That Dragon Actually Called Yu Ye Out by Name and Challenged Him to a Duel!!!
13: Chapter 13: What!?
That Dragon Actually Called Yu Ye Out by Name and Challenged Him to a Duel!!!
As the dragon’s voice fell silent, the entire palace sank into a deathly stillness.
That low, majestic voice seemed to carry a physical weight, pressing down on every heart, making even breathing difficult.
Quite a few timid students felt their legs give out and dropped straight onto the cold stone slabs.
Grapha’s crimson eyes slowly swept across the whole scene, undisguised contempt spilling from them.
“You creatures, insignificant as dust, dare to set foot in my place of slumber.” “By the ancient covenant, if you wish to make me submit, you must prove your worth in a Duel.” Hearing the word “Duel,” a few people in the once-terrified crowd actually had a glimmer of light rekindle in their eyes.
To a duelist, however powerful a guardian Spirit was, as long as it could be settled by a Duel, there was a chance.
But Grapha’s next words were like a bucket of ice water, drenching that sliver of hope clean away.
“However…” A teeth-grating low growl rose from the dragon’s throat, those red eyes spilling with an almost cruel scrutiny.
“In my eyes, the vast majority of you don’t even have the right to converse with me!” “Any who cannot Summon power of the same origin as mine are mere ants.” The instant these words came out, the whole scene erupted in an uproar.
“Power of the same origin?
What does that mean?” “Same origin?
Could it be the monster’s attribute?
Do we have to defeat it with a monster of the same attribute as it?” “But nobody’s ever even seen this guy.
Who knows what attribute he is?” The students whispered to one another, bewilderment written all over their faces.
A few students who’d already reached for the Decks at their waists hesitated and drew their hands back at the words.
Rio Kastle folded her arms and tilted her head toward Nate beside her.
“You’re the one who let it out.
You should know what attribute this guy is, right?” At that, Nate glanced at Grapha and smiled.
“This big black fellow, one look and you can tell he’s DARK attribute.
You could figure that out on your own.
Why bother asking me?” DARK attribute.
The crowd was momentarily stunned, then caught on.
In other words, only a Deck made up almost entirely of DARK attribute monsters would have the right to duel this giant dragon.
Once it was confirmed as DARK attribute, Rio Kastle set her thoughts aside at once.
She’d originally harbored a few stirrings of wanting to give it a go — after all, she was full of curiosity about this monster she’d never seen before.
Judging by its presence, its effects probably wouldn’t be too weak.
Once subdued, if it could be added to her Deck, it could raise her Deck’s strength by another tier.
But the moment she heard it was DARK attribute, the better part of her interest dissipated in an instant.
The Deck she used was almost uniformly WATER attribute monsters.
But the next moment, something occurred to her, and she turned to look at Nate, a trace of playfulness in her tone.
“What about you?
Are you going up?” As she spoke, her gaze passed over him and swept across the dark mass of the crowd behind.
The corner of her mouth curved into a meaningful arc.
“Before you duel, you’d better think it through.
There are so many people here.
After you’ve worn yourself out clearing this dragon, there’s no guarantee someone won’t take advantage of your spent stamina to challenge you to a card wager.
You’ll want to be careful.” The instant these words came out, the eyes of some in the crowd flickered.
In fact, from the very moment the Dragon Lord appeared, plenty of sharp-eyed people had already guessed its rough attribute from the pitch-black scales covering its body.
The reason no one had stepped out yet was precisely this.
Gathered here were the elites of every class, and rare monster cards had always been precious beyond measure.
Even if you really had the strength to take down this dragon, who could guarantee they wouldn’t get targeted by others?
People from other classes — even people from their own.
In the face of enormous gain, the human heart was the thing least able to withstand the test.
Without the absolute strength to fend off challenge after challenge, no one dared be the first one to step out.
Hearing this, Nate showed not a trace of worry.
Instead he smiled, tilting his head toward Rio Kastle with great interest.
“Then once I’ve got the card, will you take advantage of me while I’m down?” The instant these words came out, several gazes around them shot over in unison.
Rio Kastle blinked, and that ever-cool face of hers suddenly broke into a mysterious smile.
“You guess.” Two short words, yet they froze the onlooking crowd on the spot.
Rio Kastle was known throughout campus as the Ice Goddess, normally keeping everyone at arm’s length with her cold aloofness.
And now she was actually showing a smile to a boy.
And this guy was just a student from a bottom class.
Jealousy spread through the crowd in an instant.
Just as everyone was murmuring among themselves and no one dared step forward, from the back of the crowd, at the entrance to the Ruins, came a scornful little laugh.
“A pack of trash.
Frightened into this state by a single Spirit’s bluffing.” Everyone looked toward the sound and saw a tall, straight-backed boy part the crowd and stride out at a leisurely pace.
