An exceptional direct promotion? I wasn't going to get carried away with myself like Bastion!

The entire venue fell deathly silent.

Even with the dazzling virtual words "YOU WIN" rising from the Duel Disk, one could still have heard a pin drop inside the Central Dueling Hall.

Thousands of eyes stared blankly at the center of the field.

The light screen faded. Pure White Magician elegantly put away her Mithril Staff on Yūki's field, dissolving slowly into specks of holy starlight.

At the other end of the Dueling Arena, the two "legendary Professional Duelists" who had once lasted dozens of turns against the King of Games, Yugi Muto, now lay sprawled beside the edge of the crater.

Their bald heads gleamed as they lay facing the ceiling, foaming at the mouth, their limbs twitching now and then.

"M-medics! Someone get the medics!!"

The head referee at the Judges' Stand finally recovered from his extreme shock. Scrambling for the microphone at the Judges' Stand, he shouted until his voice cracked.

"Stretcher number three! Bring the spare emergency oxygen cylinders too! Hurry!!"

A flurry of hurried footsteps instantly shattered the silence.

Several staff members from the Academy Medical Department rushed onto the stage in white coats, carrying two stretchers. They deftly fitted oxygen masks over the Paradox Brothers' faces, then scrambled to lift the two limp hulks onto the stretchers.

As they passed Yūki, the young doctor carrying a stretcher even instinctively took three steps out of his way, looking at him as though he were a monster who could crush a solid monster with his bare hands.

"Gulp..."

Someone swallowed, the sound especially clear in the hall with its speakers still on.

Then the Obelisk Blue section of the upper-year spectator stands erupted in irrepressible cries and commotion!

"Two matches in a row... and he won both by an absolute landslide?!"

"In the first match, he