Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit - Chapter 4: Challenge

As an underworld boss who has been in the ladder all the year round, You Feng specially uses various non-mainstream underworld decks to climb to the duel king of the ladder in one go.

Also known as a cancer.

I didn’t expect to cross into the mixed world of DM, GX and 5DS!

You Feng defeated the major powerhouses with absolute capital, seized their cards, and then began to research and combine all kinds of fancy tumor card groups.

The most important thing is that such a tumor, the guardian spirit is still the creator god of light! !

“Is this the God of Creation of Light? What!! It turned out to be You Feng’s?” Muto Game.

“You call the cancer a **** god?” Haima Lairen’s mouth twitched.

“I never take the initiative to pull out screws! Except for facing You Feng! It’s too poisonous.” Do not move Yu Xing.

“What kind of dark dueling elf, how can You Feng be scary?” Youcheng Shidai.

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Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

A slime randomly falls into existence. Sapient and born with the ability to recreate parts of the things it preys upon, the highly confused drop of primordial soup decides that the only real thing it can do is become the being at the top of the food chain. A task of longevity in the leaves of the Omniverse.

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.