The mist over the Blackwater Swamp was growing thinner by the moment, and more candidates were emerging from different directions.
To the candidates closing in, this scene was far too tempting.
A candidate who had just killed a field boss and already eliminated several others was a huge threat in the tournament.
No matter how you looked at it, this was the perfect time to strike.
Zich glanced at the candidates slowly spreading out around him and already understood what they were thinking. Snatch the supply crate, grab elimination points, take him out while he was weak. These were all perfectly reasonable judgments.
If he were in their shoes, he'd probably think the same way.
It just wasn't so pleasant when you were the one being targeted.
Just as the tension was about to snap, a flash of fire suddenly flared up from the other side of the mist. Several thin lines of flame skimmed across the ground, directly cutting off two candidates' approach to Zich.
