At the moment when the pillar of fire shrouded the 'Winged Dragon of the Sun God', Kusanagi Kyo moved violently, and with the action, countless phantoms were brought up, each of which played a move, and each of these moves was a move in Kusanagi's ancient martial arts.

In the end, all the moves were fused into one move, and the final move, the most basic punch in the ancient martial arts of Kusanagi, Wild Bite!

However, this punch cannot be called a wild bite at this time, but a 'non-style'!

'Boom! Kusanagi Kyo's punch hit the chest of the 'Sun God's Winged Dragon', and a huge amount of energy exploded, and the pillar of fire that imprisoned the 'Sun God's Winged Dragon' also burst open, and the huge energy seemed to collapse even in the dark game.

'Bang! Kusanagi Jing, who was exhausted, was also blown back by the impact of the explosion, and fell heavily on Wang Peng's field.

"No !!" In the burning of the red flames, Dark Malik let out an unwilling roar.

"Dark Malik, the 'Sun God' has lost, it is you who have lost, according to the punishment of my dark game, you will be tormented in hell, forever and ever!" Wang Peng stretched out his hand and pointed at Dark Malik and shouted loudly.

With Wang Peng's words, a black whirlpool suddenly appeared behind Dark Malik, and a dead girl with a scythe in her hand, her hair decorated with a skull pattern, and her face was expressionless, leaning out of the whirlpool.

"No, don't! Don't!! Dark Malik looked at the girl who had suddenly appeared in horror.

'Whew! The Grim Reaper girl clenched her scythe and swung it hard at Dark Malik, a scythe that shimmered with cold light. Straight through Dark Malik's body.

"Ah!!h Malik's body was fine, there were no wounds at all, but. There was a translucent phantus shadow running through the scythe, and if you looked closely, it was Dark Malik, who was screaming miserably.

Then, the Grim Reaper girl gradually retreated into the black vortex, along with the dark Malik on the scythe.

"No !!" At the desperate cry of Dark Malik, the whirlpool slowly disappeared, and at the same time. The beautiful darkness that shrouded the dueling arena gradually dissipated, revealing the blue sky and white clouds, and the dark game was over.

With the end of the dark game. The 'Winged Dragon of the Sun God' also vanished, and Malik fell to the ground, and when he got up, his face was no longer the hideous appearance of Dark Malik.

"Malik. Our future. It doesn't go away there, thank you" Looking at Malik, Isis clasped her hands together and said heartily.

"Master Malik" Liched also showed a look of surprise.

"Thank you." Malik looked at Wang Peng and thanked him.

"Don't thank me, if it weren't for your sister, I wouldn't care if you lived or died, and besides, this battle is a battle in your heart. If you hadn't shown up in the end, I wouldn't have had that easy time getting rid of him. Wang Peng waved his hand and said.

"Duel City Semifinals. First Battle! Winner, Wang Peng!! The referee, who had been sticking to his post, raised his hand and announced loudly.

"Awesome!!" Dark Games and the others cheered excitedly.

"You're okay, it's really good!" The dueling arena slowly descended, Dark Game and others rushed over, and the Peacock Dance directly pounced on Wang Peng's body, hugging Wang Peng tightly, his eyes became ruddy.

"Sister, I," Malik said with deep apologies, as he gathered with Isis and Liched.

"Malik, the fate of the tomb keepers who have lasted for thousands of years, passed down in the dark, for this fate to draw a rest, is your mission, although you have indeed done a lot of ridiculous and stupid things, but maybe this is the arrangement of fate, to return the memory to the Pharaoh." Isis reassured.

"Sister, will our clan really be able to break free from the shackles of darkness and live in the sun in the future?" Malik said.

"Of course, the three of us are not only the same family, but also a family, as long as this bond is there, no matter how difficult it is, we can serve the customer!" Isis said simply.

Hearing Isis's words, Liched was stunned, and his eyes flashed with tenderness and emotion.

"If you don't have a place to go, come to me." At this moment, a voice came from behind the three of them, and when the three of them heard the sound, they saw Wang Peng coming over.

"The Pharaoh you have been waiting for has been resurrected, as long as the memory is returned to him, the mission of guarding the era of your clan is over, you are free, if you don't know what to do, you can come to me, the origin of the dueling monster comes from ancient Egypt, and I also need your help." After Wang Peng pacified Peacock Dance and the others, he came over and said to Isis and the others.

"This" Hearing Wang Peng's words, Malik and the three of them glanced at each other.

"Pharaoh!" At this time, the dark game and others also came over, and the three of Malik looked at the dark game and shouted with complicated eyes.

Then, Isis glanced at Malik, Malik reached out and took off the clothes on his body, **** his upper body, turned around, and showed his back.

I saw that behind Malik, there was a pattern similar to the inscription on Lichd's face, which occupied the entire back, and it could be seen that there were three abbreviated images of the cards of the gods.

However, these images were not printed on Malik's body by means of tattoo pens or anything like that, but by baked red iron plates, which were printed on Malik's back, just like the imprints left on the slaves by ancient slave owners.

The young Malik endured such torture, and it was no wonder that Malik had a twisted personality like Dark Malik.

"This scar" everyone exclaimed in surprise at the sight of the image behind Malik.

"Is this my memory that the Tomb Keepers are guarding in this pain!?" Dark Game's eyes widened in shock, he didn't expect that the tomb guards would use such a cruel method to protect this secret.

"What is recorded on it is the prophecy of the prophet of the tomb keeper who served the royal family three thousand years ago, 'The one who obtains the stone tablet with the power of the three gods will be the evidence of the person who hosts the soul of the pharaoh'!" Isis was a little heartbroken, looked at the inscription on Malik's back, and opened her mouth to say to the dark game.

"Hmph, no matter what memory or prophecy, in this duel, you have already lost, Wang Peng, you can choose a card from his deck if you win." Seahorse walked over and interrupted.

"That's right, the duel isn't over yet." When the dark game heard this, he also came back to his senses, looked at Wang Peng and the seahorse, and said with a serious expression. (To be continued.) )