Chapter 1112

"Get serious."

Although using the "Bliss" deck.

…

On the other side, Witte Gaude also found a player lounge to sit down.

Because there were not many events tonight, there was no one else around him.

He sat on the edge of the window sill and looked up at the scene outside the window. His eyes passed over the crowded audience one by one. The expression in his eyes flashed frequently, sometimes clear and sometimes dark.

Witte Gauthe was not completely unaware of his own situation.

But the information he knew was limited. Even if he noticed something strange, he would just treat it as physical discomfort or something else.

"call!"

Taking a deep breath of the cold night air, Witte Gaude put his hand into the card bag, preparing to make final adjustments to the deck.

After experiencing the emotional release after winning the championship, he has now completely calmed down, but the mountain-like pressure is completely on his shoulders, making him sweat on his forehead.

When he was about to challenge Dak head-on, he realized that Dak's image in his heart was already so tall and unreachable.

But he won't be overwhelmed by the pressure.

Climb to the top!

…

"Welcome to the audience to the duel venue of St. Marian College, although Judy still has a lot to say to the audience.

But presumably the audience, like Judy, can't wait for the upcoming duel.

So to make a long story short, this "Gold Cup" points match... no, it is the follow-up match of the "Silver Cup", officially kicked off. "

Senior Judy's voice spread to every corner of the duel hall. She deliberately made her tone excited and said loudly.

"Let us welcome the "Silver Cup" champion - Wit Gaud to the entrance!"

The applause thundered instantly.

Under the guidance of the staff, Witte Gaude walked out of the player tunnel and then stepped onto the red side player stage.

Then the light fell on him, and a huge projection appeared.

The audience's shouts became louder and louder.

He accumulated a lot of popularity this afternoon.

Immediately afterwards, Senior Sister Judy spoke loudly again.

"The next person to enter is our second-year chief—Dak Dimon!"

Then the more powerful applause and shouts suddenly sounded.

Dak walked onto the blue player stage, and vaguely seemed to hear shameful words such as "Dak Dak I love you".

I can't help but be surprised.

Chapter 725: "Every day, tens of thousands of votes are sought", the world and the earth are united (10k)

With the official appearance of Dark Dimon, the voice of Wit Goad dropped significantly.

Although Witte Gaud's popularity has soared today, there is still a gap compared to the popularity that Dark Dimon has accumulated over a long period of time.

"I know that Dak gave up the Silver Cup, but how did the two of them face off?"

Arvette turned sideways and chatted quietly with Janice.

She looked happy because of the baby's popularity, but there were some things she had to ask clearly.

"I heard that it was the man named Witte Gaude who initiated the challenge after winning the championship?"

Janice didn’t know everything.

The two of them originally just learned that Dak would appear in the evening, so they made time to come and have a look.

Seeing the baby's heroic appearance on the duel stage, Arvette's soul will be healed, and the fatigue caused by busy official duties will dissipate.

But today, it seems that there are other things to eat?

She spoke with a smile, looking forward to this duel even more.

Prince Charles and Archbishop Caleb Norris were talking about Angus Jeffrey.

Although Angus Jeffrey's incident was not a big deal on the surface, everyone who should know it already knew it.

If he were not the son of Earl Jeffrey, he would have been interrogated by the Holy Church.

But the root of that matter still lies in St. Marian College.

The archbishop raised his head and squinted his eyes, frowning, as if he wanted to see through the sky of St. Marian College.

St. Marian's College is being shrouded in fog.

…

Emma and Sara were sitting in their own small groups and looked up at the field. There was no joy in their expressions, but the people around them were gnashing their teeth.

I guess he was drawing circles to curse Witte Gaud.

…

As for Doron, Pistan, Rose, Diana and others, they were waving flags and shouting in the direction of Dark, as if they were competing with the audience outside the venue.

On the other side, some second-year students from the Knights Academy were competing with them.

Under the night sky, between the stars and the moon, youth is just right.

