My Ability Pool is Superior-Chapter 73 - 72: Second Round Deathmatch Showdown

Inside the Tri-Use Conference Hall.

Students about to engage in the death duel have all reached their designated positions, quietly awaiting the arrival of the second round of the death duel.

"Everyone, please relax and stay calm." Chen Li sat at the podium, casually saying comforting words.

Liang Fuzhong and other class advisors finished counting the number of students and returned to the podium one by one.

Many students raised their eyes to look at the enormous clock at the top of the hall.

The longest second hand on the clock face is steadily approaching the scheduled time.

No one needs to step forward specially to maintain order; the students inside have already quieted down spontaneously.

Over the centuries, everyone knows that the Deathmatch System is exceptionally punctual, never experiencing delays.

Students, including the faculty, are looking at the clock at the top, chanting in their hearts.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

At the moment it reaches the exact time, a mechanical voice, devoid of emotion, simultaneously appears in the mind of every student inside.

[Ding!]

[Second Round of the Death Duel is beginning.]

[Transmission starts!]

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[Death Arena Number: 87****1062]

[Username: Rename26LB (Currently unmodifiable)]

[Main Title Equipped: Innocent Smile]

[Sub-titles Equipped: Beheading Butcher, Ultimate Killing Demon]

[Talent: 18.2]

[Current Points: 0]

[Current Ranking: 500/500]

[Ability: Flash Time]

[Attention! First-round Ability Pool has been unlocked, selection is possible]

As the saying goes, familiarity breeds confidence after repeated exposure.

Lv Bai quickly recovered from the dizziness of the transmission, and immediately noticed the constantly flickering emerald green light above him, exuding a vibrant aura.

Looking up, the four large characters "Innocent Smile" awkwardly appeared above his head, and above this green title, there were two rows of artistic red-black characters.

"Beheading Butcher" and "Ultimate Killing Demon," both titles with calligraphic ferocity, their bloody colors alarming to the beholder.

His eyelids twitched.

Sure enough, what was said in the Death Fighter forum was true, the equipped titles will be displayed in the Death Arena, the art style resembling a slapdash online game featuring instant massive damage.

Unfortunately, the titles once equipped cannot be removed, only hidden or replaced, and the main title doesn’t even have a hiding option.

Luckily, only Death Fighters can see it, or else he might be beaten to death by natives as a monster upon entry to the Death Arena.

Lv Bai silently hid the two sub-titles, forcing himself to accept this reality.

Given the circumstances, it’s best to look at this round’s ability pool.

He proceeded to open the ability selection.

A translucent data panel in front of his retina was obscured by three split screens.

[Quick Thinking (Silver): Enhances own thinking speed, with a high chance of brain damage.]

[Armory II (Silver): Opens the Level II Armory and randomly acquires a special weapon from it.]

[Your name is Li Si (Silver): Can forcibly rename the target to Li Si.]

Is it just the Silver-level ability pool?

This means other Death Fighters’ first-round ability pools were simply White-level.

Lv Bai furrowed his brow; unlike most Death Fighters who believe that the lower the level of the ability pool, the better.

For him, the more advanced the ability pool, the greater his advantage.

However,

Whatever.

At least it’s not as ostentatious as the titles.

"Wang Ting, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, stars shine in your eyes..."

While Lv Bai was grappling with whether or not to gamble, a man’s heartfelt confession suddenly drifted to his ears on the wind.

Temporarily exiting the personal interface, Lv Bai intended to take stock of his current situation.

No wonder he occasionally felt a gusty breeze; at this moment, he was at an altitude of a thousand meters.

To be precise, in a flying manned hot air balloon.

Including himself, there were three people below in the basket of the hot air balloon.

The man and the woman there were presumably either married or dating.

And his identity seemed to be the hot air balloon pilot?

How does one operate this thing?

He glanced at the three instruments on his right-hand side, which were an altimeter, a vertical speed indicator, and a thermometer.

Identifying them was relatively easy, but figuring out the procedures for operation would require trial and error.

At the other end of the basket, the man was dressed in a sharply tailored suit, tall and handsome.

While speaking sweet words, he took out a diamond ring from his pocket, knelt on one knee, and said emotionally, "Will you marry me?"

Wang Ting expressionlessly replied, "No."

"Wow... that’s awkward."

Lv Bai’s prepared hands for clapping froze in place.

Initially, he wanted to share bad news after the atmosphere had turned romantic, as a celebratory gesture, only to find that the woman had outright refused.

Disclosing his inability to operate the hot air balloon at this point might seem lacking in tact.

Embarrassed, he scratched his head with a bear-like naivety: "Landing this thing probably takes half...maybe even a full hour, what should we chat about next?"

No one responded to him.

The man appeared despondent; just as he stood up, he staggered, clearly not yet recovering from the blow.

What was strange, though, was that Wang Ting also remained silent, the feeling was uncannily bizarre.

Something was off.

With this thought, Lv Bai squinted his eyes.

He carefully recalled that although the woman had only said one word, the tone was subtly awkward.

Almost like she had just learned to speak.

"No, this isn’t true, you must be joking, right?"

Returning to his senses, the man reached out and grabbed the woman’s shoulders.

Forcing a reluctant smile, "You told me you wanted me to propose in the sky; you said it’s romantic, you must be pulling my leg, am I right?"

The man rambled on, lost in his mind, like a drowning person clutching at the last straw.

Wang Ting remained expressionless, allowing the man to shake her.

Perhaps because of the excessive shaking, Wang Ting’s face suddenly split open.

Her whole head rapidly unfolded like a tangled ball of twine.

The ends of the extending flesh fibers even formed bone spikes and bone blades gleaming with a chilling light.

Witnessing this, the man felt as though his own head might split open.

He plummeted back into a seated position in shock: "I must be dreaming."

His legs floundered incessantly, trying to put more distance between him and Wang Ting.

"Whoa! Alien!"

Lv Bai couldn’t help but smile: "No, it looks more like a parasitic beast."

Wang Ting’s body beneath the neck remained as enchanting, but her head transformed into a monstrous figure, except unlike the parasitic beast in Lv Bai’s impression, it lacked those metallic blade edges.

However, the white bone blades exuded an intimidating sharpness indeed.

Swish!

Wang Ting stood still, controlling a flesh fiber to whip through the air with a sharp whistling noise.

The man sprawled on the ground, eyes wide-open, watching the incoming flesh fiber, unable to muster any counteraction.

In the next instant, Lv Bai abruptly activated [Flash Time], and during the pause in time, grabbed the man’s collar behind his neck, pulling him back a bit, thus averting the scene of the man’s head being severed.

This action, naturally, would capture Wang Ting’s attention.

The monster acted like an ice-cold assassin, implicitly launching another attack without hesitation.

It swung its torso, whipping a flesh fiber with a bone blade at the tip sweeping horizontally.