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

First came the energy attack, which came all at once and looked quite impressive. Qin Di smiled disdainfully.

That's how temporary alliances work; attacks don't differentiate between front and back. Attacks that were originally somewhat threatening are largely neutralized, and very few of them actually land.

Qin Di's domain suddenly transformed into a tidal wave, sweeping forward with overwhelming pressure that caused the competition arena, made of super alloy, to slightly dent.

Similarly, the energy attacks were also scattered by the impact of the tide. Fire dragons, air cannons and the like were all crushed, carrying an aura of crushing everything, and rushed unimpeded to the temporary team.

It's not an exaggeration to say that ten sixth-tier experts can't defeat one seventh-tier expert.

Four of the fifteen-person team that joined forces were eliminated in this wave. They could have joined forces to withstand the attack, but they were just a third-rate team that was temporarily assembled. When the attack came, they abandoned their teammates and ran away, resulting in a complete defeat.

Qin Di said he hadn't even finished warming up yet!

Once the domain was unleashed, it was virtually impossible for anyone below the high rank to resist. This was a qualitative difference. Moreover, not all of the remaining people were at the sixth rank. With the help of his teammates, Qin Di easily dealt with them.

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a few 'raindrops,' shattering the last sixth-tier member of the temporary team. Qin Di then addressed the remaining seventh-tier expert:

"Would you like to choose to leave your positions yourselves, or would you like to be asked to leave?"

Now, there are five people on the field, including Qin Di and his two companions. The teammate of that seventh-level expert is just a fifth-level rookie. They originally wanted those temporary teams to wear down Qin Di's team's strength, but they didn't expect them to be so useless that they were wiped out in one move.

The seventh-ranked player wanted to put up a fight, since the match would end once one of them was eliminated, and his teammates could advance smoothly. However, the other player shook his head, jumped off the stage, and surrendered.

"You have a good teammate," Qin Di said to the remaining seventh-tier expert who looked astonished.

"I'll ask you for advice again next time."

After the referee announced the result, the seventh-ranked person also jumped off the stage and disappeared into the crowd.

In the first match, all three members of Qin Di's team advanced!

Chapter Thirty-One: Entering the Stage

"Thank you for your hard work. You did a great job. You didn't let me down as the team leader, nor did you let your grandfather down."

After Qin Di stepped off the stage, he returned to the waiting area, where Yan Ziming congratulated him.

"There was still an element of luck involved. In the first match, they didn't know how to find opportunities to win, and they missed the chance to surround us at the beginning. In the end, we defeated them one by one."

After the victory, Qin Di felt there was nothing to be happy about. If those contestants were smarter and understood the principle of "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind," Qin Di could only rely on his own strength to ensure his own advancement, while the other two teammates would be in a different situation.

"Well, well~ it seems that being in the first batch isn't a bad thing. You've turned misfortune into blessing, haven't you? Unlike us, if we stand out too much later, we'll be surrounded and attacked."

That's what they say, but Yan Ziming didn't find it difficult at all. The strength of the eighth rank is basically the highest combat power in the entire Civilization Cup. The number of eighth rank people under the age of thirty is extremely small, no more than ten.

There were originally some, but they were kicked out before the competition started because they were too old, so the number was probably less than Yan Ziming expected.

"The matches in the other groups have all finished," Mu Mu reminded her.

Yan Ziming turned his head and looked over. After Qin Di and the others finished their match, the second to fifth groups had already finished. The four people standing at the end were all beaming with joy, cheering for their advancement.

Judging from their happy expressions, there probably aren't any high-level ability users among them. For high-level ability users, qualifying is a matter of course, and they wouldn't be making such a fuss.

After the first batch ended, it was the second batch's turn. Ten members of the Chinese team were selected, but they were assigned to different groups and did not gather together. Fortunately, most of the officially selected players were quite strong, and only two were eliminated, with the remaining eight advancing.

What caught Yan Ziming's attention was that one of the members of the seventh group was a lightning ability user. He was wearing a gray, form-fitting combat suit, and his curvaceous figure was so alluring that it made people's blood boil. Like Yan Ziming and the others, he was wearing a mask, so his true appearance could not be seen.

However, judging from the blonde hair at the back of her head, she is undoubtedly a foreign woman.

Her fighting style didn't involve any particularly flashy techniques, and she only controlled her lightning within a very small area. The contestants who fought against her were eliminated without even knowing why.

"Your skills are quite impressive. You're a high-level lightning-type ability user hiding your true strength," Yan Ziming commented.

"Where can I find a high-level lightning-type ability user?"

Mo Xin came closer. She wasn't human, so she didn't have the same strength rating as humans. The only way to judge her strength was by the purity and quantity of her energy.

The sudden appearance of a high-level lightning-type ability user, besides her and Yan Ziming, naturally caught her attention.

"Look~ that's it." Yan Ziming pointed in the direction of Group Nine.

"Oh...that's right, he is indeed a high-level ability user."

After seeing her performance, Mo Xin nodded in approval, and for the first time, she felt a desire to compete for the Civilization Cup.

I really hope I can be matched with her!

Yan Ziming glanced at her and chuckled, "Itching for a fight?"

"Hehe, high-level lightning-type ability users are quite rare~"

He gently tapped her head: "Think about how to cooperate with Qianxue first, you two will need to stick together for warmth later."

