Above the High-Voltage Power Station, icy winds howled and surged downward.
With Jinzo's utterly humiliated, hysterical cry of "I surrender," the blue-violet electromagnetic barrier enclosing them finally cracked sharply and shattered like glass.
Amid the dark motes scattering across the sky, Jinzo's hovering body began flickering violently.
His once-solid Bio-Exoskeleton had turned as insubstantial as rippling water. Sparks crackled wildly inside the thick exposed conduits, while his metal joints made teeth-grating, dry scraping noises, as though they had run out of oil.
Whether this was backlash against his core Soul Power from losing the Shadow Game, or simply his electronic chips overheating from sheer fury at that [Yata-Garasu] with its two hundred attack points, was unclear.
On the sidelines, Jaden let out a long breath.
"Thank goodness... he won! The way Yūki plays might... might give me goose bumps every time I watch, but he really does come through!"
Beside him, Hayato Maeda's legs were trembling, and even the hand he used to wipe away his cold sweat shook.
"Goose bumps don't even begin to cover it... If that bird pecked me for eighteen turns straight, I'd find a block of tofu and bash my head against it right then! Who could take that?!"
Only Syrus Truesdale, standing in the shadows, kept both hands jammed deep in his trouser pockets, his nails digging into his palms.
His gloomy eyes remained fixed on Yūki as he put away his Duel Disk. His lips pressed tightly together, and he said nothing.
In the center of the field, the red light in Jinzo's eyes flickered erratically.
He looked down at his almost transparent arms and gritted his teeth, but he was decisive enough.
"Hmph! Human brat, I'll admit you showed some skill today!"
Forcing himself to maintain the ferocious bearing of a Superior