Tetsuhiro's clone followed the two of them to an open stretch by the sea.
With his strength, they would not have noticed him even if he appeared right beside them.
But sneaking around like that was beneath him, so he simply walked up to them in plain sight.
"It's you?!"
"Teacher... Li."
Seeing that the newcomer was Li Tetsuhiro, both of them paled and froze, at a loss.
"Don't mind me. Carry on with whatever you were doing."
"Go on." Tetsuhiro's clone made another wooden throne and settled leisurely onto it. "I just want to see which of you can win."
After hearing what Tetsuhiro said and looking at his relaxed posture, they decided he really did not seem intent on interfering.
The two steeled themselves, immediately unfolded their Duel Disks, and began their duel!
To Tetsuhiro's clone, this was nothing but two scrubs pecking at each other.
Bakura had absolutely no presence as the final boss. He never beat anyone at cards, and Tristan Taylor even took him down single-handedly in a real fight.
Who was Tristan Taylor? Just some punk. He was hopeless in gym class, yet Bakura actually lost to him. His close-quarters combat was so terrible that he got taken out in one move. Bakura really had no shame.
Then there was Marik. He had been tortured with tattoos since childhood and could not bear his clan's harsh rules. After seeing Rishid being tattooed right in front of him, the psychological shock made him retreat from reality. Evil thoughts from the Scepter invaded his mind, giving birth to an evil personality.
He actually killed his own father. And despite his miserable life, Shadi still used him as a stepping stone on the king's path to growth.
His only purpose was to draw hatred and pull ridiculous