Inside Phantom Canyon.
A small, empty island lay in perfect stillness. There wasn't even a trace of wind or waves.
But that calm, clear-weather peace was shattered by the arrival of two figures.
[Welcome to Phantom Canyon.] [Generally speaking, simulated duels are not life-threatening.] [Terrain: small island (approximately 50 meters in diameter); pain: one-quarter of normal.] [If you declare surrender or become completely unconscious and cannot recover while in Phantom Canyon, you will be transported out of Phantom Canyon.] [The duelists' starting distance is 20 meters.] [The duel will officially begin in 30 seconds. Please prepare.]
"Not bad. They made the description more precise."
Dekan praised the changes as he read the notice.
For example, compared to the entrance exam, the second line now included the words "generally speaking."
Without the slightest hurry, Dekan put on the [Crown of Thorns] (triple pain, locked health).
He also donned a strange piece of armor-like gear that covered his entire body.
He didn't rush to summon the [Ruined Poet].
After all, Flata was a ranged fighter. If the Ruined Poet stood on the field, Flata could easily kill him with magic.
In the distance, Dekan saw Flata take out a fifth-tier staff during the preparation phase and equip several low-tier utility accessories.
Flata met Dekan's gaze and curled his lips into a sinister smile.
"Just wait. I'll counter you so thoroughly you won't be able to move. Think of it as a lesson."
Flata sneered.
Then three cards shimmering with crystalline purple light appeared in his hand, and he summoned three fifth-tier creatures!
Three imposing suits of Undead War Armor stood beside Flata.
The black heavy armor they wore radiated a bone-chilling cold, and their greatswords crashed against the ground with a deafening boom.
If not for their flame-like, ghostly blue