Hey! Let's play cards

Not to mention the dark duelists who have infinite endurance in the black air.

"Let's go check out those duelists who escaped back first." Wu Mingxin made a quick decision and strode out of the central tent.

In a warm and comfortable tent, several duelists sat together, drinking red wine and lamenting the danger they had just experienced.

"Luckily Brother Li helped me! Otherwise I would be dead."

"Who said it wasn't true? If I didn't have a sharp eye, I wouldn't have been able to find the escape route."

"But it was really thrilling just now. There was a thick black air everywhere."

"Everything is over. Come on, come on! Have a drink. This is the good wine I brought specially!"

"That's right! Come on! Do it—"

……

As they said this, everyone smiled at each other and praised their own cleverness.

"But if we just run away like this, won't those combat members--" a young duelist seemed to have a guilty conscience and couldn't help but say.

A smiling duelist with small eyes patted his shoulder and consoled him: "Who are we? Who are they? It is their honor to die for us!"

"Yes! Yes! You don't have to worry. This is called a strategic retreat. We are just conserving our strength for future counterattacks!"

The young duelist was still unhappy.

The other duelists cursed in their hearts and didn't want to pay any more attention to this "unsociable" guy.

"What should we do when Wu Mingxin comes over?"

After asking this question, all the duelists suddenly fell silent.

Wu Mingxin's arrogant attitude is still imprinted in their hearts.

"It's okay! Who are we? Even if he really dares to do it, he can't do anything to us.

What's more, there are so many of us here, how can we not defeat him together?" A duelist stood up and said, injecting a little confidence into everyone.

"Yes... yes! There are so many of us, are we still afraid of him?"

"Yes! Let's attack together. I don't believe that his power is endless."

"That's right! That's right! We are the elites. As long as we unite, even the Duel King himself will have to give us some face."

Under the influence of alcohol, this group of people talked more and more outrageous, until later they even ignored the Three Phantom Demons. The Dark Duelists were just a bunch of defeated opponents who could be destroyed by the Duel King in a snap.

Fortunately, they didn’t know about Guangchuang’s existence, otherwise someone might say that they were having an affair with Guangchuang.

The young duelist instinctively sensed something was wrong, and he remembered a saying: If God wants someone to die, he will first make him crazy.

The situation seems to be out of control.

The young duelist quietly moved away to avoid any unnecessary disaster.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew open the curtain of the tent.

Wu Mingxin, with a cold expression and sharp eyes, smelled a strong smell of alcohol as soon as he came in.

Watching the drunken duelists and listening to their teasing, everything was best explained.

Wu Mingxin understood something instantly.

Seeing Wu Mingxin coming, a duelist, relying on his drunkenness, walked straight up to Wu Mingxin, pointed at his nose, and said loudly: "You... you fool! How dare you ask us to guard such a dangerous place? Do you know that our lives are precious!"

As he got excited, the duelist pushed Wu Mingxin hard.

There was a burst of laughter all around.

It’s over, it’s over, don’t say anymore!

The young duelist curled up as much as possible and tried his best to downplay his existence.

Being awake, he could clearly feel the murderous intent coming from Wu Mingxin, like an active volcano about to erupt.

"Report!" A messenger came running again.

"Speak!" Wu Mingxin said coldly with his back to the messenger.

The messenger looked at the people in the tent who were laughing and talking happily, suppressed his anger, and said, "The head count has been completed. There are no survivors in Uriah's camp except for the few people in the tent."

"Ah——" Wu Mingxin took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily.

Wu Mingxin looked in the direction of Uriah's camp and said with a hint of sadness: "You are all great!"

"Hey! I'm talking to you? Do you hear me?"

The sound of "bug" beside him broke Wu Mingxin's reminiscence.

"Remember! Send us back early tomorrow morning. We don't want to stay in this place anymore." The duelist said, and took another big gulp of the good wine in the glass.

"Send you back? Haha - okay!" Wu Mingxin's mouth corners slightly raised, and he finally looked at the group of people.

"It's just going back sideways!" Wu Mingxin's voice sounded, like the ice at the bottom of hell, and like the deadly impermanence.

