Yu-Gi-Oh!: Holding Ruri Kurosaki, I'm invincible!

Jin Sencang felt somewhat embarrassed for saying such terrible things and then receiving so much attention.

He had no choice but to pretend to pick up his coffee and drink it, acting like a big shot.

The man chuckled, but didn't say anything. He dismissed the employees who were peeking out at the door and closed it.

Back at the reception window, Taku Imamura quickly processed the documents.

When he gave the letter to You Ming, he still advised him: "You are still young, don't lose your life in a moment of impulsiveness."

It's not too late to regret it now. Here's your squad leader's phone number; write it down.

You Ming took the document, saved the message on his phone, and said, "Thank you."

Watching the boy and Zecheng leave, Imamura Taku shook his head and sighed, "A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger."

The phone rang, and the person was being frantically tagged in the "Devil's Inner Group" chat.

"Imamura! What's going on?"

The person responded and told others in the group about You Ming.

"A test duel score of 5? This level is unprecedented!"

"That's right. Normal students are usually between 40 and 50. Only 5 people are at the same level as the top 100, and that's one in ten thousand."

"Even Vice Elder Jin Sen doesn't think he can come back; it seems like he's doomed."

Taku Imamura remained silent.

The image of that handsome young man, calm and collected, flashed through his mind, and he felt that he could come back.

However, this thought only flashed through my mind for a moment.

"Kim Mori is a dignified near-professional player, so his eyesight is naturally beyond question."

"I do hope he comes back safely. I really want to see Vice Elder Jinsen eating shit upside down."

"That's right, still in the center of the Four Academyes, how interesting!"

The people in the group who enjoy themselves are quite looking forward to it.

"How could that be? If you really come back, I'll eat shit upside down too!"

"Follow one!"

"All in."

......

"Xiao Ming, a duel with a professional player is no ordinary duel. You must be extremely careful."

Ze Cheng instructed, "The sparring matches for the Devil Team are usually two against one. Let your teammates go first to test the waters."

If they find someone very strong, forfeit immediately!

Upon hearing this, You Ming frowned: "Uncle Zecheng, how can this be considered the behavior of a duelist? A true duelist should forge ahead regardless of the strength of the enemy."

Yutaka Sawashiro frowned.

He always felt that he was the one who was a novice in dueling compared to You Ming.

Suddenly a message arrived: "Newbie, we're about to have our first test duel. Get to the job tower in the southeast of Heart Garden as soon as possible, 20 minutes!"

"receive!"

Putting his phone away, You Ming looked at Uncle Zecheng and said, "I'm leaving now."

Sawashiro Yutaka patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Come back safely."

Watching the boy's departing figure, Yutaka Sawashiro felt a little worried.

It's not that I'm worried about You Ming, but about his teammates.

If Youming realizes he can't win and forfeits first, his teammates will have to face professional players one-on-one...

Sigh, I hope they can all come back!

East of Xinyuan.

Five men and one woman gathered together.

"What's the deal with this new guy?" the good-natured fat man asked.

The team captain, Yuichiro Nakamura, whose muscles were clearly visible beside him, lit a cigarette: "I don't know, I haven't asked yet. Time is too tight!"

"The training pressure on professional players has been increasing recently."

He took a drag of his cigarette: "Our goal this time is to compete against six professional players."

"6?"

Upon hearing this, everyone else was shocked: "The highest number of indicators we ever saw before was only three, but this time it has doubled."

"Those are professional players; even the weakest of them are stronger than ordinary duelists."

"Our team only has one graduated duelist, Nakamura; the rest are just ordinary people. Can we handle them?"

"Are these professional gamers all that free lately?"

The group exchanged glances, some of them instinctively having second thoughts.

"Training with professional players is no child's play; it's extremely dangerous. There are six indicators..."

"What's the big deal? We'll just have to fight! We have six people, and if we can get another strong player, we can gang up on those professional players in a 2-on-1 format. We might just win."

With one more newcomer, the others felt much more confident: "Hopefully, the newcomer will reach level 50 during the test!"

"Nakamura, this newcomer shouldn't be bad, otherwise joining the Devil Team would be suicide."

During the conversation, a young boy walked over from a distance, attracting everyone's attention.

But when they saw that person, everyone looked away in disappointment.

"That young man looks to be around 20 years old. How could someone that age join the Devil Team?"

"Nakamura, that guy is so unpunctual."

"Exactly, isn't this just making things worse?"

Some team members were dissatisfied.

At that moment, the tall boy blinked.

"Excuse me, is this the Devil Team?" The young man stopped. "I'm You Ming, a new recruit we just contacted."

The complaints that were just moments ago vanished instantly.

The crowd looked at each other, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Is it really this kid?

But they're so young!

Looking at the handsome You Ming, someone joked, "Young man, we're going to spar with professional players, not go on a spring outing. Are you prepared to die?"

Some people scoffed, "Probably another rich kid. He acts like a girl, all talk and no action. He'll regret it when he actually gets involved."

You Ming only asked, "Who is the captain?"

Yuichiro Nakamura stubbed out his cigarette: "Yes, that's me. What were your test scores at school?"

"The test result was 5 two days ago," You Ming said without changing his expression.

"Only two days of testing, and it's still at level 5?"

Yuichiro Nakamura's eyes widened, and his teammates exchanged bewildered glances.

Are you a weakling with a combat power of only 5, here to be cannon fodder?

Yuichiro Nakamura waved his hand: "You should go back to school! This isn't a place for a duelist like you with a test score of 5."

You Ming watched him say some discouraging things, but didn't interrupt.

After he finished speaking, You Ming immediately activated the Duel Disk, his intention very clear: "Let's duel."

The captain found it somewhat amusing.

There's no time for him to duel right now!

But since he was willing to come, he must have signed a waiver of consent.

Anyway, one more is one more, so we can just use them as cannon fodder.

He extended his hand: "Welcome to the team, Yuichiro Nakamura."

Seeing this, the others nodded and said listlessly, "Welcome to the team."

You Ming naturally knew what they were thinking, but he had no interest in explaining.

In the world of duelists, everything depends on strength.

After chatting and laughing, the group tidied up their card decks.

We rode in a jeep into the Duel Tower, a paradise where professional gamers gathered.

Behind them, several passersby stopped to watch.

"Was that You Ming just now?"

"It seems so. How did they end up together with the Devil Team?"

"What else could it be? No school wanted him, so he had to go to the Devil's Team for resources? I think he's tired of living and plans to be a punching bag for professional players."

Nakamura Teru sneered, took out his phone, recorded the scene, and posted it in the class group.

He added a comment that sounded like a simp: "Lian Shuang, are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to dinner."