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

The first event was the first round of battles, with eight groups taking turns on stage, including many celebrities, which elicited loud screams from the audience.

Among them was a character whom Yan Zimo hated so much he wanted to tear him to pieces on the spot—Baror.

This guy who once beat her badly on the deserted island, a member of an organization that raided a key location in the Beian Military Administrative Region, is now appearing on the arena as a regular competitor. What's most hateful is that Yan Ziming, despite having the strength, can't openly kill him.

His appearance, thanks to his previous battle with Mo Xin and the others, as well as his handsome appearance, garnered screams from more than 80% of the women in the audience.

According to online polls, Barol is still the most handsome man in this year's Civilization Cup.

Yan Ziming disliked this aspect of him the most.

In her past life, she didn't have a face that could bring him women, which led to her being single for over thirty years. After transforming, her wish came true, and she gained a stunningly beautiful face that could bring down a nation, but she turned out to be a woman. The brother who had been with her for many years waved goodbye to her.

Therefore, Yan Ziming now dislikes handsome men and pretty boys; her first impression of them is extremely negative.

Despite his dislike, necessary intelligence still needs to be gathered. A person should be viewed with new eyes after three days' absence. After several months, Barol may have undergone a new transformation.

His eighth-tier strength is undeniable, making him one of the favorites in this year's Civilization Cup.

The combination of "young, strong, and handsome" makes him the number one male contestant, on par with Mu Mu, who is number one on the female contestant list.

He had a warm smile on his face. His opponent was a representative from the cosmic empire of South Korea, whose strength was an astonishing seventh rank. However, Barol knocked him off the stage with a single punch in the blink of an eye.

Well, just one punch, and the entire arena turned upside down. The overwhelming force was unstoppable, and the wave of destruction instantly destroyed his defenses. He was eliminated before he could even use his domain.

Even a lion fights a rabbit with all its might. Facing a weaker opponent, Barol, in order to conserve energy as much as possible, launched a lightning-fast attack the moment the referee shouted "start," quickly eliminating his opponent.

Chapter Sixty-Seven Frederick

He defeated a high-level opponent with a single punch, even though it was done by catching him off guard and sweeping him away with overwhelming power. How many people could actually do that?

In the last chaotic battle, he was completely countered by Mo Xin's abilities, losing nine-tenths of his powerful skills, which resulted in a very miserable fight.

Now he is finally showing the full strength he should have at the eighth rank.

Barol's next two opponents were no pushovers for him; they were two sixth-tier ability users who were terrified by Barol's punch while waiting for their matches and surrendered immediately after the matches began.

A sixth-tier being has no chance against an eighth-tier being who is almost at his peak.

And so, Barol's group finished the first battle the fastest, leaving many people wanting more and shouting incoherently.

Yan Ziming, sitting in the audience, frowned.

It was just a battle that ended in an instant, and there wasn't much to see. Her goal of observing Barol's strength had failed.

However, he is not the only one who needs attention.

There are several players to watch out for in the first batch. Many who had been hiding their strength in the elimination rounds have become active, and with the addition of seeded players, the battles have become even more exciting and intense.

Under Yan Ziming's observation, those few people who needed to be watched all qualified for the next round of competition, and two of them were high-level experts.

After careful identification, Yan Ziming discovered that the people she was paying special attention to were the top contenders in this competition, and their strength was terrifying.

"This is not to be underestimated... I didn't expect there to be so many."

Yan Ziming sighed softly. Had all the superhumans who had "gone into seclusion" around the world signed up?

There are not many registered seventh-tier powerhouses worldwide, probably around a thousand, but no more than sixteen hundred to be exact.

Less than 1,600, which is only about 0.2% to 0.3% of the more than 700,000 people with superpowers. What a tiny percentage!

Therefore, those who can reach the seventh level are all at the very top of the pyramid.

Of these, what percentage are under 30 years old, making up less than 0.3%?

The numbers are pitifully small.

Therefore, there must be many unregistered civilian superhumans among them, and the top contenders are all geniuses hidden away by major countries, with no records whatsoever.

Yan Ziming suddenly felt that he had been looking at the world too simply. There were so few high-level ability users under the age of thirty who were not registered. What about those over the age of thirty?

It's definitely much more than it appears on the surface!

Just as Yan Ziming was lamenting how deep the waters were in the world of superpowers, the second round of competitions was about to begin.

"I'll take the first step."

After greeting the crowd behind her, Yan Ziming walked straight to the arena and stared at her opponent who had stepped onto the stage at the same time.

He was a man, and judging from his appearance alone, he was probably around twenty-nine years old, right on the line of thirty.

The referee had already shouted "Start," but neither of them moved. Yan Ziming was observing his opponent, while the other man was spouting nonsense: "Remember this, the person who defeated you is called..."

"OK, he's a noob, next."

As soon as Yan Ziming finished speaking, the man was horrified to find that he had somehow ended up kneeling on the ground, his right thigh muscles twitching uncontrollably, unable to exert any force.

When did this happen?!

He looked up and saw Yan Ziming standing right in front of him, his fingers tapping on the phone, his threatening intent radiating outwards without any attempt to conceal it.

The man's face was ashen, like a wilted eggplant, and he managed to utter, "I admit defeat..."

