Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds: Duelists Beyond Light

Chapter 17 Speed ​​17 Clear Mist of the Ice Barrier
Actually... is there such a thing? !

Putting all the clues together, it seems that the only possibility is what Dickard said.

As early as when he was repairing that section of the conveyor belt, You Qing had already felt a little strange. The parts and lubricants on it were very new, so there should not be any parts falling off.

Now, he finally understood.

All of this is actually a means for the factory director to seek personal gain.

You Qing was about to say something, but was stopped by Dickade. He put away his serious expression and smiled, saying, "You Qing, don't get involved in this matter. After so many years in the satellite area, people like us at the bottom have our own ways."

"Anyway, thank you very much for tonight."

"Hmm... the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow! I'll be on vacation then, so give me a chance to express my gratitude. How about letting me treat you to a nice meal at Area A?"

"I know a great restaurant in the A13 area, let's go there!"

After a night of casual conversation, You Qing gained a basic understanding of the Satellite District's structure. This desolate, dilapidated city wasn't entirely filled with garbage. The entire city was divided into various subdistricts, from A to Z. District A was the most prosperous area of ​​the Satellite District. It housed numerous shops and stores. While it couldn't compare to the prosperity of New Boys' City, it was still a rare gem among the garbage.

"Then I'll come to the factory to see you the day after tomorrow night." You Qing responded with a smile. He just happened to have some things he wanted to find out from Dickade.

Dickard nodded, and the meal was settled.

Shun Hirata and Lali next to them did not interrupt. Judging from their eyes, they both wanted to go very much. After all, going to a restaurant was such a rare thing for them. But unfortunately, their rest was on a rotation basis. It was impossible for three of the five people on the night shift to go out for dinner, right?

Finally, after saying hello to the others, You Qing walked out of the factory into the glaring sunlight.

At the same time, at the Public Security Bureau on the other side of Area F, Niu Weizhe, who had stayed up all night, had just completed the report on the so-called "pursuit exercise."

Countless pieces of waste paper were placed on the table, surrounding a report that was the only one that was still passable. Even so, the words on it were still extremely sloppy, as if containing some kind of anger and resentment.

"Damn it..." Niu Weizhe slammed his fist down. "Such a serious incident happened, and they just brushed it off with a mere act of pursuit? How ridiculous!"

Compared to his other colleagues, Niu Weizhe is one of the few sheriffs who wants to do something practical. He knows that he cannot change this dirty satellite city with his own power, but at least he can clean up some garbage as much as possible.

Last night, someone had clearly committed a crime that was almost serious, but the people above just said a few words and allowed the criminal to continue doing evil.

What Niu Wei hated most were those bastards who used the D wheel to cause destruction everywhere, but under the pressure of power, he had to submit.

"Tsk! No! You don't have to listen to that guy!"

Anger burned in Ushio Tetsu's heart, and reflected in his eyes was the sight of a duelist speeding past him on a D-wheel.

"It's only because he used the incident of letting the suspect escape as leverage that I had to submit to his control!"

"If we could catch that guy, I wouldn't have to write this disgusting fake report anymore!"

Having made a secret decision, Niu Wei snatched up the report from the desk and strode out of the office. After submitting the documents, he didn't go home to rest after a sleepless night. Instead, he donned his helmet, mounted his D-wheeled vehicle, and headed off down the street...

E29 District, Kajiki Street, No. 767. Gray sunlight streamed in through the narrow glass, eventually landing on an ancient, aged wooden plaque. On it were three large, flamboyantly written characters: "Ji Bing Liu."

This is a duel gym that has been in decline for a long time. Many of the furnishings are obviously old, but there is not a speck of dust on the wooden tables, chairs and stakes. Although they are old, they have all been wiped clean, especially the plaque hanging on the wall.

At this moment, there were two people kneeling in the Taoist temple, one old and one young.

Surprisingly, the person sitting in the main seat was not the white-haired old man, but the young girl who was no more than 20 years old. The old man in simple clothes sat in the second seat with a black ruler in front of him and the word "Seng Zheng" embroidered on his retro robe.

Looking along both sides towards the entrance of the dojo, I saw two rows of neatly stacked Taoist robes, each with the inscribed side facing upwards. From the main seat downwards, the titles were "Shenbing", "Tuo Luo", "Penglai", "Wayne", etc.

"How long has it been?" The girl with long ice-blue hair finally spoke, breaking the long silence.

The old man looked at his nose with his eyes, and then at his heart with his nose. He simply replied with two words: "Here I come."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sound of stumbling footsteps outside the gym. A young man, reeking of alcohol and with blue hair, walked in in a daze and sat down on the ground. His body was covered in a racing suit covered in vomit.

"Where's the Light Spear Dragon? Where did you take it?" the cold-faced girl shouted sternly, her dark eyebrows raised and her expression sharp.

"Oh, I didn't find it~" The young man breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes half-open, drowsy. "The D-round is also lost. Oh, and the helmet..."

Upon hearing this, the old man snatched the ruler in front of him with a "swish" and was about to stand up angrily.

The young man shuddered in fear at first, as if by reflex, then decided to throw in the towel and yelled through his alcohol-smoked voice, "Fight! Keep fighting! There are only three of us left in the Jibingliu. Kill me and we can disband right here. Come on!"

The old man swallowed his anger and glared at him with eyes wide open. Although the young man spoke toughly, he didn't have the courage to look him in the face. He just lowered his head and shook it slightly, looking like he was still drunk.

The girl sitting in the main seat was also angry, but more of her anger was due to her disappointment. She explained again with a serious expression:

"Lan, that D-wheeler is the only hope for restoring the Polar Ice Stream. The Ice Barrier Dragon, Light Spear Dragon, is a precious treasure left behind by previous directors."

"I said, I won't stop you from becoming a D-round player, but the prerequisite is that you meet the age requirement."

"You're only seventeen. You're not even qualified to drive a D-wheeler. Besides, you shouldn't be drinking."

"Hehehe..." Upon hearing this, the boy called "Lan" couldn't help but sneer, "Is it really a matter of age, my dear sister?"

"Stop lying! I already knew from the last time I fainted during the duel that I'm one of those special people who is extremely sensitive to 3D projections!!"

"Others can withstand 4,000 or even 40,000 damage without any problem, but I might not even be able to withstand a virtual impact of 1,000!!"

"You and the old man have been trying to stop me time and time again just for this reason. However, I'm officially telling you today!!"

"I, Tianguang Wulan, will die on the duel stage!!"

"If I can only have one identity in this life, it must be a duelist!!!"

(End of this chapter)