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... nto a stream of pale blue data, arriving in the center of a round arena. Blue ripples, like flowing water, materialized into the dueling field. Full of anticipation, Tomoki took his place in the virtual arena.

Next week would be his debut in the professional circuit.

The Pro Duelist League—the dream stage for duelists worldwide. After years of hard work, Tomoki had finally reached the biggest stage, about to start a new life as a pro.

Being a pro duelist meant fame, statu ...

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My name is Chen Ping’an, Ping’an* of Peace, and I am a swordsman.

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* Ping’an means peace

** The four directions here are just the four sides of the map of China and the earth. As for the World of Righteousness, it was only one of the four “World”.

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