…

Dark Dimon pressed his hand on the card table, injected a little magic power, and activated the card table.

The magical projection that was then turned on magnified his half body, and his facial expressions were more clearly visible.

At this time, he raised his head and looked across, his eyes falling on Werther.

What surprised him a little was that Werther actually calmed down under such circumstances, instead of raising his hands to interact with the audience as he usually did.

Dark's eyes turned, wondering whether this was Werther's own will or the interference of "second consciousness".

But at this moment, when the cheers of the audience outside the venue slightly subsided, Witt suddenly said: "I thought that I would have to wait until the end of the second grade, or after the third grade, before I would have the confidence to challenge you."

Dake tapped the table lightly, but did not interrupt.

Witt paused and continued: "It was beyond my expectation that I could win the championship today. But the moment I really won, I knew that everything had just begun. If I couldn't defeat you, what would it matter if I won the championship?"

Dake frowned slightly and finally said: "The "Silver Cup" champion is not good? This is your progress. You must see your true nature and don't be too ambitious."

As soon as he spoke, there was a bit of educational in his tone, perhaps because he had been an assistant coach for half a year.

Witt Gold was very sensitive to this. He frowned and subconsciously wanted to say something like "You are teaching me how to do things."

But before he blurted out these words, he bit his lip.

After a long while, he slowly said, "You are always like this."

It's as if everyone is a generation younger than you.

We are all students of the same grade, why are you superior and speak and act like an elder?

"Today, I will pull you down from the altar!"

Finally, his voice still squeezed out from the corner of his lips.

...

"Altar? I'm not a god." Dak just shook his head slowly and said.

"Today you and I can stand here not for other reasons, but just because the matching system of the "Golden Cup" points competition happened to be you and me randomly.

As the last duel in the duel hall in the first semester of the second grade, I hope that neither you nor I will have any regrets."

His tone was flat, and he was not angry because of Witt's aggressiveness.

But Witt suddenly said, "Don't teach me."

He didn't yell, but his tone was terrible.

Dak's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

...

The communication between the two sides ended here.

Dark didn't argue with him anymore, and Witt finally lost the chance to speak again.

But the atmosphere between the two was like a sword intertwined, with no room for turning back.

The battle was about to start!

"Both players take their positions!"

Senior Judy's voice rose.

Dark and Witt both took out their decks from the card packs at the same time, and then slowly put them into the card slots.

After that, the cards on the table were automatically shuffled.

The words "preparation phase" appeared in the sky.

The atmosphere was getting more and more tense.

Everyone realized that this duel had entered the final countdown to the opening.

The referee who decided this time had a solemn look.

The two commentators who were originally responsible for the "Silver Cup" came on stage to comment.

Prepare to explain this "Gold Cup" points competition with extra significance.

The red player on the stage.

The blue player on the stage.

Witt and Dark faced each other from a distance, looking straight at each other, and their fingers touched the top of the shuffled deck.

"Beep--"

At that moment, the referee's whistle pierced the night sky.

The moon and stars in the night sky became brighter at that moment.

"Preparation phase" [30s]

Both players, at the moment when the "30s" countdown appeared, drew cards at the same time!

"One, two, three, four, five..."

After receiving five cards, both players handed the cards to their left hands and spread them out like a peacock.

From then on, their movements and steps were almost exactly the same.

But in a flash of their eyes, the two of them embarked on completely different paths.

Dark did not look at Witt's expression again, and immediately looked at the five cards in his hand with full concentration.

The "Elysium" deck he temporarily assembled was not perfect, and there were major flaws in both the single card and the system.

But he still assembled it and brought it to this duel.

In this case, he would use this deck as a basis to fight with Witt Godd with all his strength.

The purpose of the experiment was twofold.

One is to test the deck.

The other is to test Witt.

Dak's mind quickly calmed down and he no longer thought about these things outside the field.

In any case, Witt Gold was an opponent worth defeating at this time, which was a pleasant surprise.

His eyes swept through the cards in his hand and took in all five cards.