The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　If their addition causes some players to drop out of the top sixteen, then that would naturally satisfy their perverse sense of humor.

　However, from the audience's perspective, this phenomenon is undoubtedly welcome.

　And it was against this backdrop that Dark Dimon was matched with someone who shared such thoughts.

　—Fifth grade, Knights Academy, Hank Willard!

　Hey, Dark.

　On Friday at noon, while Dak was having his usual meal in the cafeteria, Witt and Robert suddenly appeared with their trays.

　Dark subconsciously glanced around warily, and when he found no fan club members gathered, he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to Witt and Robert.

　He guessed that Witte had come to ask about the mystery of "magical language," but that wasn't the case.

　Witt and Robert sat down opposite him.

　Robert immediately whispered, "Dark, your first opponent is Senior Willard, right?"

　Darke replied, "Yes, that's right." Robert said, "That's senior Willard!"

　Seeing his serious expression, Dark asked in confusion, "Hank Willard, a fifth-year student at the Knights Academy, currently the vice president of the 'Sports Club,' what's wrong?"

　Robert blinked and said, "So you knew!" Darke chuckled and said, "Of course I know someone as famous as Senior Willard."

　Although I only found out about it on Tuesday of this week.

　Robert coughed lightly and said, "Anyway, Willard is very capable. You must be careful! Although I am from the Knights Academy and the sports club, I will definitely stand by your side."

　"Ah," Dark said, somewhat surprised, "thank you then."

　Robert quickly waved his hand and said, "I just came to tell you something. Senior Willard is known as 'The Beast,' and people always say he has giant blood. But in reality, he only has a very thin amount of orc blood, and his preferred decks are mostly orc-related. He especially focuses on physical offense and defense, making him a powerful player with almost no weaknesses in physical attack and defense."

　Dak's knowledge of Hank Willard was actually quite limited, so he listened attentively.

　Seeing that he was listening, Robert became even more enthusiastic: "Besides the Magical Spirit Cards, Senior Willard is also very fond of Architecture-related Magical Cards. What are Architecture-related cards? They're those field cards that can create fortresses out of thin air, or magic cards that can change the terrain. In addition, he also dabbles in Orcish spells like Battlecry and Witchcraft. Those spells are quite bizarre. So although he looks big and tough, and straightforward, he's not actually the kind of player who's just a pure brute. You mustn't be fooled by his appearance. Also, let me tell you, yesterday I went to the sports club's classroom, and Senior Willard was bragging..."

　"Who's bragging?" "Senior Willard!"

　"Oh, ha! Is this how you show respect to your senior, Robert!" Startled by the shadows, Robert turned his head tremblingly. A large hand pressed down and gripped his head!

　"The Beast" Hank Willard himself had somehow appeared behind him, resembling a giant bear standing upright!

　Although Robert was taller than most people his age, he looked like a little chick in front of Hank Willard, and could only tremble in fear.

　Upon discovering that Willard was right behind him, Robert couldn't help but say awkwardly, "Senior, what a coincidence."

　"You little brat!" Hank Willard grinned coldly. "Come with me to the clubroom, and I'll teach you a lesson!"

　Dark was inwardly laughing, but quickly stopped him, saying, "Wait, this senior is the vice president of the sports club, known as 'The Beast'!"

　Hank Willard turned to look at him and said, "It's me." Darke then slowly said, "Robert's only got halfway through his story. I'm curious to know what he's been bragging about."

　Hank Willard narrowed his eyes and stared at Dark for a long time.

　Then he released his grip on Robert's head, crossed his arms, and said, "You think I'm the kind of person who would brag?"

　Dark chuckled, "It looks quite similar."

　"Ha." Hank Willard sneered and said, "I'm in the clubroom, talking to my club members, telling them that I'll take you down in three rounds in this afternoon's duel."

　“Three rounds,” Dark said with an unchanged expression, chuckling, “Senior Willard, you’re far too confident.”

　Hank Willard said, "I think you're overconfident. You really think you can look down on us fifth graders just because you beat a few punks? I'm going to teach you something today: there are always people better than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding!"

　Then he abruptly turned to glare at Robert, and said in a deep voice, "And Robert, you'd better pray your friend can hold on a little longer, otherwise..."

