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At the edge of the arena, Chen Mu looked at Xue Shiming's proudly standing figure in the field, rubbed his chin, and wore a look of realization. "Heh, so that's what's going on!"
"So His Highness, the Heaven Dou Prince... was actively playing along as a plant?!"
Chen Mu had a quick mind and could figure out the key points, but because he was naturally easygoing and flighty, his reactions often seemed half a beat slow. He had something of Chen Gong from the Three Kingdoms' "late wisdom," always only savoring the meaning after the fact.
Zhu Wuneng grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Ain't this stealing Old Zhu's job? I'm the expert at this kind of work!"
Chen Xiaojun watched the arena calmly, his tone indifferent. "Although Xue Shiming is the loser, he does not represent only himself."
"He fought on behalf of Heaven Dou Royal Academy. How many resources and expectations did the Imperial Capital pour into his championship bid? On his shoulders rests the glory of the entire Heaven Dou Imperial Family and Heaven Dou City."
"Xiao Yi's strength is transcendent, like God's Advent to the mortal world. His defeat was inevitable."
"But for him, finding a more reasonable, more dignified, and more 'solid' reason for this defeat, so the academy's enormous investment and the Imperial Capital's expectations do not seem utterly meaningless, becomes especially important."
Chen Mu slapped his thigh, as if he had finally understood it completely. "Oh! I get it. Isn't this just shifting the blame in another form?"
"Put the blame on an existence even more unshakable and with extremely high prestige, and everyone feels a little better about it."
Chen Xiaojun nodded slightly and added, "That is one reason."
"Second, you know as well