She chuckled, "It's a pity we lost, otherwise we could've gotten double the rewards, now there's only a single potion left."
No one seemed to question it, as if the rule of the arena where losers had all rewards revoked was non-existent.
But when the basic power potion was handed to Bomb, the young man furrowed his brows and walked over to the man treating his wounds. Despite having defused most of the bomb's attack, the explosion's remnants had left him in a sorry state.
Feeling Bomb approaching, he raised his head warily, a fierce murderous intent pinning him down five meters away.
Bomb raised both his hands and then tossed over the basic power potion, "This should be yours."
The man hesitated when he took the potion, looking at the earnest face of the young man before him, a hint of friendliness shone in his eyes, "Thank you."
"I'm Bomb, a private of the Armed Train, what's your name?"
