Seeing the incoming attacks land on him, Ethan curled his lips in disdain. He had already anticipated this outcome. Otherwise, what was the point of investing so many points into Stamina? What was the point of equipping high-tier Silver and Bronze gear? Did these players, clad in Common gear with the occasional Black Iron piece, seriously think they could harm him? Where did they get such confidence?
Noticing that most of them had already turned gray-named, Ethan leisurely pulled out his dagger, activated Haste, and dashed toward the Archers and Mages who had attacked him with an almost unbelievable speed.
"Fall back!"
Someone shouted, but it was utterly useless. Ethan's speed was something they simply couldn't match. He dove straight into the enemy ranks like a wolf among sheep, cutting down players with a single strike. His attacks dealt over 1,000 damage per hit, instantly turning these fragile Archers and Mages into white light before the poison effect could even trigger.