The duelists finally realized something was wrong, and most of the alcohol in their bodies dissipated.

"What... do you want to do? We are recruited by the Duelist Association. Although we obey your orders, it does not mean that you can dispose of us at will."

"Don't think you're so powerful. As long as we all work together, you're nothing!"

"Yes! Yes!"

……

"Puchi!" Wu Mingxin couldn't help laughing.

Wu Mingxin laughed and held his stomach at the same time, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Just you guys! Haha! Haha! A bunch of drowned dogs who have escaped actually dare to challenge a tiger. This is really ridiculous!"

"You bastard! Let me teach you a lesson!" A middle-aged duelist was furious and took the first step.

All his strength pressed towards Wu Mingxin.

As a six-star peak duelist, the middle-aged duelist's strength is already quite impressive. After decades of training, his strength is like a taut rope.

However, no matter how the middle-aged duelist dragged him, Wu Mingxin always stood there, not moving at all.

Such a huge gap in strength finally shattered everyone's fantasies.

"It would be great if you could use this power on the enemy." Wu Mingxin said slowly.

Every word and sentence that falls on them is a note of death.

"Wu...Manager Wu, we were wrong in this matter. We are willing to return to the Duelist Association and accept punishment!" A duelist with a sly look hurriedly comforted Wu Mingxin.

As long as they return to the Duelist Association and rely on the connections behind them, they can do whatever they want.

"Haha! I don't want to see you again." As Wu Mingxin's last word fell, a pair of devil-like wings suddenly spread out behind him.

A hero, covered in crimson demon armor, slowly floated into the air.

This hero is different from the usual heroes. He has an evil aura, cold eyes, sharp claws, a ferocious dragon head in his right hand, and a strong smell of blood filling the vicinity.

Embrace the darkness and judge the sin.

"So... is that the legendary Blood Demon-D?"

Everyone knows that Wu Mingxin once competed with Xu Ye, but very few people know his card deck series.

The other side of the hero, the hero carrying a heavy darkness: the hero of destiny.

"Hope you like blood!"

Countless blood spots appeared on Blood Devil-D's wings, and all the power was concentrated there.

These duelists had experience in battle after all, and they knew that Wu Mingxin was ready to kill him, so now they had no choice but to fight to the death.

"Come together!"

The duelists summoned out the spirits that resided in their bodies.

The tent was blown over by the force.

Looking at the powerful elves in front of him, Wu Mingxin smiled disdainfully, slowly raised his right hand, and then swung it vigorously.

"Do it!"

At Wu Mingxin's command, both sides attacked at the same time.

The bloody terror dyed the sky, carving out an area from the darkness.

Countless blood spots fell with strong kinetic energy, like a violent storm.

How much combat quality can they have when they abandoned their teammates, fled in panic, were blinded by prosperity, and indulged in power and money?

A bunch of weaklings met a demon, and the outcome of this battle was decided from the beginning.

Chapter 221 Betrayal

The god of death in the sky swung his scythe mercilessly, sprinkling heavy rain and bringing the shadow of death.

Wu Mingxin stood quietly where he was, ignoring the cries for mercy and wails heard amid the blood.

"If you use this power on the enemy, those fighters won't die like this."

As the last drop of blood fell, the area was devastated, and all that could be seen were ruins.

The duelists have disappeared, perhaps becoming particles floating in the air.

Wu Mingxin took a deep breath, and the depressed feeling in his body finally eased a little.

"Have you recorded everything?" Wu Mingxin said to a logistics staff member holding a video camera behind him.

"Take...taken it." The logistics staff nodded rapidly.

The horrifying scene just now was deeply engraved in his mind and almost became a nightmare.

"Play these images for those recruited duelists to watch!" Wu Mingxin gave the order coldly.

"Okay...Okay!" The logistics staff seemed to have been pardoned in a dream and quickly fled away.

After dealing with all the troubles and calming down, I believe that the remaining duelists will not have any second thoughts after seeing those images.

"You - come here!" Wu Mingxin pointed at the young duelist who was huddled up in the corner and shivering.

When the young duelist saw that it was Wu Mingxin calling him, he hurriedly stepped back.