　"Otherwise what?" Just as Hank was acting violently, a much taller giant walked up behind him and grabbed his head from behind, just as he had grabbed Robert's head.

　Hack Willard's face immediately stiffened. Dark looked up with interest.

　The president of the sports club was smiling at him with a憨厚 (honest and simple) expression.

Chapter 847 Darkdemon, The Art of Beast Taming (7 words)

　Chapter 847 "Sevenfold" Darkdemon, the Art of Beast Manipulation (7 words)

　really.

　There are always people better than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding; one mountain is always higher than another!

　Robert, Hank Willard, and the president of the sports club are a classic example.

　Dark tried his best, but managed not to laugh out loud.

　The president of the sports club repeatedly apologized, grabbed the vice president's head, and pulled him back to prevent him from continuing to embarrass himself.

　Robert narrowly escaped death and exclaimed how lucky he was.

　Witt watched the whole thing, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud—his patience was ultimately not enough.

　Robert glared at him immediately: "Don't laugh!" "Okay, okay, no, no!" Witt covered his mouth.

　Robert then shrank back and complained, "That's just how Senior Willard is, he's incredibly deceptive in appearance... but he's really good at fighting! Don't underestimate him, Dark."

　Dark shook his head and said, "How could we underestimate him? He's a fifth grader and the vice president of the sports club. He's probably the second best player in the club after the president."

　But Robert immediately shook his head and said, "No, there are a lot of experts in our club. You haven't seen our training. They are all like human monsters. Senior Willard is just average among them. But he is actually quite nice to the new members. He always treats us to a good meal after training. It's just that he can't control his appetite."

　Dark nodded and said, "Everyone has strengths and weaknesses; no one is perfect. Don't worry, I won't take it to heart."

　“That’s good…” Robert said, but then seemed to suddenly wake up, his face turning pale. “No, Senior Willard always keeps his word. Dark, you absolutely have to hold on as long as possible. You absolutely cannot be defeated within three rounds, or I’ll be in big trouble!”

　Dark asked curiously, "How terrible? Just how terrible?"

　Robert covered his head and said, "It's about the equivalent of running back and forth in the castle and jumping like a frog a hundred times."

　Dark: "Ah"

　Robert: "Back and forth."

　Dark: "Oh, hahaha, good luck! I'll be supporting you from behind."

　In short, Darke appreciated Robert's kindness.

　He resumed eating and promised, "Don't worry, I'll try to make it through three rounds."

　Robert said, "That's good. I still believe you."

　Witt nudged his kidneys and said, "Robert, I don't know what you're afraid of. How could Dark not last three rounds?! Impossible!"

　“That’s impossible. Let’s eat.” Robert quickly calmed down and started eating noisily again.

　After only taking two bites, Victor hesitated for a long time before finally asking about the "magical language".

　Dak answered all questions and provided explanations.

　Although his learning progress wasn't very high, it was more than enough for him to teach Witte.

　During their Q&A session, Robert became an unyielding pillar, forced to stand to one side, his head churning with nothing but cement.

　Some people will look for and learn what they don't know, while others will simply give up.

　Robert clearly belongs to the latter category when it comes to reading. If he doesn't understand, he truly doesn't understand.

　After lunch, Dak parted ways with the two and slowly returned to the clubroom at a pace suitable for a digestive walk.

　To be honest, he hadn't had time to build a deck specifically for Hank Willard. But dealing with one Hank shouldn't be too difficult. Even if, as Robert says, Hank Willard isn't as reckless as he appears, his main offensive and defensive methods are still limited to physical attacks.

　This isn't difficult for Dark to handle. "Just consider it a warm-up."

　Dak scoffed.

　He spread the third duel of the week evenly across three days, and tried to schedule them all to start at the beginning of the day. The matches tomorrow and the day after are all in the morning.

　Doing this will help to activate your mind and start a new day.

　Moreover, having finished everything in advance, he was able to fully immerse himself in his studies. He had rediscovered his learning goals, and there was so much to learn.

　Half past one in the afternoon.

　The circular area of ​​the open-air dueling arena was quickly filled with spectators and participants.

