Chapter 597: The Conglomerate Spy

"They are all useless guys."

Professor Kebula shook his head and closed the screen.

Sato was the best pawn he found in the academy. This person had hidden huge darkness in his heart for a long time, which he had been trying hard to suppress. After years of accumulation, once properly guided, it could easily be transformed into a pawn that could be used.

More importantly, this person was a former professional duelist with good strength and experience. If this guy couldn't force out the opponent's true level, then I'm afraid there were few people in the world who could be used.

"Forget it, I still have to go into battle myself."

Kebula snorted. He turned off the equipment in front of him and looked down at his right hand.

At this time, the screen had gone out, and the lights in the facility had also been turned off. In the boundless darkness, the only light source became his right hand, which was glowing with red light, flickering in the pitch black.

Looking at the glowing outline, it didn't look like a human arm...

Kebula looked lost in thought, and in his eyes, a boy wrapped in light appeared in front of him, smiling brightly at him.

"Just a little bit more, just a little bit..."

"Soon, we can be together."

The boy's immature voice said.

"Yes... just a little bit more."

Kebula muttered to himself.

Those painful memories, as well as the despair at that time, suddenly surged into his heart again.

His child, that child who used to be so sunny and lively. He loved dueling so much, dreaming that he could become a duelist when he grew up...

But he never grew up.

Kebula's memory of the child always stayed at the moment of flesh and blood, and the deck scattered in the sky.

He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

"Just a little bit, we can be together forever."

But after walking a few steps, his expression changed slightly.

"Who?"

Someone broke in.

Kebula was secretly surprised. Although it was a research institute temporarily occupied as a base, he still set up layers of security measures, and even a mosquito flying in should not be able to avoid his eyes and ears.

The first thing he thought of was naturally the Duel King. His biggest threat on this island.

But when he turned around, he found it didn't seem to be.

"As a professor at Duel Academy, your sharpness is impressive."

The man's playful voice rang out. Then, a young man with red hair and glasses walked slowly out of the darkness and appeared in front of Kebula.

"Amun Garam?"

Kebula saw it wasn't the Duel King, and his tense nerves relaxed a lot, and he laughed out loud.

"Interesting."

"Oh?" Amun raised his eyebrows.

"I heard long ago that the Garam conglomerate has a shadow, a super spy who is everywhere and can complete any task. But who could have thought?"

Kebula looked at Amun with a playful expression.

"It would be the eldest young master of the Garam conglomerate himself."

Amun smiled and pushed his glasses.

"The world can't find anyone better than me to be competent, and I am also troubled by this."

"You are quite confident."

Kebula squinted.

"So you represent more than just a branch of Duel Academy by coming here. Let me guess, the Garam conglomerate also has a hand in it?"

"You could say that," Amun said lightly. "Since things have been said, it's easy. I won't beat around the bush either."

He reached out a hand to Kebula.

Kebula frowned. "Card," Amun said straight to the point, "We want that spirit."

"Oh?"

Kebula put his hands behind his back and sneered.

"So, you know about 'her' existence."

"Don't underestimate the intelligence network of a top conglomerate," Amun smiled. "A visitor from outside the sky, a falling object from outer space. A spirit discovered in the wreckage of the fall, rated as a powerful spirit with the highest level of power. It is said..."

He paused, his eyes colder.

"It is said that even bringing the dead back to life can be done, right?"

Kebula put away his smile and looked at him coldly.

Only after a while did he say: "This has nothing to do with you, Amun Garam."

"I knew it couldn't be too easy."

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Amun said.

"Originally, I thought that since it was to take the card, it would naturally be solved in the way of a duelist. But on second thought, you are a guy who will do anything to achieve your goal, coupled with the power of such a dangerous spirit, dueling is actually disadvantageous to me."

Kebula: "So?"

I saw Amun had started to undress.

He took off his coat, revealing a strong and muscular body hidden under that gentle appearance, and set up a fighting stance.

"Don't look at me like this," Amun smiled. "I'm quite confident in my strength."

Kebula snorted, also took off his coat, made a fighting stance, and gestured for him to come.

Two card-playing muscle men actually started fighting in this dark underground.

Amun shouted, stepped forward, and punched him in the face. Kebula focused his eyes to see the way, reached out to grab, but didn't expect the punch to be a feint, and a grab only grabbed empty air. Amun's right foot suddenly rose, and a kick hit Kebula's waist and abdomen.

He won a move at the first meeting, and Amun showed a proud look. But before he could laugh, he felt a huge force coming from where his right leg kicked. It was as if a domineering horizontal gravity slammed into his chest and abdomen, and the invisible hammer blow made his internal organs seem to shift, and the whole person fell backward, crashing into the wall behind him.

Amun spat out blood, and when he wanted to get up, he found that his hands and feet were pressed against the wall, and his whole body was difficult to move.

"What...?"

Amun looked up in surprise.

The intelligence clearly said that the spirit in Kebula's hand was in a dormant state, and it was difficult to exert power without dueling.

"Could it be that even in a dormant state, there is such a degree of power to interfere with reality..."

Amun gritted his teeth.

So how strong should that spirit be?

"Stupid."

Kebula sneered.

"Knowing that I have the power of 'that lord', you are stupid enough to challenge me."

He put his hands behind his back, walked to Amun, looked at his strong upper body, and looked at his eyes.

Suddenly laughed out loud.

"Heh, the young master of the Garam conglomerate, as a spy, fighter, or duelist, is a rare talent. But your heart, it seems, also has a huge shadow."

"Get out," Amun said in a low voice. But he was powerless to resist.

"Don't resist, it's okay," Kebula said. "That lord can see everything and can soothe any pain. Tell her your pain, tell her your request. And then everything will..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Amun suddenly throw a punch, hitting him hard in the face. Kebula took the punch solidly, almost spitting out old blood, and retreated two steps, swaying.

He looked up and looked at Amun in surprise: "Impossible, you have been bound by that lord, how could..."

Then he heard someone behind him say lazily: "It's just the power of a half-crippled spirit, it's not difficult to break it."

Kebula turned his head. This time, he really saw the person he regarded as the biggest obstacle on this island.

Fujiki You Xuan.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 598 =====