"I never thought soone could corner and force to reveal my trump card."
Her snicker and dismissive chuckle confird his fears.
"I congratulate you for your efforts. But this duel ends now."
She discarded her entire hand in a confusing display of assurance and... joy?
"With my entire hand as a sacrifice, I activate the Netherworld's Ti Judge's effect."
Ti slowed to a crawl on the mountainous field. The Dullahan's obsidian sword, hanging a centiter above the dragon's head, ready to separate it from its body, froze.
"The Ti Judge holds authority over present, past, and future as long as the targeted creature is of the sa tier or lower."
Her eyes sparkled a perverse satisfaction that chilled his soul, reflecting her ugly character.
"Show your struggles! Show the brilliant shine of bravery sparkling in your eyes! And show how despair will fill them when your world crumbles! Hahaha! Make a turn pass for the Netherworld's elental dragon!"
Before her shocking declaration could register, the dragon's size increased again, reaching thirty ters. Its teeth, as long as blades, glinted as mana swirled with every breath it took. Wings blotting the sun engulfed his frozen creatures in shadows as a majestic yet soul-chilling roar rocked the sky.
Then, its attack value shifted, increasing to mirror the monstrosity standing on the field.
ATK 3100->4300
'Tier five! She is really cheating!'
SHATTER
As his pupils constricted, splinters flew from the balcony.
"EDGAR!"
Shepard's roar engulfed the arena, pressuring every spectator to the ground as smoke draped his body in a swirling blanket.
"So what? Who asked your disciple to corner her?"
Mia's ntor's snicker made him tremble in outrage.
If only the rules didn't forbid them from fighting, he would have shown him the cost of lying in his face. As he thought, the six other arcanists instantly ford a wall before him, gripping their intricate staves and their spells ready.
"Calm down, Shepard!"
Elisabeth's voice echoed authority and grandeur as her icy eyes landed on his trembling fists, then wrathful face.
"As witnesses, we'll apply a penalty on Edgar's bet. If your disciple loses, you'll keep your item. If he wins, he'll give you two more for cheating. Additionally, he'll be banned from sitting around the sa table as any of us for five years."
She nodded at him, her words and deanor showing how seriously she took the transgression.
"But my disciple will still lose the competition! How is it fair to him?!"
He roared his indignation, eyes trembling.
"That... We can't do anything about it."
She shook her head, stepped to him, and placed her slender hand on his shoulder. Then, her icy gaze landed on Edgar's relaxed figure.
"In next year's tournant. Edgar Voldaren will have to follow every bid on any of his disciples. You'll forward a list prior. If you refuse, we'll cut any relation with you, amicable or comrcial."
He noticed how the cheater paled. That's how it worked among them. They couldn't fight, true. Instead, they eroded each other's possessions and future. The worst part? When Elisabeth pronounced the sentence, no one would revoke or discuss it.
Despite the harsh conditions, rage still blazed in his eyes. This pompous fool thought he could take an alchemist lightly because of their peaceful and introverted reputation?
"No alchemist will sell you or anyone coming from your academy any potion for ten years," he declared, his word's weight a crushing blow to any dean.
Even if they advised younger students not to rely on them in the early stages, they were encouraged to consu one each year after reaching the second tier.
As his words lingered, he peered at his struggling to keep his balance disciple below.
Yet, a roar accompanied by loud huffing caused his pupils to constrict.
"Dismiss your mana, Shepard! I'll win!"
Then, he noticed the defiant fire engulfing Adam's eyes in an uncontrollable inferno.
Even the cleaver felt it, trembling on the island for a second.
Without waiting for Shepard to comply, he roared again.
"Since you used an effect during my monster's attack, I can freely cancel it." Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire
The dullahan's great sword vanished in a puff of smoke, making his empty hand slash at empty air before the dark stallion's hooves shattered the ground in its mad escape.
"Ant chimaera, attack!"
The rising students and the arcanist gazed at the monster charging towards certain doom under its summoner's questionable command, eyes wide in confusion. Did he lose his mind after understanding he couldn't beat the tier-five creature? This question hung on everyone's lips.
Despite its death a second later, Adam's wrathful voice echoed, unbothered and confident.
"I use a boosting spell on the banshee queen."
With a forceful wave of his hand, violet serpents cracked around the ghost in a terrifying show of lightning and thunder strikes.
"Her effect is improved under the spell! She can now bring back a monster from any graveyard! Resurrect the Netherworld's snake."
"Why?"
Mia and the public tilted their heads in unison. What could that weak monster do? Its only value lies in its effect to retrieve a card from its user's deck. And after six days, they were confident they had seen them all.
"What are you doing, big brother?"
Julius clasped his hand in a silent prayer while Arun's eyes trembled. Nova bit on her lips, drawing blood at the duel's unfairness, and even Asha's nails dug into her palms. The teacher paced behind their seats, and Zenobia's eyes seethed with anger at the blaspher who dared to cheat in her favorite ga.
No one wanted him to lose, not after reaching the qualification's last day.
Then, Adam did the unthinkable again before their enlarging eyes.
"Attack the dragon!"
The snake's fangs glinted with purple venom as its jaws opened wide to bite the dragon. Yet, a bigger maw engulfed it in a second, shattering the ground below.
"Snake's effect: I can choose any card from my deck and add it to my hand."
His hand blurred and gripped his card. He swiped them in the blink of an eye, finding the cursed bastard at the bottom.
"You are really doing your best to avoid . But you'll work for by your own will or constraint!"
A tense silence descended as he gazed at the card, the sa smirk he had when about to obliterate soone marked as an enemy twisting his lips.
His hand soared above the desk, drawing everyone's eyes and building an uneasy sense of anticipation in their hamring hearts.
He gritted his teeth, mories he loved and hated resurfacing in his mind like a violent torrent.
"If I have a chimaera monster on the field, or if on died during this turn, I can ignore any conditions to sacrifice it."
His voice resounded, chilling and heralding chaos and destruction.
Defiance fueling him, he slamd the card above the chimaera.
"It allows to summon the mad scientist, the most accursed bastard that ever stepped foot on the lands."
Everyone's eyes enlarged. Where was all this coming from? He still had a monster they hadn't seen? One even stronger than the Dullahan?
No way! His friends and teachers scrutinised his duels. So students even took notes, counted his cards and classified his monsters.
Before they could realise they only counted nineteen, he answered.
"I summon Ignatius, the devourer!"
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