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Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Jiang Chen took out his acupuncture kit and methodically inserted needles into the bronze man.

Although the Poison-Suppressing Baleful-Dispelling Needles had only reached the Minor Success stage, his needling technique carried a tranquil, effortless beauty, as though he were an old physician who had spent an entire lifetime healing the sick.

"This..."

Physician Duan, who had been eagerly awaiting the result, suddenly widened his eyes.

He had studied the Poison-Suppressing Baleful-Dispelling Needles for several years, so he could naturally tell at a glance just how deep Jiang Chen's mastery of the technique was.

With such practiced movements, how could this merely be Minor Success? He was probably infinitely close to Major Success.

One had to know that acupuncture was heavily dependent on one's condition. Only by maintaining peak condition could one display the highest level of skill.

Yet Jiang Chen's current needling appeared relaxed and ordinary, without the slightest sign of strain.

He was simply a monster.

"He really reached Minor Success?!"

Yun Jingchuan, whose face was filled with tension, clenched both fists so tightly that his body trembled.

Even though he was not a physician, he could still see that Jiang Chen's attainments in acupuncture were extraordinary.

Who would have thought that Jishi Hall, in whom he had placed such great hopes, would be helpless, while Jiang Chen, who had appeared out of nowhere, now held his life and death in his hands?

Heaven never barred every path for a man.

"It's done!"

Only after a full three quarters of an hour did Jiang Chen stop, letting out a soft breath.

The Poison-Suppressing Baleful-Dispelling Needles were a sixth-turn composite needle technique. The needle insertion alone required more than a thousand punctures, and the placement and depth of every needle could not be off by even a