My ability pool is superior to others

Chapter 72: The Second Deathmatch

The interior of the three-purpose venue.

The students who were about to fight to the death had all arrived at their designated locations, quietly waiting for the second round of the death fight to begin.

"Please relax and stay calm." Chen Li sat on the podium and spoke casually.

Liang Fuzhong and the tutors from other classes counted the number of students and returned to the podium one after another.

Many students raised their eyes and looked at the huge clock on the top of the hall.

The longest second hand on the dial is approaching the scheduled time step by step.

There was no need for anyone to step forward to maintain order; the students in the venue consciously quieted down.

Over the past hundreds of years, everyone knows that the Deathmatch system is extremely punctual and there has never been a delay.

All students, including faculty and staff, looked at the clock above the head and recited silently in their hearts.

"three."

"two."

"one."

At the moment the time came, a mechanical reminder sound without any emotion appeared in the mind of every student in the venue.

【Ding! 】

[The second round of deathmatch begins. ]

[Transmission begins! 】

……

[Death Arena Number: 87****1062]

[Username: Change to 26LB (not modifiable for the time being)]

[Main title worn: Pure Smile]

[Already wearing the secondary title: Beheading Butcher, Ultimate Killer]

[Talent: 18.2]

[Current points: 0]

[Current ranking: 500/500]

[Ability: Flash]

[Attention! The first round of ability pool has been opened and can be selected]

As the saying goes, once is raw, twice is familiar.

Lu Bai quickly recovered from the dizziness of the teleportation and immediately noticed the emerald green light flashing above his head, which exuded a vibrant scent.

He looked up and saw four large characters “Innocent Smile” abruptly above his head, and above this green title, there were two rows of red and black artistic characters.

"The Beheading Butcher" and "The Ultimate Killer", these two titles are ferocious in cursive script, and the bloody color is daunting.

His eyelids twitched.

Sure enough, what was said in the death fight forum was true. The title you wore would be displayed in the death fight arena, and the style was similar to that of some crappy web game with a one-hit 9999 damage score.

Unfortunately, the title cannot be removed after being worn, it can only be hidden and replaced, and there is not even an option to hide the main title.

Fortunately, only the death fighters can see it, otherwise you would be beaten to death by the natives as a monster as soon as you enter the death fighting arena.

Lu Bai silently hid his two secondary titles and forced himself to accept this reality.

Now that things have come to this, let’s take a look at this round’s ability pool.

He opened the ability selection instead.

The translucent data panel in front of the retina is blocked by three divided images.

[Quick Thinking (Silver): Increases your thinking speed, with a high probability of causing brain damage.]

[Arsenal II (Silver): Open the Level II Armory and obtain a special weapon at random.]

[Your name is Li Si (Silver): You can forcibly change the target's name to Li Si. ]

Is it just a silver level ability pool?
This means that the other Deathmatchers only have white in their first round ability pools.

Lu Bai frowned slightly. He was not like most death fighters who believed that the lower the ability pool level, the better.

For him, the higher the level of his ability pool, the greater his advantage.

but,

That's it.

At least it's not as flashy as the title.

"Wang Ting, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. There are stars in your eyes..." Just when Lu Bai was struggling with whether to become a gambler, a man's affectionate confession suddenly came to his ears with the wind.

Exiting the personal interface for the time being, Lu Bai thought of observing his current situation.

No wonder he could feel the strong wind occasionally. It turned out that he was a thousand meters high at this moment.

To be exact, a manned hot air balloon in flight.

There were three people in the basket under the hot air balloon, including him.

The man and woman are probably either husband and wife or lovers.

And his identity seems to be the pilot of this hot air balloon?

How do you open this thing?

He looked at the three instruments on his right: the altimeter, the vertical speed indicator, and the thermometer.

It's easy to tell the difference, but how to do it specifically still depends on luck.

At the other end of the hanging basket, the man was wearing a neat suit and was tall and handsome.

He said sweet words, took out a diamond ring from his arms, knelt on one knee, and said affectionately: "Marry me?"

Wang Ting said expressionlessly: "No."

"Wow... this is awkward."

Lu Bai's hands, which were about to clap, froze in place.

He originally wanted to tell them a piece of bad news to cheer them up after the atmosphere became warm, but he didn't expect the woman to refuse on the spot.

It would seem a bit tactless to tell them at this point that I can't fly a hot air balloon.

He scratched the back of his head in a simple manner. "This thing should take half a hour... maybe an hour to land. What should we talk about next?"

No one ignored him.

The man's face was filled with frustration. He just stood up and stumbled again. It was obvious that he had not yet recovered from the blow.

But what was a little strange was that Wang Ting didn't speak either, which gave people a very weird feeling.

Something's not right.

Thinking of this, Lu Bai narrowed his eyes slightly.

He thought about it carefully. Although the woman only said one word, he could feel that the tone sounded slightly awkward.

It's like just learning to speak.

"No, that's not the case. You are kidding, right?"

Coming to his senses, the man stretched out his hands and pressed the woman's shoulders.

I forced an ugly smile and said, "You told me that you wanted me to propose to you in heaven. You said you thought it was romantic. You must be kidding me, right?"

The man kept on blabbering on and on as if he had lost his mind, like a drowning man trying to grasp at the last straw.

Wang Ting still had no expression on her face and let the man drag her and shake her.

I don’t know if it was because she shook it too much, but Wang Ting’s face cracked on the spot.

The whole head unfolded quickly like a folded ball of thread.

The ends of these extended strips of meat even formed bone spurs and bone knives that flashed with cold light.

Seeing this scene, the man felt like his head was about to split open.

I was so scared that I collapsed and sat down: "I must be dreaming."

He flapped his legs constantly, trying to distance himself from Wang Ting.

"Wow! Alien!"

Lu Bai smiled unconsciously: "No, this thing is more like a parasitic beast."

Wang Ting's figure below the neck was still as graceful as ever, but her head had turned into a hideous monster. Compared with the parasitic beast in Lu Bai's impression, it only lacked the iron blade.

However, the eerie white bone blade looked quite sharp.

Sa!
Wang Ting stood still, controlling a strip of meat that whizzed towards her, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The man slumped on the ground, staring with wide eyes at the strip of meat coming towards him. Apart from that, he was completely unable to make any countermeasures.

The next moment, Lu Bai suddenly activated [Flash Time], and during the pause in time, he reached out and grabbed the collar of the man's neck and pulled it back a bit, thus avoiding the scene of the man's head being separated.

His action would naturally attract Wang Ting's attention.

The monster was like a cold-blooded killer, and without saying a word, it attacked again.

It swung its upper body and a strip of meat with a bone blade at the end swept across.

(End of this chapter)