Munir's tone remained gentle: "Right? Just beating you up once? That's simply not enough."
"To hit harder? My life would be ruined too. I thought for a long time and couldn't find a fair way, until… just now you told me this place is the Otherworld. Even if I kill someone here, it doesn't matter. Only then did I finally understand."
"Thank you, Helen. I feel much better now."
Munir wore an expression of gratitude.
"What… what do you understand?" Helen's voice was frighteningly small, trembling all over as he curled up, "No… no, don't… spare me… I beg you…"
"What do you think?" Munir asked back, reaching out to grasp Helen's neck, forcing him to meet his gaze.
Helen looked into the cold light in Munir's eyes and recalled the day the school bullies had been beaten by Munir until they were gnashing their teeth on the ground, and instantly shivered all over.
Munir was just waiting…
Waiting for a "fair" opportunity!
Now, that opportunity had come!
The answer was hidden in the words Helen had spoken earlier.
"Please spare me! I'm a Hidden Class. I can help you in the future! Really, I'm useful!" Helen's tears streamed down his face, urine mixing with dirt spreading beneath him: "I really know I was wrong… please give me a chance…"
Munir's expression was icy cold as he released his grip.
He originally intended to strike immediately, but found that under this death threat, Helen somehow gained extra potential and stubbornly retreated toward the edge of the clearing.
"Keeping this guy alive… might make it easier for me to escape." Munir's mind shifted, and he deliberately stepped forward slowly, forcing Helen to move in the direction of the forest.
Munir was furious inside but didn't forget his core goal: to escape from the hands of these Elven Guards.
Severely injured, Helen's physical strength was limited, and soon he collapsed to the ground, exhausted and weak.
Munir felt annoyed: "When life and death are at stake, how do you have the nerve to stop and rest?"
He charged forward and kicked hard.
Bang! Another brutal strike landed on Helen.
Munir grabbed Helen, swinging his arms left and right, slapping him repeatedly.
Helen's handsome face swelled up like a pig's head.
Then Munir threw him onto the grass, where Helen screamed in extreme pain and terror: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, spare me, spare me…"
Helen frantically backed away.
Munir followed slowly, occasionally delivering more kicks. For a while, the entire clearing was filled with Helen's cries and the sounds of Munir's attacks.
What disappointed Munir was that after severely wounding his opponent, the message flashing in his retina was—
[You successfully resisted and attacked your enemy, gaining 10 experience.]
[You successfully resisted and attacked your enemy, gaining 10 experience…]
It seemed impossible to grind experience once the opponent was completely unable to resist.
Fortunately, the 10 experience each time still added up, and Munir's experience bar rose by over 100 points!
Helen was in a miserable state, bruised all over with blood streaming down his face. The only thing he could do was to flee disgracefully, but no matter how he ran, he found no hope of escape.
"Enough. Your name is Munir, right?"
Two Elves standing relatively close had already come near Munir and Helen to intervene. Their attitude was fairly mild, but their tone carried a hint of undeniable authority. "Helen offended you before. It's fine if you taught him a lesson—we don't object—but he is, after all, a Hidden Class, and more importantly, one of our honored Slaves. Don't actually kill him."
A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of joy passed through Munir's eyes: only two guards came to stop him, which increased his chances of escape.
But for him to let Helen go? That was impossible.
Seeing the two Elves approaching nearby, Munir directly grabbed Helen by the collar.
"Wait, I told you to stop. Didn't you hear me?" The Elf's tone suddenly grew colder. For a Slave of such value, they would be a little kinder, but that didn't mean a Slave could act recklessly when their master spoke. Otherwise, how could they keep order?
Their gaze and tone instantly turned extremely cold.
Helen, severely injured and dazed, saw the Elves seemingly trying to stop Munir from attacking him. A flicker of hope flashed in his eyes, and he grew extremely surprised. Trembling, he spoke: "Stop! Munir, do you want to die? How dare you defy the Elven Race elders? They've told you to stop, and you still dare to go mad here? I'm telling you, if you hurt me, don't expect to live!"
A wave of courage rose in Helen's heart as he shouted hoarsely.
Perhaps realizing that the feud between himself and Munir was too deep for any reconciliation, Helen threatened coldly: "You won't kill me today! I am a Hidden Class and will only grow stronger. The pain you cause me today, I will repay you a hundredfold. Munir, remember this! I will double the pain you give me!"
His tone was venomous as he repeated the threat, clearly convinced Munir was doomed.
Even if Munir's strength was slightly greater, as the Elves said, with his self-awakened class, who could really resist the Elven Race elders?
If he still dared to lay hands on Helen, Munir was finished!
The many students around watching the scene inexplicably felt relieved.
Helen's reputation wasn't so bad after all. Seeing him nearly beaten to death, the students couldn't help but feel a little sympathy.
Munir had gotten some revenge, and the Elves were now stepping in to stop things—that was good. They were all classmates; it was best if nobody died.
The Elves said nothing, looking at Munir with stern eyes. They felt no need to say more.
They also did not believe this summoned Divine Gifted would really defy them.
Even if Munir was a very powerful Hidden Class, gaining over 10 points to all attributes without leveling up, the regular professions like "Guardian" or "Archer" that they held could gain 3 to 4 points to all attributes per level!
These guards were seasoned professionals, some at level ten or higher, with total attributes reaching forty to fifty, even sixty points, enough to utterly crush him.
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Even though Munir was recklessly bold, he wouldn't dare to defy the others—wasn't that just asking for death?
But unexpectedly, bam—another muffled thud! Helen was lifted into the air by Munir, punched hard, and flew backward, crashing heavily against a tree trunk as thick as a bowl near the edge of the clearing.
The tree trunk cracked on impact, and Helen collapsed to the ground, wailing in pain, pink blood frothing from his mouth.
His internal organs were severely damaged.
In his previous life before crossing over, such an injury would have been fatal. Now, relying on the physical resilience granted by his Hidden Class, Helen barely held on, but his life force was rapidly draining away.
At that moment, all the students froze.
Munir was insane?! Not only had he nearly killed Helen, but he had also unbelievably ignored the Elves' orders!
"Picking on Helen is one thing, but to provoke the Elven Race's elites? He's completely lost it!" someone whispered in disbelief.
Despite his severe injuries, Helen roared defiantly with the vitality of his Hidden Class: "You're doomed! How dare you defy the Elven Race elders? They will never let you go!"
He coughed violently, feeling death closing in, cursing Munir like a madman.
But Helen never expected the Elves to hold back.
Although somewhat annoyed, the Elves restrained their tone: "Enough, that's enough. He's almost beaten you to death. Stop now. Sign the Slave contract, and we can pretend nothing happened."
Helen was stunned, looking at the guards with disbelief: "How… how can you do this? I'm an honored Slave, aren't I? You don't care if I live or die? After what he's done to me, you still want to let him go? What a joke!"
"Shut up!" several guards glared fiercely. "Wasn't it you who offended him first? Stop yelling. We can treat your injuries. From now on, Munir will be managing your batch of Divine Gifted."
"What did you say? Let him manage us?" Helen felt as if he had fallen into an icy pit.
He never imagined that the Elven Race, his long-trusted backing, would not punish Munir but instead hand him over to his enemy's control… Wouldn't that mean he had no place left to die in peace?
The students watching were stunned, dumbfounded, staring at Munir in disbelief.
They never expected Munir's talent to be so exalted.
Even Helen, the honored Slave valued by the Elven Race, was treated casually—hit or killed on a whim.
Munir was truly… rising!!