All of those that had been trying to support Gary from the stage, attacking from afar, had completely stopped, as they all bore witness to what had happened. Their attacks, every single one of them, were redirected, and all of them had hit Gary at the same time. The main culprit that had hit Gary though, was the golden beam of energy that Harvor had unleashed that was meant for Rickle, or at least it looked like it was meant for Rickle. It seemed like this was the plan of Harvor all along to use the power this way. "Haha, so that was the person you had hoped of defeating me?" Harvor said, as he stretched out a shadow claw, aiming to grab onto Rickle. Rickle jumped back and slashed the large sword, breaking through the shadow, but it did next to nothing. He then saw Harvor opening his mouth again, and several small beams were sent his way. Rickle jumped, moving from side to side, avoiding all of the beams, and lifting the sword up to his face, blocking the attack. "That sword is really starting to annoy me!" Harvor exclaimed. That’s when Rickle noticed several shadow portals in the air, all around pointed at him. Harvor opened his mouth and fired out the golden energy again, into the portals. Now they were coming from numerous directions, all heading for Rickle. Spinning his body, Rickle placed his hand on the ground. The floor beneath him lit up, and started to detach itself, forming a barrier made from the floor itself and the chairs around him. Rickle was using his odd power to do such a thing. Yet it wouldn’t help with the golden energy coming from each side, it would break through it with ease, unless he used the power of the sword. Rickle stabbed the sword into the ground. The area around him started to light up, and at the same time, the beams of golden energy hit the makeshift pillar. As they hit the outside, they did nothing. The beams didn’t break the pillar, they didn’t tear a hole through them, instead, it acted just like the sword, almost indestructible. Right after, Rickle pulled the sword out of the ground and sliced through the pillar himself and dashed forward. With one hand, he slashed out several red aura strikes heading straight for Harvor, who was able to block them all with his large shadow wing, while with the other hand, Rickle tried to attack again with the large sword. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 "That sword is no ordinary sword…" Harvor said. "It’s extremely annoying, extremely." On the ground, Gary was staring at the sky. At least this time when the last stand skill had auto-activated itself, he hadn’t passed out, he was still conscious, which meant he felt all of the pain. ’My last stand skill is still active… so I still have some time… but If I use my Shadow Ash Lycan form again, with one HP, will I just turn into ashes or what.’ "Gary… Gary!" A voice called out. When Gary lifted his head, he could see in front of him, Rickle and Harvor were fighting, it was moving down from the stands and was getting closer and closer to the edge of the arena. As for who was calling out his name, there were two, one of them Dean, and the other, was Kai who was right by his side. After seeing Gary hurt like that, he had ignored all hopes of hurting Harvor and just dashed to him, to check if he was okay. His father, Dean, was trying his best to reach him, but as he tried to move forward, he noticed several people dashing right past him and were now right by Gary’s side. "Boss, boss!" Park shouted as he slid across the floor on his knees. "Are you good, you’re good right? I think I can do something now, if I’m next to you, you should start feeling better." "Let me help as well," Marie said, as she transformed her hand. "I don’t know if it will work on you, but we have to try something!" Marie stabbed Gary right in his side, with her nails and started to inject her power into him. It was the boost of her Titan Vanguard form. At the same time, Gary could see Olvia was present as well. She didn’t say anything but just having her presence there, it was somewhat reassuring. "I think I might be going mad, but with you guys here, I do think I’m starting to feel a little better." [The effects of your pack are combining] [Healing has increased] [Targeting and Critical hits have increased] [Your resistance has grown] [The King Class Grade effect is in use] [You gain 1 percent additional strength, for every member of the pack that is within ten meters of the Pack leader] Gary could see it, his HP rising, his stats growing even stronger. ’This… it wasn’t even mentioned in the system… but what is going on?’ "Gary, we are the Howlers Gang, you aren’t the only one fighting in this," Kai said. "We do this together, and we’re going to do whatever we can to take him down. We’ll follow your lead." Slowly, Gary started to get up off the floor. His last stand skill still was in effect, it only had a short while left to work, and with the boosted stats though, could he do something? The fighting from Rickle and Harvor had pushed down even further, and they had reached the bottom floor. "That stupid damned sword!" Harvor shouted as he threw fist after fist, but each attack was being blocked. "You know, I thought with this sword, that I could change destiny," Rickle smiled as he continued to block the strikes. "But it seems like I can’t. I thought it might be because this is just an imitation of the real thing." "But I realized, I have never been able to change destiny on my own. I have never been enough, even with weapons and the people around that can do such things! So, I leave it all up to you!" Rickle then swung the sword out from his side, as he jumped back. The sword flew through the air, and crashed into the floor, right by Gary’s side. 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