| Number | Opponnent | Wager | Result |
|---|
| 162 | Ragingdragon | 10000 | + |
| In the heart of a mystical forest, Ragingdragon spits vitriolic insults, taunting Dark Coin Champion #0056. "You'll turn to ashes, fool!" he snarls. Unmoved, the Champion replies, "Let's see whose fire burns brighter!" The stale air crackles as the dragons clash. Ragingdragon employs Thunderbolt Strike, sending tremors in every direction. However, the Champion retaliates with the same, countering and intensifying the bout. They exchange blows relentlessly. In a pivotal moment, Dark Coin Champion #0056 roars a deafening Thunder Roar, leaving Ragingdragon stunned. Seizing the moment, he lands a direct Thunderbolt Strike. The once-boastful Ragingdragon falls, defeated by his undestimated foe. |
| 161 | memo | 100000 | + |
| Inside the toxic land of Dark Coin Arena, death awaited. Dark Coin Champion #0056, armored in his menacing Dark Knight Helm, wielded his powerful trident. Opposing him was Memo, identical in every trait except for the name.
"Prepare to taste defeat!" roared Champion #0056.
Memo spat back, "I will pop your boastful bubble, Triton Traitor!"
Their light skinned bodies glistened under water magic spells, as their frenzied fight began. Trident clashed with trident, a dance of chaos.
Running on empty, Memo lunged one last time. In response, Champion #0056 summoned the mighty force of his water magic. The blast shook the arena, and Memo fell.
And so, Dark Coin Champion #0056 relished the sweet taste of victory. |
| 160 | Evil Pooh | 10000 | + |
| In the grim darkness of the toxic wastelands, Dark Coin Champion #0056 locked eyes across the battlefield with the sinister figure of Evil Pooh. Their vile taunts echoed through the desolate expanse, stirring up dust devils. #0056, his Dark Knight Helm gleaming under the cancerous sun, drew his Trident, its glint boding ill for his foe. Evil Pooh, sporting the same light skin and water magic, mirrored his action, but held a sinister grin. Their vicious banter dried up as they clashed, wrought iron meeting wrought iron. In the decisive moment, #0056's superior strategy trumped brute force, his trident finding gaps in Evil Pooh's nonexistent armour. He emerged victorious, leaving a fallen foe and a legend behind. |