My Ability Pool is Superior-Chapter 71 - 70: White Steed Passing Through a Crevice
"Huh?"
Lv Bai was stunned for two seconds before realizing that Liang Fuzhong had misunderstood.
He knew very well that his predecessor did indeed drown, otherwise he wouldn’t have come to this world.
Liang Fuzhong’s thought process was wrong, but the conclusion was right.
After all, Lv Bai also didn’t believe that his predecessor’s fall into the water was an accident.
The reason is simple: Students of the Death Struggle School aren’t like those in ordinary schools, where they just learn various subjects.
The so-called students are actually reserve Death Fighters.
In terms of physical fitness and academic performance, they need to at least pass if not excel, and in addition, they need to learn additional professional skills.
Including, but not limited to, swimming, driving, firearm shooting, etc...
They can even choose to study unconventional skills like fortune-telling, acting, and magic.
In short, the Death Struggle School is dedicated to preparing students to survive in any circumstances they might be thrown into.
They may seem inconspicuous, but each is a master of wilderness survival.
Under such premise, the idea of accidentally falling into the water and drowning sounds unreasonable on its face.
"I just can’t remember a lot of things," Lv Bai used an excuse to brush it off.
He didn’t know much about Teacher Liang, naturally not giving away everything.
Liang Fuzhong patted Lv Bai’s shoulder: "If you have any doubts, you can let me know, no one dares to harm students from our school."
The social status of Death Fighters is high, making the importance of the reserves still in school significant.
In fact, if Lv Bai hadn’t been found alive when pulled out of the river, the matter wouldn’t have been so easily dismissed.
Lv Bai acknowledged with a "Hmm" and said no more.
The two silently walked a distance, unconsciously arriving at a school building.
"Alright, come find me if anything comes up anytime."
Before parting, Liang Fuzhong habitually reminded him, then remembered something last minute: "By the way, since you were conscious during the deathmatch, what’s your final ranking? Did you make it into the top three hundred?"
Lv Bai replied honestly: "I’m number one."
Upon hearing this, Liang Fuzhong laughed: "Alright, stop kidding around with me, and hurry up to register your information."
...
A spacious and bright classroom.
A middle-aged man with the bearing of a veteran stood at the podium, with eyes emitting an invisible sense of oppression.
"I know many of you are not satisfied with your performance in the first round of deathmatches, but I emphasize again that no student is allowed to restart on their own. No matter how poor the performance, honestly complete three rounds before discussing."
After hearing this teacher’s warning, the students in the classroom remained quiet, without much objection.
It’s well known that before officially becoming a Death Fighter, one can not only choose to withdraw but also restart.
Almost everyone sees the first three rounds as a foundational stage. If one feels the foundation is unstable, one can entirely repeat this process.
This is also the reason why Lv Bai could still encounter some "old hands" in the first round of deathmatches.
Restarting sounds appealing, but based on years of experience, Death Fighters who restart excessively don’t survive the fourth round.
Therefore, it can be affirmed that such restarts will affect subsequent deathmatches, though the negative aspect is unspecified, with guesses that in later rounds the random ability pool will be disappointing, or some other negative impacts.
In analogy to competitive games, more restarts likely mean lower hidden scores.
With such mechanisms, a venue specializing in training Death Fighters like the Death Struggle School naturally won’t encourage restarts.
However, if all three rounds fail badly, opting to restart is quite normal.
At the very least, one should earn a title before attempting the fourth round of deathmatches.
"That’s it for now, I won’t take up more of your time. Go prepare well for the second round of deathmatches. After the second round, I don’t want to see you with this dispirited demeanor." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
After that, the teacher packed the podium and swiftly left.
"Ah, so annoying."
"Let’s relax for a few days first, how about hitting New Macau for a few games?"
"Let’s go, let’s go!"
"Old Zhu, fancy lifting some weights?"
The classroom became suddenly noisy, several students grabbed their bags and rushed out.
Lv Bai sat quietly, not getting up immediately.
Speaking about time, it’s just after ten in the morning, still a while until meal time.
Incidentally, basic cultural courses and physical fitness training were completed long before turning eighteen.
The key points and considerations for the deathmatches have been highlighted innumerable times.
Once the first round of deathmatches ended, not many courses mandate student attendance. Within this month, what to do depends entirely on the students themselves.
After all, if you don’t take your own life seriously, no one can save you.
Correspondingly, if students have reasonable requests, as long as they speak up, the school will strive to fulfill them.
Even if someone wants to learn how to drive a tank, the administration will arrange professionals to provide meticulous teaching.
Lv Bai is quite satisfied with such a system, allowing him to arrange his time freely without wasting it in a boring classroom.
"At this point, let’s just go eat first."
...
Time passed day by day, and Lv Bai’s talent points on his personal interface gradually converted.
Though the level of talent in the real world isn’t apparently impactful, it’s not entirely ineffective.
For example, in learning combat techniques, its effect is outstanding.
Due to a simple aversion to waste, Lv Bai selected a large number of combat courses in the following days.
Of course, these combat styles are quite scientific; they can’t achieve the ridiculous action of a wave push at arm’s length.
But in terms of moves and technique essentials, there are still many valuable aspects.
He himself had some foundation, absorbing the various styles of this world, allowing mutual verification at some level.
Over time, the results were gratifying.
His breakthrough in talent facilitated easy formation of correct muscle memory, allowing inadvertent flashes of insight to identify redundant parts in numerous routines and eliminate them.
Creating his own style may not be feasible in the short term, but merely enhancing his combat ability poses no issues.
During this period, Lv Bai mainly lived between the school and Habitable City, rarely venturing to other places in the Underground City.
In a blink of an eye, more than half a month passed in this way.
...
Boom!
A loud explosive sound echoed in the arena.
Lv Bai removed the protective gear from his head and slowly exhaled a heavy breath.
"Not bad."
An elderly, thin-framed man took the protective gear from Lv Bai’s hand, casually tossed it onto a bench, smiling as he continued: "Your second-round deathmatch is tomorrow, right?"
