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

After the meeting began, the veteran politicians from China, who had been actively speaking, insisted on matters of principle and refused to compromise. In fact, this condition was already a huge concession; it was just that the United States was being aggressive.

Unlike previous times, after the Chinese side spoke, the meeting room fell silent for several seconds as everyone waited for the oil tycoons to give their opinions.

After a silence of more than ten seconds, the other politicians, who had not yet received a reply from those individuals, began to speak, and the discussion proceeded smoothly to an extent that the Chinese representatives could hardly believe.

After the Lofiel conglomerate, to which Mandala belongs, intervened, the effect was obvious. Before long, all matters were settled. After the two parties exchanged technologies in secret locations and confirmed that everything was correct, they left separately.

Now that he has some free time, Yan Ziming is starting to prepare for tomorrow's individual battle!

The top four have been decided!

There's one place I need to modify.

The last chapter ended with the top four, not the top eight. The author must have lost their mind writing until 4 AM last night.

Chapter 85 Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road

After nearly ten days of competition, the Civilization Cup is drawing to a close. The next match in the doubles will determine the champion, while the individual competition will determine the top four.

Because the individual competition process is much more complicated than the doubles competition, and in order to continuously increase the audience's enthusiasm, the organizers set up a three-day cycle, with two consecutive days for the individual competition and one day for the doubles competition, so that neither side would finish too early.

Today's match will provide the key to the finals. Only the top four will be qualified to compete for the first place. The audience's attention was almost entirely drawn to the sixteen figures on the field.

Among the current top sixteen, the most eye-catching is Mu Mu, known as the uncrowned king, followed by Yan Ziming and Balor, and then a group of seventh-tier powerhouses led by Mo Xin.

However, Barol didn't look too good, and his steps seemed a bit unsteady.

It seems that he was really badly beaten by Yan Ziming in yesterday's doubles match, and the injury was so severe that he can't fully recover in just one day.

In addition, Druan is also among the top sixteen. Yan Ziming and the others have already discussed it privately. If any of them encounters either of these two guys, they will beat them to a pulp!

However, it is worth noting not only Barol and his group, but also the representatives from other national teams, as well as the civilian superhumans who make up nearly one-third of the total number of the top sixteen.

Yan Ziming is particularly interested in Mandala and her partner in the doubles competition.

After observing her for a while, Yan Ziming finally realized who she was. It was the maid he had met at Mandala who was known for her insubordination—Fia.

Both of them also performed exceptionally well in the individual competitions, sweeping through the competition with overwhelming force. Mandala's lightning and Fia's whirlwinds are formidable opponents.

In addition, Youlan was also among the top 16 in the individual competition.

She only forfeited the doubles competition. She didn't need to reveal her special ability in the individual competition, so she could participate with peace of mind. With her seventh-level ice-type ability, she made it to the top sixteen through her own hard power, without any luck involved.

As the match time approached, the stands were already packed with people, waiting for the moment the match would begin.

"Senior Zimo, you guys have to keep it up! You'll definitely make it into the top four!"

Youlan put her hands behind her back and said with a smile.

Yan Ziming said, "What are you saying? We both need to keep going, okay? I won't hold back when I meet you, so be prepared to admit defeat right away!"

"Hmm..." Youlan shook her head: "I know that seventh-tier players are just at the bottom of today's competition; only eighth-tier players have a chance to stand out..."

Although Youlan's expression wasn't particularly pessimistic, what she said was the absolute truth.

How easy is it for a seventh-tier rank to compete with an eighth-tier rank?

The round of 16 will still be played in a round-robin format with four people per group, for a total of four groups, with only one person advancing from each group.

Currently, the known eighth-tier members are Yan Ziming, Mu Mu, and Balor. If each of them is assigned to a different group, then the top four spots will be indirectly determined by three of them.

After all, the domain technique of an eighth-tier expert is completely unified, with the power comparable to a strike from a ninth-tier expert. No matter what, a seventh-tier expert cannot withstand it. They would be defeated without a doubt after just one strike.

Of course, there is also the possibility that all three Tier 8 players will draw the same group. Both possibilities are the worst possible outcomes; it just depends on who benefits.

“You’re wrong. Look at Mo Xin. Even if she were to face Barol, her chances of winning would be very high! You don’t need to underestimate yourself.”

Yan Ziming gave a slight reprimand.

However, she also understood that the hope was extremely slim. Throughout the history of superhumans, there had never been an example of a sixth-tier being defeating a seventh-tier being, nor a seventh-tier being defeating an eighth-tier being.

Mo Xin's uniqueness is something no one can replicate; she said this only to prevent You Lan from losing her fighting spirit.

[It all depends on luck!] Yan Ziming sighed inwardly.

The group assignments are purely based on luck. Whether a seventh-tier participant has a chance to stand out depends entirely on whether an eighth-tier powerhouse will be grouped with them. It's just too tragic.

Great waves sift through the sands!

Who could have imagined that a single Civilization Cup would bring out so many strange and unorthodox figures? To the point that even the seventh-tier, which should have been the center of attention, was relegated to a supporting role.

