The fingers gripping his sword and shield tightened further. At that moment, all he wanted was to concede, but no matter what, he could not force the words from his mouth.
"What's going on?"
After summoning all the Blue-Eyes White Dragons, Dark finally felt satisfied.
As he lamented the lack of just one High Fusion card, he looked toward Matthew Haggard.
This time, he finally noticed that something was wrong with Matthew Haggard. "What did I do to make him turn out like this?"
Dark truly did not understand.
Nor could he have imagined that the mind of Matthew Haggard, the Eternal Knight, would be so fragile.
And that was probably the main reason he could not become the Saint Son. Compared with Evan Pearson, who could endure repeated blows from defeat and continue to grow and evolve, he was indeed far inferior.
But Dark would not think of such things.
Nor could he have known that Matthew Haggard had already been left with psychological trauma during last week's duel.
Matthew Haggard's abnormal reaction made him hesitate slightly. He had originally intended to end the match right there, sending him off with the white beams fired by the four Blue-Eyes White Dragons.
But now, he could not help worrying that if he went too hard, he might inflict some irreparable harm on him.
After all, this was a duel stage watched by the entire nation.
If he accidentally broke one of Holy Rite Academy's Twelve Knights of the Round Table, Dark would be in quite a difficult position as well.
But Matthew Haggard was standing there without conceding. Dark could hardly concede himself, could he?
"Think, think."
Dark's gaze drifted over the cards in his hand for a while. Then, it settled on the Magitech Card—DemiDevimon.
"Fine then. In the