In an instant, the airflow winding around the blade swept outward like sword aura.
There was nothing particularly flashy about it.
The red-and-blue light prison binding it, the rapidly fired Photosynthetic Cannon, and the ranged Ultimate Moves of the other two Magic Spirits—
All of them were shredded and destroyed by that utterly unremarkable strike.
The "sword aura" that swept out like wind blades effortlessly tore through the defenses of all five Magic Spirits.
Their bodies transformed into starlight-like motes of magic at the same moment, slowly rising like fireflies in the night.
[Points +5]
The scene unfolding in the corner of the field did not draw much attention.
But Dark Dimon's ranking had genuinely risen to third place!
Having raked in nine points shortly after the match began, Devimon did not even glance at Ruse and the others below, their faces frozen in shock. With a single beat of its wings, it charged toward its next Magic Spirit!
That strike in its Swords Dance state had not only pierced through five Magic Spirits, but had also stirred its bloodlust.
Its demonic nature, long suppressed, was gradually being awakened.
It stuck out its tongue and licked its lips, its eyes suffused with a deep crimson.
Free City.
Duel Branch.
Private Room No. 1.
Lady Montilfali observed Dark Dimon through Principal Arte's magic.
Though slightly shocked, her brows gradually furrowed.
"Arte, what is going on with that Demon Species?"
"That is Dark Dimon's Familiar."
Principal Arte answered lightly.
But Lady Montilfali's doubts did not fade. "A Magic Spirit Card obtained by sealing a Familiar with the 'Curse Cage'? And how did it undergo that change in form?"
Principal Arte said, "As you guessed, it is the 'Curse Cage.' As for its change in form, that is Dimon's personal research."
"Personal