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

The referee was stumped. Upon closer inspection, he realized that she was also one of the top four contestants and Fia's partner. He believed that she wouldn't do anything to harm her.

Mandala quickly took Fia to the waiting area inside the United States for treatment, where a high-ranking healer belonging to the Lofeel conglomerate was located, where Fia could receive the best treatment.

After doing all this, she discovered that Mu Mu had already left the stage, and someone else was waiting on it instead.

"Is your little maid alright? Do you need some time to calm down?"

Yan Ziming crossed his arms and inquired about Fia's injuries.

"The situation is still relatively optimistic..."

Mandala said calmly, "It seems the person is alright, which puts Yan Ziming at ease."

"Don't get distracted during the battle later. Your little maid must really want you to win."

"You don't need to tell me, I came here with the goal of defeating you!"

Even before it started, sparks flew on the field, and an epic battle was about to erupt.

Sure enough, he'll still be a little angry, right?

Yan Ziming sighed helplessly in his heart. If someone he cared about were injured like that, it would be impossible not to be angry, even if Fia's injuries were not directly caused by Mu Mu.

Chapter Ninety-Six: Lightning

The atmosphere froze at that moment. Because of the mask, Yan Zimo could not tell what kind of expression Mandala had.

Words are useless; let's settle this with fists and kicks!

After Yan Ziming figured it out, he was no longer so conflicted and focused on the upcoming battle.

"Three, two, one, start!"

As if they had planned it in advance, Yan Ziming and Mandala both released their domains, and blue-purple and purple lightning clashed fiercely.

The entire arena was filled with surging lightning, which intertwined and engulfed the figures of the two. The crackling of the lightning was like the roar of an angry dragon, so lifelike.

However, this was not a hallucination; there really was an angry dragon roaring.

Within the purple realm, a purple thunder dragon appeared, its gaze majestic. With a flap of its wings, purple lightning would surge suddenly, firmly resisting the invasion of blue-purple lightning.

In terms of quality, the mandala is undoubtedly slightly inferior, often requiring two to three purple lightning bolts to disperse a single blue-purple lightning bolt.

Mandala, who was originally very confident, was not at an advantage; on the contrary, she was the one being suppressed.

Although he had already guessed from Yan Ziming's previous battles that his realm was inferior to hers, after the actual battle, he could still feel that he was much weaker.

Its unparalleled, violent momentum was like an endless sea of ​​thunder, vast and mighty, like the primordial chaos of the universe, with one wave higher than the next.

"Just how many extraordinary adventures has she had?!" Mandala wondered to herself.

Born into the Lofiel conglomerate, she was groomed as his successor as her talent for lightning abilities began to emerge, and she was never short of any crystal resources.

It's no exaggeration to say that almost every week, an S-grade obsidian crystal becomes her nourishment, enriching her body and superpowers.

Although the effects will gradually decrease after absorbing more, and may even only increase slightly, it is still a definite increase, improving the quality of her superpower.

Over the years, the quality of her lightning has become extremely pure.

With so many obsidian crystals cleansing her essence and marrow, she would be one in ten thousand, if not completely transformed.

If we persevere, it's not impossible to reach the ultimate form of elemental superpowers as described in ancient Chinese legends.

She's almost there now. If she persists for another two to three years, she'll have a chance to truly touch that elemental form.

However, starting last year, S-grade obsidian became completely useless, as it was essentially immune to her. Only higher-grade SS-grade or even SSS-grade obsidian was effective.

However, the cost of SS-grade obsidian is simply too high. Even for the Lofiel conglomerate, it is somewhat unaffordable to use it to enhance Mandala as it has in the past.

If they insist on continuing, they might have to sell the entire Lofeel conglomerate.

So what about Yan Ziming? Why?

According to her report, Yan Ziming is not an official of the Chinese government at all.

Even if she is, the resources she receives should never be comparable to those of the little princess of the Lofiel conglomerate, so why...?

Will my own lightning be weakened?

This can perhaps only be explained by a miraculous encounter. Yan Ziming has had a miraculous encounter unknown to the world, which makes her lightning quality no less than that of someone who has been nurtured with countless resources.

If Yan Ziming knew her thoughts, he would definitely exclaim, "Absolutely right!"

Raiqie, Liu Mengxian, and the crystal core of a sequence-level sea serpent—aren't they all incredible opportunities?

These three items alone surpass the immense potential that Mandala has accumulated day after day, year after year, through its gold and silver mines.

She now has the upper hand, but it's not obvious yet. Yan Ziming is about to launch an attack.

Her index finger turned blue-purple and pointed at Mandala. Before the attack could materialize, as if avoiding its sharp edge, a passage was automatically created between the still-crushing realms.

Shining brightly in the mortal world!

A dark red light that seemed to annihilate everything shot out, piercing through the air. The intense heat softened the ground, and those outside felt as if they were staring directly at the sun, experiencing a burning sensation in their eyes, which was terrifying!

