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

He gently tapped Mo Xin's head, a gesture that was originally unintentional but instead drew even louder boos from the audience, causing Yan Ziming's lips to twitch uncontrollably.

Doesn't that bastard Bai He intend to clarify things for herself?

"Three, two, one, start the match!"

It wasn't until the referee's voice faded that Yan Ziming suddenly realized that two more people had appeared on the field. They were two men with confident smiles on their faces, seemingly quite confident of defeating him.

"Hmph! You're so confident, you'll have to bear the consequences of my wrath!"

Yan Ziming snorted coldly, intending to vent his anger at being misunderstood by the world on them.

The smiles of her two opponents suddenly turned cold, the light distorted, and then a strange scene appeared on their bodies.

First, they increased from two to four, from four to eight, from eight to sixteen... growing at a geometric rate, quickly exceeding a thousand, forming a strange formation that surrounded them.

Thousands of figures surrounded them all at once. If they were inexperienced superhumans, they would have panicked long ago. But Yan Ziming and Mo Xin were different; they had more experience than the other two.

"If it's not a psychotic ability, then it's a superpower that can manipulate light to create refraction. As for its strength... I'd estimate it to be at the seventh rank."

Yan Ziming gave it a high evaluation, but his expression was one of disdain.

"Should you go first or should I?" Mo Xin had already started discussing who should go first.

"I'll do it. I've been playing dumb all this time, so it's necessary to use my absolute strength to salvage my reputation," Yan Ziming volunteered.

There's no other way; if I can't explain it clearly, I can only try to compensate for or offset the negative impact in other ways.

Demonstrating hard power is the best option.

The strong are respected.

This principle has never changed, whether before or after the apocalypse. The history spanning tens or hundreds of millions of years of the world has been a testament to this principle.

If she demonstrates enough strength to crush her opponents with overwhelming force, then at least some of the public's impression of her will change. There are people who adhere to the "strength first" principle, and in fact, there are quite a few of them in this apocalyptic world.

If they win, they will only think that Yan Ziming's act of molesting a girl is a natural exercise of "the power of the strong"; if they lose, they will maintain their original attitude and continue to belittle her.

Although Yan Ziming was also very unwilling to be recognized by these people.

She had already taken a step forward, ready to begin, but stopped after sensing a strange fluctuation.

"What the heck... So you had both..."

Yan Ziming scratched the back of his head and said, as if he had no other choice.

From the beginning, she judged that the person who created these illusions was either a mental or light-type ability user. She didn't expect that they both had both. One was a mental illusion ability user, and the other was a light-type ability user. It was a perfect match made in heaven.

Even with Yan Ziming's keen eyesight, he couldn't distinguish between the real and fake illusions.

Perhaps only two are real, or perhaps all of them are real, perfectly revealing this illusion under the interference of light and mind.

"Mo Xin, perhaps it's a bit late for me to ask now, but our opponent is from...?"

"They are two of the top players from the Sichuan Military Administrative Region team. One is named Wang Rui, and the other is named Xu Hong."

Mo Xin's answer made Yan Ziming's bitter expression even worse.

This is truly a case of "the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple"—it's like our own people fighting each other!

Unexpectedly, Sichuan has a profound cultural heritage. These two are probably both at the seventh level, and both are under thirty years old, truly prodigies.

I'm afraid that the seventh-tier combat power I originally intended to display might not be enough to defeat them.

Before Yan Ziming could think further, Wang Rui and Xu Hong had already made their move. Thousands of phantoms simultaneously made the gesture of supporting the sky with their hands, and countless ripples appeared in the sky. Each phantom was the origin of the ripples, interfering with each other, yet colliding with each other to become even stronger. Soon, they formed a wave that made Yan Ziming's expression change.

Moreover, there was a slight discomfort in his mind, but it was of no use to Yan Ziming, who had just begun to understand willpower.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the strange ability that had been trying to disrupt his thinking was instantly shattered.

Which one is real?!

Yan Ziming wouldn't consider such a trivial matter. His Thunder Domain erupted directly, and blue-purple lightning swept around, falling like a vast ocean. More than 90% of the illusions were shattered under the impact of the lightning.

But it was too late. The whole world seemed to have turned blood red, and even the light of countless thunderbolts could not dispel it. The piercing howls were endless.

In an instant, Yan Ziming seemed to have entered an endless purgatory, and a hint of blood red appeared in his eyes!

Moreover, something was breaking out of the ground from the superalloy surface.

boom--!

It was a giant hand brimming with power, a blood-red giant hand, a giant hand adorned with countless victory badges. Just by seeing this hand, Yan Ziming knew what it was.

Tyrant!

Following the hands is the head, roaring to the sky, with rolling sound waves sweeping out, a ferocious face, everything is extremely realistic!

Having witnessed true tyranny, Yan Ziming couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. If they were on a battlefield instead of in the arena, she would also believe it to be real.

