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

"Let me tell you, even if another one of those tyrants comes, I can still wipe it out. Do you believe me or not?"

"Eh? What are you doing, Qianxue?" Ye Qianxue tugged at her clothes again, her small mouth slightly open as she pointed towards the distance of the forest.

The trees there fell in swathes, and a huge figure leaped out of the trees, soaring hundreds of meters into the air. When he landed, sand and gravel flew everywhere, and the entire battlefield trembled.

That was none other than a tyrant. It didn't look as powerful as the previous one, but it was still 36 meters tall. It locked onto Yan Zimo, who was standing in the middle of the group, and forcefully pulled up a boulder the size of a main battle tank from the ground and threw it out!

"Watch out, dodge!"

"No need," Li Hao said calmly, stabilizing the trembling hearts of the people.

The boulder shattered upon impact with the crystal-blue light barrier, like a thunderclap in the sky, deafeningly loud.

When the first attack failed, the tyrant picked up a towering tree, stripped it of its branches and leaves, and used it as a fire poker to charge at the ranks of soldiers.

Li Haoyi glanced at Yan Ziming with a helpless expression and said:

"Didn't you say you wouldn't mind having another one? Let's get ready to go."

Yan Ziming was also very frustrated. Was he going to fight the Tyrant race? He had to fight three Tyrants in just a few days. What else could this be but a direct confrontation?

Besides, it's not normal for three tyrants to gather on this battlefield.

"Fine, fine, damn it, I can't handle an SS-level monster, but do you think I'm afraid of an S-level one?" That's what he said, but Yan Zimo didn't dare to be careless at all. If he really got hit by a monster of this size, no matter if it was S-level or SS-level, Yan Zimo would die. If Yan Zimo didn't have any defensive means to take the hit head-on, it could kill ten people with one punch.

Raichi stretched out a 49-meter-long bolt of lightning, which Yan Ziming forcefully slammed into the ground, blasting up countless fragments of rock. The lightning spread along the ground and surged out from under the Tyrant's feet, instantly engulfing its figure.

Yan Ziming unleashed an extremely energy-intensive, wide-range attack right from the start, aiming to effectively damage the tyrant. Moreover, given her current supercritical state, this energy expenditure was quickly replenished.

Although she still doesn't know what this state is all about or why it occurs, she has still grasped the trick to entering it.

It's very simple. Just maximize your own energy circulation. After that, Yan Ziming will feel the energy in his body break through a critical point, which is the current supercritical state.

There wasn't just one S-class mutated species, the Tyrant, here. Besides it, there were five others scattered in various locations. As long as they weren't the tough, armored assault type and the distance was sufficient, the military's powerful firepower could easily inflict damage on them. With the help of many sixth-tier ability users and a few seventh-tier users, they were kept in place, unable to move, and passively endured endless artillery fire.

The most eye-catching battlefield was that of Yan Ziming and Li Haoyi. This level of combat was truly something to aspire to. This perfect combination of offense and defense left a deep impression on people. The tyrant was forced to retreat repeatedly and quickly distanced himself from the troops to a safe distance.

"What do you think of this guy?" Li Hao asked Yan Ziming for his opinion of the tyrant while blocking its punches. His composure was truly worthy of someone who could become a division commander.

"Not bad, very powerful, but not as good as the previous one." Yan Ziming commented calmly. The Thunder God's Whip struck the Tyrant, and the exploding lightning sent it flying, crushing a large swath of trees.

“Actually, you can leave it all to me…” Yan Ziming continued. She felt that in her supercritical state, she was fully capable of taking on this guy one-on-one. This state might only be achieved during this typhoon, and she might not have this opportunity again in the future.

"Unfortunately, that's impossible. This is a battlefield, not a competition. We need to take care of this guy as soon as possible and push the front line back another ten kilometers. Then this battle will be in our hands."

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PS: The release has been delayed, so I don't need to work overtime writing for a while. Here's an extra chapter! 乛?乛

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Chapter 162 Possibility

The tyrant was forced into a retreat, completely on the defensive under Yan Ziming's fierce attacks and Li Haoyi's absolute defense. He was already covered in wounds, and his defeat was only a matter of time.

The counter-offensive forces were advancing smoothly. With the endless artillery support from the Air Force and Rocket Force, the ocean of mutated species was repeatedly cut off, unable to mount a strong counterattack. The armored divisions' artillery barrage suppressed them, rendering them unable to move.

Lin Shuqi looked at Yan Ziming, who was fighting the tyrant with great skill, with complicated emotions in her heart.

Is there any chance I can catch up with her in the future?

After thinking for a long time, she shook her head, gave a self-deprecating laugh, and took it as just a joke.

The gap between the two sides is too large, and their strength lies not in fighting, but in support; their paths are completely different, so how can they even talk about catching up?

"What's wrong?" Ye Qianxue asked, noticing Lin Shuqi's absent-mindedness.

"Nothing, I was just thinking... your sister is really amazing..."

Ye Qianxue straightened her back:

"Of course, Big Sister is absolutely the best!"

