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

　If he were outside the academy at this moment, he would have already charged forward, relying on the power of his armed transformation to personally attack the duelist.

　However, even street duels without rules within the academy are still bound by rules.

　He can only use his armed transformation to defend against and dodge his opponent's attacks.

　They cannot personally go on the field to attack.

　Owen clenched his teeth slightly and drew out the fourth magic card.

　At this moment, he not only had to face the threat of Devimon, but also Meowth, who had already bypassed the wind wall, and the incoming Wraith.

　Hippogryph people.

　His strategy of not summoning magical spirits backfired.

　But he wasn't at his wit's end yet.

　His extensive experience as a third-year student meant he still had options at this point.

　"Death Claws!"

　Dak's command resounded through the sky.

　The demon beast, caught up in the spotlight, immediately snapped back to reality. Still standing, it raised its hands towards Owen, its arms suddenly...

　It stretched out instantly and grabbed at Irving's body!

　"Magic Summoning!"

　Owen summoned his fourth magic card at the last minute.

　The light released from the magic card manifested in the air.

　"Boom!"

　A massive bronze door slammed down, blocking the demon beast's death claws.

　Followed by.

　The second bronze door also crashed down, blocking the attack from Meow Meow and the Wrestling Hawkman.

　"Boom!"

　The final, third bronze door, together with the previous two bronze doors, formed a perfectly fitting triangle, protecting Irving inside!

　Irving leaned against one of the bronze doors, slightly out of breath.

　Just before the Triple Bronze was closed, he saw that the audience was still immersed in a kind of shock.

　That obviously couldn't have been caused by his Armor Card and the Triple Bronze Gate, so it could only be because of Dark's Devimon!

　That demon beast was indeed terrifying, not at all like a second-tier magical spirit.

　In a normal duel, aside from summoning a higher-star magical spirit, he would likely have no good way to deal with this magical spirit.

　But now it's a street duel.

　The outcome of a street duel depends on whether the duelist lives or dies.

　No matter what kind of magical spirit the opponent summons, as long as you hold a dagger to their neck, you will win!

　Owen sighed slightly; he hadn't really wanted to use that magic card.

　To be among the top students in his third year, Irving naturally has his own trump cards.

　The reason it wasn't used immediately is because summoning this magic card takes a little time!

　Now that he is protected by three bronze doors, he has more leeway.

　If he can successfully summon this trump card, he can instantly turn the tide of the battle!

　"Instant teleportation".

　But just as he was about to begin the summoning, he heard Dark's clear voice behind him.

　Then a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

　Almost instinctively, he rolled and leaped, his entire body, amplified by his full-body armor, moving with the agility of a monkey.

　Surprisingly, he successfully dodged Devimon's chokehold!

　The demon beast, which appeared silently inside the triple bronze gate, merely grinned, revealing a cruel smile.

　It flew in mid-air, looking down at Irving like it was looking down at a rabbit with nowhere to run!

　Yes, there is nowhere to escape!

　Irving's triple bronze doors were like a cage, locking him inside!

　The only opening is in the sky.

　But the instant the triple bronze doors closed completely, an invisible barrier was actually created there.

　Irving originally thought that it would take Dark a while to break through the bronze door.

　To everyone's surprise, Dark didn't even try to break open the bronze door.

　That pitch-black demon actually possesses a special attack that can teleport!

　It teleported in instantly.

　“Senior Ou, surrender. Surrendering means losing half.”

　Dark's voice reached Irving's ears again through the bronze door.

　Irving held onto his ace tightly, and finally put it back in the card pack.

　But this does not mean he has given up.

　"If this were a real street fight, I'd probably be torn to shreds by now."

　Looking at the dark demon staring at him with mocking eyes, Owen couldn't help but smile wryly.

　But he quickly composed himself.

　The duel is not over yet.

　In street duels, every element must be utilized.

　He is now trapped inside the triple bronze gates, and unless he actively dispelled the summons, he is essentially trapped and will be captured by the demon beast.

