My Ability Pool is Superior

“So what?” Lu Bai tilted his head slightly.

The battle in the Zhonglouba area involved not only the Jin Family Gang and the Crow, but also others; this was a situation they had anticipated from the start.

After all, the Leader position in Chikan Bay would definitely attract the attention of all Top Factions, so it was normal for other Top Factions to enter midway.

“The road into Zhonglouba is blocked by people.”

Dao Long quickly gave the answer, then added: “At least hundreds of people, and from their clothing, they should be Noah Party people.”

Of course, at this time, anyone still daring to approach Zhonglouba was definitely not some small faction.

This so-called Noah Party was also one of Chikan Bay’s Top Factions, controlling a territory roughly the same size as Heping Lane.

Its leader was a Grandmaster Martial Artist named Noah Zoro, who was very strong.

Lu Bai recalled the intelligence on this Noah Party, then waved his hand: “No need to worry, just fight our way in.”

This was a clash between Criminal Forces, not a dinner party; there was no need to talk about being gentle, courteous, frugal, or deferential.

Dao Long clearly shared the same idea, leaping dozens of meters and charging rapidly toward the Noah Party group.

……

“Please… please, spare, spare me…”

Hei Jinbao stomped and crushed the head of the Crow member in front of him, then expressionlessly wiped the bloodstain from his forehead.

He seemed somewhat dazed; during this time, he had almost lost track of how many fights he had been in.

The entire day had been nonstop, from daytime to nighttime, and now the sky was bright again.

Midway, he had switched many opponents; some were beaten back by him, others were killed on the spot.

If not for Grandmaster Level physical fitness sustaining him, he couldn’t have maintained such high-intensity battle.

What made Hei Jinbao uneasy was that after all this fierce fighting, the situation in Zhonglouba remained unclear.

Because none of the participating factions were weak—Dao Sect, Crow, Noah Party, Nanxing Association, and so on…

All the major Top Factions worth mentioning in Chikan Bay had joined in without exception.

Even if his Jin Family Gang was strong, it couldn’t confront so many opponents single-handedly.

Not to mention they were the first faction to enter Zhonglouba, so their losses were undoubtedly the greatest.

Throughout Zhonglouba, the movement created by Martial Artists’ violent attacks rose and fell; amid it, screams and roars could be heard frequently.

Even the battle around Hei Jinbao had not stopped for a moment.

Since everyone mixing in Chikan Bay could naturally recognize Hei Jinbao, the fighting sides would tacitly pull away from Brother Jinbao as they battled.

“Brother Jinbao!”

Three Jin Family Gang cadres supported each other as they walked out from a dim corner.

These three cadres were all Martial Artists, but after a night of fierce fighting, their bodies were exhausted, and their nerves still had to remain in a highly tense state.

“Useless trash.”

Seeing this, Hei Jinbao unceremoniously cursed.

Then he pulled a slightly bent cigar from his tattered pocket, put it in his mouth, and tremblingly lit it with his lighter.

The three cadres supported each other as they knelt on the ground, one of them pressing his forehead directly to the ground.

“Brother Jinbao… we…”

Before these three cadres could finish a complete sentence, three pigeon-egg-sized pebbles suddenly shot out from the dim alley behind them.

With an unstoppable Impact Force, they precisely pierced the heads of the three cadres.

Shi San Yao walked out from the alley’s shadow, his tone slightly mocking: “Really no mercy at all, Brother Jinbao.”

Hei Jinbao was not surprised at all, instead saying coldly: “If they could be caught by you, what else but useless trash?”

“Brother Jinbao, I don’t like hearing that.”

Shi San Yao had his hands in his pockets, giving a carefree appearance.

Hei Jinbao had astonishing lung capacity, inhaling the cigar in his mouth in one breath.

Then he let out a Roar, and with the thick smoke he spat from his mouth, he rapidly advanced to Shi San Yao, his fist swinging from bottom to top like a cannonball toward Shi San Yao’s lower jaw.

Bang!

Shi San Yao seemed prepared, swiftly pulling his hands from his pockets with lightning speed.

His palms overlapped perfectly, blocking Hei Jinbao’s fist midway.

However, Hei Jinbao’s heavy punch still lifted Shi San Yao’s body, sending his feet more than two meters off the ground, nearly tossing him away.

Shi San Yao didn’t resist hard either, using the momentum to do a backflip and land.

He shook his somewhat numb hand, saying sinisterly: “Brother Jinbao, I really don’t want to fight you.”

“Shut up, you think I don’t know you? What bad idea are you holding back this time?”

As he spoke, Hei Jinbao raised his right hand, clenched his fist, charged his arm, and swung down with a tsunami-like aura.

He had no intention of communicating with Shi San Yao, punch after punch, leaving Shi San Yao no chance to speak even after preparing some words in advance.

After several exchanges, Shi San Yao couldn’t help but get angry too.

“Hei Jinbao, you’re fucking insane!”

Shi San Yao simply stopped holding back and began frequent counterattacks.

Actually, from their builds, one could tell a bit; Hei Jinbao’s burly, bear-like appearance clearly favored a brute force style.

In contrast, the relatively slender Shi San Yao was obviously technique-oriented.

Their battle basically came down to whether Shi San Yao would wear down Hei Jinbao first or Hei Jinbao would land a solid punch on Shi San Yao first.

It had to be admitted that two Grandmaster Martial Artists fighting in earnest had quite a shocking impact.

The successive dull thuds made one’s teeth ache; each clash produced exaggerated force aftershocks.

After a bout of entanglement, Shi San Yao suddenly delivered a Whiplash Kick, kicking Hei Jinbao flying over a hundred meters and incidentally smashing through several houses along the way.

This strike had considerable Lethality, but Hei Jinbao was truly tough-skinned and thick-muscled; not only did he quickly climb up from the ruins, he charged at Shi San Yao without hesitation.

Like a Tank passing through, he indiscriminately took out personnel from various factions in the melee along the way, leaving none alive in his path.

With such a huge commotion, the various sides in the melee in Zhonglouba couldn’t possibly fail to notice.

Even the Crow Leader, who had previously fought Hei Jinbao, couldn’t help but exclaim: “Strong, really strong!”

Standing before the Crow Leader at this moment was Noah Zoro.

As the leader of the Noah Party, one of Chikan Bay’s Top Factions, Noah Zoro had a bushy, curly brown Bearded Man look, with very standard Caucasian features.

He showed no fear at Hei Jinbao’s berserk posture, speaking quite confidently.

He smiled at the Crow Leader in front of him.

“Oh, buddy, don’t be anxious. After I take you down, the next one will be that Hei Jinbao.”