People in Yu-Gi-Oh! The hyper-converged audience is also integrated

Chapter 347 Undercurrent
The refugees fled in disarray, leaving the scene deserted.

The smug smiles on the faces of the dozen or so unlicensed taxi drivers and cult members vanished, replaced by a furious rage at being played for a fool.

"Damn it! Get them!"

A burly man with a face full of scars roared and charged forward, brandishing a steel pipe in his hand.

The remaining thugs roared like wild beasts, brandishing all sorts of weapons, and pounced on Li Guanqi and Tsukishima Chizuru like a pack of hyenas that had smelled blood.

Chizuru Tsukishima gripped the hilt of her sword, ready to fight.

boom! boom! boom!
Li Guanqi raised his hand and fired three shots in quick succession, his movements so fast that there wasn't a single unnecessary movement.

The bullets struck the three leading members of the black car gang precisely in the chest and head, and blood splattered on their bodies.

But then a strange thing happened.

The three people who were shot only paused briefly, swayed unsteadily, but did not fall down.

Wisps of black energy seeped from their wounds, quickly enveloping their entire bodies. Their eye sockets visibly sunken, their skin turned ashen, and they uttered incomprehensible syllables, exuding a strong aura of violence.

If a person suffers a fatal injury or dies while their sanity is below 50%, their physical body will be completely controlled by the Ghost Card and turned into a Dead Servant. The strength of the Dead Servant is directly linked to the Ghost Card's spirituality.

"Roar!"

One of the newly converted Deadpools suddenly turned his head, grabbed his accomplice who hadn't reacted yet, and dug his sharp nails into the other's neck, pulling hard!
Blood spurts.

The gang member's throat was ripped open, and he let out a hoarse howl. Within a few breaths, he turned into Deadpool.

The Deadpools slowly turned their heads, their empty eye sockets all turning towards Li Guanqi, their desire to attack surging.

"Kill...kill...kill..."

Hoarse syllables squeezed from their throats, leading the other surviving members of the black cab gang to pounce on them again in a frenzy.

Seeing the situation was dire, Tsukishima Chizuru shouted anxiously, "Li-san! Let's retreat!"

But Li Guanqi just stood there.

Looking at the menacing black car gang, he couldn't help but recall the night he first arrived in Biantana, when he was also surrounded by them.

As a model student, he had always felt fear and disgust towards these hooligans. He often felt that these people were like cancer cells that were worsening society and insects that were disrupting order.

All deserve to die.

The Deadpool at the forefront was already within reach, its claws whistling through the air as it swung down towards Li Guanqi's head.

"Li-san!" Tsukishima Chizuru called out in a low voice, her knuckles tightening around the hilt of her sword, ready to rush forward to provide support.

The next second, she suddenly stopped, her whole body frozen in place, a deep look of astonishment flashing in her eyes.

Facing the deadly claw, Li Guanqi simply turned his body slightly to the side, and the claw, capable of tearing through steel, merely grazed his clothes and missed.

Instead of retreating, he took half a step forward, his figure moving like a weightless fallen leaf, weaving through the siege of Deadpool and the Black Car Gang.

Every dodge was perfectly timed, wasting no effort while ensuring the attack missed its mark.

Blades, steel pipes, claws... more than a dozen weapons intertwined into a web of death, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes. It was eerie, like a ghost, light and airy, with no sense of impact.

"What impressive agility." On the distant ruined building, Bai Shu watched the scene with great interest, pushing up his glasses. "However, just hiding like this won't clear out all these small fry."

“He’s not hiding.” Xia Sheng suddenly spoke up, his voice calm.

During the last month of trial training, he practiced with Li Guanqi, and knew very well how sophisticated Li Guanqi's tactics were.

"Oh?" Bai Shu raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Is there any other interpretation of this evasion?"

Xia Sheng did not answer directly, his gaze fixed on the figure on the battlefield who seemed to be handling things with ease. After a moment, his pupils contracted slightly.

"He's gathering monsters."

"Gathering monsters?" Bai Shu frowned, then looked over with that thought in mind, and smiled smugly.

Li Guanqi's every dodge, seemingly casual, was actually subtly guiding.

He always inadvertently led the pursuers in the same direction, using one thug's charge to block another Deadpool's attack.

Unbeknownst to him, the dozen or so enemies who were originally scattered had been forcibly led to one place, where they crowded together, pushing and shoving each other, looking around blankly for the "ghost" that had just been in front of them.

"It's coming," Xia Sheng said in a deep voice.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a Deadpool finally found its target in the chaos.

Li Guanqi was standing in front of it, less than a meter away.

