The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　……

　"It's liquefied weaponry!"

　On the commentary stage, Wilson's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he suddenly raised his voice.

　Mike Irving's application of the "Armor Card" is outstanding among the third-year students, and his "Liquid Armor" takes a unique approach, transforming the original armor into liquid...

　The use of metallic weapons reduces the weapon's need for magic power.

　The "Guardians of the Ghost City," who are born with special armor, are the perfect embodiment of this kind of weaponry.

　After completing his "armed transformation," the "Guardian of the Ghost City" exudes a completely different aura.

　The audience was clearly delighted by the "transformation" scene, and cheers rose in waves.

　……

　As Dark watched "Guardian of the Ghost City" complete its transformation, he couldn't help but recall Mike Owen's "armed transformation" during the Valentine's Day street duel, and his interest grew.

　His eyes narrowed, and he chuckled softly, "Devimon, teleport!"

　The moment he began to speak, Devimon vanished from the spot as if it had foreseen this.

　Amidst gasps of surprise, Devimon appeared directly behind the "Guardians of the Dark City".

　Its mouth snarled, revealing a sinister grin, and its raised hands suddenly swelled up—"Claws of Death"!

　"Return to defense!"

　Mike Irving's voice followed, louder but still steady.

　The "Guardian of the Netherworld," who had transformed into a silver metal human, suddenly twisted his waist, swinging his silver spear in a huge arc as it fiercely swept behind him!

　Between "Death Claw" and "Silver Spear", the red team's magic orb is suspended in the air.

　Mike Irwin had anticipated this. He joined his index and middle fingers together, and with a surge of magic, suddenly pointed upwards, applying an upward force to the red team's magic ball.

　When it is suddenly subjected to force, it shoots upwards like a rocket.

　A red light flashed in Devimon's eyes. Seeing the Magic Ball escape from in front of it, the "Death Claw" that had already been fired continued forward without hesitation. One claw grabbed the tip of the silver spear, while the other claw grabbed the right shoulder of "Ghost City Guardian".

　Everything happens in a flash of lightning.

　Amidst a tremendous noise.

　The Silver Spear of "Guardian of the Dark City" was firmly gripped by Devimon, while its right shoulder was violently torn apart.

　A deep roar erupted from its helmet, its hands holding the gun shone with silver light, and the metal surface of the gun rippled like water before it suddenly shot out!

　Caught off guard, Devimon was instantly struck by the liquid.

　He was shot all over his face with metallic particles.

　The metal stuck to its face, as if it were consciously attached, and it turned into a metal mask that was tightly attached to its face!

　A metal mask that completely covered the eyes, nostrils, and mouth was tightly fastened to Devimon's face.

　Devimon felt that his vision was completely black, and his mouth and nose were blocked, making it impossible for him to breathe. He was in great discomfort.

　It had never suffered such humiliation before, and it was about to go berserk.

　But the next moment, the owner's voice rang in his ears with perfect clarity.

　"The Claw of Ten Thousand Deaths".

　That steady voice instantly calmed Devimon, who was in a state of blindness and suffocation.

　Without hesitation, it followed Dark's instructions and unleashed the "Claw of Ten Thousand Deaths" directly in front of it!

　A dense dark power condensed at his chest, forming a swirling vortex of energy.

　One after another, "claws of death" burst forth from the vortex, attacking the "Guardians of the Netherworld" like a swarm of snakes.

　The "Guardian of the Dark City" tried to dodge, but its silver spear was still firmly held by the Demon Beast.

　When it drew its gun, its movements inevitably became sluggish.

　"Discard your weapon!"

　Even as Mike Irving's furious shouts rang out at that moment.

　But multiple "Death Claws" had already struck its back.

　"Boom boom boom!"

　Several explosive sounds erupted in succession.

　The spine of the "Guardian of the Ghost City" was completely torn apart.

　Even with the enhanced defense gained after transformation, it was still unable to withstand the critical hits of multiple "Death Claws".

　Its magic power of only 1100 points was almost instantly depleted.

　"boom!"

　The "Guardians of the Ghost City" exploded completely.

　Magical specks of light drifted through the air.

　The audience's shouts suddenly stopped.

