A duelist never gives up!

"You still have 1000 LP left?" Amano Yu looked at Nero's remaining LP, and his eyebrows slightly wrinkled under the ends of his hair. "Never mind, I'll finish you off next round."

"This is the end of my turn!"

Nero slowly got up from the ground. Although the duel arena used special grass to protect the players, even if he fell from mid-air, it would not cause too much damage.

But even so, Nero was shaking with pain, and his hands and feet were numb.

Nero took a few deep breaths, then gritted his teeth and suddenly stretched out his right hand, saying, "My turn! Draw a card!"

coming!

A chance to win!

"I enter the main phase." Nero said, inserting the card he just drew into the duel disk.

"I activate the magic card - Bargain Shopping." Nero said, sending the card he held in his hand from the previous turn to the graveyard. "I send the Blue-Eyes White Dragon in my hand to the graveyard and draw two cards from my deck!"

"brush!!!"

Nero's slender arm burst out with powerful strength, and he suddenly drew two cards from the deck. The sharp sound of the edges of the cards cutting through the air seemed particularly harsh in Amano Yu's eyes.

Yes, she found it jarring to watch Nero draw the cards.

Although it makes no logic and no sense.

But her mood was just like this boring summer, and she began to feel restless.

You're already in this state, can't you just surrender and wait for death? Why are you still resisting?!

Normally, shouldn't I be the one to pull off a comeback and win?!

You guy... just end the round right now!

Nero lowered his eyes and did not pay attention to Amano Yu's ferocious expression, but placed the two cards in his hand in front of his eyes.

Then, in that instant, she smiled.

"I won."

Nero whispered to himself.

Chapter 88: Are you planning to summon my heavily armored raven?

In the main competition, the distance between the two duelists who start the duel is generally about fifteen to twenty meters.

So although both parties can communicate with each other (verbal harassment), if you whisper, the other party will not be able to hear you.

However, even so, Amano Yuya keenly noticed that the atmosphere in the air began to change.

Although the discussions in the audience were still noisy, Amano Yu felt that it was unusually quiet.

No, that's not right! It's not quiet... it's solemn!

The air was filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere! It was like an executioner on the gallows, raising his sharp machete, aiming it at the criminal's neck, waiting for the executioner's order, and then chopping it off!

Thinking of this, Amano Yu suddenly felt a chill on her neck. She looked at the petite figure standing opposite her, and suddenly felt that she was the criminal who was tied up and waiting to die, and Nero was the executioner who gave her death!

"I'm entering the main stage."

Nero gently inserted one of the cards into the Duel Disk: "I activate the Magic Card - Ritual Preparation."

"puff!"

Amano almost spat out a mouthful of blood, and couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice: "How many of these did you bet on?"

"Of course it's three." Nero looked at Amano Yu strangely. This powerful card has no restrictions, so he can only play at least three.

"...You continue." Amano said through gritted teeth.

"I added the Soul Bird God - Yan Peacock and Soul Descending to my hand from the deck." Nero continued.

"The second Zhang Yan Peacock?!" Amano became a little flustered instinctively, but quickly regained his composure.

A ritual summon requires a sacrifice, and the other card in Nero's hand is definitely an 3000-star monster. This means I'll take a maximum of LP of damage, and the monster on the field will be bounced back to my hand...

And after the round ends, Yan Peacock will return to Nero's hand. At that time, Nero will only have derivatives with an attack power of 1500 on the field. As long as he draws a black-feathered monster, he can continue to hold on!

"Then I activate the Ritual Spell Card—Soul Descending." Nero inserted the Spell Card he had just retrieved into the Duel Plate and said, "Exclude the Soul Bird God—Peacock Hime—in the Graveyard..."

Peacock? Oops! How could I forget this!

A drop of cold sweat flowed from Amano Yu's forehead, but it was okay. Ritual summoning required ritual magic cards and ritual monsters, and a Nero Unknown Card could not do anything.

"Ritual Summoning—Spirit Bird God—Yan Peacock!"

Yan Kongque, wearing a peacock costume, appeared in front of Nero again, standing on the field with a long sword in his hand.

"I activate the effect of Yan Peacock to bounce the two monsters on your field back to your hand." Nero said lightly.

Two?

Two?!

Amano Yu smiled.

She covered her stomach, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, and couldn't help laughing wildly: "Idiot! I gave you the chance and you didn't use it!"

"In order to get 3000 LP of damage, you returned my Black Feather - Wave Blade Bird of the Night to your hand. Did you ever consider that after the turn, Hikari Peacock would return to your hand, leaving only two Spirit Bird tokens with 1500 Attack and Defense each on the field, while I could once again summon Wave Blade Bird of the Night with 1900 Attack... I don't need to explain what the situation would be like in the end, do I?"

Yu Amano's words reached the audience's ears and were also approved by them:

"That's right, we should just shoot the Lonely Silver Wind Crow and then take down the Night Wave Blade Bird."

"Sure enough, Nero is still too young and lacks experience."

"Greedy, greedy."

"I say, is there a possibility that... Nero wants to kill him?"

"Killed..." Amano Yu twitched his ears, listening to the audience's discussion, and quickly shook his head. Impossible, absolutely impossible. He had nearly 6000 LP! How could she kill? How could she kill?

And just then, Nero moved.

"I activate the magic card - Resurrection of the Dead."

"Huh?" Amano Yu was a bit confused. "Didn't I eliminate all those powerful ritual monsters of yours? Why are you still resurrecting... my Black Feather Heavy Armored Crow?!"

Amano Yu's face froze and he suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

Could it be...she's planning to use my monster to kill me?!

