Chapter 723 “Request for Subscription” The Sichuan Road is Harder Than Climbing to the Sky (4k)
“By the name of Wit Gold, Mana Summoning!”
When Wit Gold chanted the summoning spell with an almost grim tone, the spectators outside the arena seemed to sense that something big was about to happen. Instantly, the clamor ceased, and the atmosphere became tense.
Regular viewers of dueling matches, especially those deeply involved in betting, could discern the signs of a desperate comeback.
Moreover, Wit Gold’s reversal wasn’t without precedent. Sarah Swati had already sensed something when she couldn’t break through despite prolonged attacks.
Therefore, when Wit Gold raised the flag for a counterattack, he didn’t instantly turn the tide like a unstoppable force. Instead, Sarah Swati continued to hold her ground with her hand cards for a considerable time.
However, at some point, Wit Gold seemed to transform entirely. Some mana spirits under his control began to exhibit power beyond their surface values, gradually shifting the entire situation.
Afterwards, Sarah Swati found no more opportunities to turn the tables.
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At the beginning of the “Silver Cup” main event, no one could have predicted such an outcome.
Wit Gold, although always under the watchful eye as the “Hero’s Child,” was well aware of the gap between him and the two top students of his grade.
Yet, against all odds, he rose from the losers’ bracket, defeating powerful opponents one by one, eventually even surpassing the two top students.
In the final stages of the tournament, his sudden burst of power subtly suppressed Sarah, which was far from mere luck.
He was like the legendary “Hero,” always breaking through at the brink of despair, achieving an intangible transformation.
From this moment, he finally stepped onto the stage that the “Hero” should stand on.
Thus, the audience who revered heroes also developed an extraordinary fondness for him.
The thunderous applause erupted in this environment.
The entire dueling arena was enveloped in an unending round of applause.
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The discontent of the Mana Academy students and Sarah Swati’s furrowed brow were forgotten in the corner.
The following moments belonged to the victors, to the champion of the “Silver Cup,” to Wit Gold, the “Hero’s Child.”
Those who had experienced war, those who had witnessed the era of the heroic Brett Gold, felt sorrow over his sacrifice. They silently reflected on these events.
The curtain of a grand era had been drawn.
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Host Judy appeared at the Red Side competitor platform three minutes after the match ended.
Wit Gold had slightly calmed down from his initial excitement.
He did not become overly arrogant because of this hard-fought victory.
But he had indeed won, and against formidable foes he had previously struggled to beat.
Standing on the competitor platform, facing the cheers of many spectators, he still felt a bit light-headed.
The long-suppressed gloom within him had lifted significantly.
Naturally, his confidence grew stronger.
During the latter part of the duel, he felt his mind unusually clear, his mana manipulation and thought processes faster than ever before. He believed this was his potential surging in times of crisis.
On the topic of potential, he had considerable confidence.
Not everyone’s blood could be used as high-quality material.
This mounting confidence finally gave him the courage to challenge someone greater.
With favorable timing, conditions, and people, he might overcome that person.
His expression paused momentarily, then his gaze sharply turned toward that person, revealing sharp intent.
Since the first year, he had been striving relentlessly towards that person as his goal.
Although he was grateful to that person and even prepared a Christmas gift for him this year, this did not conflict with his desire to catch up and surpass him.
Initially, this desire was not pure, but now it was much purer.
After reuniting with his mother, he had set aside thoughts of Senior Pandora and focused on his studies and duels.
“Gold, Gold?”
“Hmm?”
Wit Gold suddenly realized that Senior Judy was standing beside him.
He took a deep breath, showing a slight embarrassed smile and called out, “Senior.”
Judy nodded and then asked, “Now that you’ve fought your way from the loser’s bracket to the finals and emerged as the champion, do you have any words for your supporters?”
Wit Gold pondered for a moment, then faced the audience and raised his right hand, clenching it into a fist, shouting loudly, “We are the champions!”
The knights on the circular belt and the supporters in the audience area outside the arena immediately joined in with a resounding wave of support.
The intensity of the atmosphere left everyone astonished.
The identity of the “Hero’s Child” sparked a significant reaction.
A subtle smile crept across Wit Gold’s lips, growing wider.
This was the stage he desired, and he had finally arrived.
But, it wasn’t enough!
“This is just the beginning,” Wit Gold whispered.
The deafening cheers made Judy unable to hear clearly, so she leaned in, puzzled, asking, “What?”
Wit Gold, with the amplifier still on, firmly stated, “The Silver Cup isn’t over yet.”
Judy: “Huh?”
Wit Gold continued in a solemn voice, “The Silver Cup involves all second-year students. Although I won the championship, I haven’t defeated every second-year student.”
Judy instantly understood, though a hint of surprise still flashed across her face.
Her excellent hosting skills allowed her to mask her inner thoughts, not revealing them or giving any hints.
Wit Gold continued without pause, “That person seems to have completely surpassed everyone since the first year. Even now, I can’t guarantee I’ll surpass him, but this championship has given me the courage to challenge him. Fortunately, tonight’s ‘Golden Cup’ qualifying match matched me with him.”
