Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 483

The man harbored filthy thoughts in his mind and naturally coaxed Yun Xiaoxiao into heading toward a secluded area.

Yun Xiaoxiao followed along, appearing utterly innocent and harmless.

"Are we there yet?" Yun Xiaoxiao asked with a smile.

The man glanced around, growing impatient but forcing himself to maintain a calm facade.

"Almost, almost."

Finally, they arrived at a nearly deserted corner, and the man revealed his true colors.

Driven by lust, he turned and lunged at Yun Xiaoxiao—only to be met with a vicious kick.

Whoosh! His entire body flew like a parabola before crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Cough!"

He groaned in pain, coughing twice and stirring up dust that coated his face.

As he tried to get up, a shadow loomed over him.

His head jerked up, locking eyes with a gaze that seemed both amused and mocking.

His eyes widened in shock.

It was her!

The suddenness of the attack had made him think someone else had kicked him.

But now, with no one else around, it was clear—she was the one who had struck him.

How was this possible?!

The sheer force behind that kick was beyond anything an ordinary person could muster!

But shouldn’t such a beautiful woman be nothing more than a delicate vase?

In his mind, beauty was merely ornamental—something meant to be possessed by men, never something with real power.

That was why he had dared to target her so brazenly.

Yun ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‍Xiaoxiao looked down at him, her smile widening.

"Have we reached our destination now?"

With that, she raised her foot and slowly pressed it against the man’s chest.

Terrified, the man struggled but found himself completely immobilized.

His eyes darted, and his hidden hand gathered strength, shooting an ice needle toward Yun Xiaoxiao.

But...

The moment the needle left his hand, it was engulfed in a burst of flames.

His hand, too, was scorched by the fire.

"AAAAAAHHHH!"

Agonizing pain wracked his body as he howled in torment.

"Xiaoxiao, are you—"

Just then, Shen Yan rushed over from behind.

His face was etched with concern, but when he saw the man writhing on the ground, his lips moved soundlessly, the rest of his words left unspoken.

Of course. Who was Yun Xiaoxiao?

Anyone who crossed her was doomed to suffer.

Still... it infuriated him.

How dare this scum lay a hand on her!

Earlier, while passing by, he had overheard people gossiping about a man leading a beautiful girl away. Based on their description, he immediately guessed it was Yun Xiaoxiao.

So he had hurried over.

And sure enough!

Ignoring the man’s cries, Shen Yan delivered another powerful kick, sending him flying.

This time, the man spat a mouthful of blood upon impact.

But it wasn’t over.

As soon as Shen Yan finished, Long Zhe and Tang Yanchi arrived.

The three of them took turns pummeling the man like a punching bag.

Blood spilled from his mouth, and his heart bled in despair.

He must have been cursed for eight lifetimes, wailing internally...

All he did was take a fancy to a beautiful woman—who turned out to be more thorny than a rose!

Being beaten by her was one thing, but where did these three come from?!

What did this have to do with them?!

It hurt so much!

Wailing internally... he was truly the unluckiest man alive...

By the end, the man had been reduced to a battered mess.

However, they didn’t take his life.

The competition had strict rules—during the event, conflicts could be settled privately, but fatalities were absolutely forbidden.

What happened afterward was up to personal discretion.

But during the competition, no lives could be taken.

After all, the event was already a massive gathering of survivors from across the nation, each with their own temperaments and grudges. Clashes were inevitable.

This rule existed to maintain order.

Otherwise, unchecked conflicts could spiral out of control and disrupt the entire competition.

The four of them walked away, leaving the pitiful wreck behind.

Though they had beaten him severely, they avoided fatal strikes.

So while the man looked half-dead, he would live.

As they walked, the atmosphere grew oddly tense.

Yun Xiaoxiao was the first to break the silence.

"It’s been a while. How have you all been these years?"

Truthfully, after the great war, she had rarely seen them.

She had gone abroad, only returning occasionally—mostly to scavenge for supplies.

Anything usable shouldn’t go to waste.

Especially in recent years, she hadn’t met them even once.

She recognized them now only because of the prompts on her "Scum-Detection Panel."

Time had changed Long Zhe and the others drastically—so much that she almost didn’t recognize them.

"Yeah, not bad," Long Zhe replied.

His mind flashed with memories of charging alone into dense forests, battling ferocious mutated creatures.

All that pain and hardship now condensed into a simple "not bad."

As if it had all vanished like smoke in the wind.

Only the marks of time remained on his body.

Tang Yanchi pursed his lips. "Same as usual. Nothing special."

He would never admit how he had trained day and night, pushing himself to the brink, just to keep up with someone’s pace.

Both pretended to be nonchalant, but Shen Yan sighed dramatically, stepping backward to face Yun Xiaoxiao with a pitiful expression.

"These years have been tough. I trained relentlessly every day just to get stronger."

He spoke theatrically, rolling up his sleeve to show the scars covering his arm.

Old wounds layered with fresh ones—a gruesome sight.

Yun Xiaoxiao’s eyes flickered, and she casually pulled out a jar of ointment.

"This works well for scars. Take it."

Shen Yan accepted it with a grin. "Thanks."

Somehow, to Long Zhe and Tang Yanchi, his tone carried a hint of smugness.

They both shot him sidelong glances.

This guy... such a smooth talker!

The four of them chatted idly as they made their way to the registration area.

"Xiaoxiao, over here!"

A bright voice called out as they approached.

They turned to see a slightly dorky-looking girl waving enthusiastically at them.

Recognizing her, Yun Xiaoxiao walked over.

The moment they met, Qu Xiaobei looped her arm around Yun Xiaoxiao’s, clinging affectionately.

"Xiaoxiao, come on, I’ll take you to register," Qu Xiaobei said cheerfully.

She stood a head shorter than Yun Xiaoxiao. If not for Yun Xiaoxiao’s long hair, their silhouettes might have looked like a sweet couple from behind...