Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling

In Xin Fu's eyes at this moment, there was complete clarity. If before, he sought out Yun Ran mostly because of weighing the pros and cons,

now, he felt a deep respect for Yun Ran, the kind only felt towards a mentor.

Although Yun Ran was much younger than him, it did not affect this respect at all. If possible, he wished to follow Yun Ran forever.

Yun Ran was unaware that a random piece of advice from her had won people's hearts.

But that was just what the elders from Qingfeng Temple would often say when they led the younger ones on their trials.

Yun Ran could naturally tell that Xin Fu had reached his limit. If he was to rely solely on the sword in his hand that was about to break, it would be difficult for him to get into the top three.

But since he was her acknowledged little brother, she certainly wouldn't stand by and watch him miss out on the top three.

"Step back and let me show you that as long as the strength is sufficient, even if you're holding scrap metal, you can still hold the winning cards with ease."

Saying that, Yun Ran snatched the sword from Xin Fu's hand.

Xin Fu looked at his empty hands and then towards Yun Ran's direction.

A member of the Xuanmen, who mainly relied on the way of the sword, had just easily been relieved of their sword by someone else, this...

Yun Ran's dark eyes stared at the two people opposite.

Just now, the two of them had pressed Xin Fu to retreat continuously, either through the use of powerful Magic Artifacts or their own capabilities.

Now seeing Yun Ran step forward, the expressions of the two on the opposite side immediately became much more grave; their abilities were clearly not on the same level as Yun Ran's.

But they couldn't just concede defeat like this; they also wanted to know how many moves they could withstand against Yun Ran.

The person in the lead spoke up directly: "Lady Yun, I wonder if you could display your true strength..."

He didn't finish his words, but Yun Ran got the gist.

"Of course, I can!"

As her words fell, Yun Ran's eyes suddenly sharpened, as if the people standing opposite were not Xuanmen folken, but her own enemies.

This look made the two opposite retreat several steps just from a glance.

By the time they realized what had happened, they felt a sudden annoyance; they'd just asked Yun Ran to show her true strength.

But now, just a look from her had scared them into retreating several steps, deflating their courage by a third.

Yun Ran turned her head to look at Xin Fu and continued, "I noticed you seemed to be stuck at a bottleneck. Pay close attention to my swordplay later, if you can gain even a glimmer of inspiration, that would be good."

Xin Fu nodded emphatically, such a rare opportunity was not to be missed.

Yun Ran raised her hand, holding the sword full of nicks; by its appearance, she was in no way comparable to the obviously well-equipped opponents.

But in an instant, not only the people on the stage but also the audience felt a momentum akin to a landslide bearing down upon them.

Yun Ran's hand seemed to casually swing out a sword strike, but Xin Fu, standing not far away, felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest.

In that seemingly casual strike, he felt as if he had glimpsed something incredible, making his eyes ache.

Tears instantly filled his entire eyes, and even if he wanted to keep watching forcibly, his sore and stinging eyes reflexively closed.

With a "whoosh" sound,

the entire competition center was suddenly enveloped in a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough cough..."

"What the heck happened."

"Holy smokes, how did the arena collapse like that, this dust is seriously choking people to death!"

"Yun Ran has got to be sick in the head, impressive to the max, she actually tore down the arena. Why didn't she just tear down this whole island while she was at it!"

"She must compensate! Although the rules of the competition don't explicitly state that one must pay for damages to public property, this is like tearing down a house. If she doesn't compensate, it wouldn't be acceptable."

...

Yun Ran, who was at the center, was also taken aback as she watched the scene unfold, having thought that the magic artifact in her hand was equivalent to a piece of scrap metal.

She figured it wouldn't unleash much power, so she didn't hold back. But in her wildest dreams, she couldn't have imagined the arena was of such poor quality.

A single sword strike shattered the entire arena to pieces, leaving Yun Ran feeling somewhat guilty.

As the dust gradually settled, everyone's vision finally cleared, and then, nobody knew quite what to say.

Besides the chunk of stone that barely remained intact under Yun Ran's feet, everything else had collapsed, explaining the billowing dust.

The two who were confronting Yun Ran, as well as Xin Fu, were all lying on the ground in a sorry state.

They were all covered in dust, and from a distance, it was impossible to distinguish one from another.

Yun Ran awkwardly retracted her hand and with clear and innocent eyes, she looked towards the Judging Panel not far from her.

"Can I say, I didn't do this on purpose? I really didn't expect the platform to be so flimsy."

Judging Panel: ...

They had been too confident before. They thought Yun Ran knew restraint, but apparently, restraint depends on the situation.

Especially since everyone was now disfigured by the dust coating their bodies.

After a long while, the Judging Panel's people reluctantly announced that the other three were out of the competition since Yun Ran was the only person left on the platform.

Then the logistics team, looking at the arena that had become ruins, truly couldn't help but cry.

This arena had cost them a fortune to build.

To make it cooler, they even hollowed out part of the competition center, turning the stage into an elevator platform.

To construct such a project in such a large area, especially on an island, one could imagine the difficulty.

But now, it was all destroyed by a single strike from Yun Ran.

The shirt of the head of the logistics, once white, was now barely recognizable in color, and his facial features were completely distorted.

When he looked at the stone block under Yun Ran's feet, not exceeding one meter in diameter, he really wanted to rush over and demand from Yun Ran: Do I have a grudge against you!!!

No one in the competition center was spared; everyone was baptized by the dust.

Master Jiechen patted the dust off his bald head and sighed: "It looks like Yun Ran will go bankrupt."

Taoist Xia opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was completely at a loss for words.

In the end, he just gave a thumbs-up in Yun Ran's direction.

Daoist Qingmu, the classic good guy, was silent for a long time, wiping the dust off his face with his sleeve, before he finally murmured: "Lady Yun is truly a person without precedent or successor."

Since the start of the Xuanmen Competition, there has never been such an outrageous incident.

As for the future, with the lesson learned this time, the next competition will certainly have many more rules waiting.

Behind each preposterous rule, there lies a bloody lesson.