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

Perhaps because she had used up all her bad luck in the previous battles, she never encountered a high-level opponent again in her subsequent battles. She advanced with overwhelming force and directly entered the top sixteen. The next battle will determine the top four.

Mo Xin and Mu Mu also made it into the top 16. Ye Qianxue was unlucky and ran into Mu Mu in the top 32. She simply conceded defeat and stopped in the top 32.

It's worth mentioning that although Tian Tian didn't make it into the top sixteen, she still made it into the top thirty-two. Considering she's only a little over fifteen years old, she's definitely one of the most dazzling ones among them.

In fact, when she revealed her age in a television interview, it caused quite a stir, with many supernatural beings and special government agencies extending offers to her.

Yan Ziming had no time to pay attention to any of this.

Because, among the top 32, the number of sixth-tier individuals was less than ten. When Yan Ziming entered the top 16, three of them were at the sixth tier.

All sixteen finalists are high-level players!

The sheer number of high-level ability users made Yan Ziming click his tongue in amazement, and those who could enter the top sixteen definitely possessed extraordinary abilities.

To have so many top players compete in several matches in a single day, even for Yan Ziming, who is at the eighth level, it would be extremely difficult, if not like walking on thin ice.

If he were to accidentally slip up and lose, it would be incredibly embarrassing. If he were to be defeated by someone else before even having a decisive battle with Mu Mu, Yan Ziming would never be able to hold his head up high again.

Yan Ziming decided that now that she had reached this stage, there was no need for her to hide her true strength any longer.

Faced with so many high-level opponents, she couldn't hide her strength even if she wanted to. She might as well show her full power and challenge the mountain that stood in her way with her strongest posture—Mu Mu!

The doubles competition was a bit faster than the individual competition. Yan Ziming and Mo Xin's team overcame all obstacles and successfully entered the top eight, as did Mu Mu and Ye Qianxue.

Today, the top four in the doubles competition will be decided!

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Going All Out

Yan Ziming led his team to the stadium, and they immediately became the focus of attention upon entering.

Simply because they are now one of the top eight!

Ye Qianxue and Mu Mu, Yan Zimo and Mo Xin, and Zhi Ruo Youlan, these three groups from China, all made it into the top eight, which was an unexpected result.

With so many people with superpowers participating from all over the world, China's ability to secure three of the top eight spots is already a remarkable achievement.

The remaining five seats were occupied by people from four different countries: two from the United States, and one each from Russia, the British Empire, and Japan.

To Yan Ziming's surprise, Japan actually occupied a seat.

It seems that a former developed country still has some foundation. Although it was crippled by the sea serpent at the beginning of the apocalypse, its foundation should not be underestimated.

I wonder how that ninth-tier guy who was beaten half to death on the island last time is doing.

Judging from the fact that the Japanese government is still striving to become a permanent member of the UN Security Council, it must have been saved, right?

If a ninth-tier cultivator were to die, they would certainly not let it go easily; they would definitely issue a strong condemnation in the international community. As for whether anyone would even care, that remains to be seen.

"Good luck in today's match! You're the only ones left on the Chinese team. Don't let the country down!"

The captains of the other eleven military administrative regions all offered their blessings to Yan Ziming and her team. Reaching the top eight was already an achievement, and if all three groups could advance, then China would have three of the four finalists, further enhancing China's prestige.

"Try my best...try my best..."

Yan Ziming said under immense pressure, "So many people have placed their hopes on me. I realize I have no way out."

It's not like we're competing for the championship, isn't it a bit too early to offer our blessings now? At least we can give them our blessings during the final championship match, which would greatly boost their morale.

"We will now proceed with the live draw," the host, Sun Jie, shouted from the stage. As he spoke, the giant cube-shaped screen, visible from all 360 degrees, surrounded the top center of the stadium.

With the competition progressing to this point, in order to increase the audience's enthusiasm, the organizers have officially started the on-site draw. Furthermore, only one group will compete at a time, allowing the audience to see clearly and have plenty of opportunities to watch.

The images on the screen flashed rapidly before finally settling on two sets of headshots.

"Oh ho... Interesting, such a good opportunity has been delivered to our doorstep."

Yan Ziming saw his and Mo Xin's profile pictures appear above, then glanced at their opponents, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

"Please come to the stage the Four Heavenly Kings, who have fought their way through all obstacles and made it to the top eight with the might of kings, and the group known as the source of destruction!"

Upon seeing the group assignments, Sun Jie excitedly shouted.

The quarterfinals, where the top four are decided, are bound to be anything but boring, and the first match was a clash like this, making it the perfect opening show.

"Then let's go, Mo Xin."

Yan Ziming took Mo Xin's hand and slowly walked onto the stage. Then, two of their old acquaintances came up from the other side.

"Hey, isn't this the guy I defeated before?"

Looking at Barol and the blond man beside him, Yan Ziming sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

They were all old acquaintances. Barol was a given, and the blond man next to him was the guy who had had two unpleasant experiences with Yan Ziming before.

Yan Ziming had noticed their combination early on. They were very strong. The blond man's name was Druan, a seventh-level water-attribute ability user. His strength was also at the upper level among seventh-level users.

