"Mr. Mark Victor." Chen Mu called out to Mark Victor, who was getting ready to leave. It was the third week of their actual combat confrontation.
Mark Victor looked surprised, and turned around with an inquiring look, "What's the matter?" Apart from asking about something he didn't understand, it was the first time Chen Mu had called out to him after training.
Chen Mu handed over a card, "This card might be of use to you."
"What card?" Mark Victor asked a little strangely as he took it.
He suddenly remembered Chen Mu's other identity, that of a card master.
Slightly taken aback, he suddenly realized that he had missed an extremely important piece of information. He didn't know anything about Chen Mu's identity as a card master at all.
What was Chen Mu's level?
What kind of card was he good at making?
What was his position at the base?
And so on. He didn't have any idea.
"I call it the 'big mud fish.'"
"Big mud fish?" Mark Victor looked a little surprised, "What a strange name."
The name big mud fish was too strange, and it was hard to imagine what kind of card it was from its name.
"It's a jet-stream card." Chen Mu explained.
"A jet-stream card?"
Mark Victor was turning the big mud fish card over and over with great interest, forcing down his impulse to try out that strangely named jet-stream card, and smiling warmly, "Many thanks." Although he might not necessarily use it, it was still out of Chen Mu's good intentions.
"You're welcome." Chen Mu turned around and left the training room.
Mark Victor looked at Chen Mu's back, and couldn't help laughing, thinking that he really wasn't a cute guy.
After Chen Mu left the training room, he inserted the big mud fish card into his apparatus.
It was about time.
Chen Mu was calculating in his mind that there wasn't any place he had overlooked in his plan.
He dialed Bo Wen's communications card.
"Hello, Bo Wen?
The card has been made, and please bring along the 'weak water' pen set.
We'll meet in fifteen minutes at the number two comprehensive laboratory. "
In the number two comprehensive laboratory, the usual smile on Bo Wen's face was nowhere to be seen, and it was replaced with amazement, "Good card!"
On the surface, the card was a very ordinary wavy blade card, only able to emit one wavy blade at a time, except that the wavy blade wasn't moon white, but rather a bright blood red.
Each wavy blade was formed by five overlapping wavy blades. Its power was unparalleled, and its damage could reach a frightening 611.
In principle, this card was very similar to the stacked wave card, both formed by superimposing multiple wavy blades.
But the card that Chen Mu had designed had a lot of improvements.
The initial structure of the multiple wavy blades formed by the stacking wave card was exactly the same.
In the card Chen Mu had made, the composition of the two adjacent wavy blades was completely opposite, which actually made it easier for them to overlap.
Not only that, but Chen Mu had also used his knowledge of the token to improve it. The token structure with computing power could greatly reduce the time it took to stack up the wavy blades.
That would greatly increase the frequency of the card's attack, which would satisfy Bo Wen's requirements.
"Good card!" Bo Wen couldn't remember how many times he had praised the card.
In his opinion, for a three-star card to be able to do this, it was already the limit of a three-star card.
If he had known that Chen Mu still had a tailless shuttle card in his hands, with an attack that could reach 756, who knew what he would have thought.
"What's this card called?" Bo Wen asked curiously.
Chen Mu said casually, "This card belongs to you. You name it."
A look of astonishment flashed through Bo Wen's eyes. Generally speaking, a card master would rarely be so casual about the name of the work he was so proud of.
Was it his personality?
Or was it that in his eyes, this card didn't count for anything?
Under the light, Bo Wen's eyes flashed as he looked at Chen Mu thoughtfully.
He quickly came back to his senses and muttered, "This card's wavy blades are like blood, incomparably sharp. Let's call it the blood sharp card." Chen Mu naturally didn't have any objections.
Despite Bo Wen's constant praise, Chen Mu wasn't very pleased.
Although the blood sharp card's attack damage could reach 611, with the tailless shuttle card in front of him, that result wasn't enough to be proud of.
Moreover, in order to greatly increase the power of the blood sharp card, he had used the finest materials, and that sharp card represented the highest level he could reach.
