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Their decks may not be ideal for actual gameplay, but within the rules, they are incredibly difficult to deal with.
Whether Franklin Doron can defeat them is indeed a question mark.
This "post-match analysis" was very complex, and Joe Williams often needed to think for a while before continuing.
The audience only began to leave after the "post-match analysis" ended.
Lunch break time has arrived, and both athletes and spectators need to have lunch.
Of course, the venues where the audience is located also offer a variety of entertainment products.
At St. Marian Academy, a small number of students went to Travelers' Street to treat themselves, while the majority went to the cafeteria.
The remaining four contestants from the Noble Academy went to the clubroom of the Noble History Research Club.
There, the club members had prepared a sumptuous lunch.
They need to have a brief discussion in this unobtrusive environment about how to proceed.
Edwin Clarissa is beyond saving.
But he could try to save Snake Harriman, a fourth-grader, and Elsie Kevin, a third-grader.
As a fifth-year student, his abilities naturally surpass those of Snake and Erwin.
Detailed guidance can improve their chances of winning.
And as they delved deeper into the discussion, it was time for the one-dollar session. The lunch break wasn't long; the afternoon session would begin at exactly 1 p.m.
He needs at least half an hour of rest to regain his energy.
The senior students gradually stopped their discussion around 12:15 and began to rest.
12:45.
The group of four left the clubroom of the Noble History Research Society and returned to the lounge in the open-air duel arena.
But when Edwin Clarissa, who was walking at the front, pushed open the front door of the Noble House's lounge, he suddenly paused for a moment. Then he quickly recovered, walked in very naturally, and smiled, "Good afternoon, senior."
The person he addressed as "senior" was naturally Franklin Doron. Clearly, after several hours of self-adjustment, Franklin Doron had recovered.
Although no one knows what he is thinking, he has at least outwardly regained his composure.
Edwin was still counting on him to beat Sandra Wesley and Debra Nellie, so he naturally wouldn't delve too deeply into it.
When Franklin Doron saw them, he waved gently and greeted them, "You've finally arrived."
Edwin laughed and said, "Senior Doron, how long have you been waiting?" Franklin Doron replied, "I arrived after lunch." Edwin thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "About Debra Nellie and Sandra Wesley..."
Franklin Doron interrupted, "I saw their entire duel. Sandra Wesley of the Fools' House is very troublesome; she's hiding something. Debra Nellie of the Magic House, on the other hand, is easier to deal with. I'll try my best to win."
Edwin's face immediately lit up with a smile: "The Magic Academy would be even better." The Magic Academy was the biggest competitor of the Noble Academy.
The Fools' House is secondary.
Sandra Wesley is certainly formidable, but as a sixth-grader, she cannot challenge students from higher grades, which is a disadvantage for her.
If Franklin Dorgon can defeat Debra Nellie of the Magic Academy, then the Noble Academy will be able to regain 10,000 points, which is crucial.
One o'clock.
The audience returned to their seats, the space hub was reactivated, and thousands of audience projections appeared in the audience area.
The morning session featured two rounds of ten duels, with the excitement building progressively and reaching its peak.
However, the credits earned by the four colleges were ultimately quite similar. The Knights College and the Magic College each won three matches, earning 30,000 credits. The Noble College and the Fool College each won two matches, earning 20,000 credits. In the afternoon, there were four more rounds of duels, totaling twenty matches.
The time allotted for these twenty duels will be tight, and the time allotted for "post-match analysis" will certainly be shortened accordingly.
However, that's something the Duel Club needs to consider. As a player, Dark only needs to do his job as a player.
He waited briefly with several other contestants from the Noble Academy, when he heard music begin. Judy, who had changed her outfit, slowly walked onto the contestant's stage, thus beginning the afternoon's competition.
Dark felt that compressing all the dueling matches into a single day was too tight.
It would have been fine if there hadn't been a "post-match analysis" segment before, but now that it's been added, the transitional period has been lost.
However, this is the first time that "post-match analysis" has been included, and there will be more experience in the next edition.
It's highly likely the dueling tournament will be held over two days. But enough of that.
Judy, the senior student on the stage, was clearly aware of the time constraints. She only used a few opening remarks to set the mood before starting to draw lots to select the next department to appear.
"Want to know which faculty will be the first to perform in the afternoon session?" After asking this question with a hint of playfulness, Senior Judy chanted a Normal Summoning Spell, activating a Magic Card in her hand and gently waving it upwards.
Instantly, the symbols of the four houses appeared in the air one after another: the crown, the lance, the grimoire, and the tarot card of "The Fool".
Then, the symbols of the four houses were arranged in a circle under his control, with a pointer appearing in the center.
Senior Judy gently pressed her slender fingers on the pointer, winked at the audience, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, making her eyes even more beautiful.
As the shouts rang out, she exerted a little force, and the pointer began to turn clockwise.
Start rotating slowly, then gradually increase the speed. Then gradually slow down and stop.
Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the pointer finally pointed to the crown symbolizing the "House of Nobles"!
"The Academy of Nobles! It's the Academy of Nobles again! It seems that one of the starters for the afternoon game will still be Dark Dimon, a second-year student from the Academy of Nobles!"
Judy exclaimed loudly, and the audience chanted Darko Dimon's title and name, causing the entire venue to erupt in cheers once again.
Inside the Noble Council's lounge, Dark and the others exchanged glances. Edwin Clarissa said, "It seems we need to get ready."
"I wonder who our opponent will be this round," Snake Harriman muttered.
Dark picked his nose and said, "I have a feeling I have some kind of starting buff."
