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

Bolts of lightning shot out from the spear, each one like a raging dragon, spewing out a sky full of lightning light, piercing the Purple Lightning Realm with countless holes!

The black gold spear forcefully shattered everything in its path and charged straight in. The spearhead emitted a blazing light, like a killing intent that had traveled through eternity. Mandala's expression immediately changed.

In her eyes, it was as if she saw a spear piercing her chest, pinning her to the ground, unable to break free no matter how hard she struggled, her eyes filled with resentment.

However, her honor did not allow her to admit defeat; the only option she could take was to fight!

Hyde had already stood up to prepare to save her. Mandala was a member of the United States, and such a gifted talent had to be protected. The future of the United States still needed her to shoulder the burden.

However, just as he was about to make a move, he seemed to sense something and stopped, but still stood in place, ready to strike at any moment.

Within sight—

Mandala swallowed the entire Purple Lightning Domain into her mouth to the limit of what she could do, then spat it out. The purple lightning, like glass, converged into a very small area, colliding with the spear just before it touched her!

It all sounds like a long story, but it actually only took a moment.

"clang--"

This strike was so powerful it was like a ghost's wail, the metallic tremor causing the 'sky' separating the arena from the audience to shake violently, showing signs of shattering.

The staff simply stopped being coy and went straight to maximum power, even though such consumption would be astronomical, because they couldn't afford to take responsibility if even one audience member had a problem.

As if there was a network delay, a shockwave was generated at the center of the collision between the Purple Lightning Glaze and the Black Gold Spear. The ground sank more than ten meters, and the rolling sound waves even penetrated the protective shield and reached the outside. Many people were so shocked that they covered their ears and felt dizzy.

Fortunately, the sound waves were greatly weakened when they passed through the protective shield; otherwise, the sound waves alone would have caused huge casualties among the audience.

As the air and sound waves surged, it was as if another neutron bomb had exploded on the field. The audience, already experienced in dealing with this situation, closed their eyes and waited for the intense light to fade.

"Pfft—" Mandala spat out a mouthful of blood and slammed into the protective shield like a cannonball, before falling to the ground after the gust of wind subsided.

She was too close; the sharp crack seemed to shatter her internal organs. Blood flowed from her earlobes, her bones ached terribly, and her muscles suffered varying degrees of damage.

Yan Ziming, who was farther away, was also not feeling well. His blood and qi were surging inside his body, flowing like the raging waves of the Yangtze River, making a series of thunderous sounds. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and a blazing light was hidden on his body surface, almost bursting out of his body. He staggered back more than ten steps before he could barely stand up, and his face was a little pale.

She didn't seem to be doing well, but she managed to stand firm and turned her gaze toward Mandala.

Mandala seemed to sense that Yan Ziming was looking at her, and she screamed in her heart, "Stand up—", but her weak arms could not move at all.

She managed to turn her head to look ahead, but her vision was blurry, so she closed one eye, which made things much clearer.

She saw the beautiful legs encased in tattered black stockings, and then, lifting her head slightly, she saw the inside of the girl's absolute territory. She stared there blankly, without moving.

"What, are you excited?"

Mandala's gaze was almost tangible. Yan Ziming blushed slightly, squatted down, and asked playfully, but her tone revealed a hint of concern.

"If you've got the guts, don't leave after the competition. As long as you're still in the United States, I'll use every despicable means to capture you and give you a good beating with all sorts of equipment!"

Unable to match Yan Ziming's strength, Mandala became somewhat self-destructive, spouting harsh words to maintain appearances and hoping to salvage Yan Ziming's pride by seeing her exasperated state.

"Sure, if you have the ability."

These words spurred Mandala to stand up and show her what she was made of, but her body betrayed her, and a sharp pain shot through her body, making her wince in agony.

"I'm the one who should be tormenting you now. Go back and keep your little maid company!"

Yan Ziming smiled and looked at the referee, asking him to announce the result. However, Manchaluo felt that it was better to say it herself than to have someone else admit defeat, so she spoke before the referee could: "I concede."

"..."

There was a moment of silence, and then—

Cheers erupted from the stands, as did countless people watching on television screens, whether they were eating, at work, or among the soldiers, all cheering for Yan Ziming's victory.

However, the people of the United States are not like that.

Initially, they thought that Mu Mu, Yan Zimo, and Balor would monopolize the spots in this Civilization Cup, and they didn't have much hope for the United States players. However, in the semi-finals, Mancharo and Fia from the United States both displayed their eighth-tier combat power, which really boosted their self-esteem for a while.

At the time, they still felt a sense of pride, thinking, "This is the Cup of Civilization hosted by the United States!" How could they let outsiders steal the glory?

But now their self-esteem has been shattered again. They were given hope first, and then despair. This high and low feeling is just like the many aspects of life.

Mandala was carried away by the medical staff of the Lofeel conglomerate to the medical room to share a similar plight with Fia.

