Munir felt the intense pain from his wounds fade into the distance — [Unyielding Heart]'s passive effect had kicked in, reducing the pain by 80%. Combined with his boosted attributes, the slash on his arm no longer affected him at all!
He turned his head to look at the approaching guard, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
A flood of dense information poured into Munir's mind — it was the effect of the newly awakened skill [Wrath of Rebellion]!
[Wrath of Rebellion](Exclusive Skill): The God of Rebellion can gather their own fury to launch a counterattack against enemies.
[The next attack deals double damage, and if facing an oppressor or hostile person