"With everyone focused on eliminating their competitors as soon as possible, he's already far ahead of everyone else. However, speed isn't a winning strategy in this kind of test."
Nirvana, standing beside him with her silver mask gleaming in the moonlight, nodded in agreement but remained silent.
Her team of five bronze-masked subordinates subtly shifted into formation around Martin, their combat stances ready.
They didn't join the fray but watched the unfolding chaos with calm detachment, their eyes constantly scanning the battlefield for any signs of danger.
The violence on the beach grew more intense by the second. One burly man, covered in tattoos, swung a massive piece of driftwood like a club, knocking two participants to the ground with a single blow.
His grin was savage as he turned to find his next victim, only to be blindsided by a much smaller woman who drove a sharpened rock into his side, causing him to bellow in pain.