Considering the time interval, the organizers specially set aside a 15-minute break for Mu Mu and Yan Ziming, hoping they would create an even more exciting match.

Chapter Ninety-Eight Celestial Phenomena

That being said, fifteen minutes is not enough time for Yan Ziming to recover much of his condition. No battle between eighth-level experts is easy, and the consumption of energy is also enormous.

As expected of a mandala!

In terms of strength, she is definitely stronger than Fia. The powerful destructive force of lightning is something that Fia's wind has never possessed. Under the same level, Fia would have a hard time defeating her.

If I hadn't been far away at the last moment, I probably would have been seriously injured, instead of just bleeding a little bit.

While she wouldn't collapse like Mandala, she would certainly be in much worse shape. So what would she use to fight Mu Mu?

Even after Mandala unleashed the full power of his lightning spear and exhausted his domain technique, he was still able to block it completely, demonstrating top-tier strength.

Although she was injured and lost, she left a deep impression on Yan Ziming.

This was Yan Ziming's first time fighting someone with a similar ability to hers, who was also a lightning-type user. After this battle, she had many feelings.

For example, that lifelike thunder dragon.

The fact that the chaotic, disorderly, and extremely violent lightning could condense into such a stable lightning dragon was something Yan Ziming had never expected.

Perhaps this is the path that Mandala has chosen?

Ye Qianxue leaned against Yan Ziming's back at some point and said softly:

"Big sister, do your best! Qianxue's future is all in your hands!"

The future she was referring to was naturally where she would be when she and Mu Mu shared the same bed.

"Fool, you have to seize the future yourself. You can't rely on others, not even me."

Yan Ziming affectionately pinched her cheek and said with a smile.

"I'll set a goal for you... even just once. I hope you can beat Mu Mu on your own, in any way."

"Eh—" Ye Qianxue let out a long cry with a slight tremor, as if recalling the fear of being completely dominated by Mu Mu over the years.

"She's not a bad person, why are you so afraid of her?"

Ye Qianxue's reaction was so unusual that Yan Ziming couldn't help but complain.

"Who are you afraid of, my good disciple?" Mu Mu's voice suddenly rang out. Ye Qianxue trembled and turned her head, forcing a smile, "No, nothing."

"Sigh..." Seeing her younger sister's timid appearance in front of Mu Mu, Yan Ziming sighed. It seemed that she was really completely suppressed by Mu Mu.

"Little Momo, why are you sighing again?"

"It's nothing."

Yan Ziming's answer was exactly the same as Ye Qianxue's, but his aura was completely different from Ye Qianxue's. Mu Mu's eyes lit up when he saw it.

"If you don't want to talk, I'll bully you until you do."

"Do you think I'm Fia? Lightning and wind are two completely different levels of superpowers. Didn't you see that in the fight just now? You think you can beat me like she did? No way!" Yan Ziming said irritably.

"Even the best superpower needs a good person to wield it to unleash its full potential," Mu Mu said meaningfully.

Am I not good enough?

"No, you did very well, better than anyone else. My little Momo is the best!"

Mu Mu's words were clearly a compliment to Yan Zimo, but Yan Zimo felt that she sensed something else in them.

"Then what do you mean by what you just said?"

"It's nothing. Compared to a few years ago, you've really changed a lot, so much. You've matured in every way~~"

Mu Mu glanced meaningfully at Yan Ziming's ample chest, then said with a lingering relish, "..." Yan Ziming immediately covered her chest, looking at her warily. Seeing her adorable expression, Mu Mu then said seriously:

"...But, little Momo, you lack a belief, a belief that aligns with lightning."

"The belief of lightning?" Yan Ziming repeated in confusion, not understanding what Mu Mu was talking about.

"These things are only pale and powerless to be expressed in words; only actions can truly demonstrate their meaning."

After a long silence, Mu Mu broke the ice: "Actually, there's a reason why I asked you to participate in the Civilization Cup and why I wanted you to go all out whenever we met..."

Before Mu Mu could reveal the reason, Yan Ziming stopped her: "No, you don't need to say it. I've already guessed it."

Just then, Sun Jie's voice rang out: "Fifteen minutes are up. Please come up on stage within five minutes."

Yan Ziming shook her head. Fifteen minutes had passed so quickly; she hadn't recovered much yet, and it was about to begin.

Mu Mu looked directly at Yan Ziming: "Do you want me to give you some time to recover?"

"No need, I will do my best, so don't worry."

Yan Ziming refused Mu Mu's offer. It was his own fault that he couldn't defeat Mandala with minimal losses, so he would just have to take the blame.

Moreover, recovery happens in an instant.

After a brief moment of planning, Yan Ziming and Mu Mu stepped onto the arena together, within the five-minute time limit.

The spectators didn't dare to breathe loudly, afraid of disturbing the two players on the field, while the referee's voice remained clear.

"Three, two, one, the match begins!" The referee's voice seemed a little excited; he was also very concerned about this highly anticipated duel.

"call--"