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

"That's enough, Mo Xin. Just admit defeat. You'll only hurt yourself by continuing like this."

Yan Ziming called out in his mind that this kind of corrosiveness was irreversible. Once the spirituality was gone, it was gone forever. Unless Mo Xin had another treasure like the Ruther's Cane to consume, it could not be made up for.

Having received Yan Ziming's order, Mo Xin, despite wanting to give it another shot, chose to obey and had no choice but to admit defeat.

As she stepped off the ring, she glanced at Fia out of the corner of her eye and noticed that Fia's breathing was also somewhat rapid; clearly, her victory had not been easy.

Having achieved her goal, Mo Xin no longer felt frustrated, and her gloomy mood vanished.

Next up was the fourth group's competition, where Yan Ziming's old flame...partner Mandala was also in it, attracting Yan Ziming's attention.

Chapter 92 State Cancellation

After Mo Xin conceded defeat, the next match was between Mo Xin and You Lan, and between Fia and Su Zhengyu. The result was not surprising, with both You Lan and Su Zhengyu forfeiting, and Fia ultimately securing a spot in the top four.

"Mo Xin, are you alright?"

After finishing her competition and arriving at the waiting area, Mo Xin climbed onto Yan Ziming's back and clung to her tightly, wanting to return to her little girl size. However, remembering that they were still outside, she gave up and instead hugged Yan Ziming from behind with her feet on the ground, seemingly feeling resentful about her defeat.

"Mo Xin, my little sister?" Ye Qianxue asked worriedly, stroking her back.

"I'm fine, Sister Qianxue..."

“Wooha——”

Hearing this address again after a few days, Ye Qianxue knelt down as if she had been shot, staggering backward and falling into Mu Mu's arms.

"You're such a grown-up, why don't you have any sense of decency..." Yan Ziming said, rubbing his forehead, then patted Mo Xin's head. "Alright, Mu Mu and I will avenge you during the finals, so just watch."

"Ah."

Mo Xin released her grip on Yan Zimo's neck and nodded with a broad smile.

Mu Mu suddenly asked Yan Ziming, "What do you think of this Fia?"

"Hmm... I don't know how strong she is, but she's at least stronger than Barol. Without a doubt, she's carved out her own path. No one like her is easy to deal with."

Yan Ziming pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Is it just that you find it troublesome?" Mu Mu asked with a smile.

"Yes, it's just tricky, as long as she hasn't used any other tricks yet."

Yan Ziming and Mu Mu exchanged a smile, both seeing the relief in each other's eyes.

"And you? What do you think of her?" Yan Ziming asked in return.

"If you're only at her level, according to the bet, you can expect to be toyed with by me for the rest of your life!"

Mu Mu spoke with an air of superiority, his eyes looking down on the world. Although his words made Yan Ziming's face darken immediately, the meaning he expressed was very clear.

—Fia is no match for her!

In other words, she believed that her chances of winning were 100%, and there was absolutely no possibility of her losing!

Even Yan Ziming wouldn't dare say he was guaranteed to win. He considered Fia troublesome because he wasn't absolutely confident he could defeat her.

After all, Fia is an eighth-tier cultivator. When facing someone of the same tier, especially one who has forged their own path, not many people can be confident of a guaranteed victory.

God knows what other hidden tricks she might have up her sleeve!

Actually, Yan Ziming also has hidden methods, but he really doesn't want to use them unless absolutely necessary.

According to Yan Ziming's estimation, without using special methods, relying solely on the skills he has currently demonstrated, his chances of winning against Fia are around 70%.

In fact, Yan Ziming felt that having a 70% win rate was already being very modest; the actual win rate was at least around 80%.

Her lightning quality is far superior to that of ordinary ability users. Not to mention anything else, the sea serpent crystal core she absorbed earlier has greatly improved the quality of her lightning, directly resulting in her energy reserves being much greater than those of people of the same level, and her power being much higher.

Furthermore, her comprehension of willpower was a qualitative leap, making her virtually unbeatable among those of the same level.

"Please invite the contestants from the fourth group to come up to the stage."

Just as Yan Ziming was pondering how to win against Fia, the broadcast brought her back to reality.

Following the conclusion of the third group, the fourth group's competition is about to begin, and it is a group that Yan Ziming needs to pay close attention to.

Since Mandala can partner with Fia, who is at the eighth rank, is his strength at the same level as hers?

Yan Ziming thought this was very likely, and if so, then the qualifying spots for the fourth group had already been decided.

As the competition progressed, the audience's enthusiasm waned considerably. The performances of the first three groups had been a pleasant surprise, but their enthusiasm for the fourth group was not particularly high.

