"The match is decided!"
The Pompadour Commentator stood stunned for quite a while before finally finding his voice.
"The winner is Fujiki Kira of the Dueling Should Be Fun Team!"
"Officer Kira has continued his miracle of taking down three opponents alone! Entering the WRGP Team Match by himself, he has actually fought his way this far! Could officer Kira truly accomplish the incredible feat of winning the team championship solo?
That would undoubtedly be a miracle recorded in history—unprecedented, and quite possibly never to be repeated. It would be remembered forever in Duel History."
The Pompadour Commentator was practically spraying spit in his excitement, clearly shaken to the core. If even the commentator was like this, the audience needed no mention—they had already exploded into uproar.
Yes, this was not Kira's first time defeating three opponents in a row. But compared to the teams he had faced before, this opponent was on an entirely different level.
This was Team Ragnarok!
Kings from Northern Europe, wielders of the legendary Aesir. The Three Polar Gods of the Astral Realm were legendary-grade Monsters renowned throughout the Dueling World, and countless fans—even experts—had predicted that these three from Team Ragnarok would be the champions of this WRGP.
Yet forget about becoming champions. During the preliminaries, the three of them had actually suffered such a humiliating defeat at Kira's hands. All three gods had appeared, and all three duelists had given their all, yet they could not do anything against a single opponent.
No, it could even be said that they had been utterly toyed with by this one opponent.
The audience had exploded, and the duelists involved had exploded even harder.
Harald's D-Wheel came to a forced stop. Still seated on it, he stared fixedly down at his hand and Deck, his eyes