Card Master: My Special Feature - Choose One of Three

With the Jiangdeng Festival approaching, Yujiang University is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations everywhere. Red lanterns are hung on the tall trees in the green belts, and bright yellow palace lanterns are erected next to the bushes.

Inside and outside the venue, many people dressed in traditional Jiangdeng Festival costumes to fit the festive atmosphere.

Bai Miao returned to his seat, but Li Xun had not yet returned. The contestants from Sihai University were not surprised.

Li Xun has always been a loner, and he doesn't take the contestants from Sihai University or the agents from the Sihai City Special Operations Bureau seriously.

Given the efficiency of the Secret Service, Jiao Beiyao guessed that Li Xun had already been taken back to the station for questioning.

Bai Miao, the instigator, remained calm, showing no sign of pleasure or triumphant excitement. He shared snacks with the cat in his arms, unaware of what he had done.

Bai Miao genuinely didn't know the difference between reporting to Yun Chuxiu and reporting to the intelligence department; it was just that someone of Li Xun's rank and status would subconsciously feel that reporting to Yun Chuxiu would be faster.

No one had ever taught Bai Miao the intricacies of the Special Operations Bureau. With Jiang Nianqing and Yun Chuxiu leading the way, no one in the Special Operations Bureau dared to use their underhanded tactics on him.

The difficulties he faced when he first joined the Secret Service turned into admiration after he demonstrated his abilities.

Bai Miao wasn't naive; it's just that, under the protection of his family and elders, he never needed to think about the worst-case scenario.

The second group of contestants from Qinghe University and Minghe University took to the stage in the battle.

Fang Miao from Qinghe University stepped onto the battlefield. With her short hair reaching her ears, she was unlike Gong Wanning, who was gentle and noble. Fang Miao was youthful and lively, and had her own kind of cuteness.

Her opponent was Li Yinliu from Minghe University, who was selected by the Minghe City Special Operations Bureau to participate in the Jiangdeng Lingjing event in Yujiang City.

Li Yinliu has not participated in the seven-school exchange program in previous years, and Qinghe University does not have any information about Li Yinliu's cards.

Fang Miao felt incredibly heavy-hearted as she sensed the powerful spiritual energy emanating from Li Yinliu.

"It's alright, it's alright. It's like the story of Tian Ji's horse race. I'm the inferior horse that encounters the superior horse on the other side. If I win, I'll make a huge profit; if I lose, I won't lose anything."

She muttered to herself, trying to encourage herself again and again.

Li Yinliu's long, ink-black hair was loosely held back by a single silver willow branch, with a few stray strands gently brushing against her cheeks.

She wore an elegant and well-fitting cheongsam with a side slit, showing off her long and straight legs.

The dice that draws the map roll on the light screen and finally land on a dark map.

"The map drawn by the two contestants is Black Beats," Cao Bingyi enthusiastically introduced the map to all the audience.

"In the Black Beat map, the scene will be plunged into a 15-second darkness period every 30 seconds."

After the introductions, the battle began. A crisp, light tap echoed across the arena, plunging it into darkness.

Snapped.

Another light tap, and the battlefield was illuminated again.

Li Yinliu twirled a gleaming silver willow-leaf dagger rhythmically in his hand.

Fang Miao's moon-white uniform was ripped to shreds, and blood seeped from the wounds, staining the uniform crimson. A large patch of shredded grass covered her body.

A dozen or so [Whip Grass Seedlings] crawled out from the corpses of the grass seedlings around her.

Plant-type cards often have the ability to nourish each other. New [Cigarette Sprouts] use old [Cigarette Sprouts] as nutrients, and Fang Miao can resummon new [Cigarette Sprouts], saving 30% of spirit energy.

Bai Miao's gaze fell on the field, and he noticed that Li Yinliu's little finger was bent at an extremely strange angle.

In the first clash in the dark, Fang Miao looked miserable, but the damage she suffered did not actually affect her combat strength.

Li Yinliu appeared nonchalant, but the bend in her little finger undeniably impacted her combat effectiveness.

Snapped--

Another light tap, and the scene in the battle arena plunged into darkness once more.

The sound of sharp blades slicing through grass rang out one after another, and the sound of the grass lashing out like whips was even more incessant.

Snapped--

The battlefield was restored to brightness.

Blood seeped from Li Yinliu's arm, which was gripping the willow-leaf dagger, and several whip marks ran across her fair legs.

Fang Miao knelt on one knee on the ground. The original number of grass seedlings had dwindled to just a few.

Her chest felt like a broken bellows, her breathing was extremely heavy, and a stream of blood rolled down her forehead.

This was the first time Fang Miao had suffered such a serious injury. She helplessly wiped the blood off her face, her eyes filled with tears, but she showed no fear whatsoever.

Snapped--

The battlefield was alternately dark and bright.

Fang Miao lay on the battlefield, while Li Yinliu had a whip mark on her face.

"Li Yinliu wins this match!"

Cao Bingyi announced the results of the match, and Fang Miao was surrounded by volunteers from the medical department and players from Qinghe University who came to check on her.

Looking at the concerned expressions on her teammates' faces, Fang Miao's tears, which had been welling up in her eyes and unwilling to fall, finally burst forth like a dam breaking.

"Everyone, I've tried my best, I've really tried, it hurts so much..."

"Mmm—"

Li Yinliu staggered towards the medical station, and upon hearing the commotion from Fang Miao's side, she came over.

Her injuries were fewer than Fang Miao's, and they didn't look as terrifying as Fang Miao's, but they were no less severe.

With her arms hanging limply at her sides, standing beside Fang Miao's stretcher, she earnestly said to Fang Miao, "You're amazing. I won by sheer luck."

Fang Miao, who had been crying and complaining to her sisters, stopped crying and stammered:

"Really?"

"real."

A tiny smile appeared on Li Yinliu's lips as she swayed toward the medical station.

Fang Miao stopped crying and looked longingly at Li Yinliu's retreating figure.

She also wanted to become a strong person like Li Yinliu.

Inside the Secret Service, Li Xun was thoroughly checked layer by layer before being released after it was confirmed that he was innocent.

His complexion was terrible; being repeatedly examined by a group of card masters with their cards was not something to be happy about.

"Don't let me find out who did this to me."

Li Xun was furious, and the words "Guanshan Road" kept repeating in his mind. He felt an impulse rising within him.

"Since none of you trust me, I might as well confirm your suspicions."

He left the Secret Service, hailed a taxi, and headed to Kwun Shan Road.

In the old residential building on Guanshan Road, Li Xun stomped on a rat that darted past him and killed it.

The rat splattered blood like a rotten tomato.

Guanshan Road is located in the old town area on the edge of Yujiang City, where the residential buildings are old and cramped.

In the darkness, only a few windows were lit, while most windows and doors were pitch black, with occasional figures moving back and forth inside.

Li Xun walked into an abandoned residential building with no one around and kicked open the dilapidated iron door.

The sound of the door slamming down echoed continuously in the silence.

"Didn't you want me to come? Now that I'm here, why are you hiding?"

I'm giving you three seconds. If you don't come out in three seconds, I'm leaving immediately.

Li Xun's voice fell into the darkness, without echo.

He gave himself three seconds as the deadline for this disqualification.

Seeing no response in the darkness, he turned and left.

The door that had been kicked open behind me had somehow been restored to its original state.