He found himself at a loss for words, because what he wanted to say would only prove that the messages posted in the group earlier were correct.
Gilbert slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, sat down again, and said, "You're right, it's just three matches after all."
No matter what, Gaston, this guy, had to secure a victory in at least one match for him...
...
Flame Sky Star.
Saye International Competition Hall.
On the field, a Mechanical Beast wearing a referee certificate blew the whistle signaling readiness.
The light and shadow of "10" appeared on the field, continuously changing with a mechanical voice.
"9, 8, 7... 3, 2, 1."
The light and shadow vanished.
Qiao Sang and Gaston simultaneously formed seal gestures with both hands.
Everyone and their Pet Beasts looked towards the field.
Two mysterious and profound purple Star Arrays lit up.
Soon, two figures of vastly differing sizes appeared within the Star Arrays.
