Chen Cong smiled softly at the sight and pulled the topic back on track. "All right, let's not get sidetracked. Let's talk about your own affairs instead."
An unprecedented light flickered in Chen Cong's eyes. He spoke very quickly, almost gesturing as he talked. "Just now, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill's fusion time was one breath—that is, three seconds—and the initial fusion rate reached an astonishing seventy percent!"
He could hardly hide his excitement, his tone rising. "Given time, diligent study, and hard training, raising the fusion rate should conservatively bring a leap of fifteen to twenty percent!"
With that, he looked at Chen Jianjun and Ximen Chuixue with burning eyes. "It seems the two of you will need to experiment more in the future and strengthen your coordination."
When Xue Tianming heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he smoothly proposed, "That's wonderful! Why not have Nephew Chuixue come to Soul Fighting Academy as well, together with Jianjun, and then head to the Elite Competition three years from now? Wouldn't that be splendid?"
It did not matter if Chen Xiaojun did not come to Soul Fighting Academy, but if Ximen Chuixue, who could perform a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Chen Jianjun, came, that would also be an enormous boost.
What was more, the power of this Martial Soul Fusion Skill was enough to rival a Soul Sage. If it were further polished, it could conservatively reach the level of a middle-stage Soul Sage.
In that case, wouldn't they have an even greater chance of winning the Elite Competition three years from now?
In the end, bringing Chen Xiaojun to Soul Fighting Academy was for the sake of winning the championship; it was only a means. Winning the Elite Competition was his true goal.
Thinking of this, Xue