But the materials used for the tailless shuttle card were a lot inferior to those used for the blood sharp card.
Many of those materials would have been considered high-grade materials before, but at the base, they could only be considered the most ordinary materials.
One was a card made of ordinary materials, with a damage value of 756.
The other was a card made of the highest-grade materials Chen Mu could think of, with a damage value of 611.
The difference between the two was obvious, which showed how far his level was from the level of the card master who had designed the tailless shuttle card.
So, even though Bo Wen kept praising the blood sharp card for being outstanding, Chen Mu wasn't moved.
That made Bo Wen appreciate that sallow and unprepossessing youth all the more.
It wasn't an easy thing for a teenager to face praise and not be proud.
Chen Mu didn't intend to waste any time, and he asked directly, "What about the 'weak water' pens?"
Bo Wen looked at Chen Mu with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, since he hadn't run into someone who spoke so directly in a long time.
Which one of the people he had come into contact with hadn't been shrouded in mist and clouds?
Although he was quite scheming, he liked Chen Mu's straightforward temperament all the more, and he was constantly plotting how he could get Chen Mu to join the Eastern Ning's.
Seeing that Bo Wen wasn't saying anything, Chen Mu couldn't help but frown, "Is there a problem?"
Could there have been a change?
Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat.
Under the snow-white light, Chen Mu didn't know if it was a change in his mood, but an almost imperceptible black glow floated up in his eyes.
That was one of the side effects of practicing breath control during that time. Whenever he encountered danger or excitement, he would often unconsciously move his perceptual frequency toward the frequency of breath control.
Sometimes the two would coincide, and Chen Mu would immediately enter the state of breath control.
But that time was very short, and he would often immediately withdraw from the state of breath control in a second or two.
That was only a kind of subconscious action, and couldn't be maintained. But at the same time, there wouldn't be any side effects.
Chen Mu's temperament suddenly changed, and the air around him seemed to chill, with his gloomy gaze giving rise to a chill in people's hearts.
The strong contrast between before and after gave Bo Wen a huge shock. He had never thought that such a young card master, who didn't seem to have anything special about him, would have such a cold and severe side.
He suddenly remembered that Ning Peng had once said that Chen Mu had killed a card artisan from the Zuo family.
Of course the Zuo family card artisans weren't anything in his eyes, but he couldn't help smelling something unusual about Chen Mu's identity as a card master.
He was a little regretful that he should have carefully investigated the true details of that unpredictable youth.
He had previously restrained himself from investigating Chen Mu's details because he didn't want to alarm the Amay Ning's. If they had discovered Chen Mu's value, then his own plan would have likely failed, or he would have run into some pretty big obstruction.
Because of the angle, Bo Wen could clearly capture the black glow that floated up in Chen Mu's eyes.
What was that?
Bo Wen was shocked that his eyes could change color?
But he felt it was a little familiar, as though he had seen it somewhere.
Although it had only been a short time, and that black glow had only been a flash, he was sure that he had seen it clearly, and that it wasn't a hallucination from his blurred vision.
His eyes were shrouded in a layer of faint black, and he felt that he had seen it somewhere before, though he couldn't quite remember where.
He stopped himself from letting his imagination run wild and smiled warmly, like a spring breeze caressing his face. "How could that be?
My credit is still just barely passable. "Saying that, he pulled out a light purple velvet bag from his chest.
The velvet bag was about half the size of a book, and it was a cloth bag with a special tri-colored twisted silk thread that could be used to tighten the bag opening.
"This is a velvet bag woven from purple civet fur. It is waterproof, extremely soft, and very sturdy, and not even an ordinary dagger can cut it.
The tri-colored twisted silk thread at the mouth of the bag is woven from blue silk vine, pure gold hemp, and brown spider silk. Ha ha, its own value isn't low, and only a high-grade wavy blade card could cut it. "
Saying that, Bo Wen opened the bag and took out a waist bag, which he handed to Chen Mu.
The waist bag was made from some kind of unknown blue leather, which was naturally covered with fine fluorescent blue scales. Under the light, its luster was like rippling water, which was very attractive.