It's a pity they couldn't even make it look more realistic.

After all, where do tyrants emerge from the ground of superalloy?

This alone reduces the realism considerably, dropping the score from a perfect 70 to 80.

The appearance of the tyrant did not bring Yan Ziming the fear that people should have felt towards it. On the contrary, he became even more courageous. He had fought and killed the tyrant several times. What was there to be afraid of?

Moreover, Yan Ziming knew that this was just an illusion, not real. Perhaps it possessed real attack power, but a fake is a fake, and it will never become real.

What is fake can never become real, and what is real can never become fake.

Once you understand this principle, everything else becomes very simple.

Break it with force!

Thousands of thunderbolts formed an ocean current, swirling around Yan Zimo and sweeping fiercely towards the enraged one who brought the fear of death!

Chapter Sixty-Two: A Desperate Gamble

With a deafening roar, like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, the tyrant was sent flying, his entire body enveloped in lightning. Upon rising, his momentum remained undiminished. He stomped on the floor, using absolute power to suppress the effects of the lightning on him.

The people in the audience naturally couldn't see the illusion. They only saw Yan Ziming aimlessly wielding lightning on the field, with Mo Xin standing behind her. Xu Hong and Wang Rui stood at the four corners of the arena, and strange fluctuations emanated from them, spreading throughout the entire arena.

However, the raging lightning provided them with a visual feast, and it was the first time the audience had witnessed Yan Zimo's formidable power.

Especially that last time, when lightning burst forth from Yan Ziming's body, it seemed as if it had actually struck something, even though it hit an empty spot on the arena. The entire arena trembled three times!

Was she really that strong?!

He's definitely on par with Yunmo, one of the Four Heavenly Kings!

Two high-level lightning-type ability users teamed up, and their attack power was terrifyingly strong; they were aiming for the ultimate attack style!

The same pairing included Mu Mu and Ye Qianxue, both high-level spatial ability users. For a time, these two pairs topped the trending searches for the Civilization Cup, even ranking first on the list, with over ten million views.

"Roar--"

The Tyrant stomped his foot on the ground, causing the super alloy ground to cave in. Using the impact, the Tyrant flew a hundred meters into the air, then clenched his fists and slammed down.

It's unwise to fight head-on; there's absolutely no need to engage in a direct confrontation.

Without the Thunder Blade in hand, it would be quite troublesome for Yan Zimo to break through its defenses. Ordinary attacks could not cause effective damage, and using Radiant Red Dust to attack a phantom that was not even a physical entity would be too wasteful. Yan Zimo simply avoided it and headed towards the place where Wang Rui and Xu Hong had been before.

"Um?!"

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind came from the right. Yan Ziming hurriedly dodged and narrowly avoided the tyrant's attack, retreating to a distance of more than 100 meters.

How can it be so fast? It's almost like teleportation!

"...I overlooked the fact that this is an illusion, not the real world."

After a moment's thought, Yan Zimo understood the reason.

Illusions cannot be measured by real-world standards; the laws of physics do not apply here.

To put it simply, the Tyrant is a product of the imagination of that person with psychic abilities. Wherever that person wants it to appear, it can appear there without any need to consider the feasibility of its movement patterns; it's no different from teleportation.

We cannot use normal thinking to speculate about the actions of this tyrant.

Xu Hong and Wang Rui could not be found anywhere, and the electromagnetic induction was also affected by the illusion and could not be activated.

The tyrant pressed on relentlessly, giving her no time to breathe.

Three major difficulties are preventing Yan Ziming from taking any further steps, and she is in a predicament... but that's not true!

Since you're hiding and refusing to come out, I'll force you to come out!

In an instant, Yan Ziming unleashed the Thunder Domain at its peak seventh-tier output power, concentrating it and sweeping forward. Each wisp of it was capable of splitting mountains and cleaving rocks. To contend with it, one would have to employ a method of equal caliber.

However, this idea was met with some obstacles, because there was not only one psychic ability user on the other side, but also a light ability user.

The light emitted by lightning is also light.

Anything that is light can be used by him.

The blue-purple lightning dimmed and lost its luster, as strands of it were drawn away from its original form and gathered into the repair of the illusion, alleviating its urgent need for energy.

Fortunately, the lightning only lost its light; its power remained undiminished, and it could still inflict great damage on its opponents.

On the other side, Wang Rui was showing signs of fatigue under Yan Ziming's overwhelming barrage of attacks and asked his partner for help.

"Brother Xu Hong, this guy is too strong! If we wait any longer, he won't be able to hold on!"

This illusion is his domain. As everyone knows, maintaining the form of a domain requires a massive amount of energy, and this applies to everyone without exception.

Moreover, it wasn't just maintaining the illusion that consumed his energy; even simulating the existence of a tyrant required energy. The higher the level of existence being simulated, the greater the concentration and mental strength required. With this constant back and forth, he was starting to feel overwhelmed.