The Zombie Chief gripped its saber, and even the green flames in its eye sockets paused.
The transparent barrier before it did not budge. Its blade was stuck in midair; it could not push it forward, and even pulling it back took effort.
Zarug raised his twin guns, first tilting his head toward Yūki.
His meaning was clear.
Where should he shoot?
Yūki had not fully adjusted to this way of communicating yet. He only had time to instinctively raise his hand and point ahead.
Gunshots erupted.
Two bursts of black vapor exploded from the Zombie Chief's shoulders. It screamed, dropped its long saber, and tumbled backward into the tree roots.
Sangan moved too.
Its two short legs churned rapidly as it pounced onto a Ghoul's face. Its three claws clamped firmly onto the creature's head, and its large central eye lit up purple.
The Ghoul had just raised its claws when it froze, then staggered crookedly into its companion beside it.
Yūki froze for half a second.
"That actually worked?"
He looked down at his Duel Disk.
The [Negate Attack] card was still glowing, its transparent barrier firmly protecting him.
Every time Zarug fired, the bullets' trajectories and impacts were absurdly clear. Even the tree bark splintered under the shots.
There was no dueling platform here, no Life Points, and nobody announcing turns.
Yet the cards' effects still worked.
Yūki had been a little panicked just now. Now, he was not panicked at all.
If strength was all that counted here, he might have been nothing more than an ordinary fifteen-year-old student.
But since cards counted here, things would be much easier.
His deck box did not contain much else, but he had enough things specifically designed to make other people miserable to open a wholesale store.
Yūki even