Alva said magnanimously, "If you mean Miss Pigg, then indeed, that was an unforgettable night."
Although Professor Lily's expression remained unchanged, she was completely falling apart inside.
This Umbreon's bottom line was outrageously low—low enough to make even a Pixie feel ashamed of herself!
But strength came first in a duel. So what if you were thicker-skinned? Could you beat her in a duel?
The moonlight gradually intensified, and the "spotlight" spread across the entire dueling grounds. Dust seemed to drift through the air, refracting the moonlight until it gathered into rippling streams, dreamlike and illusory.
"Hee."
With a giggle, the Pixie suddenly took a step back and vanished into the moonlight without a trace.
From then on, the Pixie was nowhere to be seen on the dueling grounds. The entire duel had completely become Umbreon Alva's one-man show. But honestly, it was quite entertaining to watch—
Had Alva been born on modern-day Earth, he would definitely have been a genius of the livestreaming world and an emperor among entertainers.
He actually put on a stage play by himself atop the dueling platform. Though that opera had been entirely improvised on the spot.
As the saying went, "Magic Spirits could be seen, but not their master."
Though the Pixie herself had vanished from sight, her summons did not cease.
From every corner of the dueling field, summoning light continually emerged alongside the Pixie's laughter. One Magic Spirit after another appeared from within, launching wave after wave of attacks at Alva.
Alva was like a true "magician beneath the moonlight," constantly employing all sorts of flashy techniques—darting aside, toying with his opponents, sometimes meeting them head-on—to dissolve one offensive wave after another.
And throughout the duel, he maintained his elegance at all times... or perhaps elegance had already become instinct, requiring