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The Chen Clan mansion's training ground was brightly lit, the night wind carrying exhaustion as it swept through corridors and rooms.
Zhu Wuneng clenched the newly delivered schedule until his knuckles turned white. "Heavenly Spirit, Oasis, Shui Yue, Icebound... all seven matches are damn hard bones at second tier or above!"
He shook the sheets of paper, his hoarse voice like sandpaper scraping over rough stone. "Add in Moon Bay, Tianshui, Nine Heavens, Heavenly Mountain from the previous rounds—they won't even let us catch our breath! Do they really think we're made of iron?"
Chen Shurui sat within the lamplight, the cold gleam reflecting off his gloomy brows. "For a schedule like this, if someone says no one is manipulating it from the shadows, even a blind man wouldn't believe them."
In the corner, Du Gu Fu leaned against an ice-cold corridor pillar, closed his eyes, and sighed softly. "One disaster after another. Right now, the ones who can still go up... only eight or nine are left uninjured."
In the end, every gaze settled heavily on the young man's back in the field.
Chen Xiaojun sat quietly. The silent pressure around him gathered like a tide, yet he slowly raised his eyes, and the corner of his lips seemed to curve in the faintest hint of a smile. "We'll fight as we go."
He closed the list, his voice calm. "All of you, disperse. Rest first."
No one spoke again.
Several li away, in a secluded courtyard deep within an alley.
Dark clouds swallowed the remnant moon, leaving only the solidified shadows cast down by the high walls.
There was no light in the courtyard, only the shriek of wind passing the eaves, and an even