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

Yan Zimo used her fingertip universe technique, and Si Mo gave her a disdainful look.

"Eek—you actually want the great Silk Mo to throw the match?"

"Stop nagging! Didn't you say you'd be my protector? You'd do anything I asked!"

As he spoke, Yan Ziming even made a gesture as if he had a sore waist and wanted to hold it, which made Si Mo furious.

It seems that Yan Ziming is plotting to control the emperor and command the princes. If I dare not agree, the life growing inside her will be threatened.

There's nothing I can do; Yan Ziming is my Achilles' heel right now, so for the time being, I'll just have to be her worker.

Working people, working spirit, working people are all superior people.

"Okay! Shall we do as you say?" Si Mo agreed with a displeased expression.

"Mmm, mmm, then I'll leave it to you~~"

Having received the answer he expected, Yan Ziming went to the podium with satisfaction.

Push the door open and enter.

An unusual atmosphere wafted over, and Yan Ziming could clearly sense that this atmosphere was completely different from the previous two days.

It contained a great deal of hostility, as well as deep-seated fear.

It seems last night's attempt to establish authority worked well...

Yan Ziming thought to himself.

Indeed, after what happened last night, who could have imagined that China, which usually keeps a low profile, could unleash such powerful strength, suddenly producing four ninth-tier beings who forcefully suppressed the other four major countries? At that moment, it seemed as if the entire Sky City had become their domain.

Yan Ziming, in particular, was the toughest one. At the time, everyone really thought that an epic battle was about to break out.

This time, Yan Ziming did not maintain the superficial formalities upon entering. He merely glanced at them symbolically before sitting down in his seat and quietly watching the match.

Su Yuchen's position has been taken by the Great Sage, but Su Yuchen himself has disappeared without a trace.

Today, the top 64 teams from the round-robin tournament will be determined. At this stage, only the strongest players remain.

Among them, Fia from the United States is a popular choice, as are Murong Haiyi and Si Mo from China, and then there's the young man named 'Dick' from Odyssey.

These people are all at the eighth level, making it an unprecedented spectacle. If it weren't for some events that happened last night, there would have been six eighth-level people standing on this stage, making it even more lively than Yan Ziming's last year.

Oh, there's a loli who's not level eight, so we have to remove her.

In addition, about 15 percent of the remaining people are Odyssey contestants. After being blocked and suppressed by various human nations in the first two rounds, they have been weakened to a considerable degree.

But things are hard to say what will happen next. The relationship between China and the other three countries is very delicate. Yan Zimo just told Simo to fight to the death with anyone she encounters except Russia. It is estimated that this joint blockade will collapse on its own.

"start!"

At the host's shout, the Chinese audience immediately erupted in cheers: "Kill them!" "They dared to ambush our contestants, beat them to a pulp!" "Damn it!" "Murong Haiyi, find a way to give them a good thrashing!"

Last night's events sparked outrage in Chinese society, causing a nationwide uproar and nearly escalating into demonstrations.

Yan Ziming's strong stance last night was indeed correct, even though it was extreme and showed no leniency towards other countries. Otherwise, the Chinese government would not have been able to give the people a satisfactory explanation.

"Ugh, so boring..." Yan Ziming yawned listlessly.

At her current level, few battles can interest her anymore, especially with three of China's top players suddenly eliminated.

In the first round, there wasn't much to say; each country had its strengths and weaknesses. However, the second round caught Yan Zimo's attention.

In the second round, third group, the first person to be drawn was Simo.

Upon seeing her enter the arena, Yan Ziming's lips curled into a cruel smile. A chilling aura emanated from her, causing him and the others to glance at her a few more times.

[Silk...fuck him!]

Yan Ziming was full of hope that Si Mo could get revenge for last night's situation, but when the second person was chosen, Yan Ziming's face turned green.

"Oh my god! Something incredible has happened in the third group!!! Si Mo and Murong Haiyi were actually drawn into the same group!"

The host shouted incredulously, causing an uproar both on and off stage.

Murong Haiyi, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, a sharp glint in his eyes. Knowing he would encounter Si Mo, his fighting spirit only intensified.

The so-called strong are those who overcome all obstacles and rise to the challenge!

63. The Battle of the Dragon and the Tiger

"Huh? They've already drawn them together?"

