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"You're not mistaken," Yan Xiaobao finally said after noticing the stunned expression on Deng Wu's face. Deng Wu prided himself on being a master of controlling his emotions, yet with Yan Xiaobao, he let his typically meticulous demeanor relax slightly—and his poker face crumbled instantly.
"The skills I'm selling are useless, remember? They are tailor-made for creators, so even if you want to acquire them, they'll be of no benefit to you. By the time you're ready to learn, you'll already have far more powerful attack-based capabilities."
A rush of surprise rose within Deng Wu's chest, soon giving way to a faint sense of admiration. Up to now, Yan Xiaobao had shown remarkable potential to become a cunning individual capable of using his abilities and the gifts bestowed by God outside conventional norms. However, to think he deliberately staged such a grand auction merely to sell useless skills—it was still a revelation too shocking for words.
