My Ability Pool is Superior

Lu Bai’s figure appeared several meters away as if flickering, his face still wearing that harmless and kind smile, giving off a somewhat carefree vibe.

However, he knew full well that this was mostly an effect achieved through Flash Time.

Relying solely on his own martial arts cultivation, he still couldn’t contend with a top grandmaster like Simba.

So he didn’t stubbornly charge in to take Simba’s fist head-on, but instead kept a safe distance, facing off against this pinnacle of Weidao.

“As the Speaker of Chikan Bay, do you only know how to hide?”

Simba’s two consecutive attacks had missed, clearly bottling up a surge of frustration that he couldn’t vent, even his questioning laced with a hint of anger.

Lu Bai shrugged indifferently and said, “My objective was never you to begin with.”

Probably, when people are extremely speechless, they can’t help but laugh a little.

Simba’s mouth twitched, he took a deep breath, and years of fierce fight experience allowed him to quickly adjust his emotions, preventing them from clouding his judgment.

“This is now a war between Weidao and your Chikan Bay. You’re the Speaker of Chikan Bay—you can’t escape that.”

“Then you find a way to locate me first.”

Lu Bai sighed faintly, then symbolically flicked his finger, dyeing the surface of Simba’s eyes pitch black.

Once again enveloped in darkness, Simba’s expression froze.

“Bastard!”

He couldn’t hold back his angry curse.

On his path to the top of Ojima High School, Simba had encountered countless opponents, but none had ever irritated him so easily like Lu Bai.

“You think these little tricks can stop me?!”

Simba’s complexion was extremely ugly: “I’m telling you, wishful thinking!”

He shouted loudly and noisily, but unfortunately no one paid him any mind.

Lu Bai gave White-Browed Bat King and Xiao Fengze a look, signaling that Simba was theirs to handle.

Confirming that the two understood his meaning, he then trotted away from the scene.

He still needed to continue hunting Death Fighters and had no time to tangle with Simba.

Seeing this, White-Browed Bat King and Xiao Fengze exchanged a glance, their faces simultaneously breaking into ferocious smiles.

Admittedly, for grandmaster level martial artists, even without vision, their body’s sharp reactions and senses weren’t something Xiantian or Houtian martial artists could match.

But it would still impact combat power, and against peers of the same level, being suppressed was almost inevitable.

……

A passage in an escape room.

The corridor was very narrow; rather than calling it a passage, it was more like a gap in the walls.

Moreover, the walkway was very long; apart from a few Emergency Exit panels emitting a greenish glow, the corridor was almost pitch black.

Several people wearing Ojima High School uniforms huddled at the end of the corridor, not daring to make a sound, even breathing as lightly as possible.

Judging from the titles suspended above their heads, their identities were clearly all Death Fighters.

They had escaped from Lu Bai.

Their reactions weren’t slow; as soon as the darkness descended, they decisively chose to break away from Weidao’s troops and run.

However, just as they were about to escape Chikan Bay, they saw a despair-inducing scene.

Dense troops, like marching ants, had the exit surrounded airtight.

The scale of those troops was simply as if they had come to flatten Chikan Bay.

In this dire situation with enemies on all sides, they could only first find a safe place to hide, hoping no one would discover them.

A Death Fighter with prominent cheekbones looked around and said softly.

“Everyone, no need to lose heart. We can be optimistic—this scale of troops surely lacks no top experts. If things go smoothly, that ‘Smiling Face’ might even die at the hands of the natives.”

Hearing this, the remaining Death Fighters didn’t hold much hope, but it gave them at least a sliver of anticipation.

It was just that Lu Bai’s identity as Chikan Bay’s Speaker had shocked them too profoundly.

By Death Fighter standards, he was strong to an outrageous degree, with few Death Fighters left who had the confidence to vie with Lu Bai.

One of the Death Fighters’ throat bobbed a few times.

“I still can’t figure it out—why is that ‘Smiling Face’ so much stronger than us?”

“Just luck.”

From the shadows, a Death Fighter said unconvinced.

Unfortunately, no one echoed him, and the slightly lively atmosphere sank back into silence.

Tough talk was meaningless; anyone with a brain could figure it out.

This was Criminal Forces, not some family industry—if your own strength was lacking, you couldn’t hold the Speaker’s position steady.

“Maybe we could try following him?”

After a moment of silence, another Death Fighter proposed a new idea.

The high-cheekboned Death Fighter curled his lip: “Not wise. I strongly suspect that ‘Smiling Face’ is a Replicant. How could normal Death Fighters reach that level?”

“Why not.”

Lu Bai refuted somewhat displeased.

The high-cheekboned Death Fighter: “!”

The other Death Fighters: “!”

In an instant, the Death Fighters in the corridor corner all simultaneously looked toward the direction the sound came from.

From these Death Fighters’ perspective, it was quite an anomalous scene.

A young man abruptly appeared at the narrow corridor entrance.

The greenish glow from the Emergency Exit lights illuminated half of the young man’s face, paired with the anomalous smile on his face, sending chills down spines.

After a brief pause, the young man charged toward them with a full-faced smile.

Seeing this, the few Death Fighters in the corner were scared out of their wits.

Ignoring their companions they’d been chatting with just a minute ago, they frantically waved and shoved to flee in the direction away from Lu Bai.

Regrettably, their chosen hiding spot wasn’t ideal.

They couldn’t even escape.

The Death Fighter squeezed to the back sank in his heart and unhesitatingly turned to kneel: “‘Smiling Face’ bro, I…”

He had just started speaking when Lu Bai, rushing up right after, smashed his head with a punch.

To be fair, taking some Death Fighters as henchmen would indeed make many things more convenient.

But the problem was, Lu Bai couldn’t discern if they were sincerely submitting, nor judge if they were Replicants.

The risk and reward were completely disproportionate, so he simply treated them all the same.

Replicant or not, resolve them directly.

The remaining Death Fighters couldn’t escape either, successively taken out by Lu Bai’s fists.

And even in this situation, none of them had any thought of fighting back; their only idea was to outrun their companions.

The high-cheekboned Death Fighter burst into a secret room, just about to turn back and lock the door.

But he suddenly shuddered all over, lowering his head in disbelief: “You… I’ll remember…”

A bloodstained fist slowly withdrew from his heart area, producing a teeth-gritting sound of flesh and blood friction.