Sword Sect Little Demon Child, Three and a Half Years Old and Extremely Fierce

Shangguan Haitang.

She fought her way out of the center of the battle.

Lei Linggen's attack power was indeed strong. She cleaved two opponents in her path with a single sword strike, and her gaze pierced through the crowd, accurately locking onto me.

That look in his eyes was like a cat spotting a mouse.

No, it's like a cat seeing another cat.

Because she always felt that I stole her thunder.

She rushed over.

I stood up.

She chased me, I ran, and I took off running.

"Fupin! Don't run away!"

I ran even faster.

She pursued him even more relentlessly.

I was circling on the stage, and she was chasing after me.

She couldn't catch up.

After all, I have to practice horse stance and run in the mountains every day.

Running is one of my strengths.

The audience started talking.

"This is okay?"

— "Like walking a dog."

"But the rules don't actually say you can't run."

"But that little kid runs way too fast! Three and a half years old, with such short legs, how can he run so fast?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's a talent?"

"A mixed spiritual root, reaching the late stage of Qi Refining in half a year, probably has some skill."

On stage, Shangguan Haitang chased me around three times to the left and three times to the right.

His face turned red with anger.

She stopped, panting, "Could you please stop running?"

I stopped too, catching my breath: "Could you please stop chasing us?"

She chased after him again.

I ran away again.

Finally, the referee announced that time was up, and the free-for-all ended.

I'm still on stage, and so is she. We've both advanced.

Shangguan Haitang's face flushed with anger: "Why didn't you hit me?"

I blinked. "Why fight? We can advance by playing defensively, why fight?"

She choked.

The referee glanced at her, then at me, said nothing, and made a note in his notebook.

Below the stands:

"This little kid is a genius at cunning!"

"So cunning!"

——"Miaogou!"

—"Show your brilliance even in humble circumstances!"

In the stands:

The expressions of the elders from each sect were also quite interesting.

Elder Hutu frowned, clearly dissatisfied with my "tactics".

Elder Zhou Tongxiao laughed heartily, "Good! Good! Good! This little lad has potential!"

Elder Wangji didn't speak, but the curve of his lips was almost reaching his ears.

The senior students below the stage were already laughing.

Suning gave me a thumbs up: "Junior Sister, your tactics are the epitome of survival skills."

Yan Chuan nodded: "If we can avoid fighting, we will; if we can hide, we will hide. We've taken the art of 'survival' to the extreme."

Murong Zhuo added, "Besides, making your opponent this angry is also a kind of victory."

Gu Chenguang took out his notebook and wrote it down:

—Rookie Tournament Free-for-All:

Junior Sister's record: 0 kills, 0 injuries, 0 hits.

——Result: Advancement

—Note: The opponent was furious.

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The free-for-all is over. Take a one-hour break.

Next up is the individual competition by drawing lots.

I drew a disciple of the Food God Sect.

The Food God Sect is the sect that researches spiritual foods.

Their ritual implements are kitchen utensils.

The disciples don't practice swordsmanship normally; they practice knife skills instead.

She is proficient in everything from chopping vegetables and carving patterns to tossing food in a wok.

I walked to the edge of the ring and saw my opponent.

He is a boy who is about ten years old.

He had a round face, big eyes, wore a navy blue chef's uniform, and a tall hat on his head.

He was holding a wooden spoon in his hand.

Yes, it's just a regular wooden spoon.

For disciples of the Food God Sect, their magical implements are kitchen utensils.

His name is Michelin.

Yes, that's the name.

It is said that the current generation of disciples of the Food God Sect are ranked by the character "米" (mi, meaning rice).

At the late stage of Qi Refining at the age of ten, he is the new prodigy of the Food God Sect.

His status in the Food God Sect is no less than that of Shangguan Haitang in the Qingyun Sect.

After all, a ten-year-old at the late stage of Qi Refining is considered a genius in the entire cultivation world.

Of course, I don't count.

Although I am indeed a genius among geniuses.

But nobody knows that.

Everyone believes that I was able to draw qi into my body by consuming top-grade elixirs.

Everyone thinks it's a miracle that I was able to reach the late stage of Qi Refining.

Everyone thinks that I'll reach the Foundation Establishment stage in this lifetime and that's the limit.

So the people in the audience thought I would lose.

"That little genius from the Food God Sect! I heard his spiritual food can restore spiritual energy!"

"That little kid from the Heavenly Sword Sect over there is only three and a half years old?"

