[BONUS]
With little HP and MP left while Roaring Tigers and Fighting Lamb were still in full health and had the number advantage, Ravaging Bull could do nothing but die without even taking a single one of their enemies. Even their Thief was slippery and annoying as hell.
The hundred guilds were quickly reduced to fifty, and there was no rest for the wicked as they were quickly matched to their next contender. The stage formed, piecing itself to the next while the players thinned in numbers until it had only fifty podiums.
The war raged on and crowds never stop shouting and cheering like there was no tomorrow.
On the other hand, Ren focused on the widescreen over the horizon showing the brackets of guilds. Black Lion, White Unicorn, and Ferocious Ravens were still on the board, as well as Golden Phoenix and Iron Roses. Too bad that Sleeping Dragon was already eliminated. Ren was hoping to kill them himself.