"Hmph!" Mandala snorted coldly, her hands moving rapidly, and the thunder dragon flew to her side, coiling into a circle around her.

The Thunder Dragon roared to the sky, gathering its strength like a volcano preparing for its final eruption. Then it opened its mouth and spewed out purple dragon breath, a heat wave that destroyed everything, colliding heavily with the radiant mortal world.

boom--

It was as if a neutron bomb had exploded right in front of them on the stage. The intense light made the audience close their eyes, unable to bear to look, and some were even moved to tears.

The blue-purple lightning suddenly disappeared, and Mandala's purple lightning lost its target and became useless.

As you can see, Mandala is unharmed, but the purple thunder dragon was reduced to a mangled body in the explosion, with a leg and a claw broken off, but its power remains undiminished, warily watching the figure that is constantly approaching from the end of the sea of ​​thunder.

Mandala and Thunder Dragon immediately sensed something and looked to the side. Suddenly, a corner of the thunderous force was torn apart, and a black gold spear carrying immense power pierced through the air and attacked.

The attack was swift and brutal; a direct confrontation would only lead to disaster. Mandala silently took a step back, but the side of her tight-fitting combat suit near her chest was still torn by the spear tip, revealing a patch of snow-white skin. A drop of blood clung to her fair skin, making her appear exceptionally alluring.

Yan Ziming, who was focused on Mandala's actions, was caught off guard by the glimpse of spring light. For a moment, she was distracted and missed her attack window, allowing Mandala to retreat to a safe distance.

Realizing what had happened, she was annoyed at herself for being so monstrous. She charged forward again, her spear sweeping out in a fan shape, as if it could sweep away a thousand troops.

"Roar--"

The thunder dragon roared, its momentum no less than Yan Zimo's. It suddenly turned and twisted, its huge tail lashing out and colliding with the black gold spear.

In an instant, Yan Ziming's back turned to gold, while Lei Long's side turned into incomparably blazing purple lightning!

"Holy crap, this guy actually has a physical form? And he's so strong!"

Yan Ziming felt her arms go numb from the shock. Using the impact, she jumped backward, and when she hit the ground, she felt her bones making a teeth-grinding sound.

On the other hand, the Thunder Dragon's tail was completely shattered in the collision, but it was being rapidly repaired by the energy of the Mandala. The Purple Lightning Domain was growing stronger, trying to keep Yan Zimo out and buy time for the Thunder Dragon to repair itself.

With Mandala's helpers temporarily unavailable, Yan Ziming certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity.

The lightning domain, which had transformed into a spear, reappeared. With the immense amplification it received, Yan Zimo took a step forward and swept the spear in front of him!

A crescent-shaped burst of intense lightning emerged from the tip of the spear and surged forward, tearing through the Purple Lightning Domain. Yan Zimo then darted through the crack like a fish.

A glint flashed in Mandala's eyes.

Since we can't wait for the Thunder Dragon to repair itself, we'll have no choice but to sacrifice its entire body!

Following Mandala's thoughts, the Thunder Dragon's form changed. The giant dragon, which was more than 20 meters tall, became a small purple dragon that was only ten inches long. Its head was as clear as glass and had a sharp horn. It rushed out at almost the speed of light and crashed into the tip of the black gold spear!

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, Yan Ziming was shaken and sent flying backward, his hand holding the spear almost slipping from his grasp!

The next moment, her figure was engulfed by the surging purple lightning. The thunder dragon suddenly enlarged a hundred times, opened its giant jaws, and swallowed her whole, intending to obliterate her!

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Extreme Collision

"Ok?"

After seeing that the Thunder Dragon had indeed hit Yan Zimo, Mandala was hoping to achieve some considerable results when he suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Above the head of the Thunder Dragon, a black gold spear emerged, blasting a hole in it, from which Yan Zimo leaped out.

The black gold spear appeared undamaged, but Yan Ziming's breathing was noticeably more rapid, his clothes were tattered, and his matte stockings had more than a dozen cracks.

This was exactly what Mandala had predicted, except...

there is none left?

Looking around, Yan Ziming only had a few small wounds. Apart from that, he was just a little exhausted and had no other achievements.

Mandala frowned. She had just used her domain technique, and Yan Ziming had indeed been hit. How could she have achieved so little?

After taking a deep breath, Yan Ziming did the thing he hadn't had time to do during the semi-finals.

She raised her right hand and thrust it backward, her black gold spear poised to strike. The surrounding space groaned under the weight of the spear, a terrifying cracking sound rang out, and powerful waves surged like a vast ocean.

The clanging sound was deafening. Finally, under immense pressure, space cracked open in several places, and blazing light shot out from within. This was a breakthrough in space with absolute combat power!

There was no time for Mandala to think. Yan Zimo had already thrown the black gold spear. The speed seemed slow, but it was actually faster than lightning and more dazzling than a comet streaking across the night sky.

Mandala felt a sense of being locked on, and the purple lightning and the domain technique that had not yet been fully unleashed quickly retracted and returned to defense.

"Sizzle, sizzle..."