My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Tru suddenly launched a sneak attack, his longsword aimed straight at Mianmian's chest!

A gasp of surprise came from the stands.

This kid has no sportsmanship; he started fighting before the referee even announced the start!

Lin Mo's pupils contracted slightly.

His hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

But the next second, he let go.

On the stage, Mianmian tilted her head.

A hint of confusion flashed in those large, dark eyes, as if she didn't understand why this person had suddenly rushed over.

Then she instinctively jumped to the side and dodged it.

The sword missed its mark, and Tru couldn't stop his momentum, staggering forward two steps.

Mianmian stood beside him, blinking her eyes at him, her little face full of confusion.

I don't understand why this guy shouted when he launched the sneak attack.

At that moment, the referee blew his whistle.

"True, you launched a sneak attack before the match began. Warning!"

Laughter erupted from the stands.

Tru's face turned bright red.

He turned around, stared fiercely at Mianmian, and gripped his sword tightly.

"You just wait!"

With the two players back in their original positions, the referee officially announced the start of the match.

This time, Tru didn't rush over.

Instead, he curled his lip at Mianmian and said, "Whose child are you? Tell me your name."

Mianmian looked at him with a puzzled expression.

A hint of impatience flashed across Tru's face: "Are you mute? This young master is asking which family you belong to!"

Mianmian remained silent.

This time, Tru was even more furious. He gripped his knight's sword tightly and stared intently at Mianmian.

The laughter from the stands hadn't stopped yet.

The children he usually bullied were laughing the loudest at that moment.

"You...you just wait!"

After saying that, he immediately drew his sword and pounced.

This time he was serious.

The sword flashed, and the moves did indeed look somewhat impressive.

After all, he was nurtured by the family with resources, so his level 10+ strength wasn't given for nothing.

Mianmian took a step back.

The sword's edge grazed the tip of her nose.

Tru grinned maliciously, and with a swift turn of his sword, slashed horizontally at her waist.

Mianmian took another step back.

The sword missed its mark again.

Tru's sinister smile froze on his face.

He was fast, but the little girl always managed to dodge at the last moment, as if she knew in advance where his sword would strike.

"You...all you can do is hide?!"

He roared, and the sword moved even faster.

Mianmian didn't say anything.

She just tilted her head, watching the sword slash past her again and again.

Mianmian was like a slippery fish, darting in and out of his sword light.

Every time it was just a hair's breadth away, every time we just missed each other.

Her steps were completely erratic.

Sometimes they even trip themselves up.

But he managed to dodge the attack just before falling.

The laughter from the stands grew louder and louder.

"Young Master Tru, go ahead and chop!"

"That little girl was just teasing you!"

"Hahaha, look at her, she doesn't even respect Tru!"

……

Tru's face was already turning purple.

He roared and used two skills at the same time, thrusting out a sword with all his might.

Mianmian still had that innocent look on her face, watching the sword tip get closer and closer to her.

Then he extended a finger and flicked it on the blade.

clang--

A crack appeared on the knight's longsword, forged from fine steel, where her finger had struck it.

The cracks spread rapidly, from the tip of the sword to the blade, and then to the hilt—

Whoosh!

The longsword shattered into dozens of pieces, scattered all over the ground.

Tru remained in his charging stance, but now he only had a bare sword hilt in his hand.

He stared wide-eyed at the sword hilt in his hand, then at the shards on the ground.

He was completely still, as if struck by lightning.

The audience was silent.

Those who were just making a fuss gaped open, their expressions incredibly varied.

That sword... was shattered by a single finger?

Mianmian tilted her head and looked at him, as if asking: Shall we continue?

Tru swallowed hard, and the hilt of the sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Then, waving his hands and backing away, he said, "No... I'm not fighting anymore, I admit defeat..."

He turned and ran away.

He tumbled and crawled off the stage.

"Waaaaah... Dad, I can't beat her..."

Tru's cries gradually faded into the crowd.

The referee hesitated for several seconds before raising his hand:

"Mianmian...Mianmian wins!"

There was a moment of silence in the stands.

Then erupted a cheer that was more enthusiastic than ever before!

