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Zhuang Mocheng steadied himself, his brows lifting slightly as he said gravely, "Xiaojun, from what I can see, this doesn't seem to be a clone, does it?"
Chen Xiaojun chuckled softly and flicked his long sleeve. "Heh, nothing gets past your keen eyes, Elder Zhuang. The one down below is the clone."
Down in the grounds below, Chen Xiaojun lightly patted Ma Wencai on the shoulder and asked softly, "Are you confident about the matches ahead?"
In Chen Xiaojun's eyes, this competition was undoubtedly more unfavorable for Ma Wencai than for anyone else on the team.
Ma Wencai was currently only a Soul Elder. At fourteen, he was already outstanding within the Middle Division, but against the powerful competitors from the Higher Division, his disadvantage immediately became apparent.
Ma Wencai lifted his head slightly, determination shining in his eyes. "Yes. I'll give it everything I've got and aim for ten straight wins."
Chen Xiaojun's lips curved into an approving smile. "Good. With that determination, you're already halfway to success."
Then, with steady strides, Ma Wencai resolutely stepped onto the second arena, which had been set aside specifically for the ten-win challenge.
Below the arena, a shout immediately rose from the commoner experts' section. "Ma Wencai, level thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder from Class 2-4, here to seek instruction from you all today!"
Although Ma Wencai was a year older than Chen Xiaojun, he had been placed a year lower during his entrance assessment at Chang'an Academy because his foundations from his former elementary school had not been solid enough.
Now, he too was in the second year of the Middle Division, though he attended an ordinary class.
Ma Wencai's challenge initially stirred a flicker of anger among some of the commoner experts, but