"How can a three-and-a-half-year-old fight a ten-year-old?"

"Although they are both at the late stage of Qi Refining, there is a huge age difference between them."

"That one from the Heavenly Sword Sect only managed to draw Qi into her body through pills. Her foundation was unstable to begin with. Who knows how she reached the late stage of Qi Refining?"

"Anyway, reaching the Foundation Establishment stage in this lifetime would be a miracle."

"I reckon she'll lose in one move."

"I estimate half a move."

I walked onto the stage with the wooden sword in my hand.

Michelin walked onto the stage with a wooden spoon.

We looked at each other.

He looked at me, a little embarrassed, and said, "Little sister, I'll try to be gentle."

I nodded: "Thank you."

The referee gave the whistle.

Michelin rushed up.

The spoon was wielded with great skill and flair.

The culinary techniques of the Food God Sect are indeed quite something.

Every spoonful was precisely aimed at my vital points: shoulders, knees, and wrists.

But he can't hit me.

I kept hiding.

They dodged very quickly.

Very skillful.

After all, I wield my sword every day, and my speed is much faster than he imagined.

He scooped for ages, but didn't touch me even once.

The audience started talking again.

"That little kid hid really well."

— "Like dancing."

"Does the Heavenly Sword Sect specialize in teaching this?"

"I don't know. But it's definitely beautiful."

Finally, Michelin was so tired and angry that he couldn't even lift his spoon.

He asked me breathlessly, "How...how were you so good at dodging?"

I blinked. "Because my senior brother chases me and beats me up every day. I'm used to it."

Michelin paused for a moment.

Then he gave up.

It's not that we can't beat them.

It's impossible to hit it.

If you can't hit it, you can't win.

If you can't win, you might as well admit defeat and save your energy to go back and cook.

I won again.

The people in the audience started to think I was capable.

It's not about strength.

It's a matter of luck.

"This baby is incredibly lucky!"

—"We barely made it in the last game, and we'll win by dodging this one."

"We can't be this lucky next time, can we?"

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The second individual competition.

I was facing off against a new disciple of the Yu Ling Sect.

Twelve years old.

Late stage of Qi Refining.

The spirit beast is a wind fox, extremely fast, with poison on its claws.

He was full of confidence when he went on stage, with the spirit beast circling around his feet, looking very energetic.

Then he saw me and fell silent.

The wind fox saw me too.

Wind Fox was stunned.

It sniffed, took a sniff, and then started to tremble.

He was shaking like a leaf, his four legs were weak, and he lay on the ground, refusing to get up.

The disciple pulled it, but it didn't move.

The disciple hugged it, and it struggled.

The disciple pleaded with it: "Ancestor, I beg you, just go up and fight, it'll be fine."

Feng Hu buried her head in his chest and refused to come out.

Finally, the disciple looked up at the referee and said, "I surrender."

The referee paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you sure?"

"Confirmed." He carried the Wind Fox off the stage without turning his head.

The audience erupted again:

--"surrender??"

—"Why surrender?"

"—Does that disciple of the Spirit Control Sect know this little child?"

"It seems like everyone in the Yuling Sect is quite familiar with her."

"I just saw the people from the Yuling Sect bringing her candy yesterday."

"Surely we don't have to surrender?"

"I don't know. Maybe... the spirit beast is afraid of her?"

"A spirit beast afraid of a three-and-a-half-year-old child? Are you kidding me?"

"If you don't believe me, go ask that spirit beast."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but no one could explain it.

Only the people of the Yuling Sect know the reason.

Their spirit beasts would go weak in the knees at the sight of their junior sister.

What's the point of hitting me?

I won again.

The people in the audience started to think that I had more than just good luck.

"—Isn't this doll... a little eerie?"

— "Miscellaneous spiritual root, reaching the late stage of Qi Refining in half a year."

"The spirit beasts of the Spirit Control Sect are all afraid of her."

—"Winning three matches in a row without drawing a single sword."

"This isn't just weird, it's outrageous."

I stood on the stage, feeling a little embarrassed.

Although this time it wasn't me who deliberately played the defensive role, it was the other side who surrendered.

But the result was the same.

I advanced again.

In the stands, Elder Zhou Tongxiao laughed even more heartily.

"Excellent! Excellent! The more I look at this little child, the more I like him!"

Elder Wangji remained silent, but the smile on his lips was now irreversible.

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Round three.

I drew Shangguan Haitang.

The audience was excited.