　Various colleges, their relatives and friends, and their fans were scattered throughout the arena, making it a lively and bustling place.

　The closer it gets to the end of the "Golden Cup" points tournament, the more people will watch.

　Next Saturday will be the focus of attention.

　The Duel Club schedules the most important matches, those that will influence the final qualifying list, on Saturdays, and tickets for its various branches on that day sell particularly well.

　This week will determine the intensity of next week's competition. Currently, the scores of players ranked outside the top ten are very close. Even a single win or loss could change their rankings.

　Every player is taking the current competition very seriously.

　On the contrary, some duelists who were ranked within the top ten and had already secured their places in the next round, and who had no intention of competing for a higher ranking, began to consciously conceal their methods and hold back their trump cards.

　Even worse, some simply choose not to participate in subsequent matches.

　Therefore, the focus of attention in the last two weeks of the qualifying rounds should be on the tenth to sixteenth place teams.

　Among them, Dark Dimon, as the only lower-grade student in the first, second, and third grades to enter the top sixteen, undoubtedly received the most attention.

　Everyone wants to see if he can make it to the main event, and if he can continue to forge ahead in the main event!

　Witt Gold and Robert Broheim huddled together in a corner of the ring.

　The former was reading a book, while the latter was biting his nails.

　Witt didn't want to come; he needed to spend more time studying, otherwise he would only fall further and further behind.

　But Robert insisted on watching Darkl finish the duel before he felt at ease. So Robert had no choice but to accompany him.

　When he entered the ring, he searched deliberately, but he couldn't find any trace of Diana, Rose, Emma, ​​Sarah, or Heidi.

　Those were his rivals at that moment. Seeing that none of them were there, while he had to endure distractions and waste time, he became anxious.

　"Why hasn't Dark's match started yet?"

　At this point, watching Darko's games is the only way to cleanse one's soul.

　Dark had already entered the venue and arrived at a player entrance, waiting for the Duel Club's notification before heading to the designated area.

　Meanwhile, his opponent, "The Beast" Hank Willard, was still training in a separate players' lounge.

　The person who reprimanded him was the president of the sports club—Shrek Holmes! Shrek, bearing the surname of that legendary man, was even taller than Professor Jones, with a broad, rugged face. But in reality, he was incredibly meticulous, managing the sports club with remarkable efficiency.

　Although Shrek Holmes also participated in the "Golden Cup," his ambition lay elsewhere, and he stopped matching early on.

　Hank Willard, a man as big as a bear, couldn't stand up straight in front of Shrek and could only bow his head and nod meekly.

　It was like a carbon copy of Robert standing in front of him.

　Finally, Shrek Holmes said to him, "I've told you a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred million times! You have to show your actions, not your pathetic brain and your loose tongue! The boast you made about today's duel has already spread throughout the other clubs. Now they're all waiting to laugh at you! And you're the vice president of our sports club; laughing at you is laughing at our sports club. I'll settle this score with them sooner or later… Anyway… I don't expect to see you defeat Dark Dimon in three rounds, but you absolutely cannot lose, understand?"

　Hank Willard lowered his head, barely daring to breathe: "Understood, President!" Shrek Holmes: "Yes, sir."

　Hank Willard straightened his legs and almost instinctively said, "Yes, sir!"

　Shrek Holmes: "Louder!" Hank Willard: "Yes, sir!"

　Shrek Holmes: "Didn't you have lunch?" Hank Willard: "Yes, sir!"

　Shrek Holmes: "Ah..."

　Hank Willard: "You didn't, you ate..."

　"Heh," Shrek Holmes said softly, "Remember, if you lose, come to the clubroom tonight, and I'll give you a good beating."

　Hank Willard shuddered and quickly said, "We definitely won't lose."

　In the sports club, there are only two sets of training standards.

　One set consists of going up and down the castle one hundred times.

　One set is going up and down the castle a thousand times.

　Run at full speed on flat ground, hop like a frog up and down stairs, and don't rest.

　...

　Shortly after, both teams took their places on the platform. Dark stood on the red team's platform, while Hank Willard stood on the blue team's platform.

　The two did not meet before going on stage.

　When Dark stepped onto the contestant's platform, he realized that Hank Willard's spirit and energy were completely different!