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Two consecutive matches followed, and the referee announced on the spot that due to the large number of participants, Luo Niannian would need to take the stage for three consecutive matches.

The little girl simply stood casually in the center of the ring, raising an eyebrow nonchalantly:

"It's alright, let's finish this quickly. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can rest."

The opponent in the second match was also at the mid-stage of the Integration Realm, and he unleashed a barrage of spear shadows with a silver spear.

Dozens of cold rays condensed from the tip of the spear, enveloping Nian Nian in a blanket.

Niannian stood still, her hands clasped together in front of her, and uttered a soft shout:

"Star Sword Technique - Starfall!"

Her fingertips surged with sword energy, and dozens of starlight-like golden sword energies burst forth from her body, each one precisely colliding with a spear beam.

The spear's shadow clashed with the sword's energy, exploding into a dazzling rain of light in the air, with countless fragments of spiritual energy scattering down.

Niannian leaped up, stepping on one of the fragments, and with a flick of her finger from above, a sword aura pierced the air and descended.

It grazed past the opponent's gun barrel, leaving a red mark on the back of his hand. It wasn't deep, but the location was tricky.

He glanced down at the back of his hand, then looked up at Niannian, gritted his teeth, took two steps back, sheathed his gun, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and turned to leave the stage.

In the third match, the opponent activated layers upon layers of heavy spiritual shields, with layers of light blue spiritual energy barriers stacked on top of each other, seemingly impregnable.

Niannian stopped using sword energy. She took a deep breath, formed a hand seal, and golden light surged from her palms.

A massive golden palm print materialized out of thin air, its surface shimmering with intricate runes, and crashed down with an overwhelming force.

"Star-Shattering Palm!"

The moment the golden palm print landed on the azure spirit shield, the entire arena trembled.

The spirit shield shattered inch by inch from the point of contact, and crystalline blue fragments flew everywhere like snowflakes.

The enormous palm print shattered all the barriers and hovered a foot above the disciple's head.

The man looked up at the giant hand hanging above his head, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead, and remained motionless for a long time.

Nian Nian withdrew her palm print and dusted off her hands:

"Are you admitting defeat? If not, I'll put my hand down."

The disciple's Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I admit defeat."

He bent down and picked up a piece of shard from the ground, glancing at the shattered shield.

He looked at Niannian again, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end. He turned around and walked off the stage.

"Battle Heaven Immortal Sect, Luo Niannian, three wins in three matches!"

The referee's voice echoed across the arena, and the surrounding stands fell silent for a moment.

Then a low murmur arose, like ripples on the water's surface stirred by the wind.

It spread out in layers, collided with each other in the gaps between the platforms, and then dispersed.

Luo Niannian walked back to the sidelines, and Xiao Xiao handed her a handkerchief. She took it, wiped the back of her hands, and then handed it back to Xiao Xiao.

Kiki gazed longingly at the fighting platform, then stood on tiptoe and asked:

"Sister Niannian, is there another competition tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow is the Inner Disciples Grand Competition, and the day after tomorrow is the clash between the Holy Sons of the Direct Disciples."

Luo Niannian spoke calmly, but a sly little expectation flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"The real highlight is the day after tomorrow."

On the high platform, an old sect leader with half-white hair and beard slowly spoke, his voice carrying immense spiritual power that enveloped the entire martial arts arena:

"This competition has a large number of participants and a tight schedule."

Those who achieve consecutive victories in the outer sect group will directly advance to the inner sect group competition tomorrow, bypassing the bye-by-lottery process.

The referee's gaze lingered on Luo Niannian, as if silently conveying a signal.

Without the lottery, it means an endless, continuous battle with no rest or respite.

Xiao Niannian glanced back at the high platform and instantly understood the hidden meaning in the words.

A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes, like a child unwrapping a gift box, unaware that its contents had been switched.

She withdrew her gaze, turned around, and led the group slowly back home.

As the sun passed noon, its blazing rays poured down, baking the bluestone surface of the dueling platform until it turned white and scorching hot.

As the crowd gradually receded like the tide, disciples from various sects lined up and left in an orderly fashion, led by their stewards.

The craters, scorch marks, and signs of shattered spiritual energy remaining on the table silently testified to the fierce battle that had just taken place, but no one stopped to look back.

Xiao Niannian was walking back home, playing with a stubborn rock she had picked up along the way.

He twirled it twice on his fingertips, then tossed it casually to the side of the road with a grin, his little face full of childlike innocence.

She walked for a while, then suddenly remembered something, turned her head and said to the little girl walking beside her:

"Miss, after I finish my treatment the day after tomorrow, I'm going to buy two bags of candied fruit, one for myself and one to keep on the way."

Xiao Xiao glanced at her and said, "Then when you fight the inner sect disciples tomorrow, don't use up all your spiritual energy."

Niannian waved her hand: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

She skipped a few more steps forward, the wind blowing from behind her.

She squinted slightly, as if waiting for the wind to pass by her ear before continuing to walk.

A moment later, Xiao Nian Nian's ramblings drifted on the wind:

"When I first arrived in the cultivation world, my dad told me to keep a low profile, but that's no longer necessary. I'm going to be a cute little devil, hee hee..."

Her small figure has faded into the distance, only her joyful childlike voice lingers on the wind...