Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse

Seeing the other party being so polite, Yun Xiaoxiao adjusted the intensity of her moves.

Knowing her opponent's strength level, she matched her attacks accordingly.

The two exchanged blows, locked in a fierce back-and-forth.

"Hey, the kid’s really holding back, huh?" Nie Yizhou straightened up in his seat.

Those familiar with Yun Xiaoxiao knew this wasn’t her true strength.

But the others didn’t.

The crowd who had doubted Yun Xiaoxiao from the start immediately erupted in laughter.

"Hahaha, I told you—she’s just a pretty face."

"With skills like that, I could take her down with one punch."

"Looks like her position as Base Commander really is questionable. Why would Yun City appoint someone like her? Just because she’s good-looking? That’s ridiculous!"

"Let’s go, nothing worth watching here."

"What a disappointment..."

Yun Xiaoxiao paid no mind to their remarks.

She had given her opponent enough respect.

When the time felt right, she sidestepped an incoming strike and countered swiftly.

This time, she didn’t hold back—with a single move, she sent her opponent crashing to the ground.

Those who had been about to leave froze in shock.

"Bro, did you see that move just now?"

"N-no... It was too fast. I couldn’t even follow it."

"What just happened? The match ended so suddenly—I thought it’d drag on forever."

"She actually won?"

On the stage, the defeated fighter rose to his feet, humbled.

"I concede," he said, clasping his fists toward Yun Xiaoxiao. "Miss Yun, your skills far surpass mine. I accept defeat."

While others might not have noticed, he had felt it clearly—Yun Xiaoxiao had been going easy on him.

No matter how hard he pushed, she effortlessly deflected his attacks and countered with just enough force to match him.

It was like a top student deliberately scoring exactly 60 on every test—no more, no less.

He knew her true strength had to be far beyond this.

Perhaps...

Unfathomably strong...

Yun Xiaoxiao smiled faintly. "You fought well."

With that, she stepped off the stage.

Her first match had been casual, and her opponent had been treated with dignity.

But the following matches? Those challengers weren’t so lucky.

In the second round, Yun Xiaoxiao faced a boy her age.

From the start, he shot her a taunting glare.

Having watched her first match, he was convinced he could crush her effortlessly.

Yun Xiaoxiao regarded him coolly, not making the first move.

Misinterpreting her calm as fear, the boy attacked even more arrogantly.

With ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‍a flick of his hand, a pillar of flames erupted, hurtling toward her.

Yet Yun Xiaoxiao vanished from the spot, dodging effortlessly.

Before the boy could react, she was already hovering high above him.

The next instant, a massive ice pillar materialized midair and plummeted straight at him.

The boy raised his arms to block, but the ice slammed into him without mercy.

A mouthful of blood spilled out, sealing his defeat.

The referee’s voice boomed.

"This match goes to Yun Xiaoxiao!"

The previously noisy crowd fell dead silent.

Everyone stared at Yun Xiaoxiao in stunned disbelief.

No one had expected the girl they’d underestimated to defeat her opponent—her own age, no less—in a single move.

Hadn’t this boy performed exceptionally well in his previous match?

Based on that alone, Yun Xiaoxiao shouldn’t have stood a chance.

And yet...

The shock on their faces said it all.

But it didn’t end there.

From then on, Yun Xiaoxiao dominated every match, ending each in a single strike.

Three minutes on stage, one second to win—her unstoppable, effortless victories quickly made her the center of attention.

"Oh my god, she won again!"

"And not just that—she did it in one move! So cocky, but I love it!"

"She’s insane!!!"

"How is this fair? How can someone be this beautiful, this cool in a fight, and this strong?!"

Amid the waves of awe, the final match arrived.

Yun Xiaoxiao’s opponent was a burly, muscle-bound young man, radiating raw power.

The moment the match began, the boy charged like a frenzied beast, launching a relentless assault.

His sole thought: No matter what, I can’t lose in one move. That’d be too humiliating!

Yun Xiaoxiao dodged with lightning speed.

Then, countless ice spikes materialized, sharp as blades, and shot toward him.

Swish, swish, swish—

The onslaught was terrifying.

The boy’s eyes widened in panic, but he couldn’t move an inch.

The sheer force of the ice spikes pinned him to the ground.

They embedded themselves into the floor around him, the closest grazing his skin by a hair’s breadth.

Pale-faced, he didn’t dare breathe.

Unsurprisingly, Yun Xiaoxiao won again.

And with that, she claimed first place in the under-20 division.

By the final match, the crowd had grown numb.

"See? Another win. Obviously. What’s the big deal? Nothing surprising here."

Except—AAGHHH SHE’S SO COOL!!!

The thoughts of the audience were perfectly vocalized by a petite, adorable girl in the stands.

"AAAAHHH! Xiaoxiao, you’re amazing!"

"Xiaoxiao, I love you! You’re the coolest!!"

Spotting Qu Xiaobei waving wildly at her, Yun Xiaoxiao facepalmed.

So embarrassing...

As Yun Xiaoxiao walked out of the arena, Shen Yan, Long Zhe, and Tang Yanchi approached.

"Congratulations," Long Zhe said with a smile.

"You’re as strong as ever!" Shen Yan gave her a thumbs-up.

Tang Yanchi pursed his lips before finally muttering, "You were... really good."

His ears burned red the moment the words left his mouth.

It was the first time he’d ever said something like that.

It felt strange.

But when Yun Xiaoxiao replied with a simple "Thanks," he knew he’d said the right thing.

"Your matches should be starting soon, right?" Yun Xiaoxiao glanced to her left.

"Yeah, the final round’s up next," Long Zhe answered.

Thanks to Yun Xiaoxiao’s overwhelming presence, the under-20 division had wrapped up far earlier than expected—the first of the four age groups to finish.