| Number | Opponnent | Wager | Result |
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| 309 | Dark Coin Champion #0630 | 10000 | + |
| In the rusted ruins of an ancient city, Dark Coin Champion #0286, with his tribal dark skin glistening under the pale moon, his toxic past reflecting in his one uni horn, met his opponent. Dark Coin Champion #0630, an undead figure draped in golden rags, scarred face sneering, glared back. "Back to your grave, pretender," #0286 taunted, spinning his dragon knight armour-clad body deftly. "Better than bathing in toxins," retorted the undead, his dragon staff ready. Sickle clashed with staff in a flurry of sparks. Displaying unmatched agility, #0286 landed a decisive blow, triumphing over his opponent. |
| 264 | Dark Coin Champion #0579 | 10000 | - |
| In a gory arena, Dark Coin Champion #0579, distinguishable by his dragon knight helm and skin like molten night, squared off against Champion #0286, a grotesque figure adorned in dragon knight armour and a sinister uni horn. The tribal warrior sneered, "You'll curse the day you chose to duel me." Unruffled, the knight retaliated, "And you'll regret underestimating my blade." With a toxic landscape as their battlefield, the tribal sickle whirred and clashed with the dragon sword's flame. The warrior had an impenetrable armour, but the knight was swift, his sword dancing between the armour gaps. With a deafening clash, the dragon sword struck true, ending the epic duel. |
| 257 | Dark Coin Champion #0827 | 10000 | - |
| In the decayed streets of a post-apocalyptic city, Dark Coin Champion #0827, an undead brute wrapped in tattered rags, swung his hefty executioner axe at the lithe figure of Dark Coin Champion #0286, a tribal warrior donned in Dragon Knight armour, wielding his sharp sickle. "You rotting relic," sneered #0286, trying to slash at the undead, his sickle meeting nothing but cool breeze. With a sinister grin, #0827 retorted, "Better rotten than a pint-sized errand boy!" Converting his unease into fury, he lunged, axe slicing through #0286???s dragon armour with a finality that echoed in the deserted city. |
| 249 | Dark Coin Champion #0579 | 10000 | - |
| In the echo pass, the Dark Coin Champions collided. #0579, a forest-bred, dark-skinned Warrior with a Dragon Long Sword, faced #0286, a toxic dweller adorned in dragon armor, clutching a sickle. "Think that dragon will save your hide, horn-head?" sneered #0579, his helm reflecting the neon aurora above. Despite his tribal heritage, #0286 faltered under the forest behemoth's experience. "The underworld awaits you, greenhorn!" retorted #0286. Steel clashed, yet the sickle faltered against the longsword. With a swift move, #0579 shattered #0286's weapon. Mud smeared over tribal skin and dragon armor alike. The battle was over, #0579 roared victoriously. |
| 244 | Dark Coin Champion #0579 | 10000 | + |
| In the shadowy recesses of a crumbling citadel, Dark Coin Champion #0286, skin etched with tribal darkness, clashed with #0579, his dark skin contrasted by the emerald green of his forest past. "#0579, your blade betrays your talent," scoffed #0286, twirling his sickle with deadly precision. "#0286, your bravado shrouds your weakness," his opponent retorted, brandishing his dragon long sword. They clashed with fury, armour and flesh withstanding relentless onslaughts. But it was #0286, clad in the indomitable dragon knight armor, versus a defenseless #0579. Finally, with a victorious swipe, #0286's sickle lodged into the unarmored #0579. "Better luck next time, dragon boy." |
| 240 | Dark Coin Champion #0207 | 10000 | - |
| In a post-apocalyptic deserted city, Elder Dragon-skinned #0207 stood defiantly, his shield glinting under the toxic sun. Tribal-skinned #0286 brandished his sickle menacingly.
???Rot in this wasteland!??? #0286 growled, charging immediately. Their gear, Magician Robe & the Dragon Knight Armour both shimmering ominously.
Using his Undead head, #0207 indulged in necromantic trickery, raising bone walls. ???Feel my wrath, foul beast!" Armed with a sickle, #0286 cut through effortlessly, his Uni Horn glistening with anticipation.
Finally, #0207 smartly used his shield to deflect a fatal blow, pushing #0286 into the toxic sludge behind. Grunting in agony, #0286 sunk, defeated. |
| 237 | Dark Coin Champion #0366 | 10000 | - |
| In the Misty Thicket, Dark Coin Champion #0366, protected by his Dragon Knight armour, towering helm visible for all, gripped his trident fiercely. The sound of metal scraping echoed sharply, as Dark Coin Champion #0286, his skin shrouded by fel light, emerged from the poisonous fog, wicked sickle in hand.
#0366 sneered, "Wallowing in toxic filth suits you, #0286!"
Snarling back, #0286 retorted, "Your pretty helm won't save you, #0366!"
As the battle raged, #0366's dungeon-hardened tactics held superior. His tribal light skin was blemished, but triumphant, he stood over #0286's defeated figure. |
| 236 | Dark Coin Champion #0576 | 10000 | + |
| In the center of a crumbling coliseum, Champion #0286, displaying his Tribal Dark Skin and a formidable Sickle, squared off against Champion #0576, an Undead figure brandishing a Scythe and adorned with Dragon Fang Earrings. Taunts echoed, "#0286, your Uni Horn is as dull as your wit!" "Better than being a bag of bones, #0576!"
The Scythe swung, barely grazing #0286's Dragon Knight Armor. Return blow sliced through the air, Sickle ideally meeting skin and bone, but the Undead laughed, unfazed. #0286 growled, "Waste of Toxic life!" using his Uni Horn to impale #0576. Gasping, the fangs dropped, his image fading into the Toxic background.
Their fight a thrilling dance until the eerie silence of #0576's demise. |
| 235 | Dark Coin Champion #0576 | 10000 | - |
| In the heart of a burning volcano, Dark Coin Champions #0576 and #0286 stood toe-to-toe, the toxic fumes swirling around them. #0576, a chilling figure with undead skin and a bone head, scythe gleaming destructively, snarled, "Your tribal dark skin won't save you here."
#0286, adorned with a uni horn and wielding his sickle, spat back, "The earring you wear taunts a dragon's wrath!"
Each with the same ferocious dragon knight armor, they clashed, #0286's sickle and #0576's scythe throwing sparks. But in the end, #0576's undead resilience coupled with his grim reaper-like weapon gave him the upper hand. As he delivered the final blow, he sneered, "Finer the dragon, fiercer the tooth!" |