　Mike Irving's expression was more serious than ever before.

　"Tick."

　The sound of the round countdown switching gently rang out.

　Almost instinctively, both players reached for their cards.

　The moment he received the two magic cards, Mike Owen's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He immediately drew one of the magic cards and held it high.

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　"By the command of Mike Irving, a magical summoning—'The Sword Hanging High'!"

　This is accompanied by the completion of a normal summoning spell.

　A sudden gust of wind arose high in the sky, condensing into a giant sword in mid-air.

　Dark had already witnessed the power of this "sword hanging high".

　However, Mike Owen's decision not to summon the Magic Spirit at this moment, but instead to use this Spell Card directly, likely stems from his certainty that the blind Devimon cannot launch an attack on his Magic Ball in a short period of time.

　Otherwise, even if the red magic ball had already flown high into the sky during the intervals between summons, it wouldn't have escaped Devimon's "Razor Wings".

　His judgment was undoubtedly correct.

　Not only could Devimon not aim, but the suffocating feeling from having its mouth and nose blocked also prevented it from moving nimbly.

　It raised its hand and tried to pull off the metal mask.

　But that liquid

　The mask, formed of metallic material, was completely embedded in its face. It was impossible to remove it without tearing the entire face off.

　And the pain of having one's skin torn off...

　Magical spirits have a weaker sensitivity to sensations such as pain, but that doesn't mean they are willing to endure suffering.

　Devimon hesitated.

　At this point, what it needs most is guidance.

　Dak did not disappoint its trust.

　When it needs guidance, a voice sounds in its ear through the connection of the magic card.

　"Fly straight ahead."

　So Devimon, enduring the suffocation, spread his tattered demon wings.

　Its flight speed remains extremely fast.

　When the whirlwind brought by Mike Irving's "Sword of Damocles" swept across the field, it had already flown back to the blue team's summoning zone.

　"Stop."

　Orders and prohibitions.

　The demon beast stopped immediately.

　The 30-second countdown timer above the field steadily ticked.

　The silence of the sounds around it made it realize something.

　Its face, covered by a metal mask, trembled slightly, then it suddenly turned around, crossed its arms, and held them in a cross shape in front of it.

　Almost simultaneously, a howling gale rushed in.

　The "Sword Hanging High," its blade wreathed in raging energy, was manipulated by Mike Irving.

　It descended suddenly from above, as if it were about to cleave the entire arena in two!

　"boom!"

　The fierce wind blades tore through the demon beast's skin.

　However, the "sword hanging high" that was slashing straight down was parried by arms wrapped in dark power.

　The blue Magic Ball, protected behind Devimon, swayed slightly due to only a bit of wind.

　While Mike Irwin's "Sword of Damocles" is impressive, Devimon is an all-around warrior with 2000 magic attack and 2000 defense.

　Although its magic power was reduced as a result, it still withstood the slash of the giant sword.

　After unleashing this sword strike, the "Sword Hanging High" exhausted its stored magic power, leaving only a lingering phantom.

　.

　The demon's cheek twitched slightly outside its metal mask—it was laughing.

　It at this moment.

　It was perfectly clear that it had perfectly fulfilled its master's expectations.

　It is equally clear.

　It's almost time for me...

　"By sacrificing 'Devimon,' I summon—'Gatomon'!"

　But why is the magical spirit summoned by offering it as a sacrifice that is that annoying, smelly cat?

　Damn it!

　(〃>Dan<)

　In his rage, Devimon, whose magic power was still above 50%, instantly turned into light.

　The rapidly rising light merged with the white light emitted from the "Gitmon" magic card, forming a mysterious and complex sacrificial summoning circle.

　Inheriting the "will" of Devimon, the embodiment of pride and light—"Gatomon"—makes its grand entrance!

　……

　Tailmon, emerging from the sacrificial summoning circle, slightly raised its head. It seemed to see Impmon's soul gradually ascending to heaven, drifting towards poetry and distant lands.

　It moved its hands without any hesitation, slowly warming up.

　Dark still had four magic cards in his hand at this time.

　Pride 1

　Meow Meow

　Blink Spell

　[Single Sword Sheath]

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　[An extra chapter will be added tomorrow morning or at noon...]

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