　To manipulate at will.

　But once the summoning is lifted, they will face Dark and even more magical spirits, and the situation will only get worse.

　Moreover, staying inside the triple bronze gate has another significant advantage.

　That means people outside can't see him.

　And that dark demon could not possibly kill him!

　This means the duel is not over yet!

　It may look like a dirty trick, but this is a street duel!

　Make use of everything available.

　Before winning.

　play hard!

　Irving made a decisive decision.

　They abandoned the trump card that required a long time to summon and charge.

　They also abandoned their initial arrogance of "teaching Dark a lesson."

　He drew his Magical Spirit Card and, in the narrow triangular area, engaged in a battle between a Magical Spirit and a single Devimon!

　Outside of the Triple Bronze, Dak was not actually letting his guard down.

　Unable to get a response from Owen, he summoned one magical spirit after another, which had been upgraded in the Paradise.

　Except for the three four-star magical spirits that were reserved for the last summon.

　In just half a minute, with incredible speed, he defeated the other five monsters besides Impmon and Hawkman.

　All the first-tier magical spirits have been summoned!

　With the appearance of each new magical spirit, the effect of [Paradise] is enhanced to another level, increasing magic attack and defense by 100 each!

　The total for seven is a full 700!

　Therefore, just half a minute later.

　The demonic beast inside the triple bronze gates is a true monster with both magic attack and defense reaching 2700!

　Single-target physical ultimate move: Death Claw!

　Razor Wings, a ranged magic ultimate attack!

　A group physical ultimate attack: Claw of Destruction!

　A movement skill with a cooldown of only 15 seconds: Instant teleportation!

　Devimon, forever a god!

　"Hahaha!"

　Inside the triple bronze gate.

　Devimon's maniacal laughter gradually became distorted.

　The eerie "hehehe" laughter turned back into normal, wild laughter.

　Mike Irwin was sweating profusely.

　Before today, he probably never imagined that he would be so suppressed by a magical spirit.

　The narrow space within the triple bronze gate became a key factor restricting his ability to perform.

　Every magical spirit summoned was killed in a single blow by a demon.

　They were unable to use any of their special moves.

　It easily detected and destroyed the corpses, even though the deathrattle-type ultimate skill that turned the corpses into sacrifices was turned into a deathrattle-type ultimate skill!

　I tried to bombard it with quick-play spell cards, but it was completely ineffective against its 2700 defense.

　They tried to set a trap to lure it in, but instead, it grabbed them and threw them into the trap they had set.

　If it weren't for his sturdy armor, he would probably have become the first mage to be killed by his own trap.

　After being caught and thrown down a second time, a disheveled Irving finally realized a blind spot in his thinking.

　>Devimon isn't incapable of dealing with him; he's deliberately choosing not to!

　With such high intelligence, it's impossible that a magical spirit wouldn't know how to restrict movement besides killing.

　Whether it's tying their hands and feet, confiscating their wallets, or gagging them, these are all effective methods.

　Having been treated like this for a day, he had no choice but to give in, no matter how shameless he was.

　But Devimon had no intention of doing that.

　It was playing with, manipulating, and enjoying the process of outwitting and outmaneuvering a magician!

　hateful!

　But in reality, Mike and Irving were wrong.

　Devimon wasn't enjoying the process of outwitting and outmaneuvering a mage.

　It was simply enjoying the thrill of crushing a mage.

　Since its birth, (Little)Devimon has never had such a great time.

　It seems that all the pent-up frustrations from the past were released during this process.

　Aside from not being able to speak or freely mock others, it couldn't be more perfect.

　(Little)Devimon was pleased with himself for seizing such an opportunity so precisely and for using his "wisdom" to...

　He was in control and felt genuinely proud of himself!

　When Irving finally couldn't hold back any longer and deactivated the Triple Bronze Gate, it was already about ten minutes later.

　Dark has summoned all the magical spirits.