As the announcement began, the dueling arena began to rise slowly.

"I can't do anything anymore, I can only watch here quietly," and inside the dueling boat, Isis sat quietly on the sofa in the room, looking out the window, looking at the towering dueling tower, and muttered.

The unconscious Liched lay quietly on Isis's bed, still unconscious.

"The duel begins!" The staff raised their hand and said.

"Duel!" Wang Peng and Dark Malik shouted in unison, and the two drew five cards from their hands from the deck.

"I'll attack first, draw cards!" Dark Malik said, drawing a card from the deck.

"I summon 'Kiel Gas' to attack!" Dark Malik glanced at the cards in his hand, drew a card from them, and placed it on the dueling board.

Dark Malik flashed on the field, and a monster holding an electromagnetic scimitar, wrapped in armor all over his body, appeared on the field.

Kir Garth, Dark Element, Demon Clan, Level 4 Stars, Attack 1800, Garrison 1200.

"I'll put on another card, and this round is over!" Dark Malik drew another card and inserted it into the duel disc to end his round.

"It's my turn!" Wang Peng said, drew a card from the deck, looked at the cards in his hand and thought: "Is the attack power 1800 points, there is no one who can defeat him in my current hand, so I can only defend first." ”

"I'll stamp two cards and summon the 'Daimon Goro' guard to sign!" Wang Peng said, drawing three cards from his hand and inserting two into the dueling board. One is placed on a dueling plate.

Wang Peng flashed on the field, and a **** upper body, revealing strong and powerful muscles. Wearing judo shorts, with a pair of clogs at his feet, he is very tall, and a big man with a visual appearance of at least two meters appears on the field.

Although, this big man is burly and has a strong sense of oppression, but. His expression is very honest, and at first glance, it makes people feel very close to him, not because of his figure. It gives people a sense of distance.

Fighter Daimon Goro, ground attribute, warrior clan, level 4 stars. Attack power 1400. Garrison 2000.

Special Effect: I play judo, which doubles the damage when the defensive state shines damage to the duelist.

Description: A gold medalist in judo at the Olympic Games, he lost to Kyo Kusanagi in the semi-finals of the All Japan Mixed Fighting Tournament and won the third place.

"I'm done with this round!" Wang Peng said.

"Hehe" and just as Wang Peng's words fell, Dark Malik was holding a thousand-year-old tin staff. A huge amount of dark power surged out of his body, dark like a black hole. Appeared behind Dark Malik, and gradually spread.

"Isn't it going to start again!?" Looking at the darkness that engulfed the sky, enveloping everyone little by little, the people in the castle, who had experienced it once, exclaimed.

"Dark Game!" The dark game said solemnly, although I had already thought that Dark Malik would launch the dark game, but I couldn't help but be shocked when I saw the dark game enveloping everyone.

"Brother!" Looking at the dark game, the evil power, the Trojan Horse leaned towards the seahorse.

"It's fine!" The seahorse stood there motionless, calming the Trojan Horse, and carefully paying attention to the form on the field.

"Okay, the dark game is on, Wang Peng, let me continue, the unfinished duel last night, although, yesterday I admitted defeat and lost to you, but, this time, I will definitely bury you in the dark!"

"Humph, hahaha!" Dark Malik raised the thousand-year-old tin staff and pointed it at Wang Peng, looked up and laughed.

"Last night? What Wang Peng said before, is it last night, the two of them actually duel, and besides, Dark Malik still lost? Hearing Dark Malik's words, Haima was stunned for a moment, and then thought of what Wang Peng had said before the duel began, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"The game of darkness has begun, do you want to add new victims, Malik!" In the dueling boat under the tower, Isis muttered as she looked at the darkness that permeated the top of the tower, the evil and twisted power.

"Another me, stop Wang Peng, if Wang Peng loses" The game's worried voice sounded in the heart of the dark game.

"It's useless, this point, Wang Peng has already thought of it, he knows that Dark Malik will launch a dark game, and he also takes the initiative to challenge this duel, no one can stop him, believe him, partner! Believe Wang Peng! Dark Game replied in his mind.

"Dark game, the dark game you cast, there is a disgusting smell." Wang Peng looked around, the dense darkness, and said with some disgust.

"Hehe, this time it's not like last night, you, who have already stepped into the dark game, have no way to escape this time, before your defeat and death that will come sooner or later, let me enjoy it, Wang Peng!" Dark Malik sneered.

"Who loses and who wins, it's not certain, don't say it as if last night, I won by relying on your charity, but I won by defeating your 'Winged Dragon of the Sun God', hurry up and continue the duel." Wang Peng urged.

"Before that, let me tell you, what is the punishment that the loser of this duel will endure, the loser will be drowned in the deep dark world forever, and the soul and body of the loser will be accompanied by eternal pain, and gradually fall into the world of death, hahaha! How, it's exciting! It won't be long before you can taste that taste~" Dark Malik laughed hideously.

"What, suddenly say something creepy there!" Listening to Dark Malik's words, there was a cold war in the city outside the field, and he said unhappily.

"He is putting pressure on Wang Peng." Dark Game said solemnly.

"Don't talk that, you can't scare me, Dark Malik." Wang Peng looked at Dark Malik and said.

"Huh," Dark Malik sneered.

"Huh? This is!? "At this moment, I saw a purple ray of light fly out of Wang Peng's body and connect to the 'Daimon Goro' on Wang Peng's field.

Not only Wang Peng, but also a purple ray of light on Dark Malik's body, connecting him with the monsters on his field.

"This is the link that can turn the damage suffered by the monster into pain, and pass it on to the duelist 100%, so you can taste this and please me with your sorrow!!" Dark Malik sneered.

"The real duel, it's started, now it's my turn!" Dark Malik laughed and pulled a card from the deck. (To be continued.) )