“It’s started spinning,” Elsie Kevin said.
At this moment, on the stage, Judy glanced over here intentionally or unintentionally, then reached out and pressed the pointer, turning it again.
"Metaphor—"
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the pointer stopped again, finally pointing to the "Fool" tarot card, which represents the "House of Fools"!
"Ha!" Snake Harriman breathed a sigh of relief, a look of pleasure on his face.
To him, Polly Bruno of the Fool's House was the only pushover he could take advantage of.
The hope of avoiding a 3-0 defeat rests entirely on Polly Bruno!
Fortunately, he's always been talkative and has a fairly good relationship with Polly Bruno, so Bruno should be able to fulfill his little wish.
Snake was happy, but the others didn't look so relaxed.
The third-year contestant from the Fool's House is Benjamin Leopold. Based on his previous duels, he's basically the toughest opponent among the third-year students.
Although Elsie Kevin had prepared diligently, he was not entirely confident that he could defeat him.
As for fifth and sixth grade, there's no need to even look at them.
That will be a tough battle for both Edwin Clarissa and Franklin Doron.
The only truly relaxed group might be Dark's side. The second-year student from the Fool's House is Klein Moretti.
Dark had some concerns about the battle, but after watching his duel with Sara, he was basically relieved.
Klein Moretti doesn't have much stock.
He may have a bright future, but he's only just getting started.
Four-word evaluation: Not a threat.
In comparison, Sara Swati was indeed more threatening. If this duel weren't the Academy Cup, he might even want to rebuild a more entertaining deck to bring more smiles to the audience.
As for now, we still need to go all out! Dak calmed himself down and waited quietly.
Staff then brought them over and reminded them that it was time to go on stage.
The five people exchanged glances, nodded to each other, and then walked towards the dueling arena.
A few minutes later, they ascended the elevator and arrived at the contestants' seating area. Several meters away, the five contestants from the Fool's House were already seated in their seats.
The gazes of the two contestants met, flashing like lightning.
Even though there has never been any prior rivalry between the two departments, the ever-increasing competitive spirit has made it impossible for them to treat the competition as casually as before.
Players enter, commentators enter, and referees enter.
After briefly summarizing the results of the two rounds of duels in the morning, host Judy announced the official start of the first round of duels in the afternoon.
Amidst the deafening cheers, Dark Dimon stood up, waved lightly towards the Royal Capital audience seats, and then turned and walked down from the players' bench.
They then stepped onto the other side of the rising platform and ascended to the red team's platform.
In this round of the competition, the House of Nobles is on the red team, and the House of Fools is on the blue team.
Without the Knights' Academy's interference, the students of the Noble Academy cheered for their representatives to the fullest.
But the students of the Fool's House were equally determined.
They seemed to have practiced specifically for this purpose; their cheers were perfectly synchronized and particularly noticeable.
The only way to suppress the students from the academy of nobles was to use their voices. That's how competitions are conducted.
Inside the arena, it's a battle between the players. Outside the arena, it's a battle between the supporters.
The difference in popularity between the two was also quite obvious.
The spectators cheering him on in the stands were mostly supporters of Dak.
Klein Moretti's supporters, however, are almost nowhere to be seen. But that's to be expected.
He was never a high-profile person to begin with, and most of the audience only got to know him for the first time today.
Unfortunately, in his first appearance in such an important competition, he was crushed by his opponent... or rather, toyed with, and manipulated at will.
Klein, deeply affected by that duel, and through observing the duel between Gina Grant and Pandora Drogon, gained some new insights.
He prepared diligently, hoping to turn the tide in the next duel.
But his intended opponent was Wit Gold, not Darko Dimon! "I have to win at least one game!"
Klein slapped his cheeks hard and stepped onto the blue team's platform. He then activated the card table, drew his deck and placed it in, turned on the loudspeaker, and looked at the opponent with a serious expression.
On the other side—Dark Dimon's expression was indeed very relaxed. "So you really don't consider me a rival?" Klein Moretti's lips curled into a wry smile.
He knew that although his current level was already quite high among second-year students, it was only within the scope of second-year students.
The second-year students participating in this duel are all capable of abilities beyond the typical second-year level.
Under these circumstances, his skill level seemed insufficient. Now, standing on the blue team's platform, he couldn't even think of how to defeat his opponent.
There was no image in his mind at all!
In theory, a duelist should not have the idea of being afraid before the battle even begins.
But he couldn't even form a picture of defeating Dark in his mind! Klein was very good at math, he loved calculations, and his logical thinking was very clear.
But the more I try to convince myself, the less I can convince myself otherwise.
No matter how he calculated it, he felt that his chances of defeating Dark were infinitely close to zero!
The pressure is at its peak!
He almost broke out in a cold sweat. "Relax."
Suddenly, Dark Dimon spoke up from across the table.
Klein jolted awake, realizing his facial expression was off, and quickly corrected it.
"Thank you," he replied.
Dark nodded slightly and smiled, "If you're too nervous, you'll turn into a silly goose."
A big question mark popped into Klein's mind, "Dumb Goose."
Dark said, "Victory and defeat are common in war. No duelist in this world is immune to defeat. And no matter who the opponent is, giving it your all is the best answer. Calm down, and then cheer yourself on."
"Keep it up!" Klein's eyes flickered slightly, finally calming down. Dark said, "Let's encourage each other."
After saying that, he looked down at the card table and put the deck he had just taken out into the card slot.
As the words "Preparation Phase" appeared, the cards on the table began to be shuffled automatically.
"Wow—"
"Both players, take your positions," the referee announced with a whistle.