My Ability Pool is Superior-Chapter 181 - 180: The Fourth Round Deathmatch Showdown

Chapter 181: Chapter 180: The Fourth Round Deathmatch Showdown

A night without words.

Lv Bai woke up in the morning, finished his washing, and headed to the Zudian Campus as usual.

He didn’t tell the siblings that he would be participating in a deathmatch today.

Besides not wanting them to worry, he was also too lazy to explain again.

After all, in his view, the risk of a deathmatch is very low.

Unlike normal Death Fighters, Lv Bai had no concern for his safety, as the existence of "Load" meant deathmatch fighters couldn’t pose a threat to him.

The only variable left might be those so-called clones.

Mainly because he hadn’t encountered them, so he remained cautious in his statements.

...

Zudian Campus, at the school gate.

Pu Xueli stood with hands behind his back, dressed in a neatly ironed brown suit.

"You’re here."

"Yes, I am here."

"You shouldn’t have come."

"But I am already here."

Silence, a long silence.

At the school gate, the two stood like clay and wood statues, confronting each other under the brilliant sunlight of the holographic sky.

"I really don’t understand why you are so anxious."

Pu Xueli smiled bitterly and turned around: "Forget it, come with me."

Lv Bai followed, speaking righteously: "Principal Pu, being the head of Ancestral Hall, the pillar of the city, at this critical time of survival, should achieve an unparalleled merit to remedy the downfall, so that your name will go down in history, not in vain in this life."

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting today?"

Pu Xueli twitched the corners of his mouth and waved his hand: "Looks like I was unnecessarily worried, your mentality is more relaxed than mine."

For faculty members who become official Death Fighters, when they need to engage in deathmatches, they can directly go to the Victory Tower that the school provides for these matches, which has private rooms for faculty usage.

They no longer have to wait at places like the Tri-Use Conference Hall like ordinary students.

Following behind Principal Pu, Lv Bai turned several corners and soon arrived at a separate building.

The Victory Tower has six stories, with each floor having nearly thirty rooms, covering more area than some high-end hotels.

Such a scale is already sufficient.

In fact, official Death Fighters drag out deathmatch issues, at most once a year.

Greeting the manager at the entrance, Pu Xueli led Lv Bai inside the building.

Without strolling long in the corridors, Pu Xueli casually found an unoccupied room.

He pointed to the LCD input screen on the door and turned to Lv Bai: "Just register with your ID."

Lv Bai didn’t hesitate, taking out his ID and swiping it immediately.

After a brief program response time, with a crisp bell sound, the room door opened in turn.

If Pu Xueli wasn’t so highly regarding Lv Bai, this process explanation, which any miscellaneous faculty member could do, wouldn’t befit troubling the principal himself.

"I hope you come back alive."

Principal Pu scanned Lv Bai up and down, threw that sentence, and then turned to leave.

Lv Bai responded with a harmless smile.

...

The room door closed automatically.

The interior wasn’t in a simple and efficient style, instead resembling a luxuriously decorated private house.

The wooden wall surface felt delicate, with natural patterns.

The bed in the center seemed like a sophisticated artwork, with exquisite handcrafted carvings, exuding the aura of wealth.

A valuable single sofa faced a one-way floor-to-ceiling window, providing a clear view outside.

Lv Bai simply sat down on the sofa, closing his eyes to relax.

The built-in speakers emitted a sweet female voice.

"Mr. Lü, hello, I’m Qu Yawen from the Internal Affairs Department. I will be serving you this time, so feel free to ask if you need anything."

The female voice was very soft, strictly controlled under forty decibels.

"The remaining time until your deathmatch begins is one hour and eighteen minutes, I hope you can relax and maintain a good state..."

The speech was slow and gentle, like trying to coax someone to sleep, not causing any annoyance.

Of course, if you wish to stay quiet or listen to some music, such requests could also be fulfilled.

Lv Bai didn’t really need such relaxation or psychological counseling, but he didn’t mind it either.

It’s worth mentioning that even though he wasn’t much worried about his safety in the deathmatch, a great person once said: strategically despise the enemy, tactically value the enemy.

For this reason, Lv Bai also spent a lot of time this month learning the differences between the fourth round and the first three rounds.

The fact that death in the fourth round is truly lethal is a secondary concern for now.

The biggest difference lies in the number of Death Fighters, reduced from five hundred in the first three rounds to two hundred.

There’s also a change in the stage that opens the Ability Pool selection. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The total number is halved, initiating the second-round Ability Pool, then halved again to open the third-round Ability Pool while announcing the target task.

Due to the number reduction in official deathmatches, gaining points becomes especially difficult for ordinary Death Fighters.

Moreover, according to unreliable sources, the ratio of normal Death Fighters to clones is roughly 1:1, with survival being the primary goal for ordinary Death Fighters.

Lv Bai contemplated these various aspects, and over an hour quickly vanished.

The mechanized prompt in his mind sounded timely.

[Ding!]

[The fourth round of deathmatch begins.]

[Transmission commencing!]

...

[Death Arena Number: 87****1970]

[Username: Clever Murphy]

[Equipped Main Title: Innocent Smile (Two-Star)]

[Equipped Secondary Titles: Mad Slaughter (Four Stars), Ultimate Killing Demon (Four Stars)]

[Talent: 103.8]

[Current Points: 0]

[Current Ranking: 200/200]

[Abilities: ?, Flash Time, All Ink]

[Note! The first-round Ability Pool is open for selection]

This time at the start, Lv Bai had no time to focus on the first-round Ability Pool.

Because around him, sat four other individuals, each head crowned with titles signifying their identities as Death Fighters.

"Damn, this really is a crash start."

A crew-cut middle-aged man smiled wryly, having originally intended to strike first while everyone else was still awakening.

However, noticing their environment, he immediately dismissed the idea.

Looking around, three sides were bare walls, the only light-permitting side was a high-strength alloy prison door.

The thickness alone was despairing to behold.

Undoubtedly, this was an extremely strict prison.

Lv Bai and the remaining three Death Fighters scanned the sides, all realizing this.

A slender young man with thin-framed glasses clapped his hands, drawing the attention of those present to himself.

"Everyone, since the start is unfavorable, I suggest we forgo hostility and temporarily cooperate, what do you think?"