My Ability Pool is Superior - Chapter 207: You're Too Close

Lu Bai’s words came abruptly, but his tone was as mild as ever.

The prisoners around them, all intimidated by Warden Misa’s performance, instinctively turned back to glance at him, basically all recognizing him as the guy who first broke into the prison.

Lu Bai’s sudden remark actually made Warden Misa stop his actions at hand.

But it wasn’t out of fear or anything else; it was simply because he found this interlude quite interesting.

He glanced at Dao Zheng Mu, who was already gasping for breath nearby, then shifted his attention back to Lu Bai, his tone sounding a bit odd: “You say, give you some face?”

Lu Bai nodded and added with a cheerful smile.

“After all, entrusted by someone, I at least have to get this old man out alive, right?”

“Oh? This trouble was caused by you.”

Warden Misa eyed the prison guard uniform on Lu Bai, quickly realizing what was going on, then took a few steps toward Lu Bai’s position.

His action seemed casual, yet it scared the prisoners present so much that their hearts raced wildly.

The prisoners protected in front of Lu Bai instinctively scattered, ensuring the two could face each other without any obstruction.

Warden Misa rolled up his sleeves, his scholarly demeanor gaining a touch of coldness.

“You’ve added so much workload for me; how do you think I should thank you?”

With a whoosh, Dao Zheng Mu appeared between the two, his already prominent forehead wrinkles bunching up even more.

He stared at Warden Misa in front of him and said without turning his head: “It’s already tricky enough; don’t get my old man into more trouble. If you can escape, do it quickly.”

“That won’t do.”

Lu Bai stepped forward two paces to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Dao Zheng Mu: “If I don’t get you out, then I came here for nothing.”

“Is there something wrong with your head, kid?” Dao Zheng Mu couldn’t help but glance sideways at him.

“I think this is a kind of confidence.”

Warden Misa burst into hearty laughter, extremely composed.

Even knowing that Lu Bai must have some ability to sneak into the prison, he was still confident he wouldn’t let any prisoner escape.

After laughing enough, he strode toward Lu Bai and Dao Zheng Mu.

“Alright, the joke ends here. Since you’re stubbornly unyielding, I’ll send you on your way right now.”

He clenched his fist and punched out; the violent tremor expelled all the surrounding air, the terrifying punch force carrying an overwhelming sense of oppression.

“Dodge!”

Dao Zheng Mu clasped his hands in a fist salute, stepped forward abruptly then stopped to strike with a side elbow—neither a fraction more nor less, his legs measuring the distance underfoot like a ruler.

Boom!

Blood mist immediately burst from this old man’s elbow, with pale white bone protruding.

The collision aftermath scattered irregularly in all directions; the lights were without exception all shattered, dimming the space between these two iron doors.

Warden Misa closed in and followed up with another punch.

With a crisp “crack,” the elbow joint bone of Dao Zheng Mu, tempered by internal energy to be as hard as gold and iron, snapped in half on the spot.

Dao Zheng Mu’s expression changed drastically.

Because of the precedent set by White-Browed Bat King and the other two, he knew this junior in front of him was young and full of vigor.

So he had always avoided direct confrontation with Warden Misa, but unexpectedly still got caught in an opportunity.

He endured the pain strongly, grabbed his broken arm, planning to pull back the distance for now.

But regrettably, Misa didn’t act casually like before; instead, pressing his advantage relentlessly, he pursued with another punch.

An extremely fierce punch smashed Dao Zheng Mu’s right arm into inch-by-inch fragments, barely held together by a layer of skin wrapping the bone and flesh.

“Bastard!”

Dao Zheng Mu’s body leaned back, about to collapse limply; fortunately, Lu Bai was quick-eyed and quick-handed, reaching out to support him and avoid secondary injuries like the back of his head hitting the ground.

This old man with only a few hairs left had a deathly pale complexion, without a trace of blood color; he could hardly accept the facts before his eyes and couldn’t believe Misa was this strong.

“If this old man were ten years younger, I absolutely wouldn’t… lose!”

Seeing this scene, the prisoners present looked ashen-faced; even four grandmaster-level martial artists had been pushed flat, making the hope of jailbreak nearly zero.

Some prisoners had even quietly slipped away from the crowd, planning to sneak back to their cells.

“A loss is a loss; how can you not afford to lose?”

Lu Bai gently laid this old man on the ground and teased with a cheerful smile.

He emanated an aura harmless to humans and animals; even though Warden Misa knew Lu Bai should have some ability, subconsciously he didn’t hold much vigilance toward him.

Warden Misa casually walked in front of Dao Zheng Mu and Lu Bai, only a step away from each other.

“If you knew it would come to this, why act this way in the first place.”

Misa sighed, lifted his foot to stomp down on the supine Dao Zheng Mu on the ground, not even glancing at Lu Bai the whole time.

“You’re too close.”

In this split-second moment, Lu Bai suddenly chuckled lightly.

Flash Time activated silently; the world before his eyes seemed to have the pause button pressed.

Internal energy fully circulated to his quenched right hand, then he clenched his fist and blasted toward Warden Misa’s face.

Under the infusion of grandmaster-level internal energy, the air around his right hand distorted; his flesh glistened like divine iron forged a thousand times, emanating an aura of devastating power as it tore through the air and struck the target.

At this moment, a mere 0.5 seconds had just elapsed.

Faced with an ability like Flash Time at an illegal level, no matter how strong Warden Misa was, he couldn’t make any blocking move at such close range.

Bang!!!

Like cranking a microphone to max volume and then smashing the head with it.

A massive collision sound, dull and abrupt.

Warden Misa’s forehead cracked like parched, fissured earth, blood flowers splattering.

Under the sudden massive force impact, Warden Misa’s head snapped back, his whole body uncontrollably flying backward, crashing through the last iron door at the end of the prison section before stopping.

“Hiss…”

“…”

In an instant, the entire corridor fell into dead silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Every one of the prisoners present widened their eyes, as if they wanted to pop their eyeballs out.

The three grandmaster-level old men, including White-Browed Bat King, were similarly dumbfounded unconsciously.

This development from despair to a sudden turn was truly too surprising and too unbelievable.

After all, Lu Bai didn’t look like a grandmaster-level figure from any angle.

Yet the fact was right before their eyes.

Moreover, that “speed” so fast no one could see it clearly was obviously not that of an ordinary grandmaster martial artist.

“A grandmaster this young?!”

Dao Zheng Mu, closest by, was shocked with his mouth agape; after a moment, he asked in a hoarse tone: “What exactly did my good son offer to invite a young grandmaster like you to take such a risk.”

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