Judy’s lips twitched involuntarily.
She wanted to remind the new champion to stay calm, but in this atmosphere, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.
She turned toward that person’s direction, showing a somewhat helpless smile.
In that direction, Dark Demon felt a little surprised, but his classmate Teddy Dulong widened his eyes in excitement.
Any second-year student naturally knew who Wit Gold was referring to.
Teddy immediately reacted, grabbing Dark’s sleeve excitedly, “Tonight? Really matched up?”
The second-year students of the Noble Academy had been feeling frustrated all day because there were no students from their academy in the finals.
Watching the students from the Mana Academy and Knight Academy shine on the dueling stage, while they themselves sat idly, no one felt happy.
As the class president, Teddy felt particularly guilty and very disappointed in himself for not performing well and failing to enter the main event.
Now, Wit Gold had won the championship almost in a legendary fashion, despite the unfavorable odds. This made him even more upset.
There was natural tension between the Knight Academy and the Noble Academy, so his resentment was normal.
But with the final results settled, the “Silver Cup” seemingly wrapping up, a twist occurred.
For the second-year students of the Noble Academy, this could be considered a “turn of fortune.”
Wit Gold boldly challenged their top student—did he think he was invincible?
Although this attitude seemed a bit presumptuous, Teddy truly felt this way.
He eagerly anticipated seeing Dark give a painful defeat to the overconfident Wit Gold tonight in the “Golden Cup” qualifying match.
Wit Gold had risen from the loser’s bracket to the finals, ultimately winning, which indeed showcased unexpected strength.
But Teddy and all other second-year students of the Noble Academy did not believe he could defeat their own Dark.
“Overreaching.”
“Bravery against might.”
“Pretending to be strong.”
The second-year students of the Noble Academy smirked coldly, showing no mercy.
Teddy, in particular, said to Dark, “Teach him a lesson!”
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Dark Demon himself, after a brief moment of surprise, showed a look of interest.
He had planned to find Professor Shylph to confirm the matter of the “third party,” but since Wit Gold had challenged him directly after winning, he saw no harm in playing another game.
Moreover, Wit Gold’s “second consciousness” felt markedly different from Angus Jeffrey’s.
He wanted to understand this better and see what exactly Wit Gold’s “second consciousness” was.
“The Harry Potter, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Digimon, Pokémon…”
Dark’s mind flickered through these works referenced in the original games, pondering how things might play out if Wit Gold’s variable was also present in the original script.
Then, an idea slowly formed in his mind.
But just as he was about to formulate it, he heard his name.
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On the competitor platform, Wit Gold’s tone grew intense: “Only by defeating him can this ‘Silver Cup’ championship be truly earned! I know many viewers may be confused and unsure of who I’m talking about. But don’t worry; you’ll know soon. Right, Dark Demon?”
All eyes on the ring and in the audience area outside the arena turned toward Dark’s seat.
He sighed slightly, thinking Wit was still young, and finally stood up, nodding slightly in Wit’s direction.
“Yes, Ryoji Game, the protagonist of the first season of Yu-Gi-Oh!, also has two ‘personalities.'”
Dark’s heart reached a conclusion.
“Wit Gold’s second consciousness might be akin to ‘Dark Game.'”
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After saying that name, Wit Gold closely watched Dark. Seeing him stand up, he knew his challenge was accepted. With a fierce grin, he said, “See you tonight.”
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After these words, Judy realized she had nothing left to interview.
The atmosphere inside and outside the arena had already been stirred by Wit Gold’s remarks. She didn’t need to say anything further.
Those who might have left after the interview were surely staying for the rest of the evening because of Wit’s challenge to Dark.
And she… seemed to have to work overtime.
Thinking this, Judy pursed her lips, feeling somewhat unhappy.
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Wit didn’t notice the unusual behavior of his senior at all. After expressing everything he wanted to say, he felt much more relieved. Then he began to gather his mana cards and turned to leave the platform.
He stood there, unaware that his mother had furrowed her brows into a knot.
Sitting next to the “Blood Princess” Ophelia Brad, the “Silver Dragon” Hefestus Dragone covered her mouth, laughing uncontrollably.
Though she had become friends with Ophelia, her stance naturally aligned with Dark’s.
Seeing her friend anxious over this matter, she felt an impulse to tease her.
Of course, she restrained herself.
After all, her friend was already quite troubled.
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On the other side, Dark’s mana spirits only now realized that the guy calling himself either Wit or White was provoking them!
So, the pink fluffy bunnies scheduled to perform tonight were surrounded by the other mana spirits, who encouraged and urged them to give their best tonight.
“Fairy Tale Animal? Bunny” looked up and nodded repeatedly.
“Adorable Beast” crossed his legs and guaranteed it with a pat on the chest.
“Black Big Ear Beast” covered its face, mumbling incoherently.
“Curly Ear” ate a carrot cake.
“Moon Beast” was sealed by the “Soul of the Moon Goddess.”
The new fluffy rabbits, due to a shared sense of grievance, quickly bonded with the mana spirits.
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Their owner, meanwhile, received a summons from Professor Shylph.
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