The duel stage faded away, and both duelists deactivated their Duel Disks. Marik and his sister fell silent for a moment.
Marik kept his head bowed for a long time, as if deep in thought, replaying the duel in his mind—or perhaps overwhelmed by defeat, his spirit crushed and faith shattered.
Seeing her brother like this, Ishizu wanted to step forward and offer some words of comfort, but when she opened her mouth, she didn’t know what to say.
Truth be told, she had already expected Marik to lose this duel. He probably knew it too. Before the duel started, it was partly to gauge Kira’s depths for what lay ahead, and partly out of genuine curiosity about the current Duel King’s strength.
But Marik had been in seclusion for years. Even his occasional duels were just internal spars within the clan. He hadn’t ventured out much, let alone practiced his cards extensively. He only heard bits and pieces about the outside dueling scene and wasn’t fully up to speed. So, losing was inevitable.
What made it sting was being burned to death by Lava Golem—and not just any Lava Golem, but his own, which had been brainwashed, taken from the opponent’s field, and turned against him.
She could hardly imagine the psychological trauma her brother was dealing with right now.
"Mr. Marik?"
Kira suddenly asked.
Marik looked up. "Ah? Oh, yeah. I’m here. What is it?"
"Nothing, just noticed you’ve been spacing out since the duel ended." Kira feigned concern. "You okay?"
Marik gave him a meaningful glance.
Then he let out a long, turbid breath and shook his head. "I’m fine, fine. It was just a friendly spar. What could possibly be wrong? Haha, hahaha!"
Meanwhile, he kept telling himself inwardly: It’s just a spar, nothing serious. Don’t take it to heart, don’t take it to heart.
Marik turned to Ishizu. "Sister, what do you think?"
Ishizu nodded. "Mr. Kira lives up to his title as the current Duel King—his reputation is well-earned. His presence as a duelist and his strategies are top-tier worldwide. No wonder even Kaiba Seto couldn’t beat him."
Her words affirmed Kira while also reassuring Marik not to dwell on the loss. If even Kaiba Seto couldn’t win, then losing to him was only natural.
Kira, on his end, could sense that Marik’s current strength hadn’t just stagnated since the DM era—it had actually regressed.
But that wasn’t surprising. Darkened villains get a triple power boost; purified, they weaken by a third. Back then, Marik was the antagonist, and most of the time, it was his alter ego doing the dueling. Now that the stand-in was permanently banned, Mr. Marik wasn’t like Yugi, hiding behind Atem like a pig pretending to be a tiger. Without the proxy, his true colors showed, and his strength naturally fell short.
Plus, his entire deck back then revolved around Winged Dragon of Ra. It wasn’t so much his deck’s strength as Winged Dragon of Ra’s raw power. Now without Winged Dragon of Ra, most of that power was gone. Among ordinary duelists, he was still a legendary expert, but competing with the gods at the pinnacle? Probably not anymore.
Marik said, "I’m starting to think that if it’s you, you might actually have a shot at subduing those Evil Gods."



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