Lin Shuqi said with a mischievous smile:

"How does it compare to a marshal?"

Ye Qianxue choked, unsure how to comment. On one side was her elder sister, and on the other was her uncle; neither could be belittled. Moreover, in terms of strength, Yan Ziming was far inferior to Yan Shan.

After a long pause, she stammered:

"Well... in Chiyuki's heart, her older sister is the most amazing..."

Lin Shuqi joked with a smile:

"Okay, I was just saying, don't take it so seriously."

However, she had a completely different feeling inside.

—I wonder if Shuyao thinks I'm a great older sister?

Lin Shuqi was about to ask her younger sister for her opinion, but she was busy being a wet nurse for the mutated species—well, the kind that's poisonous, of course—so she didn't bother her. She planned to ask her after the battle was over, hoping that she could regain her confidence by then.

"Hey sis, give my greatsword a buff!"

"I told you not to call me 'little sister,' I have a name!" Lin Shuqi shouted weakly. No matter how she tried to correct these soldiers, they wouldn't listen. So she just let them call her that; being called "little sister" wouldn't hurt her.

"You bastard, this is the Jinghong Sword, not some great sword. If you keep changing its name like this, I'll beat you to death!"

The soldier's commander cursed, "You've given such a powerful weapon such a low-class name! It's an insult to the hard work of the developers!"

......

Thor's Whip shone brightly, and the lightning that filled the sky formed a current that swept away everything in front of it. The trees and land along the way were all reduced to ashes, revealing the battered and bruised figure of the towering figure in the deep pit.

"Hey, Li Haoyi."

"explain."

Li Haoyi used absolute defense to firmly block the tyrant's dying counterattack. Cold sweat began to appear on his forehead. After a day of continuous fighting, even he, as an eighth-level cultivator, was starting to feel the strain. After all, he did not have Yan Zimo's long-lasting supercritical state and could only rely on occasional breaks to slowly recover the energy in his body.

Yan Ziming, despite fighting for so long, was still full of energy and seemed to have no fatigue whatsoever. Li Hao even wondered if she was a perpetual motion machine.

In a sense, that's certainly true.

The thunderstorm in the sky continuously showered down abundant electric ions, constantly replenishing Yan Ziming's energy. Unless the typhoon cloud dissipated or Yan Ziming herself lost her fighting ability, she could continue fighting indefinitely.

"I do have some questions."

"What question?" Yan Ziming dodged the tyrant's attack, a sharp gust of wind leaving a streak of blood on her forehead, and said:

"Why are there so many tyrants in the Yongjing Military Administrative Region? Aren't these things as rare as some countries' first-class protected animals?"

This analogy is very apt. The Tyrant race is extremely rare in the apocalypse, and there has never been anyone below S-rank. Their individual strength is excessively powerful, and ordinary ability users have no choice but to be defeated when they encounter them.

There must be something wrong with the fact that three such powerful races have appeared on this battlefield!

"what are you worried about?"

"I'm worried that something even more powerful might appear."

Li Haoyi replied:

"Your idea makes sense, but I personally think it's just a coincidence."

He didn't find it strange. After all, the world is full of wonders, and even a Sequence-level Grim Reaper had appeared. So, the appearance of a few more Brutalists wasn't something that was hard to accept.

Yan Ziming's heart sank. It seemed that Li Haoyi, given his status, was unaware of the existence of the Qilin, which was why he thought there was nothing wrong with it, and that it seemed normal to most people.

But Yan Ziming is different. She knows the cause of this disaster: it's the guy sleeping on her chest. Its attraction to mutated species is far beyond her imagination.

So she worried that something even more powerful than that SS-class tyrant might be attracted there, such as an SSS-class, or...

—I wonder if my uncle has noticed anything unusual?

……

"Too many," Yan Shan murmured in the command room.

The busy staff were completely baffled.

What's too much?

Only one of his personal adjutants knew what he was talking about, because he had also heard about the situation at the front. It was relatively normal for a tyrant to appear on the main battlefield, and it was barely acceptable for two to appear, but he knew that a tyrant had also appeared in the research institute rescue operation the day before yesterday, which was somewhat abnormal.

He listed various possibilities in his mind, but before he could verify them, Yan Shan's latest order interrupted his thoughts:

"Use remote sensing satellites to conduct detailed reconnaissance of the area within 500 li around the Yongjing Military Administrative Region, and then show me the reconnaissance results."

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant immediately contacted the relevant departments.

[I hope my worries are unnecessary... This small place can't withstand any more turmoil...] ​​Yan Shan sighed inwardly.

Soon, a clear satellite image was sent to his terminal. Yan Shan's expression was unreadable; he merely frowned and then ignored it.

Yan Shan took a small sip of tea and asked:

"Where has Longteng been transported?"

The adjutant flipped through the documents, found the one Yan Shan needed from the pile of materials, and replied:

"According to the transport team's report, we are still 10 kilometers away from the battlefield and are expected to arrive in 10 minutes."

"Tell them to prepare for the final cleanup as soon as possible."

"Yes!"