Apocalypse Gachapon

Ye Zhongming suppressed the churning blood in his chest and turned to charge toward that half-beast.

Over there, two of the three shadowy figures had already been shattered.

Not far away, Aslan, who was watching this scene, had already been persuaded by Color Man, but seeing this, her teeth still itched with frustration.

Back then, she had patiently and earnestly taught this trash, hoping he could quickly condense a second Poison Shadow. But this idiot had acted so foolishly, failing no matter what, until Aslan lost all patience and left in disappointment.

But now? Look at him—there was no sign of him being unable to create a second shadow. In fact, he could release four shadows at once!

This was something he had deliberately hidden from Color Man back then!

This guy could not only solidify the shadows enough to wield weapons and unleash mental shocks but also increase their numbers!

Aslan had no idea how many shadows this guy could create now, but it was clearly no longer just two. From now on, this ability could no longer be called Twin Poison Shadows in his hands.

Meanwhile, Color Man watched with his multicolored eyes gleaming brilliantly. He realized this was no longer an improvement on the Twin Poison Shadows ability—it was an innovation.

He couldn’t help but recall a sentiment his teacher had once shared with him many, many years ago.

His teacher had said, “The beings who bring the most surprises in this universe are always the lowly races you look down upon.”

Now, the term “lowly races”—clearly discriminatory and insulting—had fallen out of common use by convention. But in truth, every race in the universe still thought this way.

Yet it was precisely these lowly races that possessed the innovative power and unique abilities that the universal races were gradually losing.

A half-beast facing three shadows alone was one thing—he could shatter two in a row. But facing one shadow and Ye Zhongming? That was another matter entirely.

For someone whose mental strength was also not outstanding, the mental shock from the shattered shadows left him slightly dazed.

When Ye Zhongming closed in, he deliberately detonated the last shadow, hoping to finish off the half-beast while it was stunned by the mental shock.

But to his surprise, when what seemed like the final opportunity arose, the half-beast suddenly turned red all over, its body swelling as it transformed into a true beast.

The mental attack was also nullified in the process.

Ye Zhongming instinctively retreated several steps—Boom!—a sharp, horn-like tail stabbed through the spot where he had just stood.

Missing its strike, the drill-like tail retracted with a swoosh, only to reappear beneath Ye Zhongming’s feet.

Ye Zhongming dodged seven consecutive attacks before getting a brief respite.

By then, he was already some distance away from the monstrous half-beast, meaning the advantage he had gained with Twin Poison Shadows was now completely gone.

In front of the screen, many sighed.

Unlike the two golden-masked warriors, some of today’s spectators—such as Chief Logistics Officer Yashinan—were quite fond of Ye Zhongming. After all, during training, Ye Zhongming had performed the best. Both Jike Su and Bashilu favored this trash a little more, so Yashinan followed suit. One was a technical master, the other a training expert—could they really be wrong?

So when Ye Zhongming returned empty-handed, the Star-Eye Clan’s chief steward, who was quite familiar with the Twin Poison Shadows ability, felt disappointed.

There was no helping it. Even if this ability could be improved, some aspects were immutable. Each shadow came with multiple restrictions—otherwise, the entire Star-Eye Race wouldn’t have been limited to two shadows all these years.

How many had Ye Zhongming released in this battle? He must have reached his limit.

Without Twin Poison Shadows, facing a half-beast in its transformed state, this surprising trash could do little more.

Yashinan’s judgment was also based on the half-beast’s race—the Stinking Sì Clan. A powerful species that, even if they did nothing after birth, would reach around level seven by adulthood. Of course, becoming a top-tier level-nine lifeform was harder for this race than others, but once achieved, they were even stronger.

It wasn’t just Yashinan—even Jike Su and the others frowned.

The original intent was to pit two against one, artificially increasing the trial’s difficulty to select the best trash capable of bearing the Star-Eye Race’s future. But now that this trash had half-completed the trial yet teetered on the edge of failure, even those who had spoken harshly earlier hesitated.

Even if he failed this trial, he was still the most outstanding rookie trash in many cosmic years. Wouldn’t it be a shame for him to die here? Even if he didn’t participate in the Rookie Battlefield, wouldn’t it be better to keep him as Jike Su’s assistant to study abilities?

Jike Su opened his mouth, ready to spare this kid from death in this trial. He turned, about to instruct Bashilu to have Color Man—who was near the scene—halt the battle.

But what he saw was a face filled with shock, then delight. The old man Jike Su whipped his head back and saw the rookie trash he had deemed doomed wave a hand at the Stinking Sì half-beast—before a massive black mountain descended from the sky onto the target’s head!

It was an energy construct, but visually, it was almost real—a towering peak complete with grass, trees, and streams!

Boom! The mountain crashed down, smashing the half-beast beneath it despite its desperate attempts to dodge.

The entire trial grounds trembled from the impact!

In front of the screen, gasps filled the air.

Had the battle just ended?

What kind of ability was that?

At the very least, none present had ever seen it before.

Jike Su, recovering from his shock, suddenly laughed, drawing everyone’s attention.

“We once speculated that this guy might possess exclusive equipment from his home planet. What he just used must be that ability.”

The old man rubbed his hands excitedly. He had a feeling this trash would bring him—and the entire Star-Eye Race—immense surprises.

“Earlier, we worried about his defeat, but we were all blind to one thing.” The old man waved his arm, clearly exhilarated. The others watched, sharing his excitement.

“He didn’t use his bloodline! That’s an ability he would’ve definitely brought here. Yet he still hasn’t used it. What does that mean? It means even now, facing two opponents of the same level, he hasn’t been pushed to his full potential!”

Clapping his hands, Jike Su declared, “Bring him here. I want to meet this thrilling little fellow.”