I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Knowing what Mu Mu meant by 'winning,' Yan Ziming smiled again: "You're right, as long as we eliminate the others who want to be the fishermen, we'll win."

"Only if those two brats are willing to do it!"

Mo Xin, fearless of death, rushed forward on the stage, unarmed, ready to engage in close combat with a man who was 1.9 meters tall!

"Little sister Mo Xin!"

Ye Qianxue exclaimed in surprise, releasing her own domain, which covered a 200-meter radius around her, including Barol.

His metallic body, with a density comparable to diamonds, was deformed by the rotation of this realm, and the unparalleled and terrifying pulling force almost tore his body to shreds!

Even more terrifying, he felt his body collapsing inside!

"Another realm of the highest quality!"

Barol was secretly surprised. He hadn't fought Ye Qianxue on the island last time, so he couldn't recognize her through the special nature of the realm. He just thought to himself, "When did China produce so many geniuses? Another high-level spatial ability user has appeared? This is the third one already!"

"What are you thinking about? Focus on dealing with me!" Mo Xin's hand chopped down again, aiming for his neck.

Barol felt a shiver run through his steel-skinned body and knew something was wrong. His body was pulled by the World Destruction and he was unable to move as if he were sinking into a quagmire. He instinctively raised his hand to block it and then forcibly twisted his body to retreat. He heard the sound of his steel limbs falling to the ground. His entire hand had been severed.

The cut surface is as smooth as a mirror, with a flowing orange-red glow, and the temperature there reaches tens of thousands of degrees Celsius!

“This scene is so familiar…” Barol frowned. Yan Zimo had also pretended to clash with him with a hand chop before, but actually summoned Raikiri to cut off his hand the moment they made contact. Mo Xin’s current behavior was exactly the same.

However, she really did almost chop herself in half with just a hand chop!

What the hell is she?!

The rules of the competition forbade the use of weapons, and Mo Xin clearly did not violate this ironclad rule.

How did she manage to do that?!

"Sorry, I'll take it~" The arm that fell to the ground was shattered by Ye Qianxue's domain and fell into an unknown space. Barol felt that a part of his body had completely lost its connection.

"You, you..."

Barrol was furious. He slammed his severed arm onto the ring, where it quickly regenerated, but his performance was bound to be off, since it wasn't his original body.

He slammed his fists into the ground, and the ground seemed to come alive, churning up a 'wave' of steel, as if it wanted to crush everything it touched, sweeping over with immense force!

"Mo Xin, don't move!" Ye Qianxue hugged Mo Xin, and the space where they stood exploded. The two of them disappeared from the coverage of the 'waves' and appeared in mid-air.

At this moment, the hard work and dedication on stage raised the atmosphere in the audience to its most enthusiastic level since the start of the show!

Chapter Thirty-Five Restrictions

The host was speaking eloquently, and all eyes were focused on Group 36, with no one looking at the other groups.

I wonder what their expressions will be when they find that no one is cheering for them after the game is over?

on the rostrum.

"Your country has so many promising talents, would you be interested in giving us a few?" Hyde said jokingly.

Mo Sheng smiled and said, "You're joking. No one can have too many good talents. We're not as generous as you think."

At this point, there's already a hint of a warning in the tone.

She had clearly sensed a natural killing intent emanating from Hyde. What kind of wicked thoughts was he harboring? She couldn't let it go unwarranted without giving him a warning.

"Sigh... Surely China won't want to dominate the world in the future?" Ransek said, his eyes narrowed, his words dripping with malice.

"You're overthinking it. We won't let some countries that are gradually declining follow the same path of failure. Reclaiming our territory, achieving peace and prosperity, and eradicating mutated species are our greatest wishes right now."

Such words of flattery were absolutely unacceptable to Mo Sheng, who naturally brushed them off.

What are these two old folks trying to ask after all this talk?

"By the way, didn't your country's Yan Ziming participate in the competition? She's a big favorite, it's such a pity she didn't come."

"If she comes, I believe she will definitely win the championship!"

Mo Sheng was speaking from the heart. With Yan Ziming's strength, he would at least be in the top three. The championship would most likely go to Mu Mu. In any case, China would be the one to benefit the most.

"Champion...so confident. Who doesn't have someone who has the potential to win?" Hyde thought to himself with a sneer.

As the dominant power on Earth, it would be unreasonable for the United States not to have a single genius with superpowers who can rival people like Yan Ziming or Mu Mu.

Yes, they definitely exist, they've just been kept hidden. Now is the time for them to shine.

"That customary event two days from now, I'm sure your China won't be absent, will it?"

After mentally calculating how far the United States forces could advance, Hyde asked with a smile.

Mo Sheng's expression remained unchanged: "That depends on what good stuff you can come up with. Don't bring out anything that's just to fool people, like you have in the past."

