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

boom--

The sound barrier shattered instantly, and the ear-piercing sound was like glass being ground into bricks, emitting a devilish howl. A portion of the lightning dissipated!

The giant hammer severed his hand, and the moment it was thrown out, the space itself caved in, the air solidified to the extreme, as if it had been drained by the hammer, forming a massive storm no less powerful than a blue-purple aura!

In addition, after throwing the giant hammer, the steel giant quickly ran forward for more than ten meters, leaped into the air to a height of 100 meters, and fell like a meteor.

Before Yan Ziming could regain his balance, he was forced to the ground by a terrifying wind pressure. He barely opened his eyes in the strong wind and saw a gray shadow pressing down on him with destructive force.

The electromagnetic barrier held out for only a second before being crushed by the wind pressure of the giant hammer, which then rushed straight towards Yan Zimo as if it were an empty place.

Even if she's an eighth-tier cultivator, taking that hit would turn her into a pile of minced meat, right?

But it was too late for her to dodge. Raikiri was held horizontally in front of her, its blue-purple color wrapping around her body. She nimbly spun around in place, striking an upward-sweeping pose.

An arc appeared from the tip of the knife and surrounded her. Dense bolts of lightning within the arc obscured Yan Ziming's figure, and time seemed to slow down instantly.

The giant hammer cleaved through the air, a gray 'meteor' appeared in the sky, the eyes of the audience on and off the stage were filled with the swirling of energy within the body.

Ding--

The arc collided with the heavy hammer, producing a crisp, explosive sound, and the atmosphere instantly became deathly silent.

Behind the calm lies the harbinger of an impending cataclysmic and terrifying upheaval!

The explosive shockwave erupted at the point of impact between the giant hammer and the arc, causing the super alloy arena to cave in several meters, creating a large circular crater. Barol, who was falling at high speed to finish off the opponent, was also blown away by this extremely powerful shockwave and had to temporarily avoid the attack.

The giant hammer, with a density comparable to diamond, shattered into countless pieces of iron, each deeply embedded in the arena, its power no less than that of a super-heavy machine gun.

The next second, the protective energy surrounding Yan Ziming shattered into countless specks of light, which floated backward and fell onto her waterfall-like black hair and body, adding to her imposing presence and making her look brave and invincible.

Three Steps to the Holy Realm!

When Mo Xin was on the island last time, she blocked You Ming's almost full-force attack with her seventh-level strength. It was an absolute defensive divine skill!

Several months later, Yan Ziming had already learned this move from Mo Xin, but in the end, he only learned the form and not the spirit.

After all, such a skill requires several years of practice and even mastering it is difficult.

However, it turns out that Liu Mengxian's teaching ability is quite good.

Anyone who has witnessed Liu Mengxian's personal demonstration will feel enlightened, just like Yan Ziming, and will incorporate their own insights into it, thus completely mastering the divine essence of the 'Three Steps to the Sacred Realm'.

That flick of the wrist revealed the demeanor of a master.

"Amazing, they managed to resolve that."

Mo Sheng on the podium nodded in satisfaction. Even if she herself had done that, it wouldn't have been much different. Yan Ziming's performance had greatly exceeded her expectations.

"Ziqing, Ziqing, Ziqing—" "Baror, Baror, Baror—"

A wave of cheers for Yan Ziming and Barol had already swept through the arena, while the audience had forgotten about some nobody who was only at the seventh rank.

Barol achieved his goal, successfully halting Yan Zimo's growing momentum, but he himself was not doing well.

He had just used his domain technique, and he used all his strength. Combined with the domain he used to resist Yan Ziming, he had used up nearly 40% of his energy.

On the other hand, Yan Ziming didn't even inflict any decent injuries on her, so their side was definitely at a disadvantage.

Moreover, Barol never forgot that the Raichi in Yan Zimo's hand, which had not yet unleashed its true ferocity, was their greatest threat.

"Is this the power of an eighth-tier being...?"

After breaking through to the eighth rank, Yan Ziming, who was fighting with all his might for the first time, clenched his fist, seemingly feeling that the scene was somewhat dreamlike and unreal.

She, who used to be dominated by Barol, has now turned the tables and truly vented her anger!

However, things still don't seem quite right...

Then... let the lightning strike even harder!

Yan Ziming's pupils were tinged with a blue-purple light, which transformed into specks of ghostly light. His fighting spirit soared to its peak, and even his hair was tinged with a blue-purple light, each strand crystal clear and moving without wind, as if a banished immortal had descended.

If you look closely, you'll find that her hair is no longer solid; it seems to be made of lightning, cheering for the arrival of the ruler.

Along with this sight, the Thunder Realm, which had been extinguished in the collision, reappeared in a dazzling display, even more vast and awe-inspiring than before.

"Mo Xin!"

"okay!"

A response came from within the Raikiri. Yan Zimo was not fighting alone; there was also Mo Xin, whose destructive power was extremely strong!

Mo Xin condensed all her energy into this attack, which was equivalent to two high-level lightning-type ability users merging together to unleash their full power, achieving an effect beyond one plus one. This also made Yan Zimo's momentum rise even higher.

With his right arm raised, Yan Zimo lifted the Thunder Cutter above his head. As if he had heard the monarch's call, the Thunder Domain flowed into the Thunder Cutter like a torrent of water, forming a sword that could cleave the heavens and slash down at Balor and the others.

The most terrifying aura spread out, threatening to destroy this world and utterly annihilate this place!