Opening the waist bag, there were seven card pens of different sizes and styles inserted neatly inside.
Pulling out the first pen, which was a slanted blade pen, he spread his perception to the tip, and a strange feeling was suddenly transmitted from the tip.
Once his perception touched the tip of the slanted blade pen, he immediately felt it flow like water, dividing into many strands. Each strand of perception was like a small stream of water, flowing smoothly around the tip of the slanted blade pen.
"Good pen!" Even Chen Mu, who had always been wooden, couldn't help but look pleasantly surprised.
Carefully experiencing the flow of perception from the tip of the slanted blade pen, he vaguely understood why grandmaster Kuo Haofeng had named it "weak water."
Bo Wen was smiling as he looked at Chen Mu, seeing that Chen Mu really liked that set of pens.
As long as there was something he liked, it would be easy.
He felt that there was no use in forcing a card master at Chen Mu's level. Only when someone was truly willing to serve you could you get his greatest value.
If he wanted to poach Chen Mu to the Eastern Ning, he would have to consider his own opinion.
Seeing how much Chen Mu liked "weak water," the stone in Bo Wen's heart finally fell.
He wasn't afraid that Chen Mu would like it; he was afraid that Chen Mu wouldn't like it.
If you were comparing collections, you could count on your fingers the number of people in the entire Eastern Region who could compare to the Eastern Ning, and among them, the Amay Ning wasn't one of them.
Chen Mu tried them out one by one, and was extremely satisfied.
No wonder it was the work of a master. When he used it, whether it was the feel of it or any other aspect, it was far from what the ordinary goods on the market could compare to.
And the "weak water" could help a card master more effectively control his perception. With the help of the "weak water" pen set, he could even try to challenge a level-four card, though that was something for the future.
Moreover, if he were to be opportunistic in his daily life, it would be hard to improve his skill.
Although tools were good, they couldn't be relied on too much. Chen Mu was sober and restrained on that point.
Carefully putting away the "weak water" pen set, Chen Mu said his goodbyes to Bo Wen, and then turned to leave the training room.
Bo Wen didn't urge him to stay, smiling as he watched Chen Mu leave.
He waited until Chen Mu's silhouette had disappeared from the door of the training room, when the smile on Bo Wen's face abruptly disappeared, and his eyes, which had just been like spring, became as cold as winter.
He didn't leave the training room right away, lowering his head to think.
He had been secretly paying attention to every detail of Chen Mu's change. That faint blackness that had just floated up between Chen Mu's eyes was like a thorn in his heart, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
Bo Wen was very calm, very confident in his own judgment.
The reason he was brooding over it was that he always felt there was something familiar about it.
But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of anyone he had ever met who had a similar phenomenon.
If that were really the case, then it would give him a familiar feeling, and he would most likely have seen it in some ancient text.
He had been looked upon as the successor to the Eastern Ning since he was little, and he could browse the clan's collection of books and notes at will. That was what every grandson of the Eastern Ning's had to experience.
It had to be some ancient text or note.
There was a clear and cold light flashing in his eyes, and his brain was working at high speed.
Bo Wen's face suddenly changed as he kept his head down.
Raising his head, his face was strangely pale, and there was a rare flash of panic in his eyes.
But his self-control was amazing, and he immediately realized he had lost his composure.
Closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, he finally calmed down a little from his turbulent state of mind.
He activated the communications card in his apparatus and dialed a number.
During the ten or so seconds it took to get through, the normally patient Bo Wen felt a little impatient.
When the call finally connected, a screen popped up in front of him, on which appeared a sleepy young girl.
"It's so late, brother. You still haven't slept?" It was Bo Wen's little sister, Ning Jia.
Ning Jia was wearing a loose white nightgown, her hands rubbing her eyes that she could hardly open.
"Go to the library right now, Jia Jia."
"I'm very sleepy, brother. How about tomorrow?
Who would let someone go to the library so late? Sleep can affect the skin! "Ning Jia was talking in her sleep, with a strong sense of dissatisfaction.
"Go quickly!" Bo Wen was irritated, and his tone became more severe than ever.