Yato was utterly stunned.
He rubbed his eyes over and over, as though repeatedly confirming what he was seeing, but his brain gave him the same answer every time.
This crab-head young man had really won.
He had defeated opponents Yato had considered overwhelmingly powerful, nearly invincible—the most hateful attackers who had shattered this town's balance.
And he had taken down all three of them alone.
"O-One Turn Triple Kill?" The old shopkeeper stood frozen as well.
He looked at Kira beside him, then at Yusei ahead. His gaze shifted back and forth between them, as if waiting for one of them to say something first.
Kira seemed to notice the old man's helpless little glances. He patted his shoulder and smiled. "Small stuff. Stay calm. For Yusei, this level is nothing more than a warm-up."
As he spoke, he headed toward Yusei.
A warm-up?
The old shopkeeper wore a vacant expression, as though he could no longer make sense of anything.
At that moment, only one sentence flashed through his mind.
So Gods and Immortals really did exist in this world.
"Mr. Kira," Yusei suddenly said with a frown, "look at those three. Their reactions... are strange."
Kira had noticed as well.
The three from Duel Academy who had been defeated lay on the ground, convulsing without pause, veins bulging all over their bodies. One of them desperately clawed cracks into the ground with all ten fingers. His fingertips were already dripping with blood from the force, his nails looking as though he were about to snap them off himself. Another was frantically clutching his own throat, his reaction just as violent and his expression equally twisted.
"Aaaah—"
The three screamed together. Then, dangerous dark glows bloomed from their Duel Disks. The light enveloped them, and their bodies seemed