Qin Dongzhu led Li Guanqi into the league arena.
In the corridor, Li Guanqi kept staring at the duel disk in Qin Dongzhu’s hand, filled with confusion and shock.
Thanks for the invitation, my mind’s blown.
A duel disk?
It must be a duel disk!
That metallic texture?
The lighting?
And it even has background music loaded?
It looks so real!
A bold guess rose in Li Guanqi’s mind.
“Did I transmigrate?!”
It wasn’t surprising he only realized it now.
Normally, when people transmigrate, either the world’s civilization changes drastically or they gain memories of the new world, so they quickly realize they’ve transmigrated.
But he was different.
After arriving in this world, aside from some unusual robots, he hadn’t seen any demons or monsters, no spaceships or warships, and no memories from another world.
Until now, when he saw a duel disk.
Li Guanqi could say for certain: “Earth doesn’t have duel disks like this!”
He had transmigrated, really transmigrated.
But———–
He looked around, confused, wondering, “Which anime did I land in?”
At that moment, a cold mechanical announcement echoed through the entire league arena.
[Next player from Bianyuelong, please prepare.]
As soon as Qin Dongzhu heard this, his face changed drastically, his pupils shrank sharply, as if hearing a death knell.
He abruptly turned around and urgently shouted to the robot and Li Guanqi behind him, “Hurry, there’s no time!”
The 10-minute timeout was about to end.
If no one stepped onto the field, the entire team would forfeit; the 2 points and small score would be immediately reset to zero, losing 0-5.
This would be an unprecedented disgrace for the Bianyuelong team.
Hearing this, the two realized the urgency and quickened their pace, hastening toward the duel arena.
As they approached, the duel arena erupted with enthusiastic cheers.
[Next player from Bianyuelong.]
[Mu Ningning.]
The announcement played again, declaring the name of the player about to enter.
“Ningning.” Qin Dongzhu’s face darkened as he rushed into the arena.
Lin Yu and Tang Xin ran forward with gloomy expressions.
“Time’s pressing, Ningning will go up first.”
“I know.” Qin Dongzhu forced down his emotions, “Let’s watch the duel first.”
Though trying to calm himself, his fingers trembled uncontrollably.
They’d already lost one round in the league, Jiang Yan had fallen, and if Mu Ningning had an accident…
In the next rounds, Bianyuelong would have no one left to field.
Qin Dongzhu clasped his fingers together, gazing at the duel platform, silently praying.
Lin Yu and Tang Xin didn’t want to disturb him and took Li Guanqi to the substitute bench.
The two sighed as they walked, filled with worry and shame.
“The Captain must have paid out of his own pocket again.”
“150,000, that’s enough to buy a rare card.”
“It’s all my fault, I’m too weak.”
“Don’t blame yourself, you didn’t play.
I’m to blame for the starters not scoring.”
Li Guanqi followed behind them, stunned, not speaking, occasionally glancing back at the duel field.
Duel platform?
A real duel?!
Li Guanqi sat on the cold bench, while Tang Xin and Lin Yu, feeling awkward, didn’t return to the main seating and sat to his right.
A blue figure flickered by, suddenly sitting down to his left.
It was that female student called Baizhi from the car, who had actually followed all the way here.
Seeing a “familiar face”, Li Guanqi’s heart lifted, and without thinking, he wrote in her palm: “What kind of duel is this?”
“Judging by the sound, this should be the Duelist League.” Baizhi smiled slightly and began explaining the meaning of the Duelist League.
Biantana had no concept of countries; its fortresses were city-sized units scattered around the world.
According to the fortresses’ economic, military, and prestige ratings, there were levels from 1 to 6, with 6 being the highest.
Each year, a World-Class Duelist League was held.
Before it started, each fortress had to submit materials equivalent to 5% of the resident population’s total production value as the registration fee.
Once the league began, teams from fortresses with the same rating competed in 12 rounds of Swiss-system tournaments, with the top 16 teams advancing to the playoffs.
The top 16 were exempt from paying next season’s registration fees.
The league took 10% as costs, and the top 8 teams split the remaining 90% of the materials.
The Duelist League———– the World Tournament was Biantana’s most grandiose event.
The league used a team match format, starting with a base score of 4000 LP and a rotating arena style.
When a team lost and swapped players, they could choose the order of attack and defense.
The team to first reach 5 points won.
“I see.” Li Guanqi nodded in realization, looking at the duel platform.
“I want to go second.” Mu Ningning said softly, looking at the popping projection.
The intelligent referee’s floating orb emitted a mechanical announcement.
[Pain Level set: 8]
[FIRST TURN: BLUE SIDE]
[DUEL START!]
“Letting the opponent go first?” commentator Hong Mi looked at commentator Zi Cai and teased, “What do you think?”
At the start of the match, the two commentators each took one side; Zi Cai represented Bianyuelong and received some basic player info before the match.
“Mu Ningning’s past playstyle leans toward second attack OTK.” Zi Cai flipped through the data.
“The <Skull Servant> Deck lacks suppression power going first, so I think it’s fine for her to concede the first turn.” Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
“Oh, really?” Hong Mi raised an eyebrow and smiled, looking at the camera.
“Let’s see how Wang Gu handles going first.”
Both duelists drew five initial cards.
Wang Gu glanced at his hand, a slow smile spreading on his lips as he said meaningfully, “I declare———–”
“Turn end.”
Hongmi suddenly exclaimed, “Ah?”
“What’s going on?
It’s already over?”
He widened his eyes in disbelief, his voice even shifting in tone.
The audience seats erupted into a commotion, with boos and jeers breaking out.
“What the heck is this?”
“This is way too sloppy!”
“Could this be match fixing?”
Voices of doubt and dissatisfaction rose one after another, but the coach of Qianqonggue remained calm.
Mu Ningning’s brows furrowed tightly, her eyes filled with confusion and caution.
“Passed turn?”
Is he stuck with a bad hand?
Wang Gu lightly waved his hand, a faint, elusive smile on his face: “Beauty, it’s your turn.”
“The nerve!” The Red Side’s audience was enraged, their emotions running high.
“This is outright provocation!”
“Take him down!”
“How dare he pass?
Give him a 4000-damage punch and crush him!”
“Mu Ningning, stay calm.” commentator Zicai’s voice carried concern, “If you use up all your resources trying to finish it off and fail, you’ll expose your weaknesses.”
The noise and words of caution were blocked by a shield outside the duel arena.
Mu Ningning took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
“My turn, draw!”
<Cyber Petit Angel>
A good draw.
She scanned her six cards, her mind calculating damage rapidly.
Then decisively she slapped down a card and said, “Activate Ritual Spell——— <Ritual of the Mechanical Angel>!”
“Using the <Cyber Angel Benten> in my hand as a Tribute!”
“Ritual Summon!”
“<Cyber Angel Idaten>!”
A dazzling light curtain burst at the center of the arena, and the purplish-red angel Idaten slowly appeared.
“Hologram projection.” Li Guanqi watched this scene, his eyes glittering with excitement.
After dreaming for over 10 years, it was truly happening right before his eyes.