Jim knelt on one knee, struggling slightly as he raised his head.
The Stereoscopic Projection System on the Duel Arena had just shut down, and the lingering images had yet to fully fade. Black smoke slowly rose from the Field. Through the curtain of smoke, he could barely make out the King's upright silhouette, but not his exact appearance. All it did was make him seem so distant, and so towering.
So strong.
That was the instinctive reaction that surfaced in Jim's heart.
Of course, it was not just that he was strong.
He was also infuriating.
Jim did not know whether it was a coincidence, but everything his opponent had pulled out today—Valley of Eternal Slumber, Macro Cosmos—was the kind of hellish stuff that hammered relentlessly at his weaknesses. It would not have been an exaggeration to call this the worst possible opponent for Jim.
But on second thought, today was Jim's first time meeting the King. Jim might have had some fame at his own branch school, but that was limited to his little corner of the world. It was not as though he was some internationally renowned duelist.
Although he did not think his strength was inferior to some famous Professional Duelists, in terms of reputation, he did not think he was qualified to attract the attention of an expert on the level of the Duel King.
Thus, the thought that he had been deliberately Targeted by his opponent flashed through his mind only briefly before Jim swiftly dismissed it.
This was the supreme King. He was merely teaching a student from another school a lesson. Was there any need for him to investigate someone's background beforehand, dig up information, and devise a targeted strategy?
How could the King possibly be that underhanded?
A coincidence. It had