People stood up, clapped and whistled, and some even threw their hats into the air!

Mianmian stood on the ring, startled by the spectacle.

She took a step back, looking around as if searching for a place to hide.

Then she saw Lin Mo on the platform.

Lin Mo was looking at her, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Mianmian's eyes lit up immediately.

She raised her hands and waved them vigorously, her little face full of a silly smile.

With its mouth open, it was making "ah ah" noises, as if saying, "Look how awesome I am!"

Lin Mo nodded.

Mianmian laughed even harder and jumped up and down several times.

The family heads around watched this scene with extremely complex expressions on their faces.

Although Tru's family was just a nouveau riche with no real background, the equipment they used was definitely not bad.

That sword was definitely made of fine iron.

That little girl snapped her finger with a single flick. She looked no more than seven or eight years old. What kind of resources could nurture such a genius?

They glanced furtively at Lin Mo, then at the red-haired woman standing at the edge of the platform, and finally at the ever-smiling Second Prince. No one dared to ask.

In the following matches, nobody paid any attention.

Everyone's eyes were on the little girl in the pink dress, waiting for her to come back on stage.

They fought one match after another.

Every game felt as easy as playing a game.

Her opponents included those wielding knives, guns, and even magic...

But none of them could last more than a few rounds against her.

She never attacked first; she just dodged and watched, as if she were studying some interesting toy.

Once you've seen enough, just casually pat, push, or flick it.

Then the opponent lost inexplicably.

More and more people in the stands are supporting Mianmian.

However, some people have begun to analyze it.

"It seems this little girl hasn't used a single skill yet."

"Whose daughter is she? I've never seen her before."

"She might not be from any particular family. Look at her clothes; they're clean, but not fancy at all, they even look a bit cheap..."

"you mean."

"I think it's a genius bought by some family. After all, the truly talented young masters and ladies in the capital would never participate in this competition."

"It seems that's really the case."

……

This rumor spread among the people.

As everyone gradually came to believe in Mianmian's identity, she was a talented henchman that a family had bought from another place, or even a young master's child bride.

Mianmian naturally didn't understand these claims; she was still focused on the competition.

None of her opponents were injured.

It wasn't that she was holding back; rather, the referee had instructed everyone before the match not to injure the opponent.

Although Mianmian didn't understand, she still obediently did as she was told.

Several children, after losing, even ran up to her, looking at her with admiration and asking, "Sister, you're so amazing! How did you train?"

Mianmian tilted her head and looked at them, blinked her eyes, and then gave a silly smile.

She can't speak.

Time passed second by second.

There are fewer and fewer players on the field.

Sixty-six contestants were eliminated round after round, until only two remained.

The referee's voice echoed throughout the stadium:

"The semi-finals are over! The two finalists are... Ms. Ye An! And... Contestant Mianmian!"

A deafening cheer erupted from the stands!

On the opposite side of the stands, the Marcus family members stood up excitedly and applauded wildly.

Those who were optimistic about Mianmian cheered loudly.

The referee's voice continued:

"The final match will begin after a 15-minute break! Both players, please get ready!"

On the opposite side of the stands, Ye An stood facing a middle-aged man.

"So? Are you confident you can beat that girl?"

Ye An replied, "Father, I am confident."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, it's good to have this kind of spirit. If you win the championship in this competition, you will be the most outstanding one of this generation. Even if the Second Prince and the First Prince fight fiercely, they will still have to consider our family. So you absolutely cannot lose."

Ye An nodded: "Yes, I understand."

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at Ye An.

"Daughter, that Mianmian is said to have been bought. They say she's going to train her, but she's really just a servant. And she seems immature. We can try to win her over first."

"Winning hearts and minds?"

"Dad will teach you a few phrases; just say them like this when the time comes..."

……

The break time passed quickly.

"Please welcome our two contestants to the stage!"

As the referee's voice faded, two figures emerged from the arena's entrance.

Mianmian skipped and hopped ahead, still very lively.

Ye An followed behind her, his eyes lowered, revealing a hint of disgust.

As the two stood on the ring, the referee officially announced: "The final match begins!"