"P-Pure Whiteboard?!"
Gong, the younger brother, felt a mouthful of old blood surge straight to the top of his skull. Veins instantly bulged on both bald heads like tangled earthworms!
The Paradox Brothers had dominated the underground dueling world and professional circuit for years. Even when they had lost to the King of Games, Yugi Muto, he had respectfully praised their "masterfully crafted labyrinth tactics and unfathomable Three Sacred Beasts Fusion."
When had they ever suffered such humiliation?!
"Insolence! You arrogant, ignorant brat!!"
Mei, the elder brother, shook with rage, every muscle trembling, along with the finger he pointed at Yūki.
"Do you even understand ultimate power?! Three thousand seven hundred and fifty attack points! A wall no mortal could overcome in an entire lifetime!"
"Before such absolute destructive power, any flashy little tricks are nothing but worthless trash! You dare defile the supreme divine figure we brothers poured our lives into creating?!"
"Brother, stop wasting words on this sharp-tongued brat!"
Gong swung his arm fiercely, his face twisted as he roared with murderous fury.
"He's just running his mouth before he dies! I'll use Gate Guardian's giant fists to blast his Duel Disk and his arrogance into dust!!"
The Paradox Brothers seethed, about to deliver a Battle Phase Declaration that would shake the entire hall.
However.
Yūki never gave them the chance to finish their impassioned speech.
"That attack really is pretty scary. A whole three thousand seven hundred and fifty."
An innocent smile curved Yūki's lips. He even yawned leisurely as his slender fingers tapped lightly on his Duel Disk's back row.
"But unfortunately, this big guy doesn't seem to have bought a ticket."
Snap!
A face-down card in the Duel Disk's back row flipped up with a bang!
"**Activate my face-down card! Normal Trap Card, [Bottomless Trap