"Tch."
Astamon slowly lowered its raised right leg and let out a slightly disappointed sound, releasing the finger that had been on the trigger.
In its imagination, Tim Doris should have erupted with power at the brink of death. Then it would have rushed forward and used the darkness accumulated by Going My Way to kick him into the sky like fireworks.
But that climactic scene, like something out of a movie or television drama, never appeared. The duel simply ended, cleanly and decisively.
It turned its head toward the "Graveyard" area and found that its opponent, reborn from the "Graveyard," had not shown much change in expression.
It seemed that this defeat had not dealt any particular blow to his state of mind.
Astamon tilted its head, feeling that people truly were different from one another.
Tim Doris would very likely grow into a formidable enemy in the future.
However.
It was still stronger!
At that thought, Astamon could not help but reveal a proud smile. "You did very well."
Then its master's praise echoed through its mind, making it feel even more delighted.
This duel had ended extraordinarily quickly, even unexpectedly so.
Tim Doris was absolutely not an opponent who could be defeated so easily.
Dark had even prepared himself mentally to fight his trump card—the Naga Siren.
However, Astamon's Dark Dagger had landed the most crucial strike at the most critical moment, instantly killing the Siren Messenger on the spot and forcibly kicking the Naga Siren, which was about to be summoned, right back where it came from.
This directly cut off Tim Doris's entire setup, leaving no possibility for what came after.
But upon careful review, one would find that part of the victory in this duel had also come from a tactical miscalculation.
As Dark