The arena, and Evan Pearson's will, had both been cleaved apart.
"Waaah—"
"Battle over!"
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"Winner: Victor Gaude!" the referee suddenly announced.
The entire venue erupted into cheers!
No matter what race or attribute of Magic Spirits the Son of the Hero had used in this duel, the one he had ultimately relied upon to secure victory was still the Holy Sword.
That colossal sword of light, seemingly piercing the heavens, was forever etched into the minds of the spectators.
The victory in this duel belonged to the Son of the Hero! As for the Saint Son—
Though he had also performed brilliantly in this duel, his hesitation and oversight at the crucial moment, along with his insufficient desire to win, had caused him to lose a victory that had been within his grasp.
Perhaps if future generations searched through the records and studied this pivotal duel, they would give him a fairer assessment.
But for now, having taken the field first as team captain, he was the loser who had dropped a crucial point.
In the end, he had become a foil, a foundation upon which the Son of the Hero built his confidence.
As for himself, he fell into confusion after losing this duel. There was a saying: the more confident you were before a match, the more lost you became afterward. How much Evan Pearson would change after this duel remained unknown.
But he definitely would not recover anytime soon. Still, the victor advanced, while the defeated left the stage.
After being reborn from the "graveyard," Evan Pearson eventually returned to Holy Rite Academy's Duelist Platform.
As he stepped onto the Duelist Platform, he instinctively turned to look toward the Royal Capital Duel Branch's spectator section. His eyes held unconcealable dejection and confusion. He needed guidance.
Meanwhile,