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

Tian Tian had never seen Yan Zimo make a move; she had perfectly missed every single one of them before.

Standing on the roof of the car, Yan Ziming did not notice Tian Tian, ​​who was stunned. The Raikiri was wrapped with streaks of lightning, somewhat similar to when he cut the street in half with a single slash before.

"No firing is permitted without my order!" Liu Wenbin emphasized.

Yan Ziming jumped off the car roof, and crossing the distance of over a hundred meters in an instant seemed as simple as pouring tea or drinking water to her, and she quickly arrived at the feet of the tyrant.

The girl's petite figure was completely disproportionate to the tyrant who was over twenty meters tall, but she was in no way inferior in terms of imposing presence, and even seemed poised to surpass him.

The tyrant roared, the enormous sound wave shattering the windows of the surrounding buildings, and raised his right foot to stomp down on the tiny humans below.

Yan Ziming leaped up suddenly, twisting his body 360 degrees in mid-air. The arc of light from the Thunder Cutter drew a semicircle in the air, as round and bright as a new moon, and landed on the tyrant's leg that was stepping down.

Blood splattered, the blood, scalded to boiling hot by the lightning strike, evaporated rapidly, and the stench of blood permeated the rain.

The violent lightning flashed wildly at its wounds, making the tyrant's blood-red flesh appear translucent and possessing a unique beauty.

The tyrant roared even louder in pain after being slashed on the foot, and the wound was widening under the corrosive influence of the lightning. But Yan Ziming's offensive was not over yet.

A torrent of lightning erupted from her body, instantly engulfing the tyrant. Endless thunderbolts exploded and surged on her body, bursting forth with countless blood clumps.

Because it was a rainstorm, the powerful force of lightning was fully amplified by the rain, with both its duration and destructiveness significantly increased.

The tyrant knelt down on one knee, clutching his wounded leg. Although the old wounds from the lightning strikes on his body were not abated and new wounds were added, they were ultimately just superficial injuries and could not cause him fatal damage. The necessary pain would only make him more bloodthirsty and powerful.

What truly caused its fatal injury was the gap that Yan Ziming had cut open at its feet. Lightning was constantly eroding its internal organs through this gap, causing it far more pain than the surface lightning.

"Fire the main gun!"

Yan Ziming instantly withdrew her Thunder Domain to prevent the cannonballs from being detonated by her lightning before they reached the tyrant.

Then she quickly left the spot, and the next second, nine armor-piercing rounds arrived simultaneously. The violent explosion engulfed everything around them, and the firelight reflected on the shattered glass, creating a cruel scene...

Chapter 122 Love at the Corner

"So, did you get it?"

Although Yan Ziming secretly hoped that this would kill it, she knew that if it ended like this, it would be a disservice to the Tyrant's S-level rating.

Before the smoke from the explosion had even cleared, a strange noise came from above.

"Up there!"

When Yan Ziming looked up, he saw the tyrant had one hand embedded in the wall of the building, supporting it from falling.

Upon seeing that Yan Ziming had spotted him, the Tyrant leaped down from mid-air, his target not Yan Ziming, but an armored vehicle behind him!

Damn it!

Does this monster even know the principle of "attacking where the enemy must defend"?

You should know that Ye Qianxue and Tiantian were sitting inside! Even Commander Liu Wenbin was inside.

One is his dearest younger sister, another is his... uh, goofy friend, and the third is his commander. He can't do without any of the three.

Therefore, no matter what, Yan Ziming had to block this attack for them.

Yan Ziming lightly stomped her toes, and lightning surged from the soles of her feet, crashing towards the tyrant with tremendous force.

When the tyrant saw Yan Zimo approaching, it seemed to have a cruel smile on its face. Yan Zimo couldn't tell if it was smiling or not, but it just looked ugly and unpleasant.

Its fist was larger than Yan Ziming's entire body, and with destructive force, it slammed into the electromagnetic barrier in front of Yan Ziming, producing a deafening explosion.

The electromagnetic barrier was already at its maximum power, but it was still flickering due to the strain. Then, the tyrant was bounced away by the elasticity of the electromagnetic barrier and hung back on the building.

Yan Ziming flew back at an even faster speed than she had come. Just as her back was about to hit the ground, an electromagnetic barrier helped her withstand the impact. She then crashed through several walls before finally stopping.

"That beast...it's incredibly strong!"

Yan Ziming exhaled a breath of stale air. If it weren't for the electromagnetic barrier protecting her, she would have been smashed into a pile of minced meat by that punch!

Moreover, the electromagnetic barrier helped her when she was knocked away; otherwise, if she had landed on her back at that speed, she would have coughed up blood at least several times.

This is where the difference between superhumans and mutated species becomes apparent.

Superhumans can inflict damage on mutated species that conventional weapons cannot, but the advantage of mutated species lies in their strong vitality and physical qualities, especially mutated species above S-rank, whose physical qualities are even more incredible.

Furthermore, the physical abilities of the superhumans are far inferior to those of the mutated species. This is an insurmountable hurdle for the human race. Often, it takes hundreds or thousands of blows to kill a mutated species of the same level, while a mutated species can kill a superhuman with weak defenses in just one hit.

