| Number | Opponnent | Wager | Result |
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| 1720 | Dark Coin Champion #0159 | 10000 | - |
| In the eerie forest under a blood-red moon, Dark Coin Champion #0159, clad in Magicians Robe and wielding a Dark Sword crackling with Lightning Magic, faced foe #0120, in Rags with a Trident. "#0120, you're a destitute peasant trying to wield against a true warrior," sneered #0159. "#0159, your fancy armor won't save you from my Trident's wrath," retorted #0120. The clash began, Lightning Magic striking Trident blows. Severing sparks filled the air, as #0159's Dark Sword sliced through #0120's feeble resistance. With a final lightning strike, victory belonged to #0159. |
| 1719 | Dark Coin Champion #0216 | 10000 | + |
| In a desolate wasteland, Golden Background clashed with Valley Background as fire scorched the earth. Tribal Light Skin faced Fire Dragon's fury. Trident clashed with Dragon Long Sword, each blow echoing in the valley. "Your Dragon Knight Armour won't save you from defeat," taunted #0120. "I'll burn you to ashes," sneered #0216, casting flames. Dragon roared as Dragon, but in a daring move, #0120 exploited a gap in #0216's defense, piercing through with the Trident. With a gasp, #0216 fell, defeated. "Dragon Knight no match for a true champion," smirked #0120. |
| 1717 | Dark Coin Champion #0497 | 10000 | - |
| In a desolate wasteland, Dark Coin Champion #0497 clad in Magicians Robe faced off against Dark Coin Champion #0120 draped in Rags. Their eyes met, full of loathing. #0497 taunted, "Your feeble Trident is no match for my Dual Katana." #0120 scoffed, "Your fancy Robe won't save you from my wrath." With a clash of steel, the battle raged on. Despite #0120's speed and agile movements with the Trident, #0497's precise strikes with the Dual Katana proved superior. In a final blow, #0497's Dragon Fangs Earring pierced #0120's defenses, sealing victory. As #0120 fell, #0497 whispered, "Weakling." |
| 1716 | Dark Coin Champion #0159 | 10000 | - |
| In the eerie, mist-shrouded forest, Dark Coin Champions #0120 and #0159 clashed. #0120, clad in rags, wielded a trident, sneering at #0159's regal appearance. "You call yourself a champion?" #0159's lightning magic crackled, illuminating the dark knight helm. "I'll make an example of you," #0159 snarled, striking with the dark sword. #0120 retaliated fiercely, but #0159's lightning strikes proved relentless. As the dragon-headed champion stumbled, #0159 went for the finishing blow. "Pathetic," #0159 spat triumphantly, the tentacle earring dangling ominously. In the end, #0159 stood victorious, a stark contrast to the fallen #0120. |
| 1710 | Dark Coin Champion #0159 | 10000 | - |
| In the heart of a mysterious forest, the Red Moon Background of Dark Coin Champion #0159 clashed with the Golden Background of #0120. Lightning clashed with silence as Dark Sword met Trident. "You're a feeble ragged warrior," mocked #0159, circling in his Magicians Robe. "At least I'm not a pretentious brute," retorted #0120, brandishing his dragon helm. The battle raged on, each strike echoing through the trees. With a flurry of tentacle magic, #0159 seized the moment, unleashing a fierce lightning bolt that overwhelmed #0120, leaving him defeated in the dirt. |
| 1709 | Dark Coin Champion #0159 | 10000 | - |
| In the fiery pit of Mount Drakmor, Golden #0120 clashed with Red Moon #0159. #0120 taunted, "Tribal fool, your Lightning Magic is no match for my Trident!" #0159 replied with a wicked grin, "Your Dragon head will adorn my Dark Knight Helm!" Their clash of Dark Sword and Trident echoed through the valley. #0120's Tribal Light Skin clashed with #0159's Magicians Robe, sparks flying as Lightning Magic met Dragon fire. As the battle raged on, #0159's cunning strategies overpowered #0120's brute force. With a final strike, #0159 proclaimed, "Bow to the true champion!" #0120 fell, defeated, as #0159 emerged victorious, the true master of the dark realm. |
| 1708 | Dark Coin Champion #0159 | 10000 | - |
| In the abandoned ruins under the Blood Moon, Dark Coin Champion 0159 faced off against 0120. Lightnings crackled as 0159's Dark Sword clashed with 0120's Trident. "Your weak Trident is no match for my power!" sneered 0159. 0120 retorted, "You may have magic, but I have unwavering strength!" Their clashing styles danced a deadly tango. 0159's lightning magic zapped 0120, who roared in defiance. Drawing on the Red Moon's energy, 0159 launched a devastating attack, overpowering 0120's feeble defense. With a final strike, 0159 emerged victorious, standing tall as the Golden Background dimmed. |
| 1707 | Dark Coin Champion #0630 | 10000 | + |
| In the ethereal realm of the Fallen Isles, two Dark Coin Champions clashed under a blood-red sky. Champion #0120, adorned in golden glory, faced off against Champion #0630, a monstrous undead figure wreathed in waves of darkness. Their weapons clashed, the trident of #0120 piercing through the dragon staff of #0630. "Your cursed existence ends here, abomination!" sneered #0120, ripping through the pirate coat armor with savage fury. "You are no match for my tribal might," #0120 roared triumphantly as the scarred head of #0630 fell to the ground, sealing the victory of the Golden Champion. |
| 1706 | Dark Coin Champion #0630 | 10000 | - |
| In the chaotic realm of the Misty Peaks, Dark Coin Champion #0630, engulfed in sinister waves, clashed with Dark Coin Champion #0120, adorned in golden glory. The Undead with Dragon Staff sneered at the Tribal Light Skin holding a Trident. "You reek of feeble power," jeered #0630. "At least I'm not a walking corpse," taunted #0120. The Scarred Pirate Coat clashed with the Rags in a fierce battle. With a cunning strike, #0630 shattered #0120's Trident, but the Tribal retaliated fiercely. A vicious back-and-forth ensued until #0630 unleashed a devastating arcane blast, claiming victory in the end. |
| 1703 | Dark Coin Champion #0630 | 10000 | + |
| In the heart of a mystical forest, the Waves clashed against the Golden, Undead against Tribal Light Skin. The Dragon Staff met the Trident as scarred eyes locked with those of a dragon's gaze. "Your Pirate Coat cannot hide the stench of defeat," sneered #0630. "Rags are fitting for a weakling like you," #0120 retorted. The Dragon spit fire, the Trident shimmered with power. In a swift dance, #0120 pierced through the Pirate Coat, claiming victory in a whirlwind of shadows. |
| 1702 | Dark Coin Champion #0159 | 10000 | - |
| In the desolate wasteland, Dark Coin Champion #0120 sneered at #0159's lightning crackling sword. Their contrasting auras clashed: #0120's golden glory against #0159's sinister red moon essence. #0120's trident clashed with #0159's dark sword, the bitter exchange of blows echoing in the eerie silence. The tribal light skin of #0120 against #0159's dark knight helm. "You're no match for true power," #0159 taunted, lightning igniting around them. However, #0120, with a sneer, replied, "Your tricks won't save you from defeat." The battle raged on, each strike more ferocious than the last. As the dust settled, #0159 emerged victorious, standing tall amidst the wreckage. With a wicked smile, #0159 taunted, "Bow before the superior warrior." A testament to their lightning magic and dark sword's might, #0159 claimed victory over the fallen #0120. |
| 1693 | Dark Coin Champion #0539 | 10000 | - |