If Yan Ziming still intended to hide her strength and fight them, she would probably have a very tough time. But now she has decided to do her best and defeat them with overwhelming force.

"We meet again, what a coincidence!"

"I speak with gentlemanly manners, but my gaze is fixed on Mo Xin with a serious expression, showing great apprehension towards her," Barol said.

Meanwhile, Druan, standing beside him, watched Yan Ziming with great interest. He had suffered a setback at her hands last time, and they hadn't really fought each other yet. Now he really wanted to get back what he had lost.

The referee's countdown had already begun, and the tense atmosphere between the two sides was incredibly palpable. As the word "start" fell, Mo Xin's entire demeanor changed.

Her entire body shimmered with brilliant lightning, and her form slowly transformed into a strange katana with an almost transparent blade, upon which blue-purple lightning flowed.

Rachel!

Mo Xin immediately transformed back into her original form—Raychi!

Mo Sheng, standing on the platform, frowned as she watched this scene. Using Raikiri in public—did she not care that her identity had been exposed?

After thinking for a moment, Mo Sheng's brows relaxed again, and she focused on watching the game.

Regardless of what outsiders thought, Barol on stage looked anxious, as if he had remembered something bad.

How familiar this scene was to him?

He was almost struck by Yan Zimo's lightning blade on the island, which became a nightmare he could never get rid of!

Since then, his strength has stagnated without any improvement, unless he can fight Yan Ziming again and overcome his inner demons, he can continue to move forward.

However, the Raikiri that the contestant named "Yunmo" is now transformed into is different from the one he saw on the island. The blade is much longer than before, more than 1.5 meters long.

But then he recalled the strange sense of familiarity he felt when he fought Mo Xin before, and a sense of unease welled up in Barol's mind.

"Are you Yan Zimo?" he asked in a deep voice.

Guess~~

Yan Ziming bent forward, lightning erupting from her feet, propelling her body at high speed, closing in on Barol and Rudean in an instant.

At the same time, just as they were about to get close, the Thunder Realm erupted, and this Thunder Realm was somewhat different from the previous ones.

It has fully and without a doubt entered the eighth level of strength.

The arena was filled with a dense mass of lightning, each bolt as thick as a human thigh, its power far exceeding anything seen before. Even Barol was finding it extremely difficult to withstand.

The super alloy ground showed signs of softening the moment the Thunder Domain erupted, and soon a layer of red molten iron was spread on the ground.

One can imagine what the stadium would have been like without the protective shield that enveloped the entire venue; it would probably have been a desolate wasteland, and the spectators would have turned to ashes.

Nevertheless, the protective shield was already on the verge of collapse, bulging like a balloon.

Fortunately, the status of the protective shield was constantly being monitored by designated personnel. After realizing that the current output power could not meet the needs of combat, the output power was increased by one level.

A muffled sound rang out, followed by an explosion even more powerful than a ballistic missile, with flashes of lightning everywhere and a violent gust of air blowing out.

Each stream of air was bluish-purple, tearing through the air and carrying immense heat, as it began its second wave of attack!

The endless thunder was like a sea of ​​lightning, crashing over and over again. There was no clean spot left on the arena; it was all ravaged by the lightning. It was hard to imagine the ferocious attack that Barol and his companion, who were being targeted by the concentrated lightning strikes, had endured.

The aura of an eighth-tier being was vast and mighty, an aura of utter ferocity and destruction, infused with the destructive power of lightning, making Yan Ziming appear like a god capable of destroying the world. A raging killing intent filled the air like a hurricane.

Chapter 79 One plus one does not equal two

Lightning is highly regarded among elemental abilities, and even has the potential to become the strongest elemental ability, because it possesses unparalleled destructive power compared to other abilities.

When any path reaches a certain point, its behavior will inevitably be extremely terrifying, and its destructive power will be even more so. The extreme destruction will force even the strongest person to temporarily retreat.

That's the case with Barol; he's currently being almost completely dominated by Yan Zimo.

Even though there were two people on their side and only Yan Ziming on the other side, Yan Ziming managed to suppress them to some extent by virtue of the power of his domain.

The steel forest had barely taken shape when it was cleaved into molten iron by the relentless barrage of lightning. Barol suffered a severe loss in terms of domain, and his energy was rapidly depleting.

However, an eighth-tier talent is not so easy to deal with. Barol roared and his body suddenly expanded, forming a steel giant more than thirty meters tall. His body was wrapped in a hazy gray light, preventing the lightning from invading further.

"So you're finally going to show your true skills?"

Barol stared at the trembling, godlike figure on the other side of the lightning, his iron fist clenching and unclenching.

Yan Ziming is becoming more and more courageous in battle, his attack power is getting stronger and stronger, and his momentum is constantly rising. If this continues, it will be fatal for them!

This momentum must be stopped, even if it comes at a cost!

The steel giant took a step forward and stomped hard on the ground, causing the entire arena to tremble three times. An extremely terrifying roar spread throughout the arena, and Yan Ziming, who was standing on the arena, was directly thrown into the air by this shock force, losing control of his body.

"drink--!!!"

The next moment, the steel giant's right hand transformed into a giant hammer, his right knee bent forward, and his body leaned back sharply, making a parabolic motion.