The battle between superhumans and mutated species is inherently unequal.

Yan Ziming is currently in this situation, and only a mutated species can passively take the beating, not her.

Yan Ziming rallied his forces, the lightning around him growing even brighter, and once again clashed with the tyrant.

Liu Wenbin did not miss this opportunity. He quickly led the tanks to create distance, leaving the open space for Yan Ziming and the tyrant, to avoid his side becoming a burden.

"sister..."

Sitting in the car, Ye Qianxue saw Yan Ziming being knocked away, and her heart clenched. Weak and helpless, she could only watch her older sister get hurt, and this sense of powerlessness fueled her hatred.

"If...if Qianxue were also at the seventh rank, she could help her older sister..."

For the first time, she longed to become stronger, hoping to help her older sister, to fight alongside her, and to always stay by her side.

Tian Tian held Ye Qianxue's cold little hand tightly, comforting her inner unease:

"Don't worry too much... everything will be alright."

"But that snake-skin monster..." Ye Qianxue was so anxious that she could barely speak.

Snake-skin monster...

Even though she was already used to Ye Qianxue's eccentric personality, Tiantian still couldn't help but mentally complain about it.

How does this giant in front of us resemble the snake-skinned monster? You should at least put some thought into naming it!

However, when she turned her head and saw Yan Ziming fighting with the tyrant, she thought that the name "snake-skin monster" didn't seem to be a problem.

In her field of vision, the Tyrant skillfully dodged Yan Zimo's slashes, and the tank's main cannon that was fired from time to time was also dodged by its serpentine movements.

Forcing himself to ignore the nickname "Snake-Skin Monster," Tian Tian said to Ye Qianxue with a serious expression:

"Don't you always praise how amazing your sister is? If even you think she can't win, then isn't it pathetic for her to be fighting for us?"

"No, no, my sister is always the strongest! I never said she couldn't beat this snake-skinned monster!"

Ye Qianxue reacted strongly, then muttered under her breath:

"I was just thinking about what I could do..."

They had now created a relatively safe distance, and the tyrant wouldn't be able to catch up for a while.

"Ah! I've got it."

Ye Qianxue asked Liu Wenbin a favor, and then got out of the car and disappeared.

......

"call..."

Yan Ziming gasped for breath, his eyes fixed on the tyrant.

Both were in poor condition. The tyrant's flesh and blood had been charred by lightning, and there was a through wound on the right side of his chest, caused by Yan Zimo's Radiant Mortal World. The blood on the surface had dried, and with the erosion of the rain, the wound was showing signs of festering.

Yan Ziming's clothes were already tattered, and the sleeve below her right shoulder was missing, revealing the girl's delicate pink shoulder, which was covered with abrasions of various sizes. She had already taken off the clothes that Jiang Lan had given her earlier because the hem of that garment was too long and would affect her fighting.

The tyrant seemed tireless, unleashing a barrage of war-like trampling and savage charges. Yan Ziming was caught off guard and struck solidly, shattering the electromagnetic barrier. However, in the next instant, Yan Ziming used the energy from the shattered barrier to leap back dozens of meters away.

"sister."

Yan Ziming heard Ye Qianxue's low shout from his right ear. He dared not ignore the presence of the tyrant and only had time to glance at her out of the corner of his eye before spotting Ye Qianxue hiding in the alley.

Yan Ziming was furious. This girl was getting more and more disobedient lately. Didn't I tell her not to come down?

"Big sister, lure it into the alley in a bit."

Ye Qianxue's voice was very soft, as if she was worried that the tyrant would hear it, and it became almost inaudible towards the end.

Then Tian Tian dragged her away...

Thinking about what they were up to, Yan Ziming still chose to believe Ye Qianxue, and in the ensuing struggle with the tyrant, she began to intentionally or unintentionally lead him into the alley.

Yan Ziming dared not make his actions too obvious. This monster was very shrewd, and he was afraid that if his actions were even slightly unusual, it would become suspicious.

Forced into a corner, Yan Ziming had no choice but to create an opening for it, using his electromagnetic barrier to take a kick, which "just happened" to send him flying to the entrance of that alley.

The tyrant pressed his advantage, took a running start and leaped high into the air, then clenched his fists and slammed them down on Yan Ziming, who was lying in the rubble.

But in mid-air, it suddenly saw Yan Ziming smile wickedly. That smile was like a little devil, tugging at one's heartstrings. However, for it, it should have been heartbreaking. The piercing wound on its chest was the result of Yan Ziming's wicked smile.

There was no time to retreat; the tyrant had no choice but to smash forward relentlessly.

Yan Ziming vanished from the spot in an instant.

boom!

Debris flew everywhere, and the ground collapsed several meters. The tyrant stood up, suddenly turned its head, and heard several strange noises.

Before it stood nine tanks, their dark cannons forming a semi-circle around it.

What Yan Zimo left behind was a classic internet slang term:

"surprise-mother-fuck"