When the gap in strength between two people was too great, all so-called schemes were futile.
Though Dark himself did not see it that way.
At that moment, however, he truly was like a towering mountain that could scarcely be toppled. Ordinary magisters could no longer hope to match him.
He had always been gentle.
He still allowed his opponents to retain the hope that they might defeat him.
"Thank you for going easy on me."
Dark leaped down from Blue-Eyes White Dragon's back, ignored DemiDevimon's chattering complaints transmitted through their Soul Bond, and offered Charles the customary post-match greeting.
"We can see that contestant Dark has secured a clean and decisive victory in his opening match."
"Not bad, but for us longtime viewers, this really isn't anything worth bragging about."
"I can't take it anymore. I'm going to send him a few bouquets of flowers."
"Wait until the break and we'll go together. I've wanted to buy a Blue-Eyes White Dragon for ages."
"That'll have to wait until the merchandise unlocks. If I remember correctly, you need one hundred thousand fan points to unlock the merchandise, right?"
"One bouquet is worth one hundred fan points. We only need one thousand bouquets to unlock the merchandise, so it shouldn't take long... Wait, someone sent a Dragon! This is the first virtual gift Dragon sent since the qualifiers began! Let us thank this audience member for their support of contestant Dark Dimon and this World Cup!"
At Arena Thirteen, the two commentators played off one another, stirring up a wave of excitement. At the same time, a dragon-shaped banner drifted across the top of every projection screen.
Written on the banner was a blessing from "Mysterious Audience Member" to contestant Dark Dimon: You are light, you are lightning, you are our