This kind of thing... This kind of thing shouldn't happen!!!

Nero looked at Amano Yu's distorted expression and sighed slightly.

There can only be one winner in a duel. Although I understand that you don't want to admit defeat, but... I also have reasons why I must win!

"I Special Summon from my Graveyard—Blue-Eyes White Dragon!"

The white dragon, which combines strength and beauty, flapped its huge wings and appeared in front of Nero.

This action immediately made the audience in the audience stand up and exclaim:

"What?! It's the Blue-Eyes White Dragon?!"

"Will I actually be able to see the Blue-Eyes White Dragon appear in the competition?"

"My eyes are filled with tears. I feel like my youth has returned..."

"Eh? Isn't it the Heavy Armored Winged Crow?" Amano Yu looked at the white dragon in front of Nero and slowly reacted.

"Why should I special summon Heavy Armored Crow?" Nero asked puzzledly. She had no interest in other people's monsters.

"Really? It seems the winner has been decided." Amano Yu suddenly said with relief. He thought he could win after a lucky draw, but he didn't expect the opponent to also have a lucky draw. If both sides have lucky draws, then no one can be blamed.

In the end, he was not killed by his own monster, which is a good ending.

"I'm entering the battle phase." Nero said seriously with his cute little face, "Use Hiko Peacock and Blue-Eyes White Dragon to attack directly!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Amano Yu was knocked away by the strong impact and fell heavily to the ground.

"Congratulations to Nero for his victory!" the commentator exclaimed. "In the first match of the National College Competition finals, Duelist Academy took the lead!"

Amano Yu looked at the ceiling covered with iron sheets because of the rain, and the dazzling white lights. A line of tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the lawn.

"As expected... I still feel so unwilling to give up... I really want to win... I really want to win..."

"It's okay, you did your best."

Amano Yu looked at his captain who had stood behind him out of nowhere and asked in surprise, "Captain, are you ready to go on stage so early?"

"No, I just want to pick you up and take you back." Mo Xun shook his head, stretched out his hand, and pulled Tian Yeyou up from the ground.

"Don't worry, okay, in the next game, everyone will help you win it back." Mo Xun said.

Although he was a little confused.

Why are there so many girls in the team?

He had to let the captain take over.

But... maybe this is the responsibility of being a captain.

Chapter 89: Galloping in the rain.

"Barely."

In the VIP seats, Perlivia, wearing a black coat, looked at Nero who had just won the duel. She held a crystal clear glass in her hand and gently shook the dark red liquid inside.

However, the unconcealed smile on her face revealed that she was in a happy mood at the moment.

"That child, if nothing unexpected happens, may become your successor in the future." Purviya's mother said as she sat aside.

After all, Purlivia is almost thirty years old and has no intention of getting married. Therefore, the family has tacitly assumed that Purlivia has no intention of getting married and having children, so the family has chosen the next Duel King from someone else's child.

As the niece of Perlivia and the only daughter of the head of the family, Nero is the focus of attention.

"She's obviously your granddaughter, but you're calling her 'that child'?" Perlivia lowered her eyes, looking somewhat displeased.

"I also want to call her my granddaughter, but her father doesn't seem to recognize me as his mother." Purviya's mother said somewhat sadly.

"You deserve it, don't you?" Purviya couldn't help but sneer. Even though the woman in front of her was her mother, she couldn't have much respect for her.

Purlivia's mother was silent for a moment, then she opened her mouth and sighed silently, "It was the family's decision to choose you to inherit the Wyrmprint Chord. Even if your brother—Gneus—resented me..."

"But you clearly told him all along that he would inherit the family's most powerful deck and become the Duel King." Purlivia said calmly, "You robbed him of his innocent childhood, his free adolescence, and his passionate youth. You threw him into endless training, and then when he thought he was finally going to fight for his family and become the Duel King..."

"You chose me."

When Perlivia said this, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes:

"So his inner pillar collapsed."

Purlivia's mother shook her head and said, "His talent can only support him to become a good professional duelist. Even if he inherits Long Huiqiao, he will not be able to become a Duel King."

"That's not..."

"Ms. Purlivia."

A heavy voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the quarrel between Purva and her mother.

A hint of impatience flashed across Perlivia's playful face. She tried to remain calm and looked at the attendant the tournament had arranged for her. "What's the matter? If it's still a challenge, please help me reject it. I'm just here to watch the competition today and have no intention of dueling."

"A man who claims to be your friend asked me to give you this letter." The waiter said, taking out a gold-stamped envelope from his jacket pocket and handing it over with both hands.

"My friend?" Purlivia was slightly stunned and hesitated for a moment, but still took the envelope and gently opened it with her slender hands. Then, a piece of paper with a photo inside fell into her palm.

"Perlivia, I have something important to tell you. Please come here alone."

There was an unclear sentence written on the note, and on the back of the note was the detailed address of the pub.

Perlivia was a little confused. She glanced down at the photo, her pupils suddenly shrinking, and she couldn't help but mutter, "Seventeen?! Isn't he dead?"

In the photo, Seventeen, who was originally said to be dead by Nafeli and others, was sitting at the bar in a dim tavern for some reason, and the TV behind him was playing scenes from yesterday's game.

This means... either Seventeen is not actually dead, or someone is impersonating Seventeen and trying to lure him into the trap.

But no matter which possibility it was, he couldn't just sit back and watch. If it was really a friend who faked his death, then there must be something important. If he was using a dead friend to deceive him...

Then, I have to let him feel the power I have newly acquired.

"What happened?" When Perlivia's mother saw that Perlivia's face looked a little strange, she asked with concern.