Douluo Continent: Starting from Killing Arou with a Single Sword.

Chapter 9 Sect Grand Competition

"It is an honor to be the host of the 9th Sect Grand Competition..."

"Sister, I'm so sleepy~" Ning Rongrong yawned. On stage, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan members were giving passionate speeches, but their speaking speed was so slow that it sounded like a lullaby.

Ning Rongrong was eating pastries, practically burying herself in the plate.

Ning Mumu was also sleepy, yawning as she gave herself a calming pill and Ning Rongrong one as well. "Listen a little longer, he'll be finished soon."

"I hereby declare the sect competition officially open!"

The applause from the audience was sparse, and it was easy to tell that everyone was very sleepy.

The sect competition is primarily a contest between geniuses, but more importantly, it's about consolidating and expanding one's network of connections. These chosen ones find rivals, reflect on their own abilities, make friends, or even fall in love. As long as they don't cross the line, the sect won't interfere too much.

The competition has a simple format, mainly showcasing the individual abilities of the participants.

Each participant competes once a day for a total of three days. Those who advance continue to compete, and finally ten participants are selected, divided into two teams, to compete in a team competition. Participants draw lots to choose their opponents, and serious injury or killing of opponents is prohibited. Other requirements will be determined based on the competition situation.

"Sister, what did you draw?" Ning Rongrong stared at the wooden plaque. "It's not that interesting."

"A white sign, let me see, oh ho, playing with the host country."

Ning Mumu toyed with the wooden plaque. "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Tianheng," she thought, wondering about his strength. But Yu Tianheng's probing gaze was far too intense. Did he think she was blind and could stare at her so openly?

Ning Mumu was finding it hard to bear. Although she couldn't see, her mental power had already covered the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. She could clearly see Yu Tianheng's gaze, but she felt a little embarrassed.

"Rongrong, you watch the game carefully, analyze their strengths and weaknesses, and describe them to your sister later. This is a rare opportunity to hone your observation skills, remember?"

"Got it!"

After coaxing Ning Rongrong, the girl leaned back in her chair contentedly. With Rongrong around, she could finally catch up on some sleep without worry.

Ning Mumu thought to herself with delight, "This way I can adjust my condition, train Ning Rongrong, and avoid Yu Tianheng's glaring attacks. It's a win-win situation! Anyway, my match isn't until the eighth round, so I have plenty of time to sleep."

"Grandpa, that is the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, my opponent in the first round." Yu Tianheng was still staring at Ning Mumu. He had a strong feeling that Ning Mumu was not simple.

"Her martial soul is the Seven Kill Sword, and its attack power is no less than that of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex." Yu Yuanzhen patted Yu Tianheng on the shoulder. "You are both nine years old, so the outcome of this battle is still uncertain. However, she is blind, so be careful."

"Tianheng, winning or losing is not important."

"Hmm," Yu Tianheng nodded, but that wasn't his true thought. The competition within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was fierce, and his older brother, Yu Tianxin, was even more capable than him. If he didn't achieve a good ranking in this sect competition, he wouldn't be able to enjoy the best resources, let alone secure the position of young master.

At the same time, Qian Daoliu brought Qian Renxue to the competition venue.

"Xiaoxue, keep an eye on Ning Mumu." Seeing Qian Renxue's nonchalant attitude, Qian Daoliu sighed and reminded his granddaughter again. "She's not simple."

Incidentally, Qian Daoliu also used his mental power to check on Ning Mumu's condition, but found it was completely useless.

It seems the gods are indeed watching over Ning Mumu. Qian Daoliu withdrew his probing thoughts. Of course, he wouldn't know that this wasn't divine protection, but rather Ning Mumu's inherent strength. Ning Mumu was not only a Mahayana stage cultivator, but had also undergone countless soul temperings in the cultivation world; it was perfectly normal for her spiritual power to surpass Qian Daoliu's.

Turning to look at Qian Renxue, Qian Daoliu smiled with a loving and pleased expression. "Granddaughter, you always say you don't have a good opponent, but that might not be the case this time. This Ning Mumu, blessed by the gods, is very likely level 20. She will be the opponent you've been dreaming of."

"Grandpa, is Ning Mumu really blind?"

"Yes. Nine years ago, her mother, Chen Yao, was kidnapped by an evil spirit master and gave birth to her outside the home. Later, her father, who was Ning Fengzhi's older brother, searched for them alone, and he and Chen Yao were both harmed by the evil spirit master."

From then on, she lost her parents, and she also lost her sight at that time.

"oh."

