[Congratulations to Knife Hidden in Shit for winning this match in the Combat Arena and earning five victory points. Current victory points: nine.]
The Heavenly Dao Proclamation rang out, bringing the duel between Heavenly Prides to an abrupt close. Its opening had been spectacular, its course blood-pumping, but its ending utterly baffling. Most of the spectators in the VIP seats had their own guesses about Melon's true cause of death.
Judging solely by the images displayed in the Magic Duel Arena, they thought Melon's head had most likely exploded so inexplicably because Knife Hidden in Shit had employed some extremely high-order method of "Soul Control," or perhaps a Magic Treasure capable of disturbing the mind and briefly altering an opponent's perception...
After all, no spirit beast of normal intelligence would suspend spiritual energy above its head for no reason, accumulate a lethally multiplied spiritual energy sphere, and then use Spirit Drawing to pour it all into its body at once, ultimately blowing its own head apart.
They could all tell that after Melon and Shit Knife had simultaneously reverted to their spirit beast forms, they seemed to have engaged in another contest outside the duel itself. They appeared to be competing over... who could pour more spiritual energy into their body at once. The contest had come out of nowhere, but Knife Hidden in Shit had clearly set the pace, because he seemed to have been yammering away the whole time, while Melon's posture had plainly shown him listening attentively... before finally choosing to call the bet.
But to the VIP spectators, their behavior was just too fucking childish. It was like two peerless swordsmen on the summit of Mount Hua, having exchanged over a thousand moves and about to determine who truly deserved to be called the