3401: Smart Feng Wu

Smart Feng Wu

Master Duanmu wanted to throttle Feng Wu, but how could he? The crown prince was there.1

The crown prince waved his hand, and Master Duanmu stumbled backward.

Elder Wu and Elder Yin caught Master Duanmu together, but the crown prince was so powerful that even the two elders were injured.

Pffft!

Elder Yin felt the blood in his chest and his meridians surge. He almost vomited blood!

Elder Wu was slightly weaker than Elder Yin, so he couldn't control himself and spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

The crown prince was still sitting in his high seat, and Feng Wu stood there with her hands behind her back, looking down at Master Duanmu with confidence on her face.

Master Duanmu felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head when he met the girl's clear and confident eyes. A chill ran down his spine.

Feng Wu glanced at Master Duanmu. "Why are you so anxious?"

Master Duanmu stared at Feng Wu.

Feng Wu said, "I'm curious. Master Duanmu, why are you so flustered? Didn't you study the design draft for years? So what if I tear the drawings up? You can just draw them again."

Feng Wu had countless ways to prove Master Duanmu had stolen the drawings. For example, she could say there was a special spice in the paper, and anyone who came into contact with it would behave in a certain way, but she couldn't be bothered.

She wanted everyone to see that Master Duanmu couldn't draw it from memory.

If Master Wang couldn't transcribe the blueprints, neither could Master Duanmu.

Feng Wu's confidence stemmed from the fact that the drawings Master Duanmu gave Jun Linyuan were her work, and Master Duanmu didn't transcribe them himself. Therefore, he would never be able to draw them on his own.

Only by completely understanding every inscription and formation on it could one transcribe it. Master Duanmu was far from being able to do that.

As expected, Master Duanmu was rendered speechless by Feng Wu's words. He gritted his teeth and glared at Feng Wu, but couldn't say a word.

Feng Wu grinned at him.

"Am I wrong?" Feng Wu smiled. "Master Duanmu, didn't you say you've been working on the inscriptions and formations for so many years? Why can't you draw them again?"

Master Duanmu glared at Feng Wu.

Master Wang almost laughed out loud.

How clever!

That was so clever!

Why didn't he think of this method? If he couldn't transcribe the blueprints himself, Duanmu definitely couldn't either.

The only person who could redraw the design was Feng Wu, the original owner.

Everyone else looked at Master Duanmu suspiciously.

Previously, they firmly believed that the design of the fighter jet was really drawn by Master Duanmu. After all, everyone knew Master Duanmu's attainments in inscriptions.

Therefore, Elder Wu turned around and stared at Master Duanmu, signaling him to retort to Feng Wu.

What was there to be afraid of? Just draw it!

The others also hinted to Master Duanmu with their eyes, "Draw it. Why don't you say you're going to draw it?

"What's so difficult about that?"

Master Duanmu felt bitter.

How was he supposed to draw it?

He had indeed seen the blueprints, but there were a few particularly difficult inscriptions that he had yet to master. How could he draw them?

However, he believed he was currently the strongest inscription master in the entire Nest Fortress, so no matter what he drew, no one would dare to say he made a mistake.

At that thought…

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