He wore the crisp uniform of Class 5, a badge marking the rank of class president pinned to his chest, his chin tilted slightly up, his whole bearing radiating the arrogance peculiar to a top student.
“Class 5’s vice president, Kujo…” “Isn’t he supposed to be at the other Ruins?
Why’s he over here?” Kujo turned a deaf ear to the murmurs around him.
He walked straight through the crowd to stand before Rio Kastle, his once-haughty eyes instantly switching to an affectionate look.
“Rio, the moment I heard a lord-class monster had appeared over here, I rushed straight over.” Kujo gave a slight smile, looking toward Grapha in the distance with what he fancied was elegant grace.
“It’s just a slightly larger monster.
Once I’ve defeated it, I’ll give it to you as a gift.
I hope you can feel my sincerity.” At that, Rio Kastle’s delicate brows knit faintly, and the smile on her face faded.
“First, don’t call me Rio.” Her voice returned to its usual coolness.
“You and I aren’t that close.
Second, I have no interest in your gift.” Having his face rebuffed so publicly, Kujo showed not a trace of embarrassment, instead giving an easy smile, as if he’d long expected this reaction.
“No matter.” He laughed softly, brimming with confidence.
“I’m not one to give up easily.” With that, he finally turned his head slowly, those arrogant eyes landing coldly on Nate.
“So it’s you, kid?” Kujo gave a cold snort, undisguised hostility in his tone.
“Beat people from our Class 5 twice in a row.
You’ve got some nerve.
But I wasn’t there at the time.
If I had been, the one lying on the ground making a fool of himself would have been you!” The air instantly filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the surrounding students held their breath one after another, thinking a great battle was about to break out.
But faced with Kujo’s provocation, Nate merely drew his gaze back from the distant mural unhurriedly and shot him a somewhat puzzled glance.
“Were you…
talking to me just now?” Nate pointed at himself and spread his hands with an innocent look.
“Sorry, I was just studying what type that big black dragon is, didn’t notice someone next to me was barking…
ahem, could you say that again?” “Pfft…” Rio Kastle beside him had still been maintaining her cold, aloof persona, but hearing such a devastating jab, she couldn’t quite hold it in and turned her head, laughing softly.
Nate had already called it a big black dragon — so what exactly was left to study?
The excuse was paper-thin, and they both knew it.
And Rio Kastle’s laugh, falling into Kujo’s eyes, was nothing short of oil poured on the fire.
“You want to die?!” Kujo’s face darkened instantly, veins bulging at his forehead.
He clenched his fists hard and pointed at Nate, grinding his teeth.
“Fine!
Very fine!
Brace yourself.
Once I’ve dealt with this lizard, you’re next on the chopping block!” Leaving these harsh words behind, Kujo whipped around and lifted his eyes to coldly sweep over Grapha, who was watching the scene with an expression of pure entertainment.
“Power of the same origin, is it?” He raised his hand and unfolded his Duel Disk, a flicker of arrogance in his eyes.
“Perfect.
Let me just see whether you, this so-called Dragon Lord, can make me bring out my full strength!” He strode forward, the blue light of his Duel Disk lighting up in the gloomy palace.
Grapha lowered its head, those crimson dragon eyes coldly looking down at the self-satisfied Kujo, undisguised disdain spilling from them.
“You?
Unworthy to challenge me?” The giant dragon’s voice echoed like thunder through the stone chamber, rattling eardrums painfully.
“Stand down.
Let that boy who spoke with me just now come forward.
Of all those present, only he is fit to make me lift a claw.” At that, the crowd went still in unison, then their gazes shifted all at once, focusing entirely on Nate, who’d been watching the show off to the side.
“What?
That dragon actually named Nate by name to duel?” “Is there something special about this guy…?” Hearing this, Kujo’s face darkened in an instant.
He, the dignified vice president of Class 5, who fancied himself a dueling genius, had now been publicly belittled by a mere monster as worse than even a bottom-feeder from a bottom class!
“You have no right to refuse me!” Kujo stared at Grapha and spoke.
“By the rules of the Ruins, an awakened guardian monster cannot refuse a duelist’s direct challenge!
Today, you must duel me!” A cruel cold light flashed through Grapha’s crimson dragon eyes.
“Human, you won’t stop until you’ve dug your own grave.” Dark-purple miasma churned up from around its body, swiftly gathering before it into an enormous Duel Disk formed of pure shadow.
“This is what you asked for!” “Duel!” ×2 The Duel Disks instantly hummed open into pale-blue light screens, data streams flowing swiftly across the surfaces, clearly displaying the starting Life Points of the one man and one dragon.
[Kujo, LP: 8000] [Grapha, LP: 8000] The first-turn order was revealed at once: [First turn: Kujo]