Those cold eyes were watching it silently.

The fury of being tricked instantly consumed Deadpool's last instincts. It let out a deafening roar, raised its claws high, and swung them down with all its might!
Li Guanqi remained calm. He quickly holstered his gun and faced the charging Death Stalker, his mind flashing back to the instructor's guidance—

"To deal with Deadpool, you only need to learn one move."

He calmly turned his head to the right, the wind from his claws brushing past his ear and lifting a few strands of black hair.

It's this moment.

In his eyes, Deadpool's movements seemed to be slowed down a hundredfold, and every detail was crystal clear.

He stared intently at Deadpool's heart, which was shrouded in black mist, and suddenly lowered his body into a perfect horse stance.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

With a low shout, he twisted his waist, turned his hips, and thrust his shoulder forward, a force traveling from the sole of his foot straight to his right palm, slamming it forward fiercely!

The palm strike whistled, and the air itself emitted a muffled thud.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the surrounding thugs, the hand moved with incredible speed, striking Deadpool squarely in the chest.

The instant his palm struck, he poured all the nitric acid in his body into it, and then—it exploded in an instant!
"Boom——!"

A dull thud exploded from Deadpool's body!

"Uh-"

The powerful impact knocked down all the people huddled together, including Deadpool. Deadpool, who was directly struck by the slap, was like a cannonball that had been hit, flying backward for more than ten meters. A hole the size of a bowl exploded in his chest, and black blood and bits of flesh splattered everywhere.

It crashed heavily against the wall in the distance, slid down, and coughed up dark blood.

"cough--"

The Deadpool who had been hit head-on opened his throat and coughed up a mouthful of dark, clotted blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs.

It struggled, using its twisted arm bones to prop up its broken body, its empty eye sockets fixed on Li Guanqi, and a hoarse roar came from its throat, full of resentment and unwillingness.

It dragged its muddy body, moving one step at a time toward Li Guanqi.

But after taking only a few steps, he could no longer hold on and fell heavily forward.

His body convulsed a few times in the pool of blood, and finally, he fell completely silent.

Heart-Shattering Palm.

Physical skills required for agents of the Soul Reaping Division.

The principle is simple: at the moment of attacking the enemy's heart, the user injects their own acetylene and detonates it inside the enemy's body, destroying the heart and shattering the symbiotic card at the same time.

The three actions of striking, infusing nitric acid, and detonating must be executed very smoothly, requiring exceptional reaction time and timing. Detonating too quickly results in insufficient infusion and weak power, while detonating too slowly may cause the enemy to lose control of the fist.

If it's for personal use, then timing isn't a concern.

Chizuru Tsukishima was stunned for a moment, then instinctively blurted out a phrase in her native dialect: "Siguo Yi..."

too strong.

He knocked down more than a dozen thugs with one punch and even killed Deadpool instantly.

She quickly regained her senses, nodded emphatically to Li Guanqi, and then, in a flash, a gleaming dagger appeared in her hand as she charged towards the black cab gang members who were lying on the ground groaning.

Hand up, knife down.

Each time, it pierced the heart with pinpoint accuracy.

As the dagger plunged in, wisps of black spirits drifted out of the corpse, rising uncontrollably into the gray sky before disappearing completely.

Destroying the Ghost Card doesn't necessarily require fists; weapons can also be used. However, ordinary weapons cannot purify the soul, and the corrupted soul will still float into the sky to recharge 003.

To purify it, you either need to use exorcism weapons or activate the domain card [Hall of Light].

This is the domain card that most agents who don't know which domain card to customize will ultimately choose.

For energy-saving reasons, Tsukishima Chizuru did not deploy her domain, but instead carried out the executions efficiently, one strike after another. After all, the mission this time was to purge, not to purify.

Li Guanqi looked at the black cab gang members who had been knocked to the ground and were howling in pain, and muttered to himself, "Are they that easy to beat?"

He currently has around 20,000 units of acetylene in his body. This punch used up about 5,000 of them. At his current affinity level of 4.86, he can recover to full in ten minutes.

Li Guanqi stopped looking. He walked past the corpses and wounded on the ground and went straight to the few cult members who hadn't moved at all.

They remained kneeling in place, hands clasped together, eyes closed, muttering incantations.

It was as if the bloody battle just now was nothing more than a passing breeze.

Li Guanqi stopped in front of the leader of the believers, looking down at him. He indifferently raised the muzzle of his gun, this time using the Y-gun. The mission required him to keep as many believers alive as possible and interrogate them about the Pope, even though it was highly unlikely that he would get any information.

