For The Greater Good

At this point, no matter how much the Shield Tanks shouted, no one was going to make way for them!

Of course, no one would move aside—$100,000 was on the line. Even the guild leaders were yelling at the melee fighters to clear a path for the Shield Tanks, but their commands fell on deaf ears.

The crowd was too frenzied, too desperate for the bounty. A few who tried to follow orders found themselves pushed forward by the surging mass behind them, unable to break free.

Ethan, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. The last time he had fought like this was in Larson Basin, where he had led a five-man squad, including Slashblade, to wipe out an entire guild. But that had been guerrilla warfare—hit-and-run tactics. This was a full-on, head-to-head brawl.