My Ability Pool is Superior

Hearing Lu Bai’s words, the Third Supreme Elder of Golden Scale Holy Land’s mouth twitched.

It was mainly that this order seemed bizarre no matter how one looked at it, and no matter how one looked at it, it seemed like he was just toying with them for fun.

It was also that Lu Bai’s strength was strong enough; otherwise, these senior great powers present would not be so quiet.

“You all allocate the areas yourselves, ensuring there are no missed places.”

Lu Bai asked very understandingly: “Any more doubts?”

“No, none. We will strictly follow Heavenly Venerate Lu’s decree.” The Third Supreme Elder, afraid that Lu Bai would be dissatisfied with him, hurriedly bowed and added: “Then we shall set off first.”

“Go ahead.”

After these Disciplinary Team senior great powers present shouted their loyalty, they successively turned into escape light and disappeared into the night.

The vast Palace Front Plaza suddenly quieted down, allowing Lu Bai to think about problems without disturbance.

Of course, he was mainly considering how to perfect the system.

As for the remaining death fighters?

He reckoned that, under the current situation.

Death fighters with normal brains should no longer be thinking of being enemies with him.

Him arranging these Disciplinary Team members to go to various places in Xuanzhou could also help those death fighters save travel time.

As for those death fighters who deliberately hid and did not come, they were either harboring ill intentions or fools who could not see the situation; it would not be unjust for him to resolve them personally.

The next day.

Starting from when the sun was high in the sky, Disciplinary Team members successively returned to Qingwang Sect bringing death fighters.

Lu Bai was thinking about things and did not rush to meet these death fighters who came to find him on their own initiative; he directly ordered Yu Xu Zi to uniformly arrange these people in the back mountain of Qingwang Sect.

As time passed, more and more Disciplinary Team members returned to Qingwang Sect bringing people, and some Disciplinary Team members even brought back over a hundred people at once.

This was actually because Lu Bai’s order was given somewhat vaguely, resulting in many of the people brought back being natives who admired Heavenly Venerate Lu, not all death fighters.

However, even so, by early evening, the number of death fighters gathered in the back mountain had already exceeded a hundred.

Among them, nearly seventy percent of the death fighters did not have the magic power mark he had placed on them; this quantity was honestly a bit beyond Lu Bai’s expectations.

It could only be said that the death fighters who could survive to now were indeed quite perceptive of the times.

Patiently waiting until nightfall and confirming that all the dispatched Disciplinary Team members had returned, Lu Bai formed a sword art with his right hand and held it horizontally in front of his chest.

Another nearly twenty magic power marks he had placed in advance were activated; these death fighters trying to hide could be done away with.

[Ding!]

[Points +36, Current Points: 86, Current Rank 1/130]

Hearing the mechanical system sound, he merely glanced at it, simply confirmed the number of remaining death fighters in the current deathmatch arena, and paid no more attention.

Calculated, there were probably still over ten death fighters hiding in various places in Xuanzhou, temporarily unclear on their exact positions.

Fortunately, this was not a very important matter to him.

Lu Bai stretched lazily, and after doing all this, he floated up from the Dao Seeking Stone.

He treaded the air, strolling toward the back mountain direction as if taking a leisurely walk, yet his speed was extremely fast, crossing over a hundred meters in an instant.

In the time it took to drink a mouthful of water, Lu Bai arrived above the back mountain of Qingwang Sect.

He overlooked the dense crowd below and conveniently placed magic power marks on the death fighters among them.

He then mobilized his own magic power and in one go extracted all these thousands of natives, shifting them to the Palace Front Plaza.

The originally overcrowded back mountain suddenly became spacious.

It was worth mentioning that these remaining over a hundred death fighters, suddenly encountering such a change of circumstance, did not show any obvious disturbance.

After all, they knew what they came here for; this change could only mean one thing—

They unthinkingly looked up, and in that deep night sky, the four large emerald green words “pure smile” stood out conspicuously.

Lu Bai was too lazy to show off power in this way and proactively descended to the ground.

With a kind attitude, he greeted the death fighters present: “I assume everyone knows who I am, right?”

“Of course, of course.”

“The compassionate saint, the one and only Heavenly Venerate Lu in the world!”

“Such demeanor; indeed, hearing is inferior to meeting, and meeting surpasses hearing.”

The death fighters present all spoke up to express their stance, with very low postures.

In fact, when they arrived at Qingwang Sect and discovered so many death fighters had the same idea as themselves, their Dao Hearts were a bit unsteady.

After all, in a deathmatch duel, the target mission was only announced during the third round ability pool, meaning at most only fifty people could survive.

Even death fighter teams had never heard of any team gathering over a hundred death fighters.

But with things having come to this, regret was useless.

Since there was no grasp of slipping away from a Mahayana Stage human immortal, they could only strive to become Lu Bai’s most loyal lackeys.

For a moment, various flattery and cheers rose one after another.

Watching from the side, Li Mu, who was fishing, was dumbfounded and really wanted to say that you guys would abandon even your faces to survive.

However, thinking of his own situation, he seemed to have no stance to say such words either.

“I can see that everyone is unwaveringly loyal.”

Lu Bai chuckled and raised his hand pressing downward: “But everyone is also clear, right? The death fighter competition has always been like this; your numbers seem a bit too many.”

……

Over a hundred death fighters divided into left and right rows, nervously eyeing each other, the atmosphere gradually becoming somewhat tense and murderous.

Each held a draw stick in their hands, respectively numbered from one to fifty.

Lu Bai casually placed the draw box aside and swept his gaze over every death fighter on both sides, saying: “Now, the two who drew number one can step forward.”

As his words fell, one death fighter each from the left and right sides stepped out from the crowd, looking gravely at each other.

After all, only fifty people could survive from a deathmatch duel; their numbers here clearly exceeded, so some quantity had to be reduced.

But to have Lu Bai randomly strike, purely relying on luck, was something these generally proud death fighters found hard to accept as helpless death.

It was better to use drawing lots for paired fierce fights, which was easier for these death fighters present to accept.

Of course, fairness was only relative, not absolute.

Death fighters whose cultivation had reached Qi Cultivation layer five or six still had no suspense facing opponents who had never cultivated.

Lu Bai watched the two standing in the pre-drawn square area of a hundred meters long and wide, and said with interest: “Anyway, you all know the rules, so begin.”

Li Mu held a loudspeaker and shouted: “The first Death Fighter Comprehensive Unlimited Combat, now begins!”

As soon as the words fell, the two confronting death fighters immediately charged at each other.