"We will now begin the group drawing."

Hyde's deep voice echoed in the stadium. Mo Sheng and Lansenke sat beside him. Mo Sheng's gaze briefly met Yan Zimo's, conveying the message of "Go for it!" before looking away.

With a low shout from Hyde, the images on the four large screens above the stadium began to flicker. This continued for more than ten seconds, until the hearts of the entire audience were at their highest point, before suddenly stopping.

After the group assignments were announced, the seventh-level participants could secretly rejoice.

The first group included Yan Ziming and Balor, while Mu Mu stood out in the second group. Mo Xin, You Lan, and Fia were in the third group. The fourth group had no Chinese members; all the members were from other countries, including Manchaluo.

Even though this isn't the best outcome, it's still good news for the other participants, meaning there are two open spots for them to compete for, instead of all being taken by eighth-tier powerhouses.

"It's true what they say, enemies are destined to meet!" Yan Ziming looked at Barol in his group and even felt a little amused.

It was his bad luck to run into him. Yan Ziming didn't believe that his injuries from yesterday had recovered. Fighting him again would undoubtedly be much easier.

Since he was stopped when the top four were decided in the doubles competition, Yan Ziming doesn't mind defeating him in the individual competition as well, making him truly devastated!

In contrast, Barol looked as if he had swallowed a fly, and one with excrement on it, and the excrement was poisonous, making his face turn black and purple. He was not optimistic about his group assignment.

How did I run into this jinx again!

Is it possible to fulfill the divine decree?!

Barol roared inwardly. No one would be happy to encounter Yan Zimo during the competition. He was a super strong person who had caused a great disturbance yesterday and was showing signs of catching up with Mu Mu.

Because that final strike was simply too powerful. Although it relied on Mo Xin's might, its power was truly terrifying. Just one glance at it made one feel that it was invincible.

With the group assignments clarified, the opponents for the first round were also decided, and Yan Ziming's smile widened upon seeing who would face off in the first match.

"Please invite the first group of contestants to come up to the stage."

The broadcast was already calling out to the first group of people. In the very center of the stadium was a huge rectangular arena with sides stretching for a kilometer.

This was specifically designed for the final battle, to give the contestants more room to fight and to bring the audience a more exciting battle.

"I'll take the first step."

"Go, big sister! You have to beat him to a pulp!" Ye Qianxue waved her little hand excitedly, saying words that didn't match her sweet appearance.

"Qianxue, you should speak more like a lady..." Tiantian said, her lips twitching. Ye Qianxue's words were too damaging to her image.

Yan Ziming stepped onto the ring, while her opponent, Barol, had been standing on the ring for some time.

It's impossible to concede defeat and conserve strength for the next match, because this round-robin tournament only selects the top player in each group; losing a single match means elimination.

Barol gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and decided to fight!

Even if we can't win, we should at least reduce Yan Ziming's remaining strength as much as possible. It would be even better if we could prevent her from advancing!

"I refuse to believe that you can win so easily without that knife!"

Chapter 86 Shock and Deterrence

"Three, two, one, start!"

The match has already started, but neither side has moved.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Ziming asked, puzzled, when he saw Barol suddenly grinning maliciously.

[Tsk, even with that smile, he's still so handsome... If I can't kill him, I might as well ruin his face...]

Let me reiterate, Yan Ziming dislikes good-looking men.

This is similar to the mentality of resenting the rich; if you can't have something, you wish that the person who has it would also lose it like you did.

Moreover, since Barol was an enemy of his, Yan Zimo felt no psychological pressure in doing such a thing.

"I'm wondering, without your partner, can you still launch an attack like yesterday?"

Barol grinned maliciously. Without Mo Xin's threat, his chances of winning weren't zero; he still had a chance to fulfill the deity's will.

But the next moment, his smile vanished.

Because he saw a strange blue-purple spear suddenly appear beside Yan Ziming, its tip gleaming, giving his skin an extremely strong tremor.

The process was quick. Barol only felt a flash of light before his eyes, and then darkness. Yan Ziming had produced a long spear in his hand, with occasional bursts of lightning emanating from it, its power terrifying.

Furthermore, as Yan Ziming's fighting spirit soared, the color of the spear gradually turned from the tip to a dark gold. When the entire spear turned dark gold, the pulsating lightning disappeared, becoming completely internalized and appearing more ordinary, yet it posed an even greater threat to Barol.

The will that pierced through heaven and earth was concentrated on the tip of the spear. Where the spear tip pointed, it seemed that even space could not withstand this will that pierced through heaven and earth, and a black hole the size of a grain of sand appeared. A mysterious energy continuously annihilated the spatial energy, making it impossible for it to heal.

Barol's eyes widened in horror. Even though everything happened so fast, his eighth-level eyesight allowed him to see it all very clearly.

He saw Yan Ziming first release a lightning domain, which shrank back before it spread more than ten meters away, turning into the weapon it is now.

This spear was clearly formed from Yan Ziming's domain!

Is this the true form of her domain technique? Then what was that yesterday? A normal attack?!

Of course not, that would be too incredible, and the reason is simple.