Bab 450: His Secret Weapon Stuns the Crowd!

Besides Edgar's two disciples and Aurora's, he shrugged the other competitors off. They clearly wouldn't pose him much of a threat now that he balanced his deck and developed new spells.

And after five long and torturous hours watching them, his turn finally came.

Without wasting time, he stepped behind his duel desk.

Simultaneously, his adversary showed up, a teenage dwarf with lustrous brown hair and a smith's frame that would put culturists to shame.

Eyes glinting with fierce determination, the dwarf introduced himself.

"Dorn. We study at the same academy, and Moira sends her greetings. She hopes you won't be depressed after this defeat, though."

"And I hope she won't after the humiliation you are about to suffer."

He retorted, matching Dorn's cocky grin with his own disgustingly provoking one.

With a snort, the dwarf fished a shiny gold coin and tossed it.