like leaving some deep round holes in it.

Realizing what had come out of his mouth, Zhao Luo removed his hand from the mountain, "I mean, I will punch slowly to find the cause of my failure. Why wasn't I able to perform the calming fist when I have already mastered it."

Zhao Luo mumbled trying to correct his easily misunderstandable wording.

But he didn't have to do all this since, except the emperas, no one else could hear about what he was saying in the dark space.

'Huff.'

Zhao Luo pulled his arms back and his elbows inwards.

His fists looked like a cannonball that was ready to be fired.

'Whoosh.'

'Whoosh.'

Two space splitting sounds were heard even though Zhao Luo was going way slower than his maximum punching speed 

Right before his fists could hit the mountain, Zhao Luo's right fist was unwavering while his left fist shook when Zhao Luo tried to dissipate the strength in his left fist.

Bang!

Bang!

Two loud sounds resounded around his space and two small dents were left on the mountain where his fists had landed.

"Again."

With furrowed brows, Zhao Luo pulled back his fists again and made another attempt to get it right.

'Woosh.'

The sounds of both fists had merged but the moment when Zhao Luo's fists came in contact with the surface of the mountain, no sound came out. 

'...'

'...'

'Rattle.'

A second later, a rumbling sound came from the backside of the mountain.

"Why the heck would both of my fists entered the calming plane?"

Zhao Luo questioned in an anxious tone.

"Is the yin and yang level of bullet fist even possible?"

"Tang Zi, that old man must have met someone in his dream and came up with this bullshit."

"Did he even achieve this level?"

"I should stop wasting my time-"

Uncontrollably Zhao Luo cursed Tang Zi, the founder of Bullet Fist, and started having doubts about the authenticity of this certain level that he was trying to achieve.

"No, No, No."

Zhao Luo felt shocked as he found it hard to believe that he was momentarily unable to control what he was saying and negative emotions like anxiety and doubts were spreading in his mind.

'What was that?'

He looked at his fist and thought about how he had said that he wasn't going to give up no matter what, but now the emotions and words that were seeping out of him were that of a person who was ready to throw his training away.

Unknowingly, the yin energy was taking over his mind, which was the first unmentioned hurdle that he had to face for trying to use the bullet fist of yin and yang.

Zhao Luo hurriedly three both of his fists at the mountain again.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

This time, he couldn't dissipate his strength at all, and both of his fists were in the bullet fist plane.

"What the hell?"

Now his defeated tone had changed into an angry one.

Zhao Luo felt like he was trapped in a swamp of uncontrollable emotions