Hearing this, Wind Rakshasa narrowed his eyes, then broke into a wide grin. "You're the first person to act so brazen upon entering the Vocational Academy. But you will also be the last. There will be plenty of chances to duel."
"This guy actually dared to call us trash?"
"Damn it, so what if he has an Egyptian God Card? Does he really think he can walk all over us?"
"Cocky bastard. He clearly has no clue how formidable our Vocational Academy is. Leaving aside the Nine Great Rakshasas, any single one of us has top-tier professional skill. What is he strutting about for?"
Wind Rakshasa kept his hands buried in his pockets, a pair of headphones resting casually around his neck. A badge bearing the character for 'Wind' was pinned to his chest, matching his loose, hip-hop-inspired attire.
"I've seen this guy before..." murmured a young man standing beside Wind Rakshasa, also sporting headphones.
"Oh?" Wind Rakshasa blinked.
"Back when the five of us went to administer the academy entrance assessment, Hou Jin and Zhao Jian lost to him. And back then, he didn't even have an Egyptian God Card."
The boy in headphones had clearly been part of the delegation sent alongside Hou Jin and Zhao Jian.
"You Feng..." Ma Qingxue stood frozen in shock. Was You Feng always this aggressive? She had assumed that upon arriving at the Vocational Academy, they would keep their heads down and tread carefully. Who could have imagined You Feng would draw the hostility of the entire campus in a single breath?
Wait... is You Feng doing this to protect me? Did he intentionally pull everyone's eyes onto himself so nobody would target me? Otherwise, given his usual temperament, there was no need to be this unyielding.
The moment the realization struck her, Ma Qingxue's heart fluttered. Looking at You Feng's back, she found him unexpectedly reliable.
"Defeating pro players while still an applicant? No wonder he's so arrogant!" Wind Rakshasa sneered.
Thud, thud, thud!
Inside the Wind Attribute Building, the wind-attribute students scowled fiercely. Raising their Duel Disks one after another, they projected their signature Duel Monsters into solid form.
The sight was breathtaking, an oppressive aura rising like a storm to weigh down upon the courtyard!
It was their unmistakable protest against You Feng's declaration that everyone present was trash.
"Ooh, so domineering! I like it..." Water Rakshasa purred as she sauntered out from the Water Attribute Building. Draped in an enchanting, aqua-blue chiffon gown, her figure was delightfully curvaceous.
Her long, narrow eyes practically radiated seductive charm.
You Feng had no interest in wasting time playing games with them. He was simply waiting for their counselor to take them to their designated classroom.
Before long, the counselor finally arrived.
It was a young man.
"Hello, I am your counselor," he greeted them as he walked over.
"Hello. May we ask which class we should be heading to?" Ma Qingxue asked politely.
"Here at the Vocational Academy, if you wish to study, you choose your own class," the counselor explained earnestly. "There are no traditional instructors here. The Rakshasas are the ultimate authorities. They oversee the absolute mastery of their respective attributes. No teacher could instruct them; they are the highest representatives of dueling theory and practice."
"You mean we're supposed to learn from them?" You Feng asked with a furrowed brow. Initially, he had assumed the Rakshasas were merely senior students. He had not expected them to act as both students and teachers.
To those in the know, it was just card games, but to an outsider, it sounded like an underground syndicate hierarchy.
"Whether you can become an outstanding professional duelist is entirely up to their judgment. They hold the evaluation standards for certifying new pros. Passing their assessment is the only way to obtain a Professional Player Qualification Certificate.
Everyone perched up there holds one. Those without a certificate are considered failures and have long since been expelled from the academy."
The counselor paused before continuing, "Of course, alongside their evaluations, independent judges oversee the process to ensure personal grudges do not interfere. If you have enough confidence, you can even challenge the Nine Great Rakshasas directly. That is the quickest route."
You Feng felt an urge to remark that organizing everyone strictly by a single attribute was practically begging opponents to pack dedicated counter cards against them.
Yet as soon as the thought surfaced, You Feng shook his head. It was far too glaring an issue. There was no way seasoned duelists had not considered it; relying blindly on hate cards could easily become a trap in itself.
"In any case, come with me first. I've already arranged your dormitories," the counselor said, assuming his explanation had humbled the two newcomers. It was standard routineevery year, countless incoming students shook with anxiety upon hearing the academy's harsh hierarchy. These two were already handling it remarkably well.
Heh... Truly worthy of being called the Child of God. But the more arrogant someone is, the sweeter it feels to break them... You Feng, is it?
A cold glint flashed in Wind Rakshasa's eyes. Pulling out his phone, he fired off a message to their group chat.
"He's my prey. You guys just sit back and watch." Wind Rakshasa.
"Didn't expect your temper to be even worse than mine." Flame Rakshasa.
"Duel him if you must, but don't damage his body. He's totally my type." Water Rakshasa.
"Is nobody worried that Wind Rakshasa might lose?" Earth Rakshasa.
"That joke isn't funny at all." Light Rakshasa.
"Heheh, that's no joke. A God card holds limitless possibilities, after all." Dark Rakshasa.
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