"Just as expected of Dark!"
Teddy Dulong did not know how many times he had sighed already.
Diana silently cheered for Dark in her heart as well.
The melee qualifiers had continued until now. Though the situation had grown increasingly intense, the leaders had already become clear.
Winnie Skadi—the descendant of the Sage of Winter—held first place.
Stuart Faun, a third-year Noble House student and the son of a baron of merit, ranked second.
Tom Nixon, a third-year Fool House student and a mixed-blood born in the slums, ranked third.
After that came the scramble among the dozen or twenty remaining contestants.
Dark Dimon was currently in sixth place and could be overtaken by those behind him at any moment.
The point advantage he had built by bullying the little ones early on was rapidly being caught up.
"With only ten minutes left, it looks like I can't clear this using Devimon alone."
Dark's focus gradually sharpened.
His fingers moved through the Card Case before he ultimately gave up on "Gatomon" and prepared to let "Leomon" see some action.
Leomon, which had never been on a battlefield before, badly needed some experience.
Besides, he could more or less sense that Devimon was about to reach its limit...
Quite a few third-year upperclassmen were already looking at Devimon with open impatience.
The "Devimon" that came and went like a ghost, slithering around the dueling arena like a loach and constantly slaughtering the little ones, had long accumulated countless grudges.
It was time to switch to another Magic Spirit and let big brother Leomon, overflowing with justice, cleanse the upperclassmen's eyes.
Dark silently began summoning "Popplio" and "Hawlucha," preparing to offer them as sacrifices.
Perhaps because he had made no moves for nearly twenty minutes since the match began, the area around