Kung Fu Baby with 17 Doting Brothers-Chapter 648: The Dominant Little Tuanzi

Below the arena.

The three senior brothers split into two groups. Duan Xiayou circled around to see if he could find any junior brothers who might have crossed into foreign lands, while Tantai Yi and Li Zhou were responsible for cheering on the little junior sister.

When they heard Tuanzi mention forty-eight times, the two were stunned.

"Were there that many instances?" Li Zhou wondered.

During the exchange meeting, the two acted freely, occasionally overhearing discussions or noticing the gazes related to these discussions, but they scarcely understood and could only faintly guess from the looks directed at them.

Yet now, the little junior sister not only heard them many times but also understood them.

Li Zhou glanced at the third senior brother and found that although he appeared expressionless, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned.

This meant he was happy.

Being gossiped about and still happy... If it were him, he’d be happy too. No words from outsiders could harm them, but being defended by the little junior sister—how wonderful is that?

"It’s a pity no one targeted me," Li Zhou mumbled softly.

If he were bullied, perhaps the junior sister would stand up for him too.

Tuanzi knew nothing of her two senior brothers’ thoughts.

After smacking Mike’s face swollen, she kicked the sword up with her short legs.

"Hold it."

With a stern face, she lectured him with a milky voice, "Fight honorably for once, instead of badmouthing people behind their backs! Gossiping all day long won’t improve your skills!"

Mike didn’t quite understand, unable to articulate clearly either.

The sword was kicked back to him, so he just held it and fought back and forth a few times.

Tuanzi being shorter, the wooden sword was relatively short too, making her look like she’s always hovering mid-air dueling with Mike.

Even so, she managed to push Mike back step by step.

Some recognized it as Listening Wave Swordsmanship and were amazed at how masterfully she wielded it, their expressions changing several times.

[Translate these people’s expressions]

[Basically, it’s like, I treated you as a mascot and turns out you know Qinggong. I thought you only knew Qinggong, but you also know Listening Wave Swordsmanship... And there could be more additions]

[Screenshot screenshot, make them into emoji]

[However, this opponent’s swordsmanship is so poor, it doesn’t showcase Miaomiao’s prowess at all]

[Unsteady footing, flickering gaze, is this person really a martial artist? How does their country select participants for the exchange meeting?]

[Picking the best out of the short ones]

Not only the audience in the live broadcast thought this, but contestants from other countries also had similar doubts.

Looking at Mike’s skills, it seemed implausible for him to participate in an exchange match. Unless this was already the top level among martial artists in their country.

But if this epitomized top-level skills, that nation’s martial arts development is worrying!

Faced with varied looks from others, some of Mike’s teammates held their heads high, while others hung them in shame.

Their team leader showed only a face of exasperation.

To be fair, John and Mike were considered quite competent in their country, intending to develop in this field, especially John who planned to use his position ranking to get an important job upon returning home.

But now, it was all ruined!

After defeating the opponent with swordsmanship, Tuanzi didn’t rush to finish the match, but rather toyed with Mike like a cat toying with a mouse, twirling him in mid-air.

Not until Mike sat exhausted on the ground did she put away her sword, standing on one foot on the corner pillar of the arena, scanning around expressionlessly.

This silence was louder than words.

People who used to gossip about Tantai Yi’s appearance and treated Tuanzi with disdain quickly evaded her gaze.

At this moment, the one standing before them was not just a six-year-old girl, but also a martial arts master with her own principles.

[Wow, wow, I actually didn’t dare to breathe just now]

[Yes, at that moment Miaomiao really seemed like a beast ready to pounce, absolutely dare not provoke]

[I don’t dare to recognize her anymore, is this still our little darling?]

[I noticed the three senior brothers are like this too, though the third senior brother gently braids Tuanzi’s hair during shows, occasionally when expressionless, looking at the camera, I feel like being watched by a predator, it’s terrifying, though he’s handsome, he never loses his temper]

[I’ve watched shows with the eldest and second senior brothers, the eldest brother is alright, he exudes scholarly air, the second senior brother during an appraisal show sometimes glances over which gives a martial master vibe and an indescribable dominance, as if once occupying a high position]

[Do martial arts practitioners all have such unique auras?]

[The gaze of a master]

After successfully intimidating the crowd, Tuanzi suddenly flashed a sweet smile towards the arena below.

"Third senior brother, fourth senior brother, did Miaomiao perform well just now?"

Li Zhou gave a thumbs up.

"Super awesome!"

Tuanzi’s lips curled with satisfaction, then she looked at Tantai Yi, blinking her big eyes suggestively.

The white-haired, gold-eyed man didn’t move.

Tuanzi quickly made a heart gesture, continuously sending small hearts in Tantai Yi’s direction.

"Third senior brother! Third senior brother!"

Tantai Yi sighed slightly, unskilled in forming a heart.

Tuanzi instantly filled with fighting spirit, jumped directly off the corner pillar to challenge someone, "I want to challenge you!"

Armed with her brothers’ love, Tuanzi challenged four people in one go, relying on a small wooden sword, she became the first to accumulate five points in this group, successfully advancing.

Upon stepping off the arena, she jumped between the two senior brothers, extending her little hands.

Both senior brothers simultaneously reached out their hands.

"Gotcha both!"

Tuanzi clutched each of their arms, swinging in mid-air several times.

"Senior brother-brand swing is so much fun."

[Tears of envy continuously flowing]

[I also want a senior brother-brand swing]

[Under the lemon tree, you and me]

[The third senior brother is simply my ideal type, so, may I have a small heart from him?]

[Just had a few peanuts and already this drunk]

Outside the venue hosting the exchange match.

Duan Xiayou dragged his weary self, patrolling back and forth.

This was a big city with people of various races coming and going.

Finding the junior brother who crossed over was like seeking a needle in a haystack.

"Oh heavens," he couldn’t help but mutter, "can’t you be a bit more reliable?"

They were willing to send them over, so why not follow through?

He was so tired, wishing to find a place to lie down and rest.

No sooner had he spoken, the clear sky abruptly filled with dark clouds, thunder flashed, and torrential rain poured down. The weather changed too quickly, and Duan Xiayou, unable to evade, was soaked to the skin.

"I..."

Several words rolled on the tip of his tongue, only to be swallowed back down.

He wiped off the rainwater.

"You’re the heavens, you call the shots."

At the same time, not far from the venue, a man wearing a hat and an apron suddenly appeared.

Upon first catching the scent of this world, his first reaction was to cover his nose.

"How smelly! So stinky, how do they even live here?"