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

He found it unbelievable; it wasn't scientific!

Both of them are high-level superhumans, how could they possibly make him feel that way?

According to his estimation, Yan Ziming was definitely no more than thirty years old, and he didn't even know if she was twenty-five. So he wasn't too worried after learning that Yan Ziming was a high-level ability user.

The other party is so young, at most a seventh-level ability user. Any higher and they would be on the same level as those monsters in the Civilization Cup. He immediately ruled out that possibility.

His confidence stemmed from the fact that he had already broken through to the seventh level some time ago, and that his opponent's foundation was definitely not as deep as his own!

However, reality slapped him hard in the face.

The moment the wind rose, his face turned completely pale. The swirling sand and wind lashed his face as if being cut by knives, leaving him feeling icy cold all over, as if he had been pierced by a sharp spear that seemed to pierce through the heavens and earth, his life force gradually fading away.

Chapter Twenty-Five

At this moment, he realized that Yan Ziming was not someone he could defeat.

The opponent could very well be a super genius on par with those monsters in the Civilization Cup! It's even quite possible...

—She was one of them.

He rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind; he dared not think that way, for if he did, the battle would be lost before it even began.

The officer on the stage nodded with satisfaction at the sight of the swirling sandstorm. The stronger Yan Ziming's strength was, the more advantageous it would be for his future plans.

This scene only appeared on that open space, not a bit more, not a bit less, just enough to fill the entire open space.

It wasn't that Yan Ziming's control was so exquisite, but rather that the silver thread surrounding the edge of the arena isolated everything, preventing any of it from escaping.

Yan Ziming narrowed his eyes, a bold idea forming in his mind.

A smile appeared on her lips: "Remember to honor your bet, but of course, if you try to cheat, I have ways to make you wish you were dead."

Fang He's heart jolted, a bad premonition rising within him. Under the immense pressure, he activated his domain, and a layer of mist rose around him, protecting him firmly within.

Ask him to attack? What a joke! He's already in dire straits—barely able to save himself. Attacking would be suicide.

He only prayed that he wouldn't lose too badly, otherwise he would lose face badly in front of so many people.

Sure enough, a second after he used the Boundary, he discovered that Yan Zimo had changed.

In fact, Yan Ziming herself was still standing there perfectly fine, but in Fang He's perception, Yan Ziming had transformed from a delicate beauty into a sun radiating extremely terrifying heat!

Even though there was no unusual phenomenon, he saw boundless divine light bursting out from that petite body, leaving only a vast expanse of white in his vision.

It is so high and so great that it leaves no room for resistance.

He was the most insignificant ant under the radiance of this 'sun,' and the light he emitted was enough to make him vanish completely.

Finally, the light intensified, bursting forth with earth-shattering waves. This time, the entire arena was completely enveloped in light, making it impossible to see or hear anything.

Then.......

puff--

Yan Ziming's face instantly turned as red as a tomato, as if all the blood in her body had concentrated on her face, making it hot and burning to the touch.

But with that sound, a blue energy storm swept across the field, its ferocity rampant and scorching heat engulfing everything. Luckily, Mu Mu provided cover, otherwise everyone present would have died.

Everyone was staring intently at the two people on the field, not understanding what was happening.

Could it be that what appears to be calm is actually a result of a battle, just like in an animated film?

Actually, Fang He was perfectly fine, in excellent health, and had a great appetite.

Fang He saw that Yan Ziming's face was red, all the way to his ears; his delicate earlobes made one want to pinch them, the ultimate feel that even a god couldn't match.

If you looked through the sunglasses, you could see that Yan Ziming's dignified eyes were already covered with sparkling, starlight-like tears, making him look pitiful yet beautiful and charming.

"Eh?"

Fang He exclaimed in surprise, even wondering if he was already dead, but still had some consciousness left and was not completely dead.

He jumped up and down without any problems, and the realm was still open without any sign of interruption, only the consumption was slightly greater.

what happened?

Could it be that the terrifying energy fluctuation just now was fake, and the other side fired a blank?

Compared to Fang He's utter bewilderment, Yan Ziming felt a wave of shame and embarrassment washing over her.

Why? It all started before she was scared out of her wits by Xian'er.

At that moment, she had a sudden inspiration: to unleash enough energy in an instant to propel her at sub-light speed. Wasn't that similar to the idea of ​​the Spear of Victory?