Qian Renxue's gaze was complicated; Ning Mumu was actually quite pitiful.

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"Match 8, Yu Tianheng of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan versus Ning Mumu of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan!" The host's passionate voice rang out, and the two children stepped onto the field. Ning Mumu wore a sky-blue short dress, her long hair was tied up high, and her eyes were covered with white silk, making her look clean and neat.

Yu Tianheng had a buzz cut, and his cute face showed a maturity beyond his years. His eyes were slightly narrowed, filled with a sense of determination.

"Hello, Ning Mumu, Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul!"

"Yu Tianheng, Martial Soul: Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex!"

Both sides tacitly refrained from reporting their soul power. The Seven Kill Sword hadn't yet been equipped with a soul ring, so Ning Mumu couldn't report it even if she wanted to. Yu Tianheng simply didn't want to. After reporting, both sides released their martial souls.

Ning Mumu's body remained largely unchanged, except that a few strands of her hair had turned silver. Sword energy swept through the hair, making her aura even more aloof. Even without seeing her eyes, her overall presence was unmatched. The Seven Kill Sword gleamed with silver light, its ancient patterns subtly tinged with gold, making it exceptionally beautiful.

There is a significant difference between beast-type martial souls and weapon-type martial souls.

In an instant, Yu Tianheng underwent a dramatic transformation. A dazzling blue light suddenly shone from between his brows, then spread from his forehead, instantly engulfing his entire body. Along with the blue light appeared numerous blue, electrified dragons, coiling around Yu Tianheng with overwhelming power.

"As expected of top-tier weapon spirits and beast spirits on the continent!" the sect master of the Blazing Phoenix Sect exclaimed. "These two nine-year-old children have already far surpassed their peers in strength."

"Yes, it looks like we're in for a tough fight."

"Sect Leader Ning, Sect Leader Yu, what are your thoughts?"

Yu Yuanzhen fiddled with the chair. "Both children are excellent. We'll see who comes out on top soon enough."

Ning Fengzhi, contrary to his usual self, looked at the two children on the stage with confidence and affirmation, "They are both very good, but I believe in Mu Mu."

??? !!! !!!

Ning Fengzhi's words attracted a lot of attention. After all, he was a cunning old fox, usually very tactful in his words and actions, and no one could find fault with him. But today, he actually supported Ning Mumu without any modesty.

A flawless version after careful inspection!

Is this nine-year-old girl, who is of noble birth but blind, really that amazing? Everyone was greatly puzzled.

While I was thinking, the competition had already begun.

Yu Tianheng made the first move, diving directly at Ning Mumu and launching an attack when he was about three meters away from her.

"First Soul Skill, Lightning Dragon Claw!"

At this moment, Yu Tianheng's right hand had completely transformed into a dragon claw, covered with thick scales and crackling with lightning.

"Sect Leader Ning, why isn't Miss Mu Mu dodging?"

Ning Fengzhi didn't answer. He understood Ning Mumu; she simply didn't want to attack first, preferring her opponent to make the first move. Once her opponent attacked, Ning Mumu would assess their strength before counterattacking.

Sure enough, just before the dragon claw struck Ning Mumu, she moved. With a light touch of her toes and her sword on the ground, she instantly leaped into the air.

Seeing this, Yu Tianheng withdrew his dragon claw, and just a second after Ning Mumu landed, he activated the lightning dragon claw again.

"Pretty fast," Ning Mumu commented, flipping backward in mid-air. Just before touching the edge of the arena, she dodged the attack again and used the Seven Kill Sword to deflect it back.

"Ning Mumu, where's your soul skill? Stop hiding."

Yu Tianheng's unease grew stronger. He had been worried ever since Ning Mumu released her martial spirit. On the field, he didn't want Ning Mumu to keep dodging; this kind of competition was meaningless.

"As you wish."

Ning Mumu's voice was very pleasant, but her tone was icy cold, sending chills down one's spine.

"Seven Killings and Nine Deadly Techniques, First Form—"

The Seven Kill Sword's shadows surged, accompanied by a slight rumbling sound, rushing towards Yu Tianheng from all directions.

"This is what a real competition is all about!" Yu Tianheng's lips curled up; Ning Mumu was finally taking him seriously as an opponent.

The power of the Seven Kill Sword is no joke; its powerful sword aura even attracted the attention of the big shots in the stands.

Is she really nine years old?

Those with the same sword spirit couldn't help but speak up, "Who can have sword intent at the age of nine?! Isn't that something only a Soul Saint can do? Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is going too far!"

(End of this chapter)