My Ability Pool is Superior - Chapter 210: Ojima High School

Lu Bai had previously painted nearly one-third of the prison’s area with a layer of Black Paint.

This time doing it again, there weren’t many places left in the entire prison where other colors could be seen.

“Outrageous!”

Bear Warden’s anger surged, but it was quickly suppressed by him.

Calming down, he wholeheartedly sensed everything around him, not missing any wind or grass stirring.

However, the problem was that Lu Bai not only possessed Ink Black, he also possessed the even more rule-breaking Flash Time.

It could cross time, making his movements inherently hard to predict.

Not to mention in the darkness.

After several attacks missed, it even made Bear Warden start to suspect if there was something wrong with his hearing.

“Warden, leave this area first!”

Haide Prison Area Chief’s voice rang out.

After all, this wasn’t the first time he had been in darkness, so he had some experience.

He casually picked a direction and lifted his legs to sprint wildly.

With the speed of a Grandmaster Martial Artist, in just a few breaths, he ran hundreds of meters.

Soon, several Prison Area Chiefs rushed out of the darkness-covered area.

“To think…”

Haide turned back for a look, shocked enough to subconsciously open his mouth wide, as if it could fit two duck eggs.

Because the darkness that descended this time was not spherical, but a massive black cylinder connecting heaven and earth, with a diameter exceeding one kilometer.

Its exaggerated height completely dispelled the Prison Area Chiefs’ idea of jumping to high places to search for the target’s movements.

“Find him, we must find this kid.”

Bear Warden’s complexion darkened as he turned to look at the Prison Area Chief named Hong Zhu: “It’s Chikan Bay, right?”

“If no accident, yes.”

Hong Zhu Prison Area Chief did not speak definitively.

But Bear Warden didn’t mind; he buttoned the button at his shirt collar and said coldly: “Good timing, it’s also time to clean up these sins.”

……

A school not far from the prison.

The walls of the originally neat and clean Teaching Building were covered in all sorts of graffiti like ghost drawings, including slogans, names, and all kinds of exaggerated patterns whose meanings couldn’t be discerned.

Just entering the school gate, one could see shattered glass, scraps of paper, and broken desks scattered all over the ground.

In the corridors and classrooms, faint noisy shouting could be heard, not lacking screams.

Looking over the entire campus, no security guards or faculty could be seen anywhere.

This school was called Ojima High School.

To be precise, if the city was divided into five southeast, northwest, and central sectors, aside from the central Chikan Bay, the urban areas in the other four directions actually shared a roughly uniform situation.

Yes, this school’s sphere of influence was enough to rival the entire Chikan Bay.

It was full of older students who had been held back dozens of times; with enough luck, one could even mooch a Body Tempering Method from a senior who looked like an old man.

But the real reason Ojima High School could dominate the eastern part of the city lay in its unique system.

No matter where you came from or what troubles you had, as long as you were a member of Ojima High School, you had the qualification to stand at the top of Weidao.

Strength was the only condition; nothing else mattered.

Yes.

There was both opportunity to obtain a Body Tempering Method and freedom to fight recklessly.

Ojima High School’s unique ecosystem naturally attracted the vast majority of Death Fighters.

Compared to Lu Bai wandering all day in Chikan Bay without seeing a single Death Fighter, in Ojima High School, Death Fighters could be seen almost every other classroom, with one or two suspended titles.

In an empty classroom,

Over ten people with fierce faces surrounded a young man tightly.

They wore uniforms representing Ojima High School, their identities clearly all students.

If Lu Bai were present, he would notice that the leader had “Dark Green Gui Ya” in four large characters above his head.

The surrounded young man also had a title above his head—”Unleash Your Fists”—clearly another Death Fighter.

“Chang Ying, Class 8 Grade 1 has already been taken over by me; why won’t you obey? This is what I can’t understand.”

Gui Ya’s tone had a somewhat earnest persuasion flavor, but he gripped his tools tightly in his hand.

“If you want to fight, then fight; don’t talk so much nonsense.”

Chang Ying’s attitude completely disregarded the other students, only focusing on Gui Ya’s movements.

Compared to repeaters, current students were all immature young people.

For a well-trained Death Fighter, dealing with some just-enrolled new students wouldn’t be difficult.

“Sigh, looks like you’re determined to go against everyone.”

Gui Ya waved his hand: “Brothers, get him!”

Over ten people charged at Chang Ying together, instantly fighting as a group.

“New students are really full of vigor.”

On the rooftop opposite the classroom, a few pairs of eyes watched the classroom’s battle with interest: “Big Brother Ashe, those two kids below have pretty good levels; how about recruiting them into our team?”

The man called Big Brother Ashe withdrew his gaze and curled his lips.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit strange? How did so many new students with good skill suddenly appear in the school?”

“What? Big Brother Ashe suspects this is some faction’s doing? Planning to make a move on our Ojima High?”

“Yeah.”

“Anyway, if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up; what’s there to… holy shit!?”

That henchman was halfway through his words when he suddenly gasped.

Immediately after, exclamations rose one after another on the rooftop.

A massive black pillar erected out of thin air, connecting to the sky, like a rough trace left by the creator on a canvas.

Whoever saw it would feel an incredulous sensation.

“Damn, over there… that’s the direction of the prison, right?”

“Yeah… I think so.”

“What the hell is going on?”

Big Brother Ashe abruptly stood up: “Go ask Simba… forget it, I’ll go myself.”

Before his words finished, he moved his feet and jumped straight down from the rooftop.

From a high vantage point, one would see disturbances of varying degrees breaking out all over Ojima High School.

……

“Oji… High School?”

Lu Bai stood at the school gate of Ojima High School, looking at the school sign missing one character, and raised an eyebrow.

This time, he didn’t follow the water flow down but walked out from the prison main gate.

On the way, he happened to notice a Death Fighter with a title above his head hurrying into this school.

“Why are there still Death Fighters coming to school?”

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