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"All right, what youngster doesn't act stupid?" Wang Wei wiped his mouth, spraying Chen Xiaojun's face with a reek of alcohol mixed with blood.
Chen Xiaojun was silent for a long time, his gaze deep. At last, he slowly said, "Old Wang, have you figured out what's going on with their Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"
"Their fusion skill looked quite advanced to me. The Mystic Turtle's moves—Profound Water Barrier, Corrosive Mist Rain, and Tortoise-Shell Rebound—all preserved the essence of their own soul skills."
Wang Wei took a dull swig of wine. Daylight cut a line of light and shadow across the old man's shoulders as he said leisurely, "You mean that Mystic Water Armor-Corroding Turtle, don't you..."
After that, he recounted everything that had happened in the VIP room in full detail.
"I truly didn't expect two sixth-grade shield-type martial souls to fuse into a top-tier soul beast like the Mystic Water Armor-Corroding Turtle. Its origins must not be simple," Wang Wei said with emotion.
Chen Xiaojun's brows furrowed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Mystic Darkness Sect? The Zhong Clan and Yang Family will naturally investigate it thoroughly."
Wang Wei nodded slightly, then changed the subject. "An accident happened in this match. Are we still going through with tomorrow's matter?"
Chen Xiaojun's gaze was firm, and he said decisively, "Yes! It only needs a slight adjustment. When the time comes, it will all depend on you, Old Wang."
Wang Wei gave a snort of laughter, wine dripping down his grizzled beard. "Don't worry. This is something Lao Wang is good at."
Just then, a tidal roar of cheers suddenly erupted, drawing both their attention.
Before long, Neil Severn came running in, panting, his face full of excitement. "Captain, Qing Lin Academy won! They overturned