On the Dueling Field, even the biting wind was halted by the pressure of that vast, holy magic.
[Silent Magician LV8] floated quietly before Yūki, her exquisite robes gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight. The sapphire atop her long silver-white staff resembled a miniature star as she gazed coldly down at the steel dragon on the ground.
Thirty-five hundred ATK.
And those were permanent stats printed right on the card, not something that would fade at the end of the turn!
"B-Boss..."
At Chazz Princeton's feet, Ojama Yellow, whom only he could see, was so frightened that he clutched his head and curled into a yellow ball of flesh, his two stubby legs shaking like leaves.
"Thirty-five hundred! She's even scarier than the level ten big guy! Our Armed Dragon LV5 looks like a featherless chick in front of her! How are we supposed to fight that? Why don't we pretend we suddenly got a stomachache and passed out? At least you could save a little face, boss!"
"Shut up! You worthless piece of trash who can't do anything but eat and run away!!"
Chazz roared inwardly, his back teeth grinding audibly.
Pretend to faint?
What kind of sick joke was that?!
The last time he had lost to Bastion Misawa at the Central Dueling Hall and been publicly demoted to Ra Yellow, he had already experienced the mortification of being carried away on a stretcher like a sack!
Today, the Chazz Princeton Group had spent a full three hundred million yen to secure exclusive nationwide satellite coverage!
If he went down again in front of millions of viewers across Japan, tomorrow morning's financial headlines would read, "Chazz Princeton Foundation's third son suspected of rare brain disorder; immediate emergency hospitalization recommended"!
He absolutely couldn't back down!
Not a single step!!
Chazz