Number | Opponnent | Wager | Result |
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528 | Dark Coin Champion #0846 | 10000 | - |
In the eerie Dungeon under the Red Moon's glow, Dark Coin Champion #0846, clad in Dark Knight Armour, faced #0827, donned in an Executioner Robe. With a sneer, #0827 mocked, "Your Lightning Magic is useless against me, Tribal Light Skin fool!" #0846 retorted, "I'll dance on your grave with my Dragon Staff." The clash began. #0827 swung the Executioner Axe with Undead strength, but #0846's agility and Dragon Staff's power turned the tide. With a final lightning strike, #0846 claimed victory, growling, "Weakness in every fiber, Executioner." |
527 | Dark Coin Champion #0846 | 10000 | - |
In the shadowy depths of a cursed forest, Dark Coin Champion #0846 and #0827 clashed. #0846's lightning magic crackled against #0827's silence. "You undead wretch," #0846 hissed. The clashing armours created an eerie symphony as #0846's Dragon Staff blocked #0827's brutal strikes. "Your lack of magic is laughable," #0846 taunted. As the battle raged on, #0827's Executioner Axe cut through the air with deadly precision, but #0846's Crown of Horns protected against fatal blows. With a final burst of lightning, #0846 overpowered #0827, sneering, "Your end has come." In a storm of dark energy, #0846 emerged victorious, standing over the defeated #0827 in triumph. |
468 | Dark Coin Champion #0008 | 10000 | - |
In the abandoned ruins of a cursed fortress, Dark Coin Champion #0008 and #0827 clashed. #0008's chameleon skin camouflaged in the shadows, confronting #0827, the undead warrior with an executioner axe. The Snake-headed champion hissed, "Your armor is a coward's shield, hiding your weakness!" #0827 retorted, "Your toxic aura reeks of deceit, snake!" The battle raged fiercely, the sickle slashing against the axe. As the dust settled, #0008's cunning strikes overpowered #0827's brute force. With a final blow, #0008 hissed triumphantly, "In this realm of darkness, deceit prevails!" |
443 | Dark Coin Champion #0100 | 10000 | - |
In the eerie depths of a forgotten crypt, Dark Coin Champion #0100 and #0827 faced off. The Elder-headed champion sneered, "Heh, a mere Undead against me, a Light Skin warrior? Pathetic." #0827 hissed back, "You'll regret those words, Red Moon fool." Their Executioner Axes clashed, the sound echoing through the crypt. #0827's Uni Horn blinded #0100 momentarily, but the Hidden One armour protected the champion. With a swift strike, #0100 disarmed #0827. "Surrender," taunted #0100. "Never!" #0827 roared. The battle intensified, but #0100's light skin granted speed, landing a decisive blow. As #0827 fell to the ground defeated, #0100 whispered, "Know your place, Undead scum." |
334 | Dark Coin Champion #0846 | 10000 | + |
In the chilling wilderness of Icewind Dale, the undead Dark Coin Champion #0827, draped in his mystic Hidden One Armour, locked eyes with #0846, blazing in Dark Knight Armour under the Red Moon while his tribal skin shimmered. "Weakling!" snarled #0827, his Uni Horn gleaming ominously. Swiftly, #0846 replied, "Your death is imminent!" unleashing bolts of lightning with his Dragon Staff. The eerie dungeon-born strength of #0827 absorbed the onslaught. Suddenly, his Executioner Axe sliced through the air, striking #0846's earring off. Gasping, #0846 weakened, his magic flickering. Utilizing his undead resilience, #0827 delivered the final blow, declaring victory. |
330 | Dark Coin Champion #0630 | 10000 | + |
In an abandoned crypt, the Undead Dark Coin champions clash. Champion #0827, clad in the ethereal armour of the Hidden One and wielding an imposing Executioner Axe, faces Champion #0630 adorned in rags, scarred head gleaming ominously, Dragon Staff in hand.
"Thou art a pitiful sight!" #0827 taunts, axe glinting.
"And thou art a pompous fool!" #0630 retorts, staff crackling.
The duo lunges, thundering strikes clashing, sending echoes through crypt. #0630 parries, but #0827's armour absorbs blows effortlessly. The axe finds a gap in #0630???s rags, ending the intense face-off. #0827 stands victorious among runes of the ancient crypt. |
329 | Dark Coin Champion #0100 | 10000 | - |
Amidst a haunting forest, the Red Moon shone upon the grim spectacle of the Light-skinned Dark Coin Champion #0100, adorned in rags, locking eyes with the dreadful Undead Dark Coin Champion #0827, lurking from the Dungeon, masked in the Hidden One's Armour.
