Cards of Remnant

Chapter 19: Blood-Soaked Bull vs Sun Dragon of Hell!

particularly with magic. Yang had never seen her dad use his Signer powers so much and despite his best efforts to hide it, she could spot the signs of the strain it was putting on him. A bit more labor in his breath, a bead of sweat slipping down his forehead. He'd resorted to his circle of Light Magic when he hadn't been able to catch Adam in a duel anchor and needed to keep her and Blake safe from the battle, but even if he was strong enough to take The Blood-Soaked Bull in a normal duel, there was no telling if his body would hold up long enough to do that.

And Adam had clearly noticed, smirking at the hunting duelist's threat and merely raising his sword-shaped duel disk for battle. "If you had the power to do that, you would have done it already. I'll make sure you finish breathing before your vile spawn does the same and I reclaim my darling."

Taiyang sighed. "Guess the whole 'Blood-Soaked' epithet should have tipped me off that you weren't going to do the smart thing."

"You don't even have a working duel disk," Adam shot back, nodding at the wrecked Signal-standard model on his opponent's left arm. "You think challenging me is 'smart'?"

Taiyang unlatched his duel disk, removed his deck from it, and tossed the machine away. Then, he grabbed the leather bracer on his right forearm and moved it to the underside of his limb. Revealed beneath the armband was a glowing crimson tattoo of a pair of magnificent dragon wings.

The Signer raised his arm and the shining pattern of his mark rose off his flesh and hung in the arm above his body. He set his cards down on the new projection, the mystical construct as solid as anything physical. "Ask me when this is over."

"Incredible," Blake whispered, her all-consuming terror beaten back just a bit by sheer awe. "Is that all Light Magic?"

Yang pursed her lips in worry. It was. And even though it was a better idea for conserving stamina to make a substitute duel disk rather than try to manually manifest every card he played, every last bit of that mystical power was straining Tai's heart as long as it was active.

"Duel!"

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500). "Deal with this fool's facedown monster and clear the way for your rulers to end this farce!"

"No!" Blake shrieked, Kizan's sword coming down on Taiyang's monster as its card flipped up…

… and a tuning fork caught the blade between its prongs, the fiend holding the golden instrument (ATK 1300/DEF 300) laughing mischievously at the austere samurai's clear frustration.

"The first time Dark Resonator would be destroyed by battle each turn, it isn't," Tai impishly grinned as his demon cackled. "Nice try, but no OTK tonight."

"Then you elongate your suffering," Adam sneered, nodding to Shien and Shi En.

The Shogun and his younger self immediately leapt forward, one warrior skillfully slicing Dark Resonator to ribbons in the blink of an eye. While the other landed a harrowing slash across Taiyang's chest.

"Gah!" the blond hunting duelist gasped, spittle flying from his lips as he stumbled back. He clutched at his marked arm, his crimson tattoo throbbing.