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

With so many opportunities, Fia could have attacked her a dozen times over, but she didn't make a move. She just followed Youlan closely, silently watching her.

Youlan gritted her teeth, realizing that Fia was toying with her. Her eyes flashed with blue light, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of ice blades appeared in mid-air, all pointing at Fia and launching a fierce attack.

Later, the ice blades grew larger and larger, turning into huge blocks of ice that smashed into various dents. Fia weaved through them, leaving a series of afterimages without a single leaf touching her.

Compared to Youlan's combat skills, Fia's level is undoubtedly much higher. She has no set routines at all, and every time she makes a move, she cleverly seizes the loopholes in Youlan's attacks, occasionally touching her body through the defensive net.

That's right, it's just touching it.

Sometimes he would pinch her firm, elastic chest, sometimes he would stroke her smooth, round thighs forcefully, a frivolous smile always on his face.

Youlan had never been treated so lightly by anyone other than Zhiruo, even though the other person was a girl. She immediately pressed her lips together and defended herself with all her might.

The sub-zero temperatures seemed to have no effect on her; her speed was unaffected in the slightest, even faster than a real gale. She swept past suddenly, untouchable, ungraspable, appearing and disappearing without a trace.

Mu Mu, watching from below the stage, couldn't help but show a surprised expression. Judging from this, this girl named Fia had already grasped the true essence of the wind element. Her talent was extraordinary!

If she could regain her own will, she would be no less than Yan Ziming.

Judging from this, she must have forged her own path in her domain. I wonder what kind of path it is?

"Hey~~ really nothing to reveal?"

Fia appeared behind Youlan as if by teleportation, and pinched her cheek. Just as Youlan was about to retaliate, Fia blew in like a gust of wind and poked Youlan in the chest with a speed that Youlan could not react to.

The fingertip struck the spot that was Youlan's weakest and most sensitive point. The sudden and intense stimulation almost made Youlan cry out, but a slight tremor still escaped her throat.

The sound was very faint, but it was so obvious to Fia, a wind-type ability user who was good at detecting air vibrations.

"Huh~~ I'm actually feeling something during my opponent's interrogation, how embarrassing..."

Fia giggled, a blush rising to her delicate face.

So that's what she meant by 'interrogation'.

Youlan has now realized that the two sides are not even on the same level. The fact that the other party can move so easily in her own domain means that the other party must have an overwhelming advantage in strength.

What level would someone be toying with a seventh-tier expert like this?

Eighth level!

Not only Youlan, but everyone outside the arena also realized this point. This is the fourth eighth-level powerhouse under the age of thirty to appear after Mu Mu, Yan Zimo and Balor, which far exceeds everyone's imagination.

"I surrender."

Youlan sighed deeply. She realized how ridiculous her idea of ​​weakening Fia's strength had been. She had used all her skills, but Fia hadn't even gotten serious yet.

"Tch~~ This is boring. Why are you giving up so easily?"

Fia sighed, seemingly still not quite satisfied with the battle, and stood on the ring, waiting for her next opponent.

"As an eighth-rank individual, is it fun to bully a junior like this?"

A cool voice suddenly came from behind her. Fia turned around and smiled, "Nice to meet you. My master has been paying close attention to you!"

"Your master? Oh... Mandala... a very good lightning-type ability user." Mo Xin looked enlightened and spoke in a senior's tone.

Fia frowned. Mo Xin's tone displeased her; her Gabu-chan was not someone an outsider could comment on.

Chapter Ninety-One Decay

Fia narrowed her eyes slightly. "So you must be really good?"

"I wouldn't dare... I'm just a lowly seventh-tier soldier," Mo Xin said calmly, then smiled again. "But if you want to beat me, it won't be as easy as it was before!"

After saying that, Mo Xin's fighting spirit soared, like a sharp sword just drawn from its sheath, its edge exposed. Fia suddenly felt a cutting sensation on her skin, but when she looked down, she was fine, as if what she had just felt was just an illusion.

At this moment, the referee's countdown ended, and he shouted "Start!"

Fia was on high alert, her restrained aura steadily rising. As she focused, a storm arose around her, like a howling wind blowing from a cave.

Although Fia was very unhappy with Mo Xin's tone, she was right about one thing.

—Winning against her won't be that easy.

Mo Xin possesses unique characteristics not found in other seventh-tier experts, posing a significant threat to eighth-tier powerhouses. This was evident in her previous battle with Baror.

She is now experiencing it firsthand.

Without a sound, Fia's body disappeared from the spot, as if she had turned into a gust of wind and blew past Mo Xin's face.

However, as the gust of wind passed Mo Xin, it "whooshed" and neatly split into two halves, blowing past Mo Xin on both sides, and Fia's figure reappeared twenty meters away from Mo Xin.

Fia frowned.

If she hadn't sensed the danger beforehand and dodged in time, she probably would have been split in two like that gust of wind.

"You really do have something special. Anyone who wants to fight you in close combat is just asking for trouble."

