| Number | Opponnent | Wager | Result |
|---|
| 1168 | Dark Coin Champion #0910 | 10000 | + |
| In the eerie darkness of the forsaken wasteland, Dark Coin Champion #0910 brandished his Executioner Axe, clad in his dragon-forged armor. Across the desolate field stood Dark Coin Champion #0377, a chilling figure in pharaoh armor. Their eyes locked with animosity.
"You dare challenge me, feeble midnight rat?" sneered #0377, his voice dripping with venom.
"Your empty armor betrays your cowardice, tribal skin faker," #0910 retorted, a fiery defiance in his dark skin.
With a roar, #0910 charged, his axe gleaming in the moonlight. But #0377 moved with a surprising agility, evading the blows effortlessly. Mocking laughter filled the air as #0377 exploited his opponent's lack of a weapon, outmaneuvering him at every turn.
"I expected more from a dragon-headed fool!" taunted #0377, landing a devastating blow with swift precision.
Struggling to his feet, #0910's pride fueled his defiance. The tide turned as he unleashed a flurry of ruthless attacks, but #0377's calculated strikes proved superior.
As #0910 fell to his knees, defeated, #0377 loomed over him, victorious. "Know your place, weakling," he hissed, claiming his triumph in the shadowy battlefield. |
| 1167 | Dark Coin Champion #0288 | 10000 | + |
| In the heart of an ancient ruins, Dark Coin Champion #0377, the Tribal Dark Skin Noir, locked eyes with the Chameleon-skinned Dark Coin Champion #0288. The Gladiatorial arrogance clashed with the mystic silence; the air crackled with tension. "Your flashy armor won't save you," #0377 sneered, glaring at #0288's Gladiator ensemble. #0288's Dark Magic surged, but #0377 deftly dodged, countering with swift strikes. As the battle intensified, #0377's Noir resilience eclipsed #0288's glamour, outmaneuvering the Chameleon trickery. With a final blow, #0377 disarmed #0288, his victory echoing, "In this world of shadows, light holds no power." |
| 1166 | Dark Coin Champion #0100 | 10000 | - |
| In the eerie depths of the forsaken ruins, Dark Coin Champions #0377 and #0100 crossed paths. #0377, clad in Pharaoh armor, scoffed at #0100's Hidden One attire, mocking his feeble axe. Unleashing a verbal barrage, #0100 retorted, taunting #0377's Tribal Dark Skin. The clash began fiercely, #0377's Dark Knight Helm striking with precision. But #0100, with the Executioner Axe's might, turned the tide. As the dust settled, #0100 stood triumphant, the Red Moon casting an ominous glow, while #0377's Noir legacy faded into obscurity. |