The believer slowly opened his eyes, which were eyes so fanatical they were devoid of any impurity. He looked at Li Guanqi with a compassionate smile on his face.

"Child, put down your butcher's knife."

"God so loved the world."

"Only God can save this world."

Li Guanqi raised the gun in his hand expressionlessly, the dark muzzle pressed against his forehead.

"The god you're talking about."

Is he bleeding?

Facing the gun barrel, the believer's smile grew even brighter, even carrying a hint of ecstatic relief.

"Praise be to our Lord!" "You will soon see His glory!"

Seeing the bishop about to be executed, the young parishioners turned pale and cried out in panic, "Let's duel! If we win, you'll let us go!"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Guanqi had already turned his gun around.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

A pale blue shockwave struck the young cultist precisely in the head. The cultist's body arched backward, his eyes rolled back, white foam spilled from his mouth, and he collapsed without uttering a sound.

Li Guanqi's gaze never left the old believer in front of him from beginning to end.

duel?

He felt a little funny.

One thing at a time, although he disagreed with the Queen in terms of dueling and conduct, he agreed with one of her statements: "What is more important than the duel itself is the qualification to duel."

To obtain this qualification, he fought his way out of millions of applicants and endured round after round of assessments and trials.

Now, he holds this qualification firmly in his hands.

"Where is the Pope?" Li Guanqi pressed the muzzle of his gun against the old bishop's forehead again, his voice icy.

Interrogation is not within the scope of the graduation mission, but as members of the secret service, we still have to ask questions as a matter of routine.

The old bishop remained unmoved by his companion's fall. He slowly closed his eyes, his compassionate smile unchanged, instead revealing an even more devout meaning, as if the gun barrel on his forehead was the supreme glory bestowed by God.

Li Guanqi pursed his lips helplessly, pulled the trigger, and fired several shots, knocking all the cultists unconscious.

He turned around and looked at Tsukishima Chizuru, who was finishing off the enemy.

The woman moved with clean, efficient movements, as skilled as an assassin. Each time the dagger fell, it precisely pierced the heart of the fallen thug, ending their suffering and their crimes.

After she finished doing all this, she sheathed her sword, nodded emphatically to Li Guanqi, and handed over the mission.

"Search it," Li Guanqi said succinctly.

The two entered the factory, which reeked of a sour stench. In a shabby room, dozens of reagents filled with murky green liquid were haphazardly piled on a rusty iron rack. Tiny bubbles were still rising from the liquid, which emitted a nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell.

This is the activator.

Without saying a word, the two stepped forward, picked up an activator, opened the cap, and poured the liquid inside onto the ground.

Shila-

The green liquid came into contact with the cement floor, causing bubbles to form and a puff of white smoke to rise.

"They can actually drink this stuff?" Chizuru Tsukishima frowned. "Isn't it an acidic liquid?"

“If we only consider the taste, adding a small amount of bread will be enough to satisfy people,” Li Guanqi said calmly, as if recalling something. “As long as we can survive, we can eat anything.”

Chizuru Tsukishima was taken aback. Looking at the mysterious man in front of her, she wanted to ask him something, but wisely kept quiet.

After finishing everything, Li Guanqi raised his hand and reported to Bai Shu through the supercomputing ring: "The B base in the East Seventh District has been cleared, and the remaining debris is being dealt with."

"Received." Bai Shu's voice came quickly. "Rest and await further orders. Prepare to proceed to the next target location."

Communication ends.

Li Guanqi leaned against the cold wall, imitating Qiqi, looking up at the sky, seemingly lost in thought.

The sky over Latia was a lifeless, uniform gray, like a huge concrete slab, pressing heavily overhead and making it hard to breathe.

His face was expressionless, showing neither the relief of surviving a disaster nor the joy of completing his mission.

Just watch quietly.

Looking at the sky, my mind kept replaying the scenes from just now.

The faces of the displaced people, filled with madness and fear; the slight resistance when the trigger is pulled; the muffled sound of the bullet tearing through flesh; and the relieved smiles of those fanatical believers before their deaths.

So this is the graduation task.

It's not a test of how good you are at fighting, but a test of how hard your heart can become.

As the interns' graduation campaign progressed, church strongholds were cleared out one by one, and the news spread throughout the entire Latia underworld.

Central Latia.

boom--!
The violent explosion kicked up a cloud of dust, and debris flew everywhere like raindrops.

In the heart of the smoke-filled ruins, a figure staggered out of the dust, his eyes lifeless, looking utterly hopeless.

"Aaaaaah!" Imi X grabbed her green hair, jumping up and down in a fit of rage, pointing a finger at the stone statue of the Time Magician, "Heads again! The seventh time! Is this damn clock only capable of showing heads?!"

