Zain stood there, covered in blood. Parts of it were dripping on the floor. It was an unusual scene for the crowd, and rather than breaking out in cheers as such, the image of him with the blood sword in his hand was rather frightening.
The blood sword broke apart while in Zain's hand and turned into nothing but small red particles that fell to the floor like dust. The same had happened to the rest of the blood weapons that Anna had created.
"It's a good thing I decided to finish that match quickly."
Once again, the first person to start clapping was from above, on the second floor, but it wasn't the woman. Instead, it was the older man with the mask on his face, the one that Quinn assumed was the leader of the Dark Zombies.
Soon, everyone started to clap, but there were, of course, those who refused to, upset that they had lost big time on this bet.
