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

Mu Mu had a different opinion: "Well, as long as there are no high-level ability users, doubling the number would be futile."

High-level ability users can easily take on ten opponents at once. When two seventh-level ability users team up, their combat power is not simply one plus one. People below the higher level basically have no hope of winning.

Her beloved disciple and Mo Xin are both top-tier beings. One possesses spatial abilities, while the other's true form is a lightning-slicing entity. Their domains are of the highest quality, giving them a significant advantage over other ability users of the same level. Victory is practically a certainty for them.

"What if there's a seventh tier?"

"If there are seventh-tier experts... it's not a big problem. A seventh-tier expert wouldn't be foolish enough to fight two beings of the same level to the death. It would be very painful if they tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing their own qualification."

Mu Mu spoke logically and persuasively, and Yan Ziming nodded in approval as he listened, then asked:

"What if there's an eighth rank?"

"Are you picking a fight with me? You keep asking this and that, why are you making so many 'what ifs'?"

Yan Ziming shrank back: "There's always a chance of something going wrong..."

"If they had an eighth-tier rank, they would..."

There was lively discussion offstage, while the atmosphere onstage was tense—two completely different scenes.

"Little sisters, would you like us to help you downstairs?"

A man who looked somewhat capable stepped forward and spoke.

His name is Sheng Long, a seventh-level ability user. He is twenty-nine years old. Being able to reach the seventh level before the age of thirty is already a rare talent. Wherever he goes, people respect him.

But now he feels the pressure.

These two were dressed exactly like two of the four winners from the previous group of 33. Sheng Long had originally planned to get rid of them first, but as he got closer, he felt a pressure as if he were being stared at from the abyss.

The black-haired girl on the left looked like she was staring into a bottomless abyss, while the little girl on the right with her long blue-purple hair and ethereal charm exuded a sharp aura that made his skin ache!

—In a normal one-on-one situation, I absolutely cannot beat any of them!

The proud and arrogant Sheng Long came to this conclusion.

His best hope, of course, was that after some persuasion, they would obediently step down on their own, so that's what he said.

Mo Xin and Ye Qianxue exchanged a smile in response to Sheng Long's remarks. In the next instant, endless lightning burst forth, and dazzling blue-purple light instantly filled the encirclement.

Crackle

The sound of lightning piercing the air rang out continuously, and the arena, made of super alloy, beneath their feet was heated red by the intense heat. Most of the superpowered individuals retreated repeatedly, fearing that they would be touched by the lightning.

Mo Xin's attack alone eliminated more than ten ability users, but they were all weaklings below the fifth rank. The sixth-rank users still had some resistance.

"Hehe, a bunch of idiots, are you crowding so tightly because you think my aim is too bad? No matter how many rabble you have, you're no match for us!"

"Ten people were eliminated in one go," Mo Xin couldn't help but laugh.

Don't get too cocky!

As Sheng Long finished speaking, the domain that was the hallmark of a seventh-tier ability user surged forth, forming a standoff with Mo Xin's.

However, he was the one being suppressed.

With a smile, Mo Shenghuai raised his right hand and slashed down with a chop. The first thing that happened to Sheng Long was a tingling sensation on his scalp. He also took countermeasures and used his domain to resist!

buzz-

After Mo Xin's hand strike landed, a crescent-shaped beam of light shot out, and the surging air waves split in all directions, as if the void had been divided in two. The scorching heat of the lightning combined with a sharp intent, almost cleaving open Sheng Long's domain!

"puff--"

Sheng Long coughed up a mouthful of blood and knelt on one knee, as if the blow had cleaved his body and soul in two.

What kind of monster is this girl?!

Is my realm so vulnerable in front of her?

Keep in mind, the other girl with black hair hasn't even made a move yet!

"Your leader has been beaten to a pulp, are you still going to keep targeting us? Why don't you change your focus and concentrate fire on him? That way you can still compete for the vacant spot."

Ye Qianxue's voice came from all directions. She only said one sentence, but it kept echoing in the void for more than thirty seconds. Many of the weaker ability users collapsed under the combination of Mo Xin's hand chop and Ye Qianxue's 'Surrounded by Enemies'. Some were so frightened that they jumped off the stage.

"Your two little sisters are really clever, they even know how to use psychological tactics?" Mu Mu looked at Yan Ziming, who had a strange expression, and chuckled.

"No... I think they were just playing around, they didn't really think that much about it..."

Yan Ziming, who knew the two men's personalities very well, knew that these two were born to play around and didn't think too much about strategy when they did things; they would just act recklessly without thinking.

"Well, it works quite well. If nothing unexpected happens, they should be able to qualify without any doubt."

"Just don't let them get a bad omen."

Mu Mu glanced at Yan Ziming. Saying something like that when the opportunity for victory arises always comes at a price.

"Masaka... How could something so bizarre happen... Gah—" Yan Ziming waved her hand dismissively, thinking that something that only happened in anime couldn't possibly happen to them, only to be proven wrong.

