My ability pool is superior to others

Looking at the master who acted as if it was a matter of course, Lu Bai suddenly laughed.

He walked up to the Lord, and because he stood close enough, he even felt a little superior.

"You said a lot of gibberish, which only proves that you don't have any fighting ability, right?"

The Lord's expression became visibly stiff. He took the initiative to return to his seat and sit down, in order to show that he was calm and fearless. He never thought that Lu Bai would not care about the occasion at all and come to such a close distance to talk to him.

If he stood up again just after sitting down, it would seem that he was frightened by Lu Bai, and his aura would be gone.

It would be even more ridiculous if he just looked up at Lu Bai instead of standing up.

The host was in a dilemma for a while, and finally chose to shift his gaze to the plate in front of him, forcing himself not to look at Lu Bai, barely maintaining the last bit of decency.

"You're not going to talk anymore?"

Lu Bai looked down at this so-called master and felt a little amused.

In fact, he deliberately moved so close, and his words were rarely arrogant, mostly to lure the master to take action.

He said that he had no fighting ability, but the opponent could easily twist a person's head off, which meant he was by no means without fighting ability. At most, his strength still needed to be discussed.

And the Lord obviously couldn't stand Lu Bai's attitude.

But the more unscrupulous Lu Bai acted, the more the master dared not to act rashly.

The reason is that he has never seen such a confident human being in real life.

Either he is a brainless fool, or he is truly fearless.

The master thought that Lu Bai was most likely the former, but he didn't dare to bet.

He hoped to live longer, at least to understand more about Lu Bai's situation and personality.

To be honest, they entered the death arena as clones and often met outstanding humans who looked down on them in the death arena, and they could do nothing about it.

But these so-called lords don't care, because they all know that it is just a death fight.

After all, as long as the number of people in a group is large enough, there will always be some incomprehensible and extraordinary people. Only such people can make the group take a big leap forward.

When two different ethnic groups are in conflict, only this kind of person can support the backbone of an ethnic group.

However, the premise of all this is that the gap between the two ethnic groups cannot be too large.

It is just like the Shu Han after Liu Bei entrusted his son to the care of Cao Wei, fighting against Cao Wei. Faced with numerous internal risks, it was still a one-mine battle against nine mines. Even the prime minister who was praised as the embodiment of eternal wisdom was still powerless to save the situation.

The gap between humans and the tribe the Lord belongs to is even more exaggerated than one mine versus nine mines.

The generation gap in technology is so huge that it is despairing and it cannot be reversed by just one or two geniuses.

Not to mention under strict supervision, such people will be strangled prematurely before they have even had time to grow.

"Since you don't say anything, I'll ask."

Relying on the existence of [Steel Body], Lu Bai reached out and touched the head of this Lord without any scruples, not worrying at all that the other party would take the opportunity to attack him: "I have a lot of questions to ask you."

The leaders of the settlements present all stared blankly at everything that happened during this period.

Lu Bai's attitude of treating the Lord like a pet made them recall the mystery and depth that the Lord had shown in the past, and they inevitably felt a great absurdity.

How can the Lord tolerate someone shitting on his head?
Is this a test of their loyalty?

Some of the leaders of the settlements could not help but have such thoughts. In pursuit of a better life, a bearded leader of the settlement gritted his teeth and shouted, "Damn Lin! What the hell are you doing?!"

No matter how much they cursed, no one in charge of the settlement dared to attack Lu Bai personally. After the middle-aged man with a beard finished cursing, he gave his younger brother a look, signaling him to go up and deal with it quickly.

After all, although Lu Bai's aura seemed quite terrifying due to those titles, he did not show any superior power and seemed to be just like an ordinary person.

"Who brought you here? You want to die, right?!"

The two younger brothers were unsure, but they were not too scared.

While cursing, he walked towards Lu Bai.

"See? This is the bad nature of your race."

The choice made by the leader of the settlement finally gave the Lord an outlet for his frustration.

To be honest, he didn't think these people could pose a threat to Lu Bai. He just felt that this incident could help him regain some of the initiative.

However, to his surprise, Lu Bai didn't even turn his head, but just raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The invisible air currents in the air transformed into two sharp wind blades.

In a flash, two heads were thrown onto the ceiling of the restaurant and then fell heavily to the ground.

Blood spurted out from the smooth cross-section of the neck, leaving a radiating scarlet pattern on the dining table.

Seeing this scene, everyone present, whether they were the leaders of the settlement or the younger brothers brought by those leaders, all gasped.

They had considered the possibility that Lu Bai would take action, but they never expected it to be so nonchalant.

"Death Fighter?"

"And he's a Death Fighter who has retained his abilities?!"

They are also human beings and can enter the death arena.

However, compared to the underground shelters, these ground settlements have a sparse population, so there are very few Death Fighters who can use their abilities in the real world.

Even if there are such elites, they will soon be recruited away by the Lord.

"You don't think I'm some saint, do you?"

After doing all this, the smile on Lu Bai's face did not change at all.

Against the backdrop of two human-shaped blood fountains behind him, this harmless smile instead gave the onlookers a chilling sense of separation.

"Okay, now that it's quiet, let me ask you."

Lu Bai hesitated for half a second and continued, "First question, what is the name of your race?"

The Lord's heart was shaken violently, and he forced himself to remain silent.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it. It's just a name anyway. I'll just call you clones."

Lu Bai seemed easy to talk to and did not take action just because the other party was silent.

"Then, the second question is, the deathmatch system shouldn't belong to you, right? At least you clones can't control it, and you can't even enter the deathmatch arena without putting on a human shell. Am I right?"

The Lord still chose to remain silent.

Seeing this, Lu Bai's smile became brighter: "Sometimes no answer is also an answer. It seems that I guessed right."

There was a subtle solemnity in the Lord's eyes. (End of this chapter)