If we're talking about which group of matches in the Round of 16 would be the most peaceful in determining the top four, then it would be Group 4.

On the surface, the fourth group of participants appears to be the most mediocre, at least compared to the other three groups. After all, they are all four seventh-tier members, but the glory has been taken by the other three groups.

After all, the people in the other three groups were too abnormal. Leaving aside the first two groups, according to everyone's expectations, Mo Xin should have qualified for the third group. However, a dark horse emerged and won with an absolute advantage of the eighth rank.

Only the fourth group was left for the remaining contestants.

Someone said with a smile, "This is the only 'pure land' that has not been contaminated by the eighth rank, and the top four of the seventh rank were born in this group."

However, reality slapped them hard in the face.

A burst of purple lightning shattered their dreams, slamming the dignity of the seventh-tier contestants to the ground, and then stomping on them several times until they were reduced to shards of glass.

That patch of purple light belonged to a member of the United States team, dressed in a tight-fitting combat suit that revealed her alluring curves, and who had demonstrated impressive strength in previous matches.

But no matter how impressive her previous strength was, it was still within the seventh rank!

Who is this person standing on the stage now?

The purple lightning that tore through the clouds was undoubtedly of eighth-order strength. No one in the fourth group could withstand a single blow from her, and she achieved a final victory with overwhelming force.

Her name is—Mandala!

"I guessed right, she is indeed at the eighth rank."

Excitement gleamed in Yan Ziming's eyes. She wasn't that excited about an eighth-tier expert; what she cared about was their shared identity as lightning ability users.

She had never fought against a lightning-type ability user of the same level as herself, because there were very few high-level lightning-type ability users, and there were only a handful known so far. Fighting any one of them would be an invaluable experience.

"The game is over for today, let's go back now."

Having learned everything he wanted to know, Yan Ziming needs to go back to recuperate. Tomorrow's match will undoubtedly be a fierce battle.

However, Yan Zimo still had one question.

Why......

The top four are all girls?

Could it be that the "unprecedented prosperity" that Xian'er foresaw was an era of yin dominating yang?

This issue is extremely perplexing even to high-ranking officials in many other countries, and some have even held special meetings to discuss it. It might even escalate into a new storm.

......

The Presidential Suite at the Vena Hotel.

"Get some rest, or don't try to cheat if you lose tomorrow."

Mu Mu gave Yan Ziming some instructions, but Yan Ziming was in an awkward situation. She pointed to the dark purple stripes on her legs that emitted a black light and smiled wryly:

Do I look like someone who can get a proper rest?

"...Why don't you ask your sister to solve it?"

"Come on, I've been working out tonight, so I definitely won't be in top form tomorrow. If I want to offset that disadvantage, I'll just make sure you're not in good form either!" Yan Ziming said matter-of-factly.

"How can your mind be so dark..."

Mu Mu said with a strange expression, "But if Xiao Momo is willing to take the initiative to be intimate with her, I won't refuse, unless I've lost my mind."

"Hehe, how can you call it a dark mind? This is called reverse thinking."

"Let's make this clear first, you're the one being pinned down." Mu Mu had already undressed, and in doing so, she also stripped Yan Ziming naked.

"Based on strength!"

Before Mu Mu could even make a move, Yan Ziming pounced on her. The fierce battle that was supposed to take place tomorrow was unfolding prematurely on the hotel bed in a different way...

Chapter Ninety-Three: Before the Finals

Early the next morning.

Drip, drip, drip—

The moment the dreaded alarm clock rang, Yan Ziming stretched out her fair, jade-like arm from under the silk quilt and slapped it down, stopping the alarm clock abruptly. Now that she had some peace and quiet, Yan Ziming turned over again and went back to sleep.

Thirty minutes later...

Yan Ziming suddenly opened his eyes, his sleepiness almost gone. He slowly sat up and saw the messy bed.

As she moved, the thin silk quilt slipped off her snow-white shoulders, revealing her alluring curves: delicate collarbones, firm and full breasts, a smooth, flat abdomen without an ounce of fat, and a clearly visible navel.

At this moment, all she had was a blanket to cover her lower body. Her plump, straight, and slender legs were hidden under the blanket, while her jade-like feet were exposed to the air. Her ten delicate toes, like pearls, were slightly curled, and the beautiful arches of her feet and every inch of her smooth skin were enough to drive anyone crazy!

“Onee-sama…?”

Influenced by Yan Ziming's actions, Ye Qianxue stood up with a slightly confused expression and asked, her soft and sweet voice melting Yan Ziming's bones, her fair and jade-like naked body exposed.

For a fleeting moment, Yan Ziming was almost blinded by the dazzling whiteness of her skin.