Yu-Gi-Oh!: Worldwide Mix, the Ultimate Necromancer Duel

Chen Feng's voice trembled slightly with excitement, each word carrying an undeniable certainty:

"Tell me, which year's top four did he compete in? No—just based on that suffocating pressure and that fluid resource management ability, I wouldn't doubt that he was a city duel champion from some year!"

He turned to Brother Ji, his eyes sharp as knives: "You brought over a master of this caliber, and then casually told me he's just a top 64 player? You've been playing me for so long, making me genuinely believe it was my own performance declining or a misjudgment..."

Brother Ji's expression became extremely complex—embarrassment, injustice, confusion, and a hint of bewilderment that even he himself couldn't quite understand, all mixed together on his face.

"Huh? You thought I was just playing a trick on you?" Brother Ji finally realized, shaking his head with a wry smile, "No, no, no, you misunderstood..."

He paused, as if searching for the right words: "I did play you, but not in the way you imagine."

Chen Feng was completely confused: "So, did you play a trick or not?"

Brother Ji took a deep breath and slowly revealed the truth: "Actually, You Chen... he was just a new duelist I temporarily found to cooperate with the act."

Seeing Chen Feng's expression freeze instantly, Brother Ji quickly added, "Don't look at me like that, I'm telling the truth. He doesn't even have his own Duel Disk; the one he's using today was one I lent him."

After he finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence.

Chen Feng stared, his mouth agape, the shock on his face several times greater than when he had lost the duel. His mind seemed to freeze, repeatedly processing this unbelievable information.

"You call this... a rookie duelist?" Chen Feng's lips twitched.

Then, as if talking to himself, he murmured, "So who am I? What am I? Was I just... dueling a newbie?"

Chen Feng originally thought You Chen was a retired master or a low-profile god, but it turned out that the other party was a complete newcomer.

If he hadn't just personally experienced that utterly crushing match, he almost would have believed it.

"Do you think I'd believe that?" Chen Feng stared at Brother Ji, his voice low and menacing. "Are you still playing me?"

Just then, a steady sound of footsteps approached from afar.

You Chen packed up his deck and walked over slowly. His expression was calm and normal, as if the exciting duel just now was nothing more than routine practice.

"Brother, is it convenient to settle your wages?" You Chen asked casually. "Ten thousand yuan, cash or bank transfer?"

He thought to himself that he was finally going to get the money, and that his food and lodging expenses for the next few days would be covered.

It was this simple and unadorned sentence that made Chen Feng completely believe what Brother Ji said.

—Where would a true dueling master put on a show for someone for ten thousand dollars?

Chen Feng knew the industry's going rate all too well. A duelist with even a little fame could easily earn over a million for a GG endorsement; invitations to participate in exhibition matches or provide private coaching could bring in astronomical appearance fees. Acting for ten thousand yuan? That was simply a pipe dream.

He looked at You Chen carefully again. The other party had already put the deck into a simple card box and organized the duel disk.

When You Chen looked up, there was no trace of the arrogance of a victor in his eyes, only a calm and profound depth.

"Chen Feng, your strength is actually quite good," You Chen suddenly said, his tone sincere. "I might have spoken a little harshly during the duel just now, but that was purely for the performance, don't take it to heart."

He smiled slightly, a smile that carried a hint of apology.

Chen Feng was stunned, and then a strange sense of being flattered welled up inside him.

This tone and this posture clearly show the gentleness and tolerance of a senior guiding a junior!

"You're too modest," Chen Feng quickly replied, his attitude unconsciously becoming respectful. "That wasn't arrogance; it was a natural display of your strength. I was just too narrow-minded to see it..."

In this world where dueling strength reigns supreme, the rules are simple yet cruel.

Chen Feng's previous anger stemmed from his belief that the two were of similar skill levels and that the other party's attitude was humiliating; now that he understands that the gap in strength is like an insurmountable chasm, his mindset has completely changed.

It turns out that everything that just happened was actually guidance from this unassuming master through real combat!

Thinking of this, Chen Feng felt a deep sense of respect.

Now he can draw a conclusion.

You Chen is a veteran, but probably not many people know about him yet. He's a dark horse, and it's impossible for a newbie to recognize him.

Therefore, this explains why someone with great strength doesn't have money.

This is a stock with huge potential.

Seeing through the situation, Brother Ji immediately took out two stacks of banknotes from his bag and respectfully handed them over.

"Boss, here's twenty thousand!" he said with a beaming smile. "Please accept the extra ten thousand; consider it... a small token of appreciation for tea."

He paused, his tone becoming even more sincere: "I truly didn't expect someone of your stature to deign to act in this play with me. Thank you so much!"

Brother Ji knew in his heart that no matter what You Chen looked like on the surface, based on the level of dueling he had just displayed, he was definitely not an ordinary character.

Making connections with someone like that is definitely a sure-fire investment.

"Thanks then." You Chen accepted the money readily, carefully counted it, put it in his pocket, and a satisfied look appeared on his face.

"Sir, may I ask your real name?" Chen Feng cautiously probed. "Of course, if it's inconvenient, just pretend I didn't ask..."

"You Chen," the other person answered crisply. "That's the name."

Chen Feng quickly searched his memory—he had indeed never heard of this person before.

Given the strength You Chen has demonstrated, he should not be unknown in the dueling world.

Unless... he intentionally concealed his identity.

Chen Feng wisely refrained from delving into the matter and instead extended a sincere invitation: "Boss, if you don't mind, our Dragon Might Club sincerely hopes to have you join us."

He became more and more excited as he spoke: "With your skill level, you could easily become a technical advisor or even the chief coach! Just name your salary expectations, and we'll definitely..."

You Chen gently shook his head, interrupting him: "I appreciate your kind offer. However, I'm used to being free and don't plan to join any organization for the time being."

You Chen isn't stupid. Joining any club sounds nice, but in reality, it's full of broken rules.

And even if you're willing to do it, can it be as good as Duel Academy?

Although Chen Feng was disappointed, he didn't dare to force the issue.

You Chen raised the duel disk on his wrist: "Then this duel disk..."

Brother Ji immediately chimed in, laughing heartily, "It's yours! It was a spare disk anyway, so use it however you like."

Although he didn't understand why You Chen didn't even have a duel disk and seemed to need money, a smart person knows when to ask and when to keep quiet.

Being able to form a good relationship with such a person is nothing compared to the value of a duel disk.