He had signed up for the qualifiers mainly to improve himself. Failure was the mother of success, and he had already prepared himself mentally to fail many times.
—But I can't keep failing forever!
Milne gritted his teeth and swore that he would grow stronger and win.
Although a great many people watched this duel through the projection screens, it caused little stir within the competition grounds. After smoothly securing this precious victory point, Dark immediately began looking around and "eagerly" ran toward the duel area with the largest audience.
But Sophia promptly called out to him and showered his performance in the duel with praise.
He stood where he was, leaning back slightly, unable to hide the smile brought on by her compliments.
"It was alright. Nothing special."
His utterly unsteady behavior immediately caught someone's attention. A duelist who had been resting on a nearby bench and another duelist mingling among the spectators both noticed him.
They even walked toward him at the same time.
Dark had spotted them long ago. After glancing from side to side, he took the initiative to approach the duelist mingling among the spectators.
—Because he looked weaker.
The essence of the qualifier points matches was "gradual progression." Unless one possessed the absolute strength to crush the entire division, Dark did not think he had reached that point yet.
In any case, he needed to keep working hard and climbing the ranks.
The duelist who had been mingling among the spectators was, quite literally, broad and fat.
When he reached Dark, he smiled and struck up a conversation. He then lavishly praised the duel between Dark and Milne before taking the chance to propose a duel and ask for guidance, all in one smooth sequence.
It was practically a Mimic of someone challenging another