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Inside VIP Room 77, the atmosphere was oppressive.
Xia Shuyao stood quietly and obediently to one side, while Chen Xiaojun and Xia Yun sat side by side.
Chen Xiaojun's normally calm, unruffled eyes now held a faint gloom, and his expression looked somewhat dark.
He tilted his ear slightly, as if listening to the raucous clamor coming from the arena below, yet the sound seemed separated from him by an invisible barrier, unable to truly reach his ears.
Xia Yun was the first to break the stifling silence. He looked toward Chen Xiaojun, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, and asked, "What's wrong? Still in a bad mood?"
Chen Xiaojun frowned slightly, his tone carrying a trace of irritation that was hard to detect. "How could I not be? I'm just wondering why things had to be done this way."
The corners of Xia Yun's mouth lifted gently, revealing a faint, meaningful smile as he asked in return, "Then, Young Master, what exactly do you think about it?"
Chen Xiaojun shook his head lightly, his voice low. "Nothing."
Seeing this, Xia Yun raised his eyes to look below and said unhurriedly, "From beginning to end, Young Master, you never personally arranged anything. This wasn't match-fixing."
"In fact, Qing Lin Academy simply didn't use the Blood Spear Formation. Apart from that, they displayed all the tactics and strength they should have."
"Mystic Yellow Academy also went all out and defeated Qing Lin Academy when they were using the Absolute Spear Formation."
Chen Xiaojun's brows knitted tightly, his expression growing increasingly grave. "It was a tacit match."
"We put in effort, and Sister Shuyao and the others went all out to defeat Ping An Academy. That's why so many people outside are talking, saying we did Ping