Chapter 670

Having succeeded in one strike, he secured the victory by blowing up the traps and burning for damage. After winning, Jinzo - Psychic King did not disappear immediately, but instead crossed his arms over his chest, looked up proudly, and lingered for a few seconds, as if savoring his hard-won victory.

Finally!

Jinzo couldn't remember when he last got a kill.

Ever since he followed his current master, the opportunities he got to appear throughout the year were not many to begin with. And for some reason, it was as if he were cursed; even when he had a chance to appear, he was usually cannon fodder. Before this, his greatest goal was nothing more than "surviving until the next turn counts as winning."

But today, his luck turned around—well, actually, the curse couldn't really be considered broken, since he died quite quickly today too. It was just that his master gave him many opportunities today; although he died quickly, he was revived just as quickly, jumping back and forth between the underworld and the living world, which was more effective at messing with the opponent's mentality than just staying on the field.

More importantly, he had finally gotten the final blow after a long time!

This was at least enough for him to go back and brag for a year in front of that disagreeable Caius the Shadow Monarch.

But a great man once said that most happiness in this world is conserved. If someone gains, someone must lose.

And that is exactly the case now. He, Jinzo, harvested happiness, and a sunny Gravekeeper lost his.

Although Fujiki You Xuan was not familiar with Rishid, he guessed from his own experience that most of this Gravekeeper brother's past duels should have been happy. After all, this person often started with three set cards in the back row and an empty front row; whether he won or not was one thing, but he usually enjoyed the duels.

He, the trap master Rishid, had spent his life setting traps for others, and he had probably never felt as stifled as he did today.

His superior told him that he could ask the King for advice, and in fact, he never intended to win. But even in defeat, he never expected to lose so painfully. At this moment, Rishid felt that he and the person in front of him were incompatible, and he secretly made up his mind that if possible, he never wanted to experience the King of Games' high-level moves again.

Oh right, though he could encourage his master Marik to ask the King for advice when there's an opportunity.

There was no other meaning; he just felt that the King's dueling had a unique style, was powerful and distinct, and was very beneficial for sharpening a duelist's skills and broadening their horizons.

Although his master Marik was also a legendary-level duelist back then, he hadn't played cards with anyone for many years now, and even if he occasionally did, given Mr. Marik's level, the opponents he faced could only be considered small fry in a fish pond—it was just bullying the weak.

But bullying the weak too much makes one easily become weak themselves. Now that there was this rare opportunity, he naturally hoped that Marik could exchange pointers with a master to keep his touch.

There was absolutely no other meaning.

"Sorry, are you alright?"

Fujiki You Xuan put away his Duel Disk and walked toward Rishid. At this moment, the huge palace behind the two had also disappeared. This palace was originally the Royal Temple manifested by Rishid with dark power; on one hand, it was to attract Fujiki You Xuan's attention and lead him to the duel, and on the other hand, it was to seize the initiative and use home-field advantage to make himself look more imposing.

This was not just for showing off; high-level duelists often play with momentum. Many times, certain actions seem meaningless and are just for style points, but sometimes it is precisely because the style points overwhelm the opponent that one can more easily stabilize one's own performance and gain an advantage in the duel.

Of course, this also refers to duels between parties whose strength is within a certain range. If the gap in strength between the two sides is too large, even if the weaker side maxes out all kinds of buffs like "That's not necessarily true" or "Candle in the wind," the effect will only be to make their defeat slightly more heroic.

Just like Rishid, although he managed to seize the initiative and gain home-field advantage this time, he was still helpless under the suppression of Jinzo.

However, this person's mentality was quite good; he just waved his hand at Fujiki You Xuan: "I'm fine."

At the same time, he took a breath and added: "A duelist with the title of King is indeed worthy of the name. I am indeed no match." After all, Rishid himself was an 'underworld' practitioner who had trapped many people in his life and had often been accused of "winning unfairly." But he had never cared about that. The only thing that matters in a duel is victory; whether it's by hacking at each other with ace monsters or by using traps to make the opponent unable to move, the only thing that matters is the result of winning.

If he trapped the opponent so they had no cards to play, that was simply because his strength was superior—where would the talk of "winning unfairly" come from?

Similarly, today his traps were clearly arranged by the opponent's Jinzo family bucket, and there was nothing to say about that. If he couldn't beat him, it was indeed because the opponent was stronger than him, and he wouldn't accuse Jinzo of playing dirty or feel dissatisfied with the loss.

"Gravekeeper Rishid, a top eight duelist in Battle City, your application of trap tactics is indeed impressive." Fujiki You Xuan said.

After a brief round of commercial mutual flattery and pleasantries, Fujiki You Xuan then said: "However, Mr. Rishid, you waited here specifically; I don't think it was just for a duel and advice, right?

It's not close to come here from Egypt."

Rishid said: "Marik-sama has official business to handle these two days, and he arrived in New Tongshiye together with Ishizu-sama, so I accompanied them.

It's just that the two of them have been busy with official business these two days and couldn't get away, which is why they sent me to invite you. They specifically told me that if the situation permits, they will definitely come in person."

"Invite?" Fujiki You Xuan asked.

Rishid said: "It's about some trouble you've encountered recently. If possible, I hope you can make a trip to Egypt. There are some things they want to show you; perhaps it relates to the Advent Sect and the opponents you've encountered recently."

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Rishid paused, turned his head to look at the previous gathering place of the Advent Sect, and then lowered his voice.

"You should have already come face-to-face with the 'Wicked God' just now, right?"

Fujiki You Xuan pondered.

He thought of how in the original DM story, the matter of the Phantom Gods started with the Gravekeeper siblings. Marik took 'Slifer the Sky Dragon' and 'The Winged Dragon of Ra' to advance into Battle City, while Ishizu handed 'Obelisk the Tormentor' to Seto Kaiba to counter her rebellious brother.

The Gravekeepers guarded not only the secrets of the Pharaoh but also those three Phantom God cards. Now that the Phantom Gods are no longer in the world, but the Three Wicked Gods and the Three Phantom Gods are opposed to each other, it is possible that the Gravekeepers know something.

"So, not many of the Wicked God cards were completely destroyed back then, were they." Fujiki You Xuan said. "The Gravekeepers know some inside information, right?"

Rishid only shook his head: "I am just a servant who guards the tomb; I don't know much. But I think Marik and Ishizu-sama will definitely be able to resolve your doubts."

"Alright, I understand."

Fujiki You Xuan nodded.

"I will accept the invitation."

(End of chapter)