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Inside VIP Room 77, the atmosphere was oppressive.
Xia Shuyao stood quietly to one side, her posture demure, while Chen Xiaojun and Xia Yun sat side by side.
Chen Xiaojun's eyes, usually as calm as still water, now held a faint shadow, and his expression had darkened slightly.
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He tilted his head slightly, seemingly listening to the clamor rising from the Arena below, yet an invisible barrier seemed to stand between him and those sounds, preventing them from truly reaching his ears.
Xia Yun was the first to break the stifling silence. His gaze shifted toward Chen Xiaojun, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes. "What is it? Still in a bad mood?"
Chen Xiaojun frowned slightly, a barely perceptible trace of irritation in his voice. "Of course not. I was just wondering why we had to go about it this way."
The corners of Xia Yun's lips lifted into a meaningful smile. "Then, Young Master, what exactly is on your mind?"
Chen Xiaojun shook his head gently, his voice low. "Nothing."
Seeing this, Xia Yun looked down at the Arena 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 refrained from using the Blood Spear Formation. Apart from that, they displayed all the tactics and strength they should have."
"Yellow Emperor Academy also fought with everything they had to defeat Qing Lin Academy, who were using the Peerless Spear Formation."
Chen Xiaojun's brows knitted tightly, his expression growing graver. "It was a match played with a tacit understanding."
"We put in the effort, and Sister Shuyao and the others fought with everything they had just to