While waiting in the contestants' seats, Ye Qianxue saw that Murong Haiyi and Si Mo had been drawn together, and immediately felt immense pressure.

If Murong Haiyi is eliminated here, wouldn't she be the only one left in the official Chinese team?

But after only a brief moment of worry, she breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to herself:

"Phew... thankfully, until the top 32 are decided, only two people advance each time. Si Mo and Murong Haiyi are just enough..."

The round-robin tournament is in groups of four. Even if you are in the same group, if you really encounter Si Mo, Murong Haiyi can just concede. As long as he wins the other two matches, he will definitely get second place and can still advance.

"Not necessarily."

Mu Mu, standing next to her, poured cold water on her enthusiasm, pointing at Murong Haiyi, "Look at him."

Ye Qianxue followed the direction of the gaze.

Murong Haiyi's appearance didn't suggest he was about to admit defeat at all; his posture was clearly one of fighting to the death!

"Does he really want to challenge Mother?" Ye Qianxue asked worriedly.

"That's probably the case. But if he really angers Si Mo, he could be beaten half to death and won't be able to participate in the later matches."

Mu Mu sighed.

She could easily understand that Murong Haiyi's pride was higher than the sky and deeper than the sea, and he had no reason to back down when he met Si Mo.

but...

"That depends on who the opponent is..." Ozawa said with a look of pity.

If Murong Haiyi were to be pinned to the ground and beaten like a dog by Si Mo, it would be perfectly normal for him to become completely dejected.

"How about we make Mother admit defeat when she meets Murong Haiyi..." Ye Qianxue's voice became increasingly hesitant.

"impossible."

"No chance..."

"Oyster."

Mu Mu, Mo Xin, and Xiao Ze, who were standing nearby, all rejected this possibility at the same time.

Well, Ye Qianxue also realized that she had just lost her mind.

Make Silky admit defeat? Even the Mirage Dragon couldn't do that! Let alone admit defeat to someone who's only at the eighth rank.

Regardless of whether Si Mo would agree or not, she might fly into a rage upon hearing this suggestion. Even if it was Ye Qianxue who made the suggestion, she would still be severely reprimanded by her.

"Let's just pray that he's the last one to run into Simo!"

“Ah, it seems impossible…” Mo Xin suddenly said.

In the first round of the second batch of the third group, it was Murong Haiyi facing off against Si Mo. All of this was too coincidental, to the point that they suspected there might be some behind-the-scenes manipulation.

......

Murong Haiyi stood on the arena, facing Si Mo directly.

The sheer power of her presence made her and the scene behind him appear as a distorted mirror, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Even before the fight began, people could almost see the image of a dragon and a tiger. In the very center of the arena, a black dragon and a white tiger faced each other, their ferocious nature fully revealed.

"Holy crap... Is this going to be another one of those scenes?"

Someone couldn't help but tremble as they spoke, recalling the fierce battle at the Civilization Cup a few years ago.

That battle between Yan Zimo and Mu Mu completely overshadowed all previous Civilization Cups; everyone believed that there was no more exciting battle than that.

But now, that's exactly the scene that's unfolding before them.

The person most deeply affected by this scene was the referee standing on the field. Overwhelmed by the imposing presence of the two men, he could barely speak.

"Open, open, start!"

As he uttered the last word, he leaped off the stage as if flying.

boom!

He did the right thing. The moment he jumped, the entire arena instantly transformed into an abyss tens of thousands of meters below. If he had remained on it, he would have been crushed into a pile of minced meat by the immense pressure.

Si Mo crossed her arms over her chest, her small body resembling a demonic mountain, emanating black energy that formed a black dragon head behind her.

"You've got some nerve. Not only do you refuse to admit defeat when you meet us, but you actually want to use us as a stepping stone?"

As she spoke, the dragon head behind her opened its mouth in sync, making it unclear whether the voice came from Si Mo's mouth or from the dragon head's mouth.

Murong Haiyi held his sword upright before him, neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "Please enlighten me."

Si Mo smiled disdainfully, and the dragon head behind her lunged forward, its ferocious jaws opening to devour everything in its path.

"drink."

Just as the dragon's head approached Murong Haiyi, it suddenly split in two, turning into a cloud of black mist and disappearing into nothingness.