Munir was stunned for a moment or two, never expecting the Elven Race to treat him so well.
Helen looked even more desperate, lying on the ground with a hateful expression.
Soon, his face grew even more terrified—Helen realized that although he was already beaten half to death, Munir still wouldn't let him go and was walking straight toward him.
"W-what do you want to do..." he said weakly, his eyes filled with extreme fear.
The Elves couldn't stand it any longer: "Munir, our patience has limits. Don't go too far!"
Before their words even finished, a powerful aura suddenly radiated from them, pressing down so heavily that the students present trembled all over.
Munir was slightly taken aback, but after leveling up to 3 and gaining 30 All Attributes points, he actually didn't feel much pressure facing these Elves.
Obviously, they were stronger than him, but only to a limited extent.
"Could this be the blessing of the only God-Tier Class?" he thought.
But at this moment, how could he possibly stop?
Munir had always planned to use the chance of killing Helen to escape, so he not only didn't stop but instead pushed forward with full speed.
"D-don't come closer!" Helen screamed in panic, instantly regretting his harsh words earlier.
Who would have thought that Munir's murderous intent toward him would be so intense?
The irritated Elves finally took action: "Didn't you hear us tell you to stop? Looks like we really need to teach you some manners!"
With that, they burst forward with terrifying power, rushing at Munir at incredible speed.
The surrounding students were stunned: "Why is Munir so stubborn? Why is his grudge so deep? He's talented and valued, doesn't have to be like us Slaves. Even if respected, he shouldn't dare defy the Elven Guards! They just need to punish him a little, and he wouldn't stand it—what's the point?"
Many people's eyes gleamed with schadenfreude—Munir was destined to rise above them, but seeing him take a hit gave them a strange satisfaction.
Helen fixed his gaze on the guards' speed, which was far faster than Munir's, and hope flared in his eyes: "Yes, yes! Save me, Elven Race elders, save me!"
He glanced at Munir out of the corner of his eye, a trace of malice flashing—though he might never punish Munir in the future, at least for now he could watch him suffer misfortune!
"Bastards of the Elven Race, how can you stand Munir ignoring you like this? Beat him hard! Beat him until he's bleeding and broken all over, let him know what pain really is!" Helen's dark thoughts surged, his gaze filled with eager anticipation.
He saw that several Elves farther away showed no sign of acting, but the two guards who had come earlier to restrain Munir were now sprinting furiously, rapidly closing the distance.
Soon, they were only a few steps from Munir.
Then two steps.
One step.
They were about to reach Munir!
Helen couldn't help but smile—Munir was finally going to be unlucky!
But he never expected that with a "swish," a blur passed by—Munir's speed was unbelievably fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was already right in front of Helen.
Helen didn't have time to think about how Munir could be that fast; the smile on his face instantly froze, replaced by unease and fear—he trembled all over as he realized he was probably about to get seriously hurt again!
Having already been beaten half to death just moments ago, if he took another hard hit now, he might die on the spot!
The strange scene stunned the watching students and the two Elves.
The students were confused—Munir was so fast that even the Elven Race couldn't catch him? How was that possible?
"What's going on with Munir? Could it be that his awakened class is an agility-type Hidden Class?" The guards, experienced and knowledgeable, barely offered this explanation.
As they stared at Munir rushing beside Helen, they shouted fiercely, "How dare you!"
The two guards were burning with anger, knowing they were too late to stop him!
In their minds, the image of Munir killing Helen already appeared—they were thinking of how to punish this "talented but disobedient Slave"—only to be shocked to find—
Pat, pat, pat, pat—
Light footsteps sounded as Munir actually leapt over Helen and sprinted wildly toward the forest!
He had no intention of continuing revenge; in his eyes burned only a desperate thirst for freedom!!
Escape!
He had to get away!!
As long as he didn't become a Slave, relying on his unique God-Tier Class, he would definitely become stronger!
Helen?
The Elven Race?
He would settle accounts with them all later!!
"Damn! We've been tricked! Fooled by this kid!"
The two guards were furious.
Several other guards who had been idling suddenly rushed toward Munir as well.
Munir started running first, gaining an initial lead, but his attributes were still inferior to the Elves'.
Within seconds, a guard in the lead caught up with him.
The guard had already drawn his bladed long knife and swung it at Munir.
He didn't care if this strike seriously injured the talented Slave; as long as he could capture him first, he could slowly treat him afterward.
This scene, reflected in the eyes of the students and Helen, left them stunned but deeply moved.
The ordinary students roughly understood now—Munir wasn't trying to take revenge on Helen at all; he was fighting for freedom, to avoid becoming a Slave.
Some even felt a bit of respect for him—Munir's actions were undoubtedly self-inflicted trouble—how could he outrun such powerful Elven Race members?
Knowing this, he still gave it his all. Many male students couldn't help but show a flicker of admiration and respect in their eyes.
But admiration aside, they still sighed internally: defying the Elves again, attempting to escape—no matter how talented Munir was, he was probably heading for serious trouble.
Only Helen's eyes shone with wild joy. "Yes, yes, yes, you should run away, Munir! You're truly a 'genius,' just as expected of you!" Even severely injured, his mood brightened greatly.
In his view, Munir had chosen the "most foolish" path—this calculated escape attempt. Helen didn't believe the Elven Race would let Munir govern them. Munir would definitely be punished harshly, and worse… in the future, it might be him, the "honorary Slave," watching over Munir!
Because of Munir's talent, Helen knew he couldn't really kill him, but as a caretaker, being able to constantly humiliate the other was enough.
"All right, all right, this is great!" Helen smiled.
Just as he expected, with that Elf's sword strike, Munir sidestepped and wasn't cut, even returning a punch. But how could his fist hurt a guard with higher attributes?
His punch landed on the Elf with a "pat" sound, causing the Elf to step back half a pace, yet he could still keep chasing.
The students' eyes dimmed—they had known from the start that Munir couldn't successfully escape, but seeing his failure with their own eyes still brought a sorrowful sadness, like the pain of a dying rabbit or fox.
No one wanted to become a Slave. Munir's actions were a secret hope deep in their hearts.
But in that fleeting moment, no one noticed: why was that Elf pushed back a step? Was Munir, someone who had just awakened a class,'s burst of combat power too exaggerated?
Even the guard himself didn't think much about it, just continuing forward with a sinister smile on his face. This time, he swung his blade directly at Munir's lower leg. If it connected, it could likely sever Munir's entire leg!
Not far away, several Elves bent their bows and drew arrows—they had calculated Munir's speed and shot ahead of him.
Even if Munir narrowly avoided the Elf's blade, he would definitely be hit by the arrow tips, pinned to the ground.
It was clearly a dead end.
Munir couldn't escape!!
The guards' eyes carried cold sneers; Helen's eyes gleamed with delight.
The students silently bowed their heads.
They knew that this "ruthless guy," famous throughout Sea City Middle School, was indeed ruthless! Others dared not run away, but he did! Impressive!!
Respect!
But that was where it ended...
No one knew, however, that Munir's eyes suddenly lit up with a flood of dense information:
[Congratulations on resisting a powerful enemy and oppression! Opponent: Elf. Your bravery and rebellion have been rewarded; you gained 1,000 Class Experience!]
[Your level has increased to LV4! (1120/400)]
[Your level has increased to LV5! (720/700)]
[You have received two attribute bonuses from the unique God-Tier Class upgrade, All Attributes +20!]
[You have acquired a professional skill: Wrath of Rebellion.]
The data stream boiled across his retinas, and Munir felt a scorching power surge from his spine to his limbs.