"I lost?"
Vetrix, beaten into submission by a single combo, dropped to his knees with both hands braced against the ground, disbelief written all over his face. His posture and trembling voice made it look like he was about to launch into that classic three-step routine: cry, kneel, repent. In the neighboring Detective Conan setting, it would usually be some unlucky culprit after a detective's relentless deduction. Here, it was more often someone whose defenses had been shattered after being tortured by a card game.
Vetrix was probably in exactly that state right now. Kira had once again proven through superb skill and strength that Vetrix's claims of being "without emotions" and "incapable of anger" were complete nonsense. If Vetrix thought he had lost the ability to feel anger after returning from another world, that only meant one thing—the intensity hadn't been high enough.
Otherwise, just look at this. Someone named You stepped in, and the treatment worked immediately. In just one duel, he recovered the patient's lost anger, and even after the procedure, the patient was still kneeling on the ground in a sustained rage. The response looked excellent.
Vetrix truly felt like shit right now.
Honestly, he had endured those Timelords that ignored damage and were as tough as lumps of crap. He had endured being bounced back to the hand over and over. Even so, Vetrix had done his best to fight back, constantly summoning his ace monsters and trying to break through the opponent's line.
But what the hell was this Raidjin!?
This was intolerable. He really could not take it anymore.
When the opponent summoned a monster, this lump of nonsense could jump straight from the hand onto the opponent's Field, then declare, "Its controller cannot Xyz Summon."
No, how many days had the concept