"Hehe... I won't let you down. I hope you can come up with something that matches it."

"Then I'll wait and see."

After a moment of silence, Mo Sheng suddenly asked:

"Do you know that man named Barrol in the United States?"

"I don't know him. He's a superhuman from the common people. I didn't expect him to have the strength of the eighth level at this age."

Hyde answered with a slightly surprised tone, and Mo Sheng frowned slightly. Did they really know nothing?

Ghost letter!

Only the depraved would choose to associate with the devil. In her eyes, the United States was no different from the depraved, a den of snakes and rats, and they probably had some secret connections!

Mo Sheng's guess was correct. The United States' high-ranking officials did indeed cooperate with an organization called "The Singer" once, but that was the only time, and they could not be found again afterward.

Hyde had never met Barol, so his statement that he didn't know Barol was heartfelt.

"How things will unfold... even I, an old man, am curious..." Hyde stood up, opened the door, and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Ransink asked.

"Go to the nearest place to watch it. It just doesn't feel as immersive as it does here. It's so boring."

"The closest place?" Mo Sheng's eyes darted around. If you were to ask where on the field was closest to the competition venue, besides the referee's position, it would only be the host's position.

The referees were chosen by both sides beforehand. Each group had four referees, one from China and one from the United States, to prevent any bias. If Hyde were to go to the referee's seat, it would break the rules, and he wouldn't do that.

"Be a host? I'd love to do it too." Mo Sheng became interested. Now that she had this opportunity, there was no reason not to seize it.

Afterwards, only Ranssenk remained in the room watching the match, occasionally tapping the arm of his chair with his right index finger, seemingly lost in thought.

Off the court.

"Qianye tore open a spatial rift and helped Yunmo escape this attack. Where are they now?"

The host's passionate commentary captivated the audience, and the enthusiastic cheers have been nonstop since the beginning.

Unfortunately, Sun Jie regrets not being a superhuman, otherwise he could have provided the audience with a more detailed and comprehensive explanation.

"Oh—Chiya has emerged from mid-air again with her teammates! They've launched an attack on Barol... Huh?"

Sun Jie's tone suddenly changed at the end, but quickly returned to normal:

"From now on, I will be in charge of providing commentary on the live broadcast. If there is anything you don't understand, we can have the two Your Majesties explain it to you."

Some of the shots shifted to the host's stage, showing Hyde and Mo Sheng.

"Then without further ado, I'd like to ask a question first: who do you two think will win?"

“Without any more trump cards, there’s no doubt that Barrol will win, but he will also pay a heavy price. He’s a force to be reckoned with!” Hyde commented.

Mo Sheng changed the subject: "That's true, but the rules for winning in the elimination rounds aren't calculated that way. You don't necessarily have to defeat your opponent; eliminating enough people is enough, which is something they can easily do."

With two ninth-tier powerhouses approaching the public at such close range, the atmosphere was elevated to a whole new level, and the crowd gained a greater appreciation for the Civilization Cup.

—So familiar, so very familiar...

Barol dodged Mo Xin's slash, nearly splitting the alloy-made arena in two. Molten iron flowed through the crack, a terrifying sight.

This feeling was all too familiar, but he just couldn't figure out the key.

After all, the fact that he was fighting a weapon was unbelievable, even more incredible than a sequence-level mutated species dropping a crystal core.

If you play for a little longer, you'll know for sure!

Barol's gaze hardened, and he launched an even more ferocious attack, determined to force Mo Xin to reveal all her abilities and discover her identity!

"What should I do, Mo Xin? No matter what I do, I can't kill him!"

Ye Qianxue appeared beside Mo Xin, and no matter how many times he was broken up, he could always reform, making it impossible to cause any real damage. She was too troublesome.

Unless... he takes the opportunity to cut off his head and banishes it to the boundless void, he might not die completely.

However, this violates the rules of the game—it is wrong to intentionally kill or injure an opponent.

"I might be in a bit of trouble..." Mo Xin's body flickered slightly, barely noticeable, and even Ye Qianxue, who was very close to her, barely noticed it.

"Mo Xin, what's wrong with you—?!" Ye Qianxue didn't finish her sentence. She couldn't panic now; it would be troublesome if her opponent found out.

"There's not much time to explain. Let's kick those onlookers out of here first! I'll hold off Barol for now."

"Mm!" Ye Qianxue nodded emphatically, standing still and waiting for an opportunity to strike. She wanted to catch the other party off guard.

With the same imposing manner as before, Mo Xin pointed her finger, and the air itself made a piercing sound as it landed on the five-layer barrier that Baror had created using a super alloy arena. After breaking through four layers, it completely dissipated.

"A meaningless attack, what is she trying to do?" Barol wondered. Mo Xin's attack was a complete waste of energy. Unless she had some purpose, she would not usually do such a thing.