Screams echoed as more people were reduced to dust. Most of these victims fell due to sneak attacks, while a few succumbed to the violent storm due to lack of strength.

"Damn it!" Machias cursed as he watched the people around him die one after another.

"What's wrong, Machias?" Adrian asked, looking at him.

"Don't you find these people despicable? We're from different teams, yes, but we’re all in this together. Why must we kill each other?" Machias said bitterly.

"In this together? Don't be silly, Machias. The path to becoming stronger is like rowing against the current. It's like fighting against a crowd of thousands to try to cross a single-plank bridge. If you don't clamor, don't eliminate others, you will be the one eliminated," Adrian said.

Though Adrian was reluctant to admit it, most fighters believed in this. There were plenty of fighters in this world, but the resources were scarce. Various factors such as natural talent, personal diligence, and the support of valuable re