My Ability Pool is Superior - Chapter 212: Want To Start A War?

Originally holding a cigarette in his mouth and lazily walking to school with two little brothers, Simba suddenly changed his complexion drastically.

He stared at the familiar figure standing at the school gate, falling into extreme shock.

“It’s you?!”

The bloody title on Lu Bai’s head made Simba recall once again the humiliation he suffered in the second round deathmatch duel.

That palm that seemed to blot out the sky turned him into meat paste.

No matter how much effort he made, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

“How could it be you…”

Simba’s thoughts returned to reality, his expression unconsciously becoming ferocious.

He clenched his fists tightly with both hands, his nails digging into his flesh: “This is really great.”

He showed his hidden title without hesitation.

[Bloody Thug (One Star)], [Fierce Fight Prelude (Three Stars)], [Overbearing Power (One Star)].

The three titles that appeared above Simba’s head were black characters accented with blood color.

They had basically the same main color tone as the three titles on Lu Bai’s head.

The only difference was that Simba’s titles were not too high in star level.

Releasing the hidden titles, his overall aura did not change in an overly exaggerated way.

However, it still made the two little brothers beside him endure back away several steps.

“Long time no see.”

Lu Bai tilted his head slightly and greeted.

Although he showed no malice, under the boost of three four-star titles, even doing nothing made him seem full of killing intent, as if the next second would bring rivers of blood.

He walked toward Simba, his unhurried pace like a leisurely stroll.

“Can you tell me how many death fighters there are in this school?”

Liang Tao was somewhat dazed. As Lu Bai passed by him, he just watched wide-eyed, losing the courage to swing his fist on the spot.

An aura this terrifying, he had only felt on Simba of Weidao.

The Ojima High School students at the school gate did not dare to provoke any further.

Non-death fighters cannot see titles.

So in their view, the moment Lu Bai switched titles, it was like he became a different person on the spot.

To accumulate such a terrifying aura, there was only one possibility: powerful strength.

At least for now, there was no real grandmaster martial artist present near the school gate.

“Heh, why don’t you go in and see for yourself?”

Simba’s pupils contracted, his tone suddenly becoming cold: “Of course, you have to survive from my hands first!”

He stepped forward heavily, with no false or superfluous actions, and threw a straight punch aimed at Lu Bai’s head.

Unlike the other Ojima High School students, he was not intimidated by Lu Bai’s aura.

There was indeed an effect, but he knew better that it was the effect of the three titles suspended above Lu Bai’s head.

Everyone was a death fighter; who didn’t know whom?

Normally, the first round ability pool was only white level, with strength depending solely on the death fighter’s own qualities.

No matter how arrogant Lu Bai’s aura was, in Simba’s view, it was just superficial.

But soon, Simba realized he was wrong, and absurdly so.

Lu Bai raised his hand to grab Simba’s fist, shook his wrist, and the suddenly erupting great strength flung him away on the spot.

He had no intention of holding back at all. He immediately chased after, raising his right arm greatly and clenching his fist to smash toward Simba.

The burning pain from his back rubbing against the ground kept Simba from passing out.

As the fist wind blew in, Simba barely came back to his senses and instinctively raised both arms, crossing them to protect himself.

Lu Bai’s fist then fell.

Boom!!!

In an instant, a deafening explosion appeared at the school gate. Visible power fluctuations spread in ripples, sweeping toward the surroundings.

This punch did not land on Simba.

“…”

Lu Bai turned his gaze to the man who abruptly appeared beside him, raising his eyebrow slightly without speaking.

The man’s center-parted short hair was blown wildly by the shockwave from the collision.

After it calmed slightly, he asked in a deep voice: “Does Chikan Bay plan to go to war with Weidao?”

Lu Bai withdrew his hand, straightened his back, and sized up the student in front of him wearing the Ojima High School uniform.

It was worth noting that although this person wore a student uniform, he clearly looked over thirty, unknown how many years he had been held back.

“Big Brother Ashe.”

“Brother Ashe.”

Seeing this man appear, the Ojima High School students present all involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief, like seeing their backbone.

Hearing the shouts from these Ojima High School students, Lu Bai estimated that this man called Big Brother Ashe probably had some say in the entire Weidao faction.

So he did not act too arrogant, shook his head, and said: “This is just my personal action; please do not escalate it.”

“Nonsense. If I go make a scene in Chikan Bay now and say it’s personal, do you think your Dao Master would let me off?”

“I think Dao Master definitely wouldn’t trouble you.”

“You…”

Ashe did not expect Lu Bai to give such a shameless reply. He spat out a mouthful of saliva irritably: “No matter what you say, as a grandmaster martial artist, you yourself represent your faction.”

He bent down to help up the somewhat dazed Simba, his tone turning cold.

“No need for more words. If you kill someone from Weidao, then I’ll kill you. I’m sure Chikan Bay wouldn’t have anything to say against it.”

Lu Bai was pondering how to explain.

From the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that a large crowd of Ojima High School students gathering to watch the excitement had already assembled at the school gate.

Most importantly, above that dense crowd, dozens of titles were suspended.

It was simply unimaginable how many death fighters were gathered in this Ojima High School.

Lu Bai simply nodded.

“Alright, I can represent Chikan Bay. You’re right, I’m here representing Chikan Bay to issue a letter of challenge to your Weidao. Name your terms…”

After hearing Lu Bai’s “confession,” this Big Brother Ashe’s attitude also became serious. He spoke resolutely.

“I don’t know what your Dao Master is thinking, but Weidao accepts, and Weidao fears no challenge!”

…

“So Dao Master was being all mysterious to save his old man.”

As soon as Dao Long carried Dao Zheng Mu back to Chikan Bay, he was stopped by Shi San Yao, who was sitting by the street sipping wine.

“Shi San Yao, get out of the way quick. I still need to take Martial Grandfather for healing.”

Dao Long went around Shi San Yao and continued rushing madly toward the interior of Chikan Bay with his head down.

Shi San Yao actually kept up with his pace, maintaining the running speed, but his tone was steady: “Hey, don’t rush. Where’s Dao Master? How come you’re the only one bringing Great Dao Master back?”

Noticing the movement, Dao Zheng Mu, lying on Dao Long’s back, lifted his head with a gloomy complexion.

After a pause, he endured without outbursting, sighed, and said: “It’s this old man who is no good, implicating Ming Temple.”

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