My Ability Pool is Superior

“Ah?”

Lu Bai was stunned for two seconds, then realized that Liang Fuzhong had misunderstood.

He himself was very clear that his predecessor had indeed drowned, otherwise he wouldn’t have come to this world.

Liang Fuzhong’s idea was wrong in process, but right in result.

After all, Lu Bai also didn’t think that his predecessor’s falling into the water was an accident.

The reason was simple: students at Deathmatch School weren’t like students at ordinary schools, where just learning various subjects’ knowledge was enough.

The so-called students were actually reserves for Death Fighters.

In terms of physical fitness and academic results, they didn’t need to be particularly excellent, at least passing was required; beyond that, they also needed to learn various professional skills additionally.

Including but not limited to swimming, driving, firearms shooting, and so on…

They could even take electives like fortune telling, acting, magic, and other obscure skills.

In short, Deathmatch School was cultivating in the direction that students could survive no matter what situation they were thrown into.

They looked unremarkable, but actually each one was a wilderness survival master.

Under this premise, slipping and falling into the water leading to drowning sounded unreasonable just hearing it.

“I just can’t remember a lot of things.” Lu Bai found an excuse to brush it off.

He didn’t know much about this Teacher Liang either, so naturally he wouldn’t spill everything.

Liang Fuzhong patted Lu Bai’s shoulder: “If you have any suspicions, feel free to tell me; no one dares to lay hands on our school’s students.”

Death Fighters had high social status, and accordingly, the importance of this group of reserves still in school wouldn’t be low either.

In fact, if Lu Bai hadn’t been alive when fished out of the river, this matter wouldn’t have been let go so easily.

Lu Bai made a sound of “mm,” and said no more.

The two walked silently for a stretch, and unknowingly arrived downstairs at a teaching building.

“Alright then, come find me anytime if there’s something.”

Before parting, Liang Fuzhong habitually reminded him, and at the end, suddenly remembered something: “Right, since you were conscious during the Deathmatch Duel, what was your final rank? Did you make it into the top three hundred?”

Lu Bai honestly replied: “I was first.”

Hearing this, Liang Fuzhong immediately laughed: “Alright, kid, don’t fool around with me here; go register your information quickly.”

……

Spacious and bright classroom.

A middle-aged man with the temperament of a retired soldier stood on the podium, his gaze emanating an intangible sense of oppression.

“I know many of you are dissatisfied with your results from the first round of Deathmatch Duel, but I’ll emphasize again: it is strictly forbidden for any student to restart on their own, no matter how bad the results are; finish all three rounds honestly first.”

After hearing this teacher’s warning, the students in the classroom were all very quiet, with no objections.

It was well known that before officially becoming Death Fighters, one could not only choose to quit but also restart.

Almost everyone regarded the first three rounds as the foundation-building stage; if they felt the foundation wasn’t solid, they could completely redo the process.

This was also why Lu Bai could still encounter some “veterans” in the first round of Deathmatch Duel.

Restart sounded great, but based on years of experience, Death Fighters with too many restarts hadn’t made it past the fourth round.

So it could be confirmed that this restart would affect subsequent Deathmatch Duels, though it wasn’t clear exactly what the negative aspect was—mostly guessed to be that the random ability pool in later rounds would be poor, or some other negative influence.

Analogizing to competitive games, it was probably that the more restarts, the lower the hidden score.

With such a mechanism in existence, a place like Deathmatch School, which specialized in cultivating Death Fighters, naturally wouldn’t encourage restarting behavior.

However, if one failed all three early rounds, choosing to restart was also normal.

At the very least, they would try entering the fourth round Deathmatch Duel only after having at least one title.

“That’s it for now; I won’t waste your time. Go down and prepare well for the second round Deathmatch. After the second round, I don’t want to see you all still looking so dejected.”

With that, this teacher simply tidied the podium and left quickly.

“Ah, so annoying.”

“Let’s relax for a few days first; go to New Lisboa and play a few hands?”

“Let’s go, let’s go!”

“Old Zhu, wanna go lift weights?”

The classroom suddenly became noisy, with several students grabbing their bags and rushing out.

Lu Bai sat in his position, not getting up immediately.

In terms of time, it was actually just past ten in the morning, still a while before mealtime.

Incidentally, the basic academic courses and physical fitness training had been completed before age eighteen.

Various key points and precautions about Deathmatch Duels had been mentioned countless times repeatedly.

After the first Deathmatch Duel, few courses still required students to attend mandatory; what to do in this month was entirely up to the students’ own subjective initiative.

Anyway, if you don’t value your own life, no one can save you.

Correspondingly, if students have any reasonable requests, as long as they raise them, the school will do its best to satisfy them.

Even if they want to learn to drive a tank, the academic affairs office will arrange for professionals to teach meticulously.

For this system, Lu Bai was still quite satisfied; it allowed him to freely arrange his own time without wasting it in boring classrooms.

“At this point, let’s go eat first.”

……

Time passed day by day, and the talent points on Lu Bai’s personal interface gradually converted completely.

The high or low value of talent has little effect when in the real world, but it is not without effect.

For example, in the aspect of learning fighting skills, the effect is outstanding.

Out of the simple notion that waste is shameful, Lu Bai elected a large number of combat courses in the following days.

Of course, these combat styles were all very scientific and could not achieve something absurd like pushing with both hands to fire a wave on the spot.

But in aspects like striking and issuing force techniques, there were still many merits.

He himself had a certain foundation, and contacting various styles of this world could somewhat verify each other.

After a period of time, the results were pleasing.

His talent breaking ten allowed him to easily form correct muscle memory; an inadvertent flash of spiritual light could make him realize the redundant parts in countless routines and eliminate them.

Creating his own style might not be achievable in a short time, but if it was just to improve his own combat ability, that could be said to be no problem at all.

During this time, Lu Bai basically lived a two-point-one-line life between the school and Yiju City, and didn’t wander much to other places in the underground city.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed like this.

……

Bang!

A loud explosive sound echoed in the venue.

Lu Bai removed the protective gear from his head and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

“Not bad.”

A skinny old man took the protective gear from Lu Bai’s hand, conveniently tossed it onto the stool, chuckled, and continued, “Your second deathmatch duel is tomorrow, right?”

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