My ability pool is superior to others

Hearing the term "Celestial Venerable" from the young man, Lü Bai recalled a murder case that Li Shan and Feng Yixuan had handled before, during which someone had also addressed him in that way.

If nothing unexpected happens, that murder case was also caused by this young man in front of me.

But at that time, they were still hiding their true intentions and were very careful in their methods.

From this perspective, the young man in front of us probably wasn't that skilled at first, but rather grew rapidly at an exaggerated pace.

So fast it's like,
Is the old monster possessing another body to rebuild his cultivation?

Considering Lu Bai's experience in the previous deadly duel, the answer seems obvious.

"But is that even possible?"

Lü Bai frowned.

After all, when he first came to this world, he specifically checked the historical records of the shelter.

He was certain that since the Deathmatch system was introduced, there had never been a case of natives from the Deathmatch arena running into the real world.

Thinking of this, he tentatively asked, "Which immortal sect do you come from?"

It would have been better if he hadn't asked. The young man's maniacal laughter was instantly replaced by resentment: "You destroyed far more than dozens of immortal sects' lineages. I'm afraid even if I told you, you wouldn't be able to remember them."

The young man stared intently at Lü Bai's face and said, word by word, "Heaven has eyes, giving me the opportunity to avenge this blood feud."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you easily. I will extract your soul and refine it into a soul banner, ensuring you are never reincarnated."

The young man paused for a moment, his eyes filled with a chilling resentment: "Only in this way can I quell the hatred in my heart."

Lu Bai didn't take the young man's harsh words to heart.

He's now more concerned about why the natives from this deathmatch arena can come out into the real world and cause trouble.

The fact that this was achieved has absolutely nothing to do with the indigenous people themselves.

After all, the deathmatch system has been around for hundreds of years, so it's impossible that there isn't a deathmatch arena stronger than the cultivation world.

What ancient god? The concept of "what you think is what you see" is much easier for them to sneak out than cultivators.
This illogical situation inexplicably reminded him of something he had almost forgotten.

Lu Bai calmly opened his personal profile and glanced at it.

[Evaluation: Difficult to evaluate; this is unreasonable. System self-checking in progress...]

The information in the evaluation section changed after the previous round of deathmatch ended.

But nothing strange happened after that, so he stopped paying attention.

Now it seems that the young man in front of me is most likely also involved in this matter.

Lu Bai stroked his chin, lost in thought.

Finally, the system noticed my bug.

But what's the point?
Without going into too much detail, Lü Bai didn't feel that the young man in front of him posed any threat to him whatsoever.

"Why don't you speak?"

After making those harsh words, the young man had originally hoped to find regret or panic on Lü Bai's face.

Unfortunately, after staring at Lü Bai for a long time, he could only vaguely sense that Lü Bai's attention was not on him at all.

Ignoring insults creates a much stronger sense of mockery than verbal abuse.

Young people cannot tolerate such an outcome.

He immediately attacked in anger.

A torrent of blood gushed from his back, shooting towards Lü Bai at breakneck speed like a raging demon. Lü Bai was preoccupied with the Deathmatch System and had no time to waste with this young man.

He then waved his hand as if swatting a mosquito.

As a large amount of blood was blown away on the spot, the young man was surrounded by a golden aura, and a huge "定" (ding, meaning "fixed") character was engraved above his head.

The young man could only move his eyeballs; he couldn't move a single finger, as if he were petrified.

Upon seeing this, the captain of the sixth squadron, who was preparing to cooperate with Lü Bai, was stunned on the spot.

Feng Yixuan found it hard to believe. She knew that Lü Bai might have some ability, but she still couldn't understand how he could deal with such a troublesome young man so easily.

The main problem is that they don't understand. Didn't the records say that Lü Bai only became a Death Fighter half a year ago?

How many abilities has he demonstrated in such a short time since he first met Lü Bai?
This is simply unreasonable.

They've only gone through six rounds of deadly battles, but Lu Bai has already displayed more than six different abilities.

Li Shan, however, remained calm.

It's no exaggeration to say that after witnessing Lü Bai use his "Wind Control" to resolve the missile crisis, he probably wouldn't be surprised by anything Lü Bai does next.

He has gradually come to understand everything.

Without the young man's control, a large amount of blood quickly began to coagulate.

It creaks when you step on it, and it's a bit sticky.

Lu Bai couldn't figure out the process of the so-called self-check of the Deathmatch System for the time being, so he simply waved to the captain of the sixth squadron and asked him to arrest the young man first.

Although he was being commanded by the deputy captain of another squadron, no one present felt that anything was wrong.

Even the captain of the sixth squadron seemed quite amused when he handcuffed the young man.

Incidentally, the backup that had been called for earlier arrived at the scene a few minutes later.

The leader of the team was the captain of another city direct-fire squadron, whom Lü Bai did not recognize, so they did not chat.

After the security of the Fourth Livable City was taken over by this city-wide armed squadron, Lü Bai directly got into the sixth squadron leader's car and escorted the young man back to the city council building.

……

Is it really necessary to be in such a hurry?

In the staff canteen of the City Hall Building, Pu Xueli pushed aside his tray, wondering if he had misheard.

The congressman sitting across from him sighed, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and said with a hint of helplessness, "It was decided at the meeting that since the strategy is to place the battlefield on the ground, then of course we should go to the ground to prepare as soon as possible."

"Didn't you consider the actual situation?"

Pu Xueli frowned, clearly suppressing his anger: "Starting tomorrow, the massive transfer will send over 100 million people to the surface within a week. Did the guy who set this deadline just come up with it on a whim? Who made this decision? I'm going to have a talk with him."

Leaving aside the carrying capacity of the secluded elevator, the accommodation of people going to the ground is a major problem.

It's worth noting that when Shelter No. 9 was built, it took more than three months just to relocate the residents.

Moreover, the number of people who needed to be relocated back then was not as large as it is now.

Even so, it still caused quite a bit of trouble.

The fact that they've only given us a week is enough to cause a lot of chaos.

The councilor opposite him leaned back, shrugging his shoulders. "I said, haven't you understood yet? A decision made in a meeting means it's the result of a vote by all council members. Of course, I didn't vote in favor." (End of Chapter)