"Are you acting like me?!"

The stone statue of the Time Magician doesn't speak, but just dances a comical dance to himself, turning the hands of his body and making a "click, click" sound, as if mocking a gambler who doesn't believe in fate.

On the other side, in the pile of rubble scattered on the ground, the stones began to vibrate slightly. As if drawn by some invisible force, they gathered from all directions, reassembled, and finally shaped into a tall human figure.

It was the filthy earth that had been blown up seven times.

The four elemental races—rock, water, fire, and lightning—can transform into elements upon advancing to the rank of leader, becoming immune to most physical damage. However, each time they reshape their form, they consume a small amount of leadership power.

"Have you made enough trouble?" Edo's voice was cold and emotionless, but the few pebbles rolling around him revealed his impatience.

"How could it be heads seven times in a row!" Imi X was betting mad, his expression contorted with rage. "That's not how probability is calculated! I don't believe it, this time I'm betting on tails! It's definitely tails!"

She raised her hand, about to channel her command power into the Time Magician again, taking another gamble.

"Save your breath." Edo grabbed her wrist with such force that it hurt Imi. "If you keep dragging this on, you'll become completely worthless in the plan."

Immi X paused, her feverish mind finally cooling down.

Seven consecutive wrong guesses depleted her already limited leadership abilities, and she could feel her connection with the magician monster becoming increasingly weak.

If she makes another mistake, she might really lose control of the deck.

The problem is very serious.

A duel can cause hand clogging.

"How could this be... seven head-on collisions..." Immi X seemed to have all her strength drained away, collapsing to her knees in despair, muttering to herself.

"Go see the Pope again." Edo Tensei released her hand, walked to her side, and said in a cold tone, "The person you mentioned last time has come to Tiraia."

He paused, then looked up into the distance.

"Now, in the East Seventh District."

Throughout the entire Latia Fortress, anyone whose body touches the rocks will be sensed by the Impure Earth.

He's here?! Is this how the Soul-Binding Division fishes?

Immy X opened her eyes wide with excitement, but that excitement didn't last more than a few seconds before she seemed to remember something, her brows furrowed, and she instantly deflated.

She turned around, took a few steps closer to Edo, and spoke in a sickeningly sweet tone.

"But...they don't know where that old Pope is hiding."

The last collaboration failed, and the Pope has stopped talking to her.

Without even blinking, Edo Tensei uttered a cold word from his throat: "Trash."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his giant hand made of solid rock and pressed it down on Immy X's shoulder.

Before Imi X could react, she felt a cold, stiff sensation rapidly spreading from her shoulder, and the flesh under her skin quickly solidified, turning into an inanimate stone.

"ah--!"

She screamed and struggled desperately, her face filled with terror.

"No! I don't want to turn into a stone man! I'll... I'll go bald!"

"Quiet!" Edo shouted, ignoring her wailing and howling. A massive stream of information flowed through his palm and forcefully poured into ImiX's mind.

Countless points of light, representing the breath of life, emerged on the three-dimensional map of Latia, densely packed and clearly defined.

There were those from the Spirit Control Bureau, those from other forces, and some jackals lurking in the shadows, whose identities he couldn't fully discern.

Imi X's struggles gradually subsided.

The fear in her eyes faded, replaced by a manic excitement. The corners of her mouth uncontrollably turned upwards, forming a cunning and cruel arc.

So many people have come to Latia.

It’s so lively.

She loves lively atmospheres.

Because when things get lively, people die.

The more people die, the stronger the necromancer becomes.

And the pope, surrounded by countless wolves and on the verge of despair, was the most succulent piece of meat in this entire feast.

She was only after the old man's domain card, but the others were after the old man's life.

If the old pope wants to survive the encirclement and suppression by so many forces and return to his peak as a young man, there is only one way.

That's the only way to make the carnival more fun.

"Your Holiness the Pope!" In the dimly lit underground space, a trusted aide codenamed "Sun" urgently urged, "Please calm down!"

But as the Pope looked at the photo of Li Guanqi in the Eastern Seventh District in his hand, his pupils trembled uncontrollably, his originally pale face turned red with excitement, and his breathing became visibly rapid.

"This photo was released by the Department of Spirits; it's a trap, Your Holiness the Pope!"

“Yes! Just stay for two more days, until the wedge pheromones are depleted, and the Spirit Control Division will be unable to locate you.”

Despite the dissuasion of his confidants, the Pope suppressed his excitement and said in a hoarse voice, "Whoever can take him down will be the next Pope."

(End of this chapter)