The two of us met each other hundreds of times in an instant when you came and I met, and they even split the autumn color in an instant. Unexpectedly, this dreamer really had two brushes.

I punched hard, and just then Dream Devil punched hard at me, and we hit each other with our fists, which caused a hurricane.

Both of us involuntarily retreated a few steps. The Dream Devil seemed more surprised than me. He looked at me in surprise and said, "Good boy, who are you? There are absolutely no more than three people in the fifth city who can tie with me!"

I gave a sneer...