Every highly successful person is a maniac on a mission. Too much agreement kills a chat.
The man in the front called Dreamer a maniac.
And when the crowd saw the man's face, they caused another uproar.
"Sir Archie!" It was Archie. He also stood among the crowd and watched the fight between Dreamer and Quinn.
"What are you doing here? Stop your friend. He will die." A man said.
But Archie shook his head. "If he dies, he dies. He took this fight on his own."
"But the power diffe…"
Archie raised his hand. "Enough. Let's just enjoy the match."
The man shut his mouth and watched the fight.
Quinn was drowned in magma as Dreamer coursed through to catch him.
"This is annoying. How can you use this ability?" Quinn's voice came from beneath the magma.
Dreamer laughed. "Haha. Your Blue Blood can't do shit about me. I have Black Blood."
"Black Blood? What's that?" Quinn asked.