——Totally unique

Barol gasped. He never imagined that Yan Ziming had blocked his full-force attack without using any domain techniques. The fangs she was now displaying were the most ferocious of all!

With a single strike, the heavens and earth trembled, unleashing its unique light in all directions, like celestial light descending from the heavens, forming a vast world of thunder, destroying everything, leveling everything and turning it into dust.

Rumble

It was as if the Thunder God was beating thunder and drums, with billions of crimson clouds and endless radiance, the blue-purple glow illuminating the past, present, and future, eternally present.

In an instant, the whole world was illuminated. Many people couldn't open their eyes, and those who could saw only endless light, unable to see anything else.

Chapter Eighty: Stopping

The violent energy filling the arena was already at the ninth level. The protective shield, which had just stabilized, was almost blown away. Fortunately, it was stopped in time, and the power was turned up to the maximum level before it finally calmed down.

This scene made many observant people's eyelids twitch.

Some of them were caused by Yan Ziming's sudden outburst. The destructive power was so great that it made the other contestants tremble. I wonder what the scene was like at the very center of the lightning explosion.

But politicians, military experts, and high-ranking officials from various countries are more concerned about the excellent defensive performance of the United States Shield.

Judging from previous performances, the energy level of this protective shield can be adjusted at any time. If this were used in a war between nations, it would be a nightmare for the enemy!

If the eighth rank is still within the realm of humanity, then reaching the ninth rank is not an exaggeration to say that it's like a fish leaping over the dragon gate.

The power of a strike from a ninth-tier expert is already unmatched by many conventional weapons. Some ninth-tier experts with excessively strong attack power can unleash energy comparable to a neutron bomb with a yield of several thousand tons when they unleash their full power.

For example, Yanshan, which was transformed into a mountain unicorn in the Yongjing Military Administrative Region, could crush even the thickest hills into soil with a single palm strike, causing the surrounding area to collapse within a radius of ten miles.

Although Yan Ziming is not yet at that level, the power of this attack is no less than that of ten ballistic missiles exploding simultaneously. If it were the previous SS-class Tyrant, it would have been almost certain death to take this hit head-on.

Such an attack was blocked by the protective shield, which would be invincible in war!

The nuclear balance among major powers could even be broken!

However, these are not the main concerns for the audience; what they care about most is the result of the match.

The blue-purple light gradually faded, and the audience saw everything that happened on the stage.

The steel giant that Barol had transformed into was kneeling on one knee on the arena, his eyes flashing with horror. The blade of the Heaven-Opening Sword that Yan Zimo was holding had already cut into the steel giant's shoulder, slicing diagonally from the left shoulder to the lower right, almost splitting him in two.

Where the light blade had cut, a blue-purple mixed with orange-red light appeared, gradually spreading to the steel giant's body. The steel body turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace. If the cut had gone any deeper, his head would have been completely destroyed by the high temperature, and then he would have really died.

Yan Ziming didn't want to kill him, but the light blade was blocked by a delicate, white hand. Endless celestial light from the far north flowed through the hand, constantly dissolving the energy of the light blade. The owner of the hand was none other than Mo Sheng, who should have been on the podium.

"He has already lost, so show him mercy."

Mo Sheng's cool voice echoed in the stadium, showing no favoritism towards either side.

Barol's eyes dimmed. He had almost been cleaved in two by Yan Zimo once again. Although he was not sure if the person in front of him was actually Yan Zimo, he still subconsciously regarded her as Yan Zimo.

Last time, he was saved from disaster by the protection of the gods, which made him even more loyal to the so-called gods.

This time, however, he only felt a humiliation that was enough to make him die of shame and indignation!

He was actually saved by a high-ranking official from a country that their organization hated to the core, and barely managed to stay alive!

All traces of refined gentlemanly manners had vanished from his face, replaced by an endless ferocity, like a monstrous beast ready to devour its prey.

But even this behemoth's eyes betrayed its terror, and its steely skin trembled slightly. After all, it had almost died!

That was terrifying! It felt like it was going to shred his soul. Could anyone below the ninth rank really withstand an attack of that magnitude?!

Even the Sandstone Dragon, known for its defense, would probably be forced to kneel after taking this hit.

Do you have any objections to this decision?

Mo Sheng glanced coldly at Baror, whose resentment towards her was obvious and she could feel it clearly.

If it weren't for the fear that Yan Ziming would lose her qualification for the competition due to manslaughter, preventing her from fighting her best friend Mu Mu and thus resolving Mu Mu's inner conflict, Mo Sheng would have simply let Balor fend for himself.

Now, if Barol dares to say "no" again, Mo Sheng will immediately let go of the light blade, and then his life or death will be left to fate.

Although he wanted to say that he "could fight again," it was actually impossible. If Mo Sheng let go of his hand, he would almost certainly die. Barol was in a terrible dilemma.

"We throw in the towel."

As Barol pondered, Druan spoke for him, and Barol's eyes widened in surprise.

One of the rules of the doubles competition is that if either of the two players concedes defeat, the entire team is disqualified.

Barol was filled with the flames of anger. He couldn't understand why his comrade was the first to betray him, but he still chose to walk off the ring with Druan first and question him later.

“You shouldn’t keep fighting to the death here. Don’t forget the will of the gods.” Druan patted Balor on the shoulder, and his words calmed down Balor’s overwhelming resentment.

Yes! They came here to carry out the will of the gods, how can they act rashly because of personal grudges?