My Ability Pool is Superior-Chapter 194 - 193: Postnatal Martial Artist

In the blink of an eye, it happened.

Biao, who was leaping mid-air, noticed that Lv Bai’s head was actually turning towards him.

And on that face, there was an unusually radiant smile.

Something’s wrong?!

Years of combat experience made Biao instantly sense danger, but it was already too late.

[Flash Time], initiated.

Everything before Lv Bai froze silently.

He adjusted the gun’s muzzle, even took a step towards Biao, and then pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot was abrupt.

After firing a shot, Lv Bai sidestepped, giving himself half a body’s width.

A prison guard’s sidearm, naturally, isn’t as lethal as the large-caliber rifles on the battlefield.

But as long as it hits a vital spot, it’s deadly enough.

The handgun’s impact couldn’t suppress the momentum of Biao’s leap.

After being shot, Biao continued forwards, driven by inertia, crashing onto the floor and uncontrollably rolling several times.

Xia, who had been dragged to the edge of the dance floor by two security guards, stood there in a daze.

He hadn’t realized what had happened; he didn’t even know when Biao appeared, much less noticed what Lv Bai did.

He only heard a gunshot and saw Snake’s Red Stick, Biao, rolling on the ground like a football.

Lv Bai glanced at Xia standing nearby, signaling him to hide to the side for a bit.

He knew that the matter was far from over.

That shot did indeed hit Biao.

But...

"What just happened?" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Biao struggled to his feet, gritting his teeth as he pulled the bullet lodged in his skull.

The random trails of blood trickling from his wound made his appearance somewhat terrifying.

Lv Bai didn’t answer Biao’s question but instead praised with a chuckle, "You’ve got some hard bones there."

Biao reached out and grabbed the collar of his vest, tearing it apart as easily as picking leaves from a flower bed.

Revealing the exaggerated muscles under the vest, the bronze-burnished muscle contours left one in no doubt of the terrifying power within.

Biao flexed his arms, adopting an unremarkable fighting stance.

Looking slightly serious, he asked, "Are you a martial artist too?"

"Is a martial artist someone like you?"

Lv Bai tilted his head slightly.

If he had known from the start that these Red Sticks represented inhuman powerhouses, he wouldn’t have chosen such a direct approach.

As the two spoke, the security chief hurriedly led a group of burly security guards into the hall.

"Biao, are you injured?!"

Seeing Biao’s face covered in blood, the security chief’s heart skipped a beat, blurting out.

Biao stared at Lv Bai, not responding.

The security chief quickly kicked a subordinate beside him: "What are you standing around for? Go help out!"

The security guards present secretly complained, making them deal with a monster capable of injuring Biao was like sending them to their deaths.

The security guards hesitated, not daring to advance, frustrating the security chief to the point of wanting to shoot them himself.

Biao ignored the antics of these subordinates; he maintained his combat stance, slowly stepping towards Lv Bai.

Once within a certain distance, he decisively lunged forward, throwing a straight punch.

Lv Bai lightly tapped his foot, narrowly dodging.

Biao’s punches were fast, and if Lv Bai hadn’t been prepared, he probably would have needed to use [Flash Time] to dodge it.

However, Biao’s attack wasn’t just that one punch; it seemed more like a probe to him.

As the right fist retracted, the left hand shot out swiftly with a hook punch.

This time, there was no easy way to dodge.

In desperation, Lv Bai halted time, catching his breath as he retreated to avoid the follow-up attack.

In truth, Biao’s move was a three-hit combo.

But once Lv Bai put distance between them with his incomprehensible technique, Biao’s third punch, which was the true killer move, lost its target and had to be restrained.

"You’re quite peculiar."

Biao stared intently at Lv Bai, concluding firmly, "You’re not a martial artist; physically weak, what are you?"

"I too was just contemplating how to become a martial artist."

Lv Bai asked earnestly, "How about teaching me, Biao?"

"Hah, no matter what tricks you have, they don’t change the fact that you’re weak. I want to see how many times you can dodge."

Biao adjusted his breathing, again slowly moving towards Lv Bai.

"See, our communication isn’t on the same wavelength at all."

Lv Bai sighed helplessly, still maintaining a friendly smile, "Then let’s switch to a way you can understand."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Endless darkness spread, instantly engulfing the entire hall.

Xia, the guests who hadn’t escaped, the security chief, and his subordinates, all fell into panic amidst this sudden change, their screams echoing in the dark hall.

Biao, as a Postnatal Martial Artist, didn’t lose his combat abilities just because visibility was compromised, but he was still significantly affected.

He stood alert, trying his best to locate by sound.

Lv Bai walked to the bar, casually picked up a bottle of wine, and threw it beside Biao.

Smack~

Even without seeing it, Biao precisely turned towards the direction of the noise.

"Wrong, time for punishment!"

Lv Bai aimed at Biao’s occipital region and fired a shot.

Because of [Flash Time], shooting for him was like hitting a stationary target, the hit rate assured.

Biao heard the gunfire, about to turn his head, but felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, causing him to let out a muffled grunt.

Lv Bai wouldn’t risk getting close.

He turned towards the bar, repeating the maneuver.

After several rounds, Biao had the thought of retreating.

Admittedly, in this world, Postnatal Martial Artists could mostly evade bullets, and small-caliber bullets often couldn’t penetrate their muscles.

But they were still flesh and blood; enough shots would still lead to death.

The problem was, after circling multiple times, Biao had completely lost his sense of direction.

He couldn’t tell east from west, let alone find a direction for strategic retreat.

Bam!

Another shot, the bullet lodged in Biao’s thigh muscle.

Excessive blood loss left Biao slightly dizzy and dazed.

He had no choice but to clutch his head, shouting, "Wait, I think we can talk."

"No, I prefer your rebellious side."

As Lv Bai spoke, Biao, like an arrow released from a bowstring, charged directly towards Lv Bai’s position.

However, under the overwhelming effects of [Flash Time], hitting Lv Bai at close range wasn’t certain, let alone with such a charge.

Lv Bai just used [Flash Time] to sidestep two steps, comfortably watching Biao crash headfirst into the bar’s wall.

Biao seized a security guard on the way, holding him tightly, bursting into maniacal laughter.

"Hahaha, finally caught you!"