Human desire was the greatest driving force.
The instant that unknown person spoke up to "remind" them, almost everyone eyed Tony and the others with red-eyed greed.
After eliminating Tony and the others, just how likely were they to defeat opponent after opponent and successfully become one of the final hundred?
And after successfully entering the game, how likely were they to make the top three and obtain a Special-Grade Blind Box?
None of that entered their considerations.
They cared about only one thing: if they used their collective strength to eliminate these overwhelmingly powerful enemies now, their own chances of success would improve a little.
Yes, a mere sliver of possibility was enough for them to take a gamble.
And every one of them knew that surrounding and attacking these people would come at an enormous cost. That Forest of Thunder just now had made that clear enough, wiping out ten thousand superhumans in an instant.
Nor did they know whether the others had skills of the same caliber.
Yet they had this inexplicable confidence that they absolutely would not be among those who paid the price.
They could even take the opportunity to use the Avengers to thin out some of their competitors.
What they failed to notice, however, was that some of the clearheaded people had already backed away.
That even included the person who had just spoken up to "remind" them.
Heh, how the hell were they supposed to fight those monsters?
How many of you would survive a single skill from them?
Meanwhile, Tony watched with a pained expression as the superhumans slowly surrounded them like a pack of wolves.
"Say, don't these people know fear? Didn't they see how powerful that skill of mine was?" Tony said with a grimace.
Shouldn't they have been