First, she condensed her domain into a single point, storing a considerable amount of energy. With the addition of elementalization and the Thunder Domain, it became her strongest killing move to date.

So, would this method be suitable for propelling her at near-light speed?

This was entirely possible, at least the idea was sound, so Yan Ziming gave it a try.

But the result...

Before the earth-shattering power could be unleashed, it leaked out prematurely because she hadn't controlled it well, making a "poof" sound that made Yan Ziming blush.

Wouldn't this... this... easily lead people to misunderstand that you're farting while fighting someone?

However, this phenomenon will no longer occur after becoming a high-level ability user, but would anyone believe it if I told them?

It's like someone stuffing poop into your pants and you still denying it was you. Who can really say for sure about something like that!

Fortunately for Yan Ziming, the commotion she caused was quite significant, and her fart-like sound was insignificant compared to the noise, making it impossible for others to hear.

If anyone overheard this, Yan Ziming would have to consider whether to silence them.

"......"

Yan Ziming stared silently at Fang He, her beautiful eyes gradually filling with anger, wishing she could tear this guy to pieces!

If it weren't for him, if it weren't for the trouble he caused, I wouldn't have almost been ruined!

Fang He felt as if he could see his own omen of death flashing.

Yan Zimo said with a forced smile, "Are you ready to die?"

"........I surrender—"

"Too late, Ora Ora Ora—!!!"

A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky in an instant, raising the surrounding ground several meters before exploding with a deafening roar, shattering into a shower of stones that rained down.

The dazzling blue-purple light instantly engulfed his figure, abruptly cutting off his final words. The word "lost" was swallowed up by the lightning current before it could even spread.

The result was predictable. How could a seventh-tier user possibly fight a near-ninth-tier lightning-type ability user? He was utterly humiliated, and Fang He's cries for help were useless.

However, Yan Ziming was careful not to kill him, otherwise things would have really gotten out of hand.

"That's it."

Mu Mu's voice echoed throughout the entire venue, causing everyone to bend over and appear to shrink in stature.

Yan Ziming stopped. Fang He in front of her had been beaten like a beggar who had been begging on the street for months. One of his legs was broken, one of his hands was limp, and his other hand was still covering his EX curry stick, which was twisting and thrusting wildly like a shrimp.

Regardless of whether the bet was finalized, Yan Ziming didn't want to have anything to do with this guy anymore. He left him there like a dead dog and disappeared into the crowd in an instant.

If he dares to provoke me or anyone around me, Yan Ziming guarantees that no one will know how he dies.

The whispers among the crowd grew louder and louder, eventually masking the commotion.

"Could that girl from earlier be Yan Ziming?"

"Upon closer inspection... it does seem to be true, but it's a bit bigger than before."

"Wow, we can actually get so close to someone like that? Mom, I'm so excited!"

"Quiet, quiet... If you don't quiet down, I'll make you run a hundred kilometers!"

The officer on the platform spoke, and the instructors below also disciplined their classes, and the situation was quickly brought under control.

"Now that you have finished watching the battle, let's have Lieutenant General Meng give a speech."

After taking the stage, Meng Shaojun enthusiastically said, "Is anyone interested in signing up to be a mecha soldier? There's a chance you could meet that mysterious expert we just met."

"........"

Chapter Twenty-Six: Difference in Elevation

Yan Ziming sat on the roof of the dormitory building not far from the assembly area, her legs dangling in the air, with the ground hundreds of meters below. A gentle breeze lifted the hem of her skirt, which was just the right length, revealing glimpses of her alluring private area.

Meng Shaojun and that damned officer below were using their influence to recruit soldiers, and the results were remarkable, recruiting a number of talented children.

Yan Ziming was very unhappy.

You've all made so much money, yet you're not planning to share any of it with me?

That damned Meng Shaojun must be involved. He kept quiet at first, but immediately jumped out after she defeated Fang He.

Yan Ziming wondered if he should find a time to teach him a lesson for such behavior.

A strange fluctuation appeared behind him. Yan Ziming sensed it but ignored it, continuing to gaze downwards.

"sister."

Ye Qianxue climbed up to the edge of the wall, then easily straddled Yan Zimo's lap with her right leg, the whole process flowing smoothly and effortlessly.