My Ability Pool is Superior

The Democratic Zone is the true core area of Underground City No. 9.

Unlike the dirty, chaotic, and poor slums of Yiju City, only here can you understand why many civilians would rather risk their lives to make themselves or their children Death Fighters.

Shining company signs and holographic advertisements, luxury cars speeding through wide and clean roads everywhere.

High-end gyms, expensive luxury stores, and even yacht clubs that ordinary civilians wouldn’t dare to dream of.

Pick any restaurant on the street, and eating a meal inside would cost ordinary civilians several years’ wages.

It’s hard to imagine such an area existing in a Shelter; everything is so luxurious and decadent, with everything one could want.

Police officers stand dazed at the intersection.

They are often just humanoid recording tools; even if someone breaks traffic rules, it’s just noting the license plate and issuing a painless fine in the database for that person.

The place where Deathmatch Campuses exchange and learn from each other is in this Democratic Zone.

Initially, the exchange and learning sessions of the ten Deathmatch Campuses were held in various campuses, usually rotating in order.

However, there were many problems with this; students from higher-ranked campuses looking down on lower-ranked ones was secondary—the main issue was that it was hard to ensure fairness.

For example, setting the air conditioning too low in the rest areas arranged for students from other campuses, or making the soundproofing worse.

On home turf, there are plenty of ways to affect the state of exchange students without violating any principles.

After all, the ranking between campuses to some extent affects next year’s resource allocation.

Once benefits are involved, something nominally nice-sounding like exchange and learning becomes hard to keep friendly.

Based on this, the major campuses gradually reached a consensus to move the exchange and learning location to the Democratic Zone.

On one hand, for fairness; on the other, to let these outstanding students selected by each school experience high-end life in advance.

Stimulating the students’ desire for superior material life can somewhat motivate their subjective initiative.

……

Democratic Zone, a stadium covering more than ten hectares, with deafening clamor.

“Go on!”

“Don’t be afraid, don’t back down—he’s not your opponent.”

“Sister Ruyan! Don’t hold back!”

“Cheer up! Cheer up!!!”

Compared to obstacle course competitions and the like, what truly attracts the most attention is still no-rules fighting.

Ten arenas lined up side by side, surrounded by crowds of onlookers.

Students and Team Leader Teachers from various campuses make up only a small portion of the audience; the vast majority are civilians who bought tickets to enter.

Online, tickets for this exchange event have even been scalped to over ten thousand Yiju Coins.

Yes, this so-called exchange and learning between Death Fighter schools has now developed to have extremely high popularity.

Moreover, since the exchange event ends right before the New Birth Festival, what was originally just an exchange and learning between Deathmatch Campuses has gradually turned into a national spectacle like this.

On the spectator platform where Team Leader Teachers from each campus are, just from their expressions, you can completely guess which campus is performing poorly and which has a clear advantage.

“Old Yang, not bad—I see your Zhaoxi Ku Campus is first again this year.”

“No, no, I wouldn’t dare say something like that; the exchange event has just started, and campuses like Chuxi and Yuji haven’t made their move yet.”

“That Liu Ruyan is your Qianju Campus’s best student this year, right? A little girl whose arm is thicker than my thigh, Old Wang’s.”

“Yeah, from watching her matches, she has basically no obvious weaknesses in close combat.”

“I heard her brain is sharp too; only geniuses with no weaknesses can go further in the Deathmatch Arena.”

Team Leader Teachers one by one observe the situation in the arena, full of sighs.

Exchange events happen every year; they’ve seen too many outstanding students.

Every session produces geniuses who are perfect in every aspect, but few ultimately grow up.

After all, the randomness of Deathmatch Duels is too strong, especially after becoming formal Death Fighters—life is only one, with almost no fault tolerance.

“I didn’t expect the female students this session to generally have pretty good strength.”

In the luxury private room at the top of the audience seats, Xiao Xueyin held a wine glass and commented: “Unfortunately, due to innate physiological gaps, few female Death Fighters make it to the end.”

Lu Bai looked at the arena below and didn’t refute.

This is fact.

Especially in the early rounds of Deathmatch Duels, physical fitness still weighs heavily.

Lu Bai has done four Deathmatch Duels; recalling the Death Fighters he encountered, female Death Fighters were less than 20%.

After all, this kind of life-and-death fierce fight won’t care about fairness with you, nor will it have a separate women’s group.

If you think you’re not weaker than males, you’re welcome to join the competition.

But reality is everyone knows this well; unless they’re desperate, they won’t seek death.

During the two’s casual chat.

Ding Zhongmin, sitting in the audience seats, suddenly pulled off his hood, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket and sent the signal to start the action.

He didn’t know exactly what Ding Zhen would do; he only knew Ding Zhen guaranteed to black out all electronic instruments on everyone at the scene.

Beep~

The four screens at the top of the stadium flickered with snow like a bad signal, then after the screen jumped rapidly for a moment, they completely went black.

The audience seats immediately erupted in an uproar.

You know, due to the venue being too large, spectators at the edges can only see the match content via these screens.

With the screens broken, did they spend over ten thousand to come in just to be cheerleaders?

Civilians willing to buy tickets to watch live have some strength; they immediately shouted loudly to express dissatisfaction.

The Team Leader Teachers present also didn’t know what happened, thinking it was a machine malfunction, and sat in their seats waiting for venue professionals to enter and repair.

“Damn it, playing me?!”

“Black screen— what’s there to watch.”

“F**k, refund!!”

Ordinary civilians in the spectator seats weren’t so calm, the crowd seething with anger.

Some walked into the corridor to demand explanations from the person in charge.

However, when a certain angry spectator stepped across the emergency exit.

Sizzle~

A laser tripwire grenade abruptly materialized into entity.

It then released a deafening boom, scorching flames instantly engulfing part of the audience seats near the emergency exit.

The violent impact force even flung over ten spectators flying, smashing into the arena.