Fia licked her lips, and a small vortex appeared beneath her feet, lifting her into the air and keeping a safe distance from Mo Xin.

After just one attempt, she realized that the only way to fight Mo Xin was through energy attacks. In close combat, even if there were a hundred of her, they would only be easy prey.

Woohoo——

Gusts of wind, as solid as a storm, began to violently strike Mo Xin, only to be cleaved in two before her eyes, no matter how fierce the gale was.

The lack of a solid form is usually an advantage of the wind element, but it becomes a major disadvantage when facing Mo Xin.

But... the wind is raging.

The crisis was also hidden in the strong wind.

Mo Xin was in the eye of the storm when she suddenly tilted her head to the right. A strand of her hair flew up on its own and, before it was blown away by the wind, it turned into specks of light and disappeared.

Fia frowned slightly at this scene. What was the principle behind it?

Regardless, it's an undeniable fact that my attack worked just now, so let's keep going at this momentum!

The surrounding winds began to rage even more violently, and from time to time, a cut would appear out of thin air on the super alloy ground. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and a human face could be reflected on it.

Mo Xin had no time to pay attention to any of this; she was focused on dealing with the unseen 'enemy'.

The gale surrounding the entire arena was already incredibly powerful, but beneath the surface, invisible wind blades were drifting with the wind. They were well hidden within the gale, silently approaching, and Mo Xin could only sense them when they got close enough.

The most deadly thing is that these wind blades can also be generated out of thin air, just like a spatial rift suddenly tearing open next to her, making them very difficult to dodge.

Mo Xin kept dodging, and occasionally blue-purple light fragments would burst out from her body and then return, affecting her hair, clothes, and skin.

Can't wait!

Mo Xin clasped her hands together, and lightning gathered in her palms. In an instant, it all exploded, the lightning raging wildly and the roar deafening.

Her goal wasn't to launch an attack, but rather... infiltration!

It was visible to the naked eye that some lightning had been drawn into the gale, and Mo Xin was using this lightning to disrupt the formation of the wind.

Then a very strange scene unfolded on the field—the storm that swept across the entire field suddenly started leaking air!

The storm, which had originally formed a fixed path, developed hundreds of gaps of varying sizes, through which airflow escaped. The gaps widened, and eventually, the gale could no longer move and instead became turbulent airflow that scattered in all directions.

The proverb "A thousand-mile dike can be destroyed by an ant hole" illustrates this point.

With initial success, Mo Xin was about to take further action when a black sky appeared in her field of vision, and she could hear Fia's cold voice.

"The ancient wind that blows across the land year-round..."

The wind picked up again, but Mo Xin's pupils shrank suddenly, and her expression became extremely solemn.

It was a bleak and fierce wind, howling past, painting a picture of black death, like a void storm, or the fear brought by the arrival of the apocalypse.

It was just a gust of wind that brushed against Mo Xin's cheek, cutting her in two. This was a very dangerous distance; before, they had kept a distance of more than three feet.

"What kind of wind is this?"

Yan Ziming, sitting in the audience, felt something was strange. Was this really the wind?

Since there were too few reference points on the arena, the phenomena that appeared on the super alloy ground were among the few things that could be observed. After the black, demonic wind blew through the ground, the material became soft, rust spots appeared, and many other substances also appeared.

This is clearly a sign that the ground has been corroded.

Mu Mu's knowledge was clearly broader than Yan Zimo's: "If this is the path she has chosen, then her path must be the autumn of the four seasons."

"Autumn in the Four Seasons?"

"All things decay and the world is desolate. This is part of the meaning of autumn, but I always feel that it has gone astray... The wind that blows out has no breath of life, only death."

Mu Mu thought for a while and then corrected herself, "Oh dear~ it shouldn't be called the autumn of the four seasons, but rather something closer to 'decay'!"

"Rotten...this isn't good for Mo Xin..." Yan Ziming said worriedly.

Spiritual beings are most afraid of things like corrosion, including the extremely yin and evil aura on that fake Qiongqi last time, which caused significant damage to Mo Xin.

This kind of loss is fundamental, so if we can avoid it altogether, we should never give it any chance to stick to us.

Mo Xin's knowledge was no less than Mu Mu's, and perhaps even more so. She also sensed the threat of the black wind, and her entire body was crackling with lightning. The dazzling blue-purple light made the black wind nowhere to hide.

"call--"

Lightning and Black Wind clashed head-on, but Black Wind was not an extremely yin and evil creature like Qiongqi. Lightning could not restrain Black Wind as it had before. Although its 'quality' was no less than its opponent's, its 'quantity' was inferior.

After all, she was only at the seventh rank, and there was an insurmountable gap between her and the eighth-rank Fia. Her greatest advantage was also avoided by Fia, who never came down from the air.

She's not a god, and her agility in the air can't possibly compare to that of a phoenix-type ability user. If she rashly goes up, she'll just get riddled with bullets.

The range of the lightning was squeezed smaller and smaller by the black wind. Every now and then, a wisp of black wind would slip through the defensive net and blow onto Mo Xin, making her body somewhat unstable.