My Ability Pool is Superior

The sun moved directly overhead, bringing the temperature to the hottest moment of the day.

Ojima High School.

From the morning onward that day, the entire Weidao was enveloped in low pressure.

Students from Ojima High School gathered in groups of three or five, gradually walking out of the classrooms one after another, with varied expressions—some grave, others excited.

But without exception, every Ojima student gave the feeling of a bull locked in a cage with red eyes, just waiting for the moment the cage opened to explode.

A student with the “sly and mischievous” title on his head walked out of the teaching building, looked around, and said in a low voice to his companion beside him, who also had a title on his head: “Can’t dodge it anymore.”

At this moment, Chang Tiger happened to walk out as well. He turned around and looked up at the teaching building.

A man wearing gold glasses, with several bar-shaped tattoos on his temples, came in front of Chang Tiger. He took out a cigarette case from his pocket: “Want one?”

This person had a “Crimson Overlord” title on his head, and was clearly also a Death Fighter.

Chang Tiger turned his head, raised his hand to open the cigarette case offered in front of him: “Don’t casually give things to strangers.”

“Don’t be so vigilant. Since we’re all enrolled, us Death Fighters can at least be considered alumni.”

Although Chang Tiger didn’t give face, Huangfu Zhu didn’t mind either. He slowly shook out a cigarette from the case, put it in his mouth, took out a lighter to light it for himself, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring.

After savoring the nicotine blissfully, he asked leisurely: “I came over just to ask— that guy from yesterday, you knew him before, right?”

“So what if I did?” Chang Tiger glanced at him sideways.

“Just want to get some intel on that one. After all, it’s the first time I’ve seen someone with such an absurd title. To be safe, I still need to confirm that one’s personality first.”

Huangfu Zhu shrugged: “If I didn’t guess wrong, you must have been taken out by him in one of the Deathmatch Duels?”

As soon as these words came out, Chang Tiger didn’t hesitate and swung a punch backhand.

Huangfu Zhu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and only when the fist was about to smash into his face did he tilt his head aside.

The fist extremely narrowly passed by his nose tip, just knocking the cigarette out of his mouth.

Huangfu Zhu shook out a fresh cigarette from the case again, bit it with his teeth, and said with a slightly mocking tone: “Tsk tsk tsk, such a temper. Looks like you suffered quite a bit.”

Chang Tiger seemed to think of something, fell silent for a moment, and surprisingly gave a detailed account of intel on Lu Bai.

“…Anyway, that person is very dangerous. Don’t be fooled by his appearance.”

Huangfu Zhu listened quietly to Chang Tiger’s description. Although his expression remained composed on the surface, his heart couldn’t help but be somewhat shocked.

It was just that the situation Chang Tiger described was too exaggerated—it was really hard to believe it truly existed.

“So, that one kept at least two abilities, right?”

Huangfu Zhu lit the cigarette in his mouth, smacked his lips: “From the looks of it, could that one be Clever Malphite?”

“What are you two chatting about?”

Two more Ojima High School students with titles on their heads walked over together.

Huangfu Zhu returned a formulaic smile.

“Oh, nothing. Hurry to the sports field…”

…

It’s hard to find a clean spot in Ojima High School; the sports field is also covered in gravel, and walking on it carelessly will produce the sound of shoe soles rubbing against pebbles.

The sports field was packed with people, a dense black mass, all students wearing Ojima school uniforms.

A rough estimate put it at least several thousand people.

The students’ positions weren’t exactly neat, but they didn’t create any noise.

Even if some were discussing, they kept their voices very low.

On the dilapidated rostrum stood several figures, and at the head seat was naturally the current apex of Ojima High School—Simba.

Seeing that most people had arrived, Simba stepped forward and raised his hand to press down.

Soon, the entire sports field fell quiet, so silent it was as if a pin drop could be heard.

Simba didn’t become arrogant because of his such powerful control over Ojima High School—or rather, he was already accustomed to this respect toward himself.

His gaze swept back and forth over the entire sports field as he said casually: “Looks like everyone’s getting a bit impatient.”

With the boost of Grandmaster Level Internal Energy, his voice reached every corner of the sports field.

“What we’re doing today, I believe everyone knows. I won’t elaborate further here. What I want to tell everyone is that Ojima fears no challenge!”

“Chikan Bay wants war? Then we’ll give them war!”

“During the war, no faction is allowed to engage in infighting! All of you save your energy for the battlefield!”

“Ojima is invincible!”

As Simba’s pre-war declaration with its echoing tone ended, the entire sports field erupted in excitement.

Large numbers of Ojima students excitedly waved their arms, repeatedly shouting things like “Ojima invincible” and “Long live Ojima.”

Simba contentedly watched the fervent scene on the sports field without interrupting.

After waiting for the students to vent enough, he continued: “Set out!”

He stomped heavily on the ground, leaped up, reached an altitude of over a hundred meters, then followed a parabolic trajectory to land at the school gate with an extremely powerful pose.

The various faction commanders who had been on the rostrum followed closely behind. Their performances weren’t as exaggerated as Simba’s, but were still basically beyond human scope.

Only after these commanders moved did it come to the eager Ojima students on the sports field.

Numerous titles were suspended among this student group; picking any direction at random, one could see dozens of titles moving.

Without exaggeration, at least over seventy percent of this round’s Death Fighters were in this Ojima High School.

“From what I’ve learned about this Deathmatch Arena over this time, Chikan Bay’s overall strength isn’t weak. It’s just the perennial chaos that allows any urban area faction to step on Chikan Bay.”

Huangfu Zhu naturally explained the situation to Chang Tiger.

“I don’t want to know.”

Chang Tiger pursed his lips and said: “Anyway, we’re just going to be cannon fodder. For battles at this level, it’s still too early for Death Fighters to get a seat at the table.”

“True… It’s a pity. If we had a few more months, once most Death Fighters crossed the Martial Artist threshold, we Death Fighters could probably exert some degree of influence on the situation.”

Huangfu Zhu let out a long sigh.

This round’s Deathmatch Duel wasn’t too favorable for the vast majority of Death Fighters.

Starting with the White Ability Pool, plus a cultivation system that takes a long time to build combat power, all doomed the Death Fighters to not make much of a splash at the beginning.

This was also why so many Death Fighters gathered in the same school yet could barely maintain restraint.

“Thinking too much is worse than not thinking.”

Another Death Fighter waved his hand: “Better to think about how to perform well later. Those commanders all promised to reward based on merit after the battle. I hear there are plenty of Body Tempering Methods among the rewards.”

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