Yu-Gi-Oh!: This card wants to go to you.

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Upon seeing this card, Qiu Ren's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly clicked on "Card Check." The commentator also flipped through his tablet to check the "Card Spirit Catalogue."

"What kind of devil card is this?!" Everyone stared wide-eyed as if they had discovered a new world.

"Don't make a sound, I'm thinking."

"How much damage does it take to draw just one card...?"

Jules, still shaken, said, "According to the system's calculations, if Luo Bai's last unknown card allows the opponent to draw a card, it will deal a total of 6600 points of damage!"

"FTK, instantly killed!"

Upon hearing this, tens of thousands of people looked at Luo Bai's hand.

Luo Bai remained indifferent, showing no emotion whatsoever: "Cover one card, end of turn."

"Ah—what a pity!" Jules lamented again, "The red side can't deal damage without drawing cards..."

He suddenly stopped speaking, as if he had thought of something.

"Hahaha!!!" Qiu Ren roared with laughter, "Trash! [Mischievous Fairy] deals zero damage on first attack!"

"My turn, draw—"

Qiu Ren's smile froze on his face, as if he had thought of something.

A chill ran from head to toe.

His eyes widened slowly with fear, his fingertips pressed against the top of the deck, and he trembled uncontrollably, along with his breathing.

"What are you doing?" Luo Bai asked coldly.

"Why don't you draw a card?"

Chapter 302 Fourth-Tier League - Torture

"Why don't you draw a card?"

Luo Bai's words lingered in Qiu Ren's ears like a vengeful spirit calling for his soul.

It was like a sharp sword, stirring up a storm in the deathly silent arena.

The audience looked at each other, their doubts churning.

Why isn't he drawing cards?

"Are you stupid? Didn't you hear what they said? He takes 6600 damage to draw a card and dies instantly."

"Holy crap?"

"To kill someone, you must also destroy their spirit?!"

"This really is... [Mischievous Fairy Star]?"

"Hahaha, die! All of you die! Let the blood flow like a river!"

Gradually, the audience realized the situation and stood up one after another, shouting to Qiu Ren, "Draw the card quickly!"

"Why don't you draw a card already!"

"Hurry up and draw a card for me—"

The anxious spectators swung their arms and threw bottles and cans at the dueling arena, making a loud crashing sound.

[Red team, please draw a card]

【15...14...】

The intelligent referee issues an alarm; if a card is not drawn within fifteen seconds, the system will automatically draw one.

"No...you can't smoke..." Qiu Ren panicked now.

His face turned deathly pale with fright, and large beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"6...6600 damage..."

"I'll...I'll die, no...I can't smoke..."

His eyes were glazed over, his mind was blank, and his whole body was trembling violently.

[Quick Card Draw]

Just then, a majestic voice struck Qiu Ren's mind.

"No...you can't smoke..."

But his fear of death made him instinctively refuse to draw cards.

[Draw a card quickly!]

The command in his mind suppressed his fear of death, and one of Qiu Ren's eyes turned deep red.

Two consciousnesses are vying for control of the body.

"Hahaha, interesting!" Qiu Ren grinned maliciously, pressing his fingertips back onto the top of the deck.

A force of destiny gathered in his palm.

"Draw—a card!"

Luo Bai frowned, but quickly regained his indifferent expression.

Just as Qiu Ren drew the card, the [Stage Lights] showered down waves of flowers and lights, and the three [Manjushri] on Luo Bai's stage chuckled and waved their short swords.

Their movements were graceful yet sharp, and their sword dance possessed a mysterious power. Every swing of their swords exuded boundless killing intent and power, sending chills down one's spine and leaving one mesmerized.

"Snapped--"

-200

[Stage Lights] The scorching light curtain descends.

"Snapped--"

-200

"Hehehe..."

Resentment flashed in Qiu Ren's eyes, his lips twisted into an evil smile, blood mist gushed from his wounds, his arrogant and cruel expression vanished, leaving behind a terrifying and hideous face.

The remaining two sword lights, carrying lamplight, attacked one after the other.

"Snapped--"

-200

"Snapped--"

-200

"Snapped--"

-200

"Snapped--"

-200

The damage, two hundred times more, was like a vicious whip lashing down on Renqiu.

Luo Bai watched this scene from afar with indifference.

红色方LP：5000→4800→4600→4400→4200→4000→3800

"cough--"

Qiu Ren coughed up a mouthful of blood, his contorted face twisting even more grotesquely: "Hahaha—"

"You, cough..."

"You can't kill me!!!"

"Hahaha!"

The frenzied voices continued to echo in the dueling arena.

"Activate the effect of [Nightmare Torture Chamber]," Luo Bai said coldly. "Each time an effect other than [Nightmare Torture Chamber] causes damage to the opponent, this effect activates. Inflict 300 damage to the opponent."

"【Manjushri Poem】 and 【Stage Lighting】 dealt a total of six instances of damage."

"so--"

"【Nightmare Torture Chamber】Chain six times."

"Ta-da!"

Like a bullet embedded in a revolver.

C1C2C3C4C5C6的连锁音效炸响。

There are three copies of "Nightmare Torture Chamber" on the field.

Luo Bai spoke expressionlessly, as if he cared nothing about anything.

"so--"

"Ta-da!"

C7C8C9C10C11C12。

Another row of revolver bullets was loaded.