After easily dispatching a minor opponent, Yan Ziming indifferently looked at his next opponent, who was also the winner of the previous match.

It's worth noting that each group's matches are held simultaneously on two separate arenas. For example, A and B, C and D, will compete together. After the winners are determined, the winners from the two arenas will fight each other, and so on, to determine the final ranking based on points.

Therefore, Yan Ziming will face the winner of the first round in the second round, a seeded player from a long-established industrial powerhouse in the European Union, a high-level superhuman—Frederic!

His special ability is unknown; all that is known is that he is at the seventh level of strength. However, since he was able to become a seeded player, he must have some extraordinary abilities.

"start!"

With a whoosh, Yan Ziming's figure darted out, leaving behind lingering lightning. Like a bullet, Yan Ziming shot towards Frederick.

With a single wave of his hand, Frederick halted Yan Ziming's advance, sending him flying backward.

"Ok?"

Yan Ziming exclaimed in surprise. Just now, it seemed as if an invisible force enveloped her body and dragged her backward, leaving her no time to react.

An electromagnetic barrier was deployed, isolating the omnipresent interference. At the same time, blue-purple light waves flowed across Yan Ziming's body, preventing him from being blown away again.

All of this happened in an instant, and the next moment, Frederick burst through the air with a sonic boom. Just from the prelude, you could tell that if you were hit hard, you would definitely not be able to take it well.

Before landing, Yan Ziming chose to evade, but just as she was about to make a move, her body strangely floated upwards uncontrollably, which greatly surprised her.

However, she was not a flower grown in a greenhouse, and she quickly came up with a solution.

Several arcs of electricity shot out from her waist and connected to the super alloy on the ground. With the help of electromagnetic force, Yan Ziming's body fell rapidly.

Before it even landed, another attack came.

The electromagnetic barrier was struck hard and caved inward, then suddenly rebounded, arcing with electricity. Frederick, however, simply took a step back, his body seemingly defying the laws of mechanics, and slammed into it again with an impact no less severe than before.

At this moment, Yan Ziming understood what his special ability was.

gravity.

Forces are reciprocal. Her electromagnetic barrier was hit with a force comparable to that of the tyrant's punch. According to mechanics, it should have experienced a considerable reaction force. Even when it first encountered the tyrant, it could not launch such a continuous attack as Fred Enric. Otherwise, Yan Zimo's electromagnetic barrier would not have been able to defend against the tyrant's continuous attacks at that time.

But Frederick defied this common sense and kept bombarding her. If Yan Ziming hadn't broken through to the eighth rank, he would have been in big trouble facing such heavy blows.

Yan Ziming's right hand was stained with lightning, dazzlingly bright. Then she pushed out with her palm. At that moment, Frederick's fist arrived. The electromagnetic barrier instantly disappeared, and his fist made violent contact with Yan Ziming's slender palm.

boom--

Blue-purple lightning illuminated the sky and earth, crackling and scattering. Frederick was covered in lightning, his entire body turning almost blue-purple. He was thrown backward, staggering as he landed, nearly falling to the ground.

Yan Ziming stood there, looking at Frederick with an air of arrogance, completely unaffected, and smiled at him: "Want to come again?"

"Humph!"

Frederick snorted, and yellow light filled the arena. Yan Zimo felt his body suddenly become nearly a hundred times heavier, making it difficult to move and even to lift his hand. The lightning on his body flickered, clearly indicating that he was under considerable pressure.

The Sixty-Eighth Palm: A Huge Contrast

The human body alone cannot directly confront a realm; even an eighth-level expert cannot. The only way is to fight against it through energy.

Thunder Realm!

The blue-purple light instantly eclipsed the yellow light. Lightning crisscrossed the gravity field, which was more than a hundred times stronger than normal, tearing out cracks and creating a safe zone. Yan Ziming was now free to move around.

"The quality of your domain is terrible, it's far inferior to mine! I'm still too young."

Yan Ziming shook his head inwardly. In battles between high-level ability users, the realm of power accounts for a large part of the success or failure. If one's realm is inferior to the other's, then the scales of victory have already begun to tip.

Moreover, Yan Ziming's domain quality is currently at the eighth level, but its output power is temporarily maintained at the seventh level under her control.

Yan Ziming pushed forward with both palms, and the Thunder Domain suddenly expanded, pushing the area it occupied forward a distance and gaining the advantage. Frederick could only barely parry and prevent the lightning from striking him.

Not wanting to reveal his strength any further, Yan Ziming took a step forward, and the entire arena was immediately enveloped in light patterns, with rings of blue-purple light flowing around, instantly maximizing the momentum of the Thunder Realm.

"drink!!!"

Frederick's face was flushed, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and veins bulged on his temples. He was clearly using all his strength to resist the invasion of the Thunder Domain.

At the same time, he pointed out, and a gravity halo appeared under Yan Ziming's feet, rapidly rising to his waist, like a dividing line, with different scenes appearing on the upper and lower sides.

Enveloped by the gravity halo, Yan Ziming felt two completely opposite forces of gravity pulling at her body, trying to split her in two!

At the same time, the halo itself has a repulsive force, which, combined with gravity, tries to penetrate into its body.

This must be his signature move, right?