"Yūki, be careful! His monster's ATK is too high. Don't blindly rush in on the first turn..."
Before Asuka could finish, Jaden Yuki had already folded his arms beside her, completely unaffected by Syrus and Hayato's panic.
Jaden even broke into a broad grin. The crimson beast was reflected in his clear eyes, which brimmed with pure trust and excitement:
"Relax, Asuka! Sure, that big ape over there looks pretty impressive, but that's Yūki standing there!"
Jaden turned toward Yūki, gave him a thumbs-up, and called out brightly:
"I know firsthand just how powerful Yūki's Deck is! Right, Yūki? Enjoy this Duel!"
At Jaden's energetic shout, the Hooded Man's eyebrows twitched sharply twice beneath his hood.
Something was wrong.
Why had the plot gone off course again?
In the Hooded Man's imagination, the moment this "absolute overlord with 2000 ATK," towering above the vast majority of low-level monsters, descended onto the field, the black-haired brat opposite him should have turned ashen, his legs trembling!
But the reality was this.
That boy named Yūki simply stood there with his hands in his pockets, barely even raising his eyelids. He looked at Mad Dog of Darkness as casually as if he were picking out a cabbage that cost two yuan a pound at the market.
That look... he wasn't looking at a formidable enemy at all, but at some small fry he could crush with a flick of his hand!
Humiliation!
Utter, unparalleled humiliation!
"You posturing brat! How dare you put on that sickeningly arrogant face before my Fierce Beast!"
The Hooded Man roared through gritted teeth, whipping his arm out as he pulled a second card from his hand, its surface glowing with a cold, eerie light.
"Since you have a death wish, I'll crush that pathetic facade of yours completely!