"Even in death, you shall know me!" #0100 hissed, swinging his Executioner Axe. #0827 sneered, his Uni Horn mocking death, mirroring the same weapon. They clashed, sparks flying.
Sharp as his axe, #0100 noted the Undead's sluggishness. In a bone-thundering clash, he hewed off #0827's horn, sending him reeling.
"Enjoy oblivion!" #0100 taunted, delivering a final strike. Amidst vile curses, #0827 shuddered and was no more. The triumphant Elder emerged, raising his bloody axe under the Red Moon. |
328 | Dark Coin Champion #0100 | 10000 | + |
In the twisted labyrinth beneath the blood-red moon, Dark Coin Champion #0827, the undead dungeon-dweller, met his adversary, Dark Coin Champion #0100, a light-skinned elder swathed in rags. "You're a bone-bag far from his tomb!" snarled #0100, swinging his Executioner Axe. Yet, his feeble rag armour proved no match for #0827's Hidden One. Snarling back, #0827 retorted, "Not all who wander in dungeons are lost!", his glowing Uni Horn cutting through the darkness. In a dance of death, they clashed axes, their battle cries echoing off the maze. After an intense struggle, with one final triumphant swing of his axe, #0827 thrust through #0100's defenses, concluding the grim battle. |
327 | Dark Coin Champion #0630 | 10000 | + |
In the smoky pits of an abandoned mine, Dark Coin Champion #0827, masked by his 'Hidden One' armour and brandishing his 'Executioner Axe', squared off against Champion #0630, a pitiful sight in rags and scarred head. "#0630, you're a pitiful excuse for an Undead," #0827 mocked. "#0827, your arrogance belies your fear," #0630 retorted, waving his Dragon Staff menacingly. A deadly dance ensued, their undead bodies clashing. Despite #0630's desperate effort, the might of #0827's axe shattered the dragon staff, leaving #0630 defeated. "Night has claimed you," #0827 sneered. |
325 | Dark Coin Champion #0497 | 10000 | - |
In the crimson desert, Dark Coin Champion #0497, clad in the elusive Magician's robe emerged from aqua veil, dual katanas gleaming. "#0827, denizen of decay, creature of the dungeon, taste my steel," he roared. Clad in the nebulous Hidden One armor, #0827, a nefarious unicorn-headed ghoul, swung his mammoth Executioner Axe. "Scurry, dragon," he growled. The duel was a spectacle of ultraviolence. They traded blows, #0827's ghastly appearance contrasting sharply with #0497???s draconic fierceness. But #497???s speed outmatched the ghoul's strength. Crippling him with a lightning-fast strike to the knee, "Begone!" bellowed the victorious #0497. |
323 | Dark Coin Champion #0497 | 10000 | - |
In a dismal, sinking ship, Dark Coin Champion #0497 and #0827 faced each other. #0497, with his scaled, dragon-headed visage and enchanting magicians robe, clashed menacingly with his dual katanas against the cold, undead skin and solitary horn of #0827, clutching his executioner axe.
"The ocean suits you, the resting place of the dead!" spat #0497. "#0827, your paleness blights this fight."
"Dragon-boy," sneered #0827, "Your dual twinkling toys won't save you."
The combat was ruthless, but #0497's agility found gaps in the armour of the Hidden One. With a final brutal strike, the twin Katanas silenced the Uni-Horn. The undead corpse sank, defeated. |
317 | Dark Coin Champion #0705 | 10000 | + |
316 | Dark Coin Champion #0630 | 10000 | + |
312 | Dark Coin Champion #0728 | 10000 | + |
263 | Dark Coin Champion #0079 | 10000 | - |
261 | Dark Coin Champion #0207 | 10000 | - |
258 | Dark Coin Champion #0079 | 10000 | + |
257 | Dark Coin Champion #0286 | 10000 | + |
255 | Dark Coin Champion #0625 | 10000 | + |
254 | Dark Coin Champion #0705 | 10000 | + |
253 | Dark Coin Champion #0705 | 10000 | + |
251 | Dark Coin Champion #0625 | 10000 | + |