Twenty minutes later, the second batch also ended, ushering in the third batch of chaotic battles. Just as Yan Ziming had imagined, the subsequent powerful superhumans all kept a low profile at first, only revealing their fangs when there were less than ten left, easily securing their qualification.

Yan Ziming also summarized a pattern—those superhumans who knew how to hide their strength and had extremely high combat power were all representatives of their respective countries.

Very few of the contestants from the general public with special abilities were able to qualify. There were 15 groups in 3 batches, with 4 people in each group, totaling 60 people. Only half of them were from the general public, which was very few.

Don't assume that half is a lot; the 'little' here doesn't refer to a small number of figures, but rather to the overall picture.

The total number of participants from all countries is less than a thousand, so the number of slots available is naturally small. The fact that only half of the participants are civilians with special abilities is already a very low percentage.

The civilian superpowered individuals lack coordination and talent; most of them are those rejected by the authorities and cannot gain an advantage against the elite teams, so they are eliminated one by one.

This pace continued for about three hours, and it was Yan Ziming and her group's turn. They were divided into five groups, while Ye Qianxue and Mo Xin were in group thirty-six, so they would be in the next group.

"Big sister, keep it up every day!"

Ye Qianxue clenched her fists and placed them in front of her chest, earnestly cheering for Yan Ziming.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

"If you encounter any difficulties, I can provide you with remote support~" Mo Xin said with a sly smile.

She and Yan Ziming have a spiritual connection. During Yan Ziming's matches, she can observe blind spots from the sidelines through the big screen to protect Yan Ziming from sudden attacks.

Similarly, Yan Ziming could use the same method to help Mo Xin and Ye Qianxue.

"Don't you have any competitive spirit? These kinds of things are all about helping each other out. I'll give you some support later."

Mu Mu said helplessly, "Neither of you has any competitive spirit, you just resort to these little tricks... This method is too unfair to the other contestants."

"You're making it sound so fair to us that they lied about their ages to participate! I'll admit defeat if they can find out." Yan Ziming said grandly, confident that he wouldn't lose to those guys who lied about their ages when it came to exploiting loopholes in the competition rules.

"Pah! With such a bizarre and miraculous encounter, only a ghost could have imagined that you could do something like this."

"Then you won't object to me only targeting the older ones, right? Besides, do you really think I need Mo Xin's support with my abilities? Am I wrong, Qianxue?"

"Yes, yes, Big Sister is right!"

Ye Qianxue agreed with Yan Zimo's statement with a serious expression.

With her eighth-tier strength, Yan Ziming could confidently handle even if everyone present ganged up on her. If it meant causing a massacre, Yan Ziming could wipe them all out with a single area-of-effect attack. Even a seventh-tier attacker wouldn't be of any use.

"Can't you stand on my side even once? You traitor!"

Mu Mu pinched Ye Qianxue's cheek hard, expressing her dissatisfaction with her choice of sides.

“Sister’s words are justice!” Ye Qianxue retorted 'reasonedly and logically'.

"Alright, stop bullying Qianxue and focus on cheering me on."

Yan Ziming led Tiantian onto the stage. They were the last ones to go up, and by the time they arrived, they had only managed to get into a rather unfavorable position.

The referee shouted "Start!" Strangely, unlike the previous batch, this group of dozens of superhumans did not launch an attack immediately. Some of them looked around and did not rush to attack.

It wasn't just Yan Ziming who could observe that the strong individuals were almost all members of the national team; after several hours of observation, anyone with a modicum of ability could tell that they were looking for members of the national team.

This is easy to see – in terms of temperament.

Most of the participants on the teams had an inexplicable sense of self-confidence and were incredibly arrogant; they could easily spot the other members of their teams.

We don't need to find them all, but we should at least eliminate some of them, which will greatly increase their chances of advancing.

"Hey, what are they doing, staring at each other like that?" Tian Tian asked in a low voice.

"Hmm... they're probably trying to find out who's on the team so we don't steal the victory and they want to get rid of us early."

Having thought through the cause and effect, how could Yan Zimo give them this opportunity?

In a tense situation, everyone's nerves become extremely sensitive, and the slightest provocation...

After thinking for a moment, Yan Ziming lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his right foot, and countless bolts of lightning erupted across the entire arena, making it impossible to determine who launched the attack.

And so, the battle of Group Thirty-Three began with someone's underhanded tactics.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Fia

With Yan Ziming stirring things up, the entire scene descended into chaos. Everyone lost their composure and began attacking those around them indiscriminately, with only a few managing to remain calm.

"drink--!"

A middle-aged, body-enhancing superhuman raised his fist and attacked Yan Ziming and the others. He appeared fearless and ready to die, but in reality, his mind was filled with wicked thoughts.

He was just there to try and get a ranking, and even if he lost, it would be worth the trip if he could touch this beautiful body a couple of times.

That's what he thought.

"Tch, a greasy, middle-aged man obsessed with 'sexworms,' nothing more than a third-tier trash..."

When Yan Ziming saw the lewd look in his eyes as he gazed at her body, and then looked at his face, which was over thirty years old, she wished she could gouge his eyes out.

It seems that it only said that you can't intentionally hurt your opponent, right?