Suddenly, an immense pressure emerged from the arena of Group Thirty-Six; an eighth-level ability user had made a move!

Chapter Thirty-Four: It's You Again

"Oh my, oh my, two beautiful ladies, bullying the weak is not the way a strong person should behave."

A blond man who looked refined and gentlemanly appeared in front of them in a strange way, and said with a smile.

The man had blond hair, looked dashing and refined, and had bright blue eyes; his appearance alone could capture the hearts of countless young women.

"Ah!!! It's that bastard on that island!"

Mo Xin pointed at the blond man and shouted. She had almost chopped him in half, but the black scale stopped her.

"You were on that island a few months ago, called... something like 'chicken'...?"

It wasn't that Ye Qianxue was insulting him, but that she genuinely couldn't remember his name. That "fuck what" made a vein pop out on Balor's refined face.

Barol suppressed his inner dissatisfaction, his expression turning somewhat fanatical, and said:

"Since neither of you remembers me, I'll repeat myself. My name is Barol. I am the most loyal follower of the God..."

"I don't care about any gods or spirits. If I hadn't cleaved you in two back then, you should have gone back to your place and been grateful for my kindness. How dare you come here and cause trouble!"

Where have we met before?

Barol was annoyed by the first half of her sentence, but the second half made his gaze sharpen. He didn't remember fighting with Mo Xin on the island, so why would she say that?

Looking at Mo Xin with her long, blue-purple hair, he couldn't recall ever seeing her before. Not to mention on the island, he had never seen anyone with such a unique hair color since he was born.

Oh no, Mu Mu is one of them.

Moreover, with such iconic long hair, he would definitely remember it if he had seen it before; there's no reason he wouldn't recall it.

However, judging from the lightning she just released, it reminded him of a woman he had fought fiercely with on the island—Yan Ziming.

The blue-purple lightning, the terrifyingly high temperature, the inexhaustible energy, and the indestructible blade all caused him great trouble, keeping him entangled with their seventh-level strength and almost killing him.

I'm an eighth-ranker!

Each subsequent level represents a leap forward, something that cannot be compensated for by talent or fortuitous encounters. It's hard to imagine how profound an impression Yan Ziming left on him.

The sudden attack by a single force almost wiped him out; this was a failure in intelligence.

However, he was quite certain that Yan Ziming had not broken through to the eighth rank at that time, so how did she use a skill that only the eighth rank could use?

The reason is obvious: it's that knife.

Based on his own experience, Barol considered the matter thousands of times and concluded that the problem could only lie with the knife that the organization had designated as a key area of ​​concern.

As for why Yan Ziming was able to withstand so many of his attacks with the strength of a seventh-level cultivator, he had no idea.

This girl with long blue-purple hair is so similar to Yan Ziming's lightning, and she even said such things. They must have some connection.

"It seems you don't remember me... I'll help you recall that unbearable past, so you can experience it for yourself!"

Mo Xin crossed her arms, and the lightning became even more dazzling, with crisscrossing lightning filling the entire arena within a radius of 500 meters.

This is where the United States' scientific research prowess is truly demonstrated. When those lightning bolts pass the edge of the arena, they are blocked by a thin film of energy, preventing them from ever crossing the edge.

The other contestants were dumbfounded, especially Sheng Long, who couldn't understand the situation at all.

Hidden within his makeshift team was an eighth-tier player!

He also erected a barrier to shield himself from Mo Xin's lightning, quietly pushing him to the very edge of the arena to avoid being injured by the aftershocks of their battle.

Let's see if we can be the fishermen.

A few people shared the same thought and retreated to the very edge of the arena. The rest, knowing they had no chance of advancing against these high-ranking opponents, obediently jumped off the stage and surrendered.

One eighth-rank and three seventh-rank, that makes exactly four spots. How could they possibly get them?

Faced with Mo Xin's all-encompassing lightning, Balor also erected his domain to resist it, and the scene was exactly the same as when he fought Yan Zimo on the island.

Lightning bolts continuously passed through the iron-gray membrane, then transformed into a metallic steel forest, only to be cleaved into molten iron by subsequent lightning, resulting in a stalemate.

After a while, Barol, unwilling to remain in this stalemate, stomped his right foot on the ground, causing the entire arena to undulate violently. A distorted halo appeared on the arena, and endless lightning began to dissipate in a one-sided manner.

"Ah... I forgot his superpower is metal-based, this arena is the perfect place for him to shine!"

Yan Ziming rubbed the back of his head, slightly annoyed, and said, "In a head-on confrontation, it would be very difficult for Mo Xin and the others to win against Baror in his current state."

"I've already reported this to Sister Mo Sheng. Hopefully, we can take this opportunity to expose their true colors."

Mu Mu put away her phone, her gaze fixed on the arena, a strange confidence in her eyes. "How about trusting them a little more sometimes? Maybe we can win?"