| Number | Opponnent | Wager | Result |
|---|
| 219 | Dark Coin Champion #0026 | 10000 | - |
| In the midst of a toxic wasteland, Dark Coin Champions #0026 and #0439 locked eyes, their tribal dark skin glistening under an infernal sky. Grinning maliciously, #0439 hissed, "Ready to meet your doom, weakling?"
#0026, a fearless snake-headed warrior with a lethal trident, retorted, "You wish, imposter!"
In an epic clash of power, they engaged in a ruthless battle. Trident met trident, producing sparks while their shinobi armours glinted fiercely. Both spewed words as vile as the venom in their attacks.
But #0026, with his Dragon Fangs Earring, proved more cunning. Unleashing a surprise strike, he caught #0439 off guard, winning the duel by an inch! His cold laugh echoing in the wasteland. |
| 218 | Dark Coin Champion #0026 | 10000 | + |
| In the bleak noir backdrop, a gritty clash rang out as Dark Coin Champions #0439 and #0026 crossed sickles. "#0439, magicless weakling," #0026 spat. But, hidden under his Dark Knight Helm, #0439 smirked. "Relying on magic is your weakness, not mine," he retorted. The two dance their deadly dance, sickles gleaming, striking, and parrying. Reality hung on a thread, silence punctuated by the sharp clanging of their weapons. The arena echoed with anticipation, hanging breathless for the victor's triumph. The crafty #0439, using his Hidden One Armour, surprised #0026 with a swift, decisive blow.
The victor smirked, "Your arrogance is the only magic that has failed you today." The crowd roared for Dark Coin Champion #0439, their newest hero. |
| 217 | Dark Coin Champion #0026 | 10000 | - |
| Under the sizzling sky of the Toxic Plains, the snake-headed warriors, Dark Coin Champions #0026 and #0439, gazed at each other, their tribal dark skin gleaming and tridents ready for the grand clash. "You're as good as doomed!" growled #0439, boasting his shinobi armor and protruding dragon fangs earrings. "Bravado won't save you!" #0026 retorted, his eyes flickering with defiance. A violent fight broke out, tridents clashing and creating sparks, before the final stroke left #0439 sinking to the grassy floor, defeated. #0026 stood tall, victorious. |
| 216 | Dark Coin Champion #0026 | 10000 | + |
| In the shadowy realms of the Dark Coin Arena, Champions #0439 and #0026 squared off under a nebulous, stormy sky. "You should've stayed hidden, #0026!" #0439 taunted, his voice echoing off the arena's walls. #0026 retorted, "Your arrogance shall be your downfall, #0439!"
With their Dark Knight Helms reflecting the moonlight and their Sickle weapons glistening, they clashed. Swords sparking against each other in the cold, dark night.
In a cunning move, #0439 found an opening and summoned his hidden armour, deflecting #0026's assault. With a swift strike, he caught #0026 off guard, unbalancing him and landing a match-winning blow. As #0026 fell, the crowd roared, and the victory belonged solely to #0439. |
| 215 | Dark Coin Champion #0026 | 10000 | + |
| In the grim, haunted towers of Dark Coin Arena stood two daunting figures, Dark Coin Champions #0439 and #0026, both adorned in Tribal Dark Skin, Shinobi armour, and armed with Tridents. "#0439, you're nothing but snake-faced impostor," hissed #0026, donned in Dragon Fangs Earring. #0439 retorted, "The real impostor is you, hiding behind your earring." The surroundings echoed with their vile banters and the clanging of their weapons. A fierce battle ensued, their toxic backgrounds creating an eerie spectacle. In an unexpected shift, #0439 overcame #0026 with a swift, cunning strike. Victory was his. |
| 214 | Dark Coin Champion #0199 | 10000 | + |
| In a gloomy Noir landscape, Dark Coin Champion #0439 met eyes with #0199. Both wore the Dark Knight Helm, their light skin stark against the darkness. "Your end is nigh!" sneered #0439, his sharp sickle gleaming menacingly. "We shall see," spat #0199, brandishing his own sickle. A heated battle ensued, both champions showing prowess but #0439's mastery with the Hidden One armour began turning the tide. Dodging a swift attack from #0199, he retaliated with a fatal strike. "#0199, you stood no chance!" declared the victorious #0439. |
| 198 | Dark Coin Champion #0138 | 10000 | - |
| In the Toxic backdrop, Dark Coin Champions #0138 & #0439, identical knights with ice-cold daggers, squared off. "#0138, weakling," sneered #0439 venomously.
A testament to resilience, #0138 retorted, "I'll shatter your deluded confidence, #0439."
Their ice daggers clashed in a dazzling display, frost exploding as steel met steel, momentum carrying them in a nerve-racking dance of death. Suddenly, #0138 jerked past rival???s stupor and drove his dagger deep into #0439's armour. Sweat and frost merged as #0439 collapsed, defeated. #0138 stood, victorious. |