My Ability Pool is Superior

It was said slowly but happened fast.

Midway through his pounce, Biao Ge suddenly noticed that Lu Bai’s head had actually turned toward him.

And on that face, the smile was exceptionally brilliant.

Something’s wrong?!

Rich fierce fight experience made Biao Ge instantly sense that something was off, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

[Flash Time], activated.

Everything in front of Lu Bai quietly froze.

He adjusted the muzzle, even had time to take a step toward Biao Ge, before pulling the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot was abrupt.

After firing one shot, Lu Bai sidestepped to make half a body position’s space.

The prison guard’s pistol’s lethality naturally couldn’t compare to those large-caliber rifles on the battlefield.

But as long as it could hit a vital spot, the threat was sufficiently fatal.

The pistol’s impact force didn’t stop Biao Ge’s pounce inertia.

After being shot, Biao Ge still lunged forward under his body’s inertia, crashing to the floor and uncontrollably rolling several times.

Shrimp Brother, who had previously been dragged to the edge of the dance floor by two security guards, was dumbly stunned in place.

He hadn’t reacted at all to what had happened; he didn’t even know when Biao Ge had appeared, so naturally he hadn’t noticed what Lu Bai had done.

He had merely heard a gunshot, then saw Snake’s Red Pole Biao Ge rolling on the ground like a soccer ball.

Lu Bai glanced at Shrimp Brother beside him, his gaze signaling Shrimp Brother to first go to the side and hide for a bit.

He knew the matter wasn’t over yet.

That shot had indeed hit Biao Ge.

But…

“What just happened?”

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

Several streams of blood messily spurting from the wound made his appearance somewhat eerie.

Lu Bai didn’t answer Biao Ge’s doubt, instead chuckling and praising, “Your bones are really tough.”

Biao Ge reached for the collar of his vest and, like plucking a leaf from the edge of a flowerbed, easily tore the vest off his body.

Revealing the exaggerated muscles beneath the vest, those bronze-cast muscle contours left no doubt about the terror power contained within.

Biao Ge bent his arms, assuming an unremarkable combat stance.

His expression slightly grave: “You’re also a martial artist?”

“A martial artist is like you?”

Lu Bai tilted his head slightly.

If he had known from the start that these Red Poles represented inhuman experts, he actually wouldn’t have chosen such a direct method.

While the two were speaking, the Security Supervisor also hurriedly led a group of burly security guards rushing into the hall.

“Biao Ge, you’re injured?!”

Seeing Biao Ge’s face full of blood, the Security Supervisor’s heart skipped a beat, blurting it out.

Biao Ge stared at Lu Bai, not replying.

The Security Supervisor hurriedly kicked a subordinate beside him: “What are you standing around for? Hurry up and go help!”

These security guards on the scene secretly complained bitterly; making them deal with a fierce person who could injure Biao Ge was like asking for their lives.

The security guards all hesitated and didn’t dare step forward, infuriating the Security Supervisor who wished he could give each one a shot.

Biao Ge ignored the farce of these subordinates; he maintained his battle pose, slowly stepping closer to Lu Bai.

After closing to a certain distance, he decisively lunged forward, throwing a straight punch.

Lu Bai lightly tapped his foot, narrowly dodging.

Biao Ge’s punch speed was very fast; if not for preparing in advance, Lu Bai probably would have had to use [Flash Time] to dodge this punch.

However, Biao Ge’s attack wasn’t just this one strike; to him, this punch was more like a probe.

As the right fist retracted, the left came out in a hook punch right after.

This one couldn’t be easily dodged.

Helplessly, Lu Bai stagnated time, barely catching his breath while retreating to avoid this follow-up strike.

Biao Ge’s was actually a three-hit combo.

But after Lu Bai used a method Biao Ge couldn’t understand to pull away, his third punch, the real killing move, lost its target and could only be forcibly held back.

“You’re very strange.”

Biao Ge stared deadly at Lu Bai, making an affirmative conclusion: “You’re not a martial artist, your physical fitness is weak, what exactly is going on with you?”

“I’ve also been wondering how to become a martial artist.”

Lu Bai asked in a very sincere tone: “Biao Ge, could you teach me?”

“Heh, no matter what weird trick that is, it can’t change the fact that you’re weak yourself. I want to see how many times you can dodge.”

Biao Ge adjusted his breathing rhythm, once again slowly moving toward Lu Bai.

“You see, our communication isn’t even on the same channel.”

Lu Bai helplessly sighed, still keeping a friendly smile on his face: “Then let’s switch to a way you can understand.”

Before the words finished, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Endless black paint spread out, instantly enveloping the entire hall in darkness.

Shrimp Brother, the guests who hadn’t escaped, including the Security Supervisor and his men, all fell into panic under this sudden change of circumstance, screams rising and falling in the dark hall.

Biao Ge, as a Houtian Martial Artist, wouldn’t lose his combat ability just because his vision was blocked, but he would still be greatly affected.

He vigilantly stood in place, trying his utmost to listen for movement and discern position.

Lu Bai walked to the bar, casually picked up a bottle of liquor, and threw it next to Biao Ge.

Pa~

Even without seeing, Biao Ge precisely turned toward the direction of the movement.

“Wrong, penalty!”

Lu Bai fired a shot at the back of Biao Ge’s head.

Because of [Flash Time]’s existence, shooting for him was like shooting a fixed target, with guaranteed accuracy.

Biao Ge heard the gunshot and just wanted to turn his head when he felt a stab of pain at the back of his head, making him involuntarily let out a muffled grunt.

Lu Bai wouldn’t risk getting close to the opponent.

He turned to the bar, repeating the same trick.

After several consecutive shots, Biao Ge already harbored thoughts of retreat.

Admittedly, Houtian Martial Artists in this world could basically dodge bullets; small-caliber bullets often couldn’t penetrate their muscles.

But after all, they were still flesh and blood bodies; taking too many gunshots would still kill them.

However, the problem was that after spinning around a few times, Biao Ge had completely lost his sense of direction.

He now couldn’t even distinguish southeast from northwest, let alone find the direction for strategic retreat.

Bang!

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

Excessive blood loss made Biao Ge somewhat dizzy and dazed.

He had no choice but to hug his head with both hands, shouting loudly: “Wait, I think we can talk.”

“No thanks, I still prefer your arrogant and untamed look.”

As soon as Lu Bai spoke, Biao Ge shot toward his position like an arrow off the string.

However, under [Flash Time]’s powerful effect, even close range didn’t guarantee hitting Lu Bai, let alone such a charge.

Lu Bai merely used [Flash Time] to sidestep two steps, then calmly watched Biao Ge crash headfirst into the bar’s wall.

Biao Ge tightly hugged a security guard he had collided with midway into his bosom, letting out a wild laugh.

“Hahaha, finally caught you!”

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