Chapter 268: Dark Demon Also Understands The Gap |
The appearance of Alvette and Claire surprised Dark, but after thinking about it, he guessed that it was probably because Saint Marian's new duelers would debut every semester on the Saturday morning of the second week of school, so they came to watch the game especially.
This didn't affect Dark's mood much.
It was just that their arrival made Dark feel that losing wasn't an option.
So he had to win.
Looking at Alvette's face that he hadn't seen in a long time, Dark couldn't help showing a warm smile.
...
The first game every Saturday would start at exactly 8:00.
Unlike the mock competitions that Dark had experienced before, the official competition had both referees and commentators.
Today's commentator was a dueling club member, Zach Wilson!
But his popularity was pretty good in the dueling club.
As one of the pure-blood aristocrats, he was humble, kind, and helpful, and he was a good man on the surface.
So as soon as he proposed to change his shift this morning, he smoothly exchanged with the original commentary.
Wilson, who was standing on the commentary stage, looked around, and sure enough, he saw Angus Jeffrey, the president of the Aristocratic History Research Society, and Mike Irving, the third-year student, on the annular area
"Bootlicker!" He murmured in his heart, but he wished he was the one standing in Irving's position.
After his eyes passed over the two, Wilson couldn't help looking at the spectator stand.
The background of the people coming to see the game this time also shocked him.
The appearance of the eldest princess, the eldest prince, Valkyrie, and the archbishop gave this Rookie League an unusual meaning.
If they could have a dazzling performance this morning, whether it was the players or the commentator, it would be an opportunity!
Wilson was instantly full of energy!
A commentator was not a referee and they wouldn't have a substantial impact on the outcome of the game.
But a commentator would also act as the host, so it would have an effect on the direction of public opinion.
Wilson originally wanted to watch Dark Demon make a fool of himself at the closest distance, but now he no longer dared to be biased.
"Hello everyone from the audience! After a week, we came to another Saint Marian's Rookie League again."
"Those who are already familiar with Rookie League know that today is a special day, and new duelers usually have their first fight in their second week of joining the dueling club, which is today!!"
"But you must not know that among the newcomers this year, there are actually seven first-year students!"
"As for who these seven young duelers are? We will reveal them gradually in the coming games."
"For now, let's welcome the first two players in our first Rookie League."
"The red player is a veteran who joined the dueling club in the second half of last year, a second-year Knight House student, Willy Brontë! Compared to his opponent, he's indeed a veteran."
"The blue player is one of the seven real rookies, a first-year Magister House student, Teddy Doron!"
"It seems like our first game today is going to be another classic Knight House vs Noble House duel."
"But no matter what, let's give two players a big round of applause!"
...
There was warm applause and cheers from the annular area.
"Doron, Doron!" The little chubby Pistein waved the flag vigorously and shouted with all his strength.
Doron, who stepped onto the blue player platform, blushed slightly, and the pressure of being the first to appear was reduced slightly.
But when he came to the contestant's platform, he felt a little dizzy after seeing the 120-meter-long formal dueling arena.
His opponent, Willy Brontë, was a second-year honor student. Unlike those second-year students who only participated in the recruiting competition this semester, he was already a duel veteran.
And he was just a real rookie who was dueling in an official venue for the first time.
So his probability of winning was about 0!
"It's not scary to lose, I just need to try my best!" Doron patted his cheeks hard to concentrate.
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"Why is it not the Brave One?" The prince in the audience was a little impatient.
The presence of the eldest princess at the same time made him feel slightly annoyed.
The old archbishop glanced at him from the corner of his eye, sighed in his heart, and said slowly: "Teddy Doron is the youngest son of the Doron family, and the Doron family is a force that must be fought for."
The eldest prince glanced at the player’s platform and said, "I know the support of the military is very important in spreading our messages, and the Doron family's prestige in the military is only inferior to that of the Great Bayer family. But it’ll take at least six years for this young Doron to graduate and join the army, and it'll take even longer for him to get promoted"
The archbishop leaned back in the chair, raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and breathed steadily.
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In a corner of the spectator stand, a man in an ordinary coat was looking at the player’s platform with satisfaction: "Mhm, it seems that little Teddy didn’t slack off in class. Back then, I, his father, couldn’t even enter the dueling club in the first year. When I go back to the family later, I can finally show off this time."
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Doron didn't realize that his father had sneaked into the audience to watch his game.
He stayed concentrated and carefully measured the distance between both summoning fields, calming down slightly.
Without comparing the stats of magic cards, the most significant difference between the first-year students and the second-year students in pure strength lay in the summoning speed.
The absolute summoning speed difference and the high-speed magical spirits could form a deadly fast attack in a short-distance arena.
But the larger the arena, the greater the restriction on this kind of fast attack tactic.
This was an advantage for first-year students.
"Would the blue player please get ready?" The referee's reminder sounded along with the whistle.
Doron woke up from the analysis, then quickly reached out to the table, and injected magic energy to activate it.
With the projection of the card table appearing in front of the players' table, Doron's first battle kicked off.
In the first round, he successfully summoned a 3-star magical spirit [Lesser Basarios] with an attack power of 1500.
Immediately after that, he summoned several magical spirits with high stats, which lasted for a long time under the attack of the second-year senior.
In the end, after Willy Brontë successfully summoned a 4-star magical spirit using sacrifice-summoning, his magical spirits were completely defeated and he lost the game helplessly.
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"Let's congratulate Brontë for defending the dignity of the senior! Of course, Player Doron is very strong, and he deserves to be called one of the best first-year students. Let's give him another round of applause!" Wilson announced loudly on the commentary stage. He felt that his commentary was entering the same state as the atmosphere at the scene.
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Doron's defeat was somewhat predictable. Apart from his fans who felt very disappointed, a few troublemakers from Knight House taunted him a few words after he left the player’s platform.
But according to Professor Jones, there was no shame in losing the first battle.
Being able to learn from failures and see where the gap between oneself and the opponent was was the main focus of this competition.