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

[Hmm... Xian'er said it's about relying on the instantaneous burst of lightning... instantaneous burst... Ah! The idea of ​​using the Spear of Victory should work, right?]

Yan Ziming suddenly opened her eyes, and an extremely terrifying pressure spread out from her body for hundreds of meters.

This oppressive force was like a sharp spear piercing through the body, or like the annihilation of heavenly might. Everyone present instantly collapsed to the ground as if they had encountered a raging flood or a ferocious beast, their legs and feet becoming weak and unsteady. Even some people with superpowers were affected.

This oppression came quickly and went quickly, lasting only a moment, so quickly that people didn't even know who did it, but it left the deepest shadow in everyone's hearts.

There is only one reason why the pressure dissipated so quickly, and that is—

"Fairy, fairy fairy fairy!"

Opening his eyes, he saw that stunningly beautiful face that haunted his dreams again, and Yan Ziming lost his composure once more, staggering back a few steps.

Her appearance makes it hard to believe that she is the same person who left a terrifying shadow on everyone.

Liu Mengxian sighed, but with an air of elegance, "As expected... Mo'er, your composure..."

Yan Ziming knows what happened next without me having to say it. He had been mentioned by Xian'er before, who said that his willpower was very poor, extremely poor!

"Xian'er, why did you suddenly come here...?"

"Because you're here?" Liu Mengxian said.

Yan Ziming coughed lightly, "Ahem, well... I'm still in military training, so..."

"You continue, I'll just watch."

Liu Mengxian seemed to have no intention of leaving, as if she was about to see the end of the matter.

She wanted to test Yan Ziming's composure.

Yan Ziming's lips twitched. "You're staring straight at me. How can a ghost stay calm and stand at attention like that?"

Just then, Yan Ziming's savior arrived. Oh no, it can't really be called a savior; it's more like he got Yan Ziming out of a predicament. But Yan Ziming not only wouldn't repay him, he would also give him a good beating.

Because that person was Fang He.

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Infinite Pattern System

It was completely dark by then, around 6:30 p.m., and dinnertime was fast approaching.

He was accompanied by a military officer who appeared to be of a high rank, and the instructors around him saluted him when they saw him.

After a brief discussion, the officer and Meng Shaojun, who was serving as the instructor, seemed to have reached an agreement. The officer then used the communicator to call all the instructors to assemble and gather the students.

By the way, this refers to all students, all of them.

"What did that guy do?"

Yan Ziming became curious. Since that person was brought by Fang He, she naturally assumed that Fang He was the one responsible.

A high-level superhuman has a wide network of connections, ranging from ordinary people to high-ranking government officials. It is perfectly normal for Fang He to know several high-ranking officials.

Yan Ziming may not have a wide network of connections, but they are all big shots, such as the five pillars of China, Mu Mu, Li Haoyi, Meng Shaojun, etc. If any of them stomped their feet, the entire Bei'an would be shaken.

The stronger you are, the more high-level the circles you can come into contact with.

Therefore, Yan Ziming suspected that the officer had made some kind of agreement with Fang He and was now putting it into action.

Tens of thousands of people were crammed into a playground, forming a large rectangle. However, there was an open space in the middle of the rectangle, about 100 meters long and wide, and it was unclear what it was for.

The officer then stood on the northernmost platform and clearly transmitted his voice through the loudspeakers that were spread throughout the venue.

"Students, are you tired?"

"......"

"Speak up! Are you mute? Huh?! I'll give you another hour of practice, you believe me? You won't get dinner either!"

Seeing that no one spoke, the officer seemed to have expected this, as it was a common topic of discussion.

"It's not hard at all!"

Tens of thousands of people shouted together, creating a powerful and impressive atmosphere, but this was clearly not what they really meant. Military training is never easy.

But they dared not. If they told the truth, they would be giving the instructors an excuse to torture them to death!

"Good, you're in good spirits, and you're shouting quite loudly." The officer nodded in satisfaction. "Before dinner, here's a little 'appetizer' for you!"

Upon hearing this, the students were filled with despair. They didn't believe that these cunning instructors could offer them anything good as an appetizer.

Guess what it is: squats? Or push-ups?

"I know you all probably think this appetizer is some kind of physical training, but let me tell you, it's not!"

The officer seemed to have guessed what they were thinking and then said, "Would you like to see a man's romance?"

"miss you!"

Without fully understanding what the officer meant, the students blurted out their thoughts, wanting nothing more than to get to food, rest, and end this damned military training.

"Okay, then do fifty push-ups first, and I'll tell you."

"......"

Yan Ziming covered her mouth and chuckled.

Just by thinking about it, you can tell that these students are outwardly obsequious, but inwardly they are cursing his ancestors for eighteen generations.

Looking back now, I really miss those days. I remember being tricked by the instructors' endless tricks during military training when I was a kid, and the scene of being forced to do physical training time and time again made me want to scream.

It took ten minutes to finally finish just fifty push-ups, thanks to the officer's deliberately prolonged pace.

He then gestured to the soldiers beside him, and soon after, people began setting up the area. He then spoke loudly again:

"Would you like to see a battle between two high-level superhumans?"

"......think--!"

The atmosphere on the playground was silent for a second or two, and then it was as if a fuse had been lit, igniting the explosives, and it exploded with a loud bang.

Eh?

Fang He was stunned.

His previous disappearance was to say hello to this acquaintance so that he could legally fight in this military base, defeat Yan Ziming, and add her to his harem.

The other party initially refused, but later, for some unknown reason, he came up with a brilliant idea and agreed without hesitation, declaring that he would handle everything.

But that's not the point. What he's concerned about is—what the heck are these two high-level superhumans?!

Fang He's gaze shifted to Yan Ziming, who was watching the podium, and a guess formed in his mind.

Could it be... that she is also a high-level ability user?

"I'll tell you the truth. Today, someone challenged a special member of our military, and we gladly accepted. Now, please come to the central area!"

Fang He's mind was blank; he didn't understand what the other person was talking about, nor was he sure if they were talking about him.

I just want a place to fight!

Why did you put on this show for me?

It wasn't until the officer gestured to him that he realized the other person was referring to himself, and the other person was Yan Ziming.

Now that the die is cast, he has no choice but to go out.

On the other side, Yan Ziming was also bewildered.

"Let's go up." Mu Mu's playful voice came from behind.

Yan Ziming turned around and saw that her hair had already returned to its usual bright silver color. Fortunately, the lighting was extremely dim and no one else noticed for the time being.

"What the hell is this?" Yan Ziming asked, his mouth dry.

"Hoo hoo~~ Not satisfied? This is a show specially prepared for you."

"What kind of ridiculous show is this? I'm that special agent in the military?"

Yan Ziming was so anxious she was jumping up and down; she couldn't remember ever having this identity.

"This has nothing to do with me. That guy put it on for you without permission."

Mu Mu denied it, then put her hands on her hips and asked, "Are you going up or not?"

"Go, I'll go." Yan Ziming rolled her eyes, though it wasn't visible under her sunglasses.

Following Fang He, Yan Ziming also walked to the center area. When everyone saw that one of the two was actually a very young-looking girl, murmurs arose outside the venue.

The officer on the stage, seeing both main characters take the stage, smirked with triumph.

"Enough talk, let's fight!"

That's what they said, but the two main characters on the field just stared at each other, neither of them making a move, still puzzled by the current situation.

How did a perfectly good duel turn into a ring match? What's this guy up to?!

[Forget it, let's end this fight quickly, so we don't draw attention to ourselves.]

Having made up his mind, Yan Ziming's pair of dark, jade-like eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, gleamed with a faint light.

hum-

With its will fully unleashed, it seemed as if even space itself was being pierced, releasing a hissing sound, and a chilling wind swept across the field.

Standing twenty meters away from her, Fang He, who had the most direct experience of the situation, felt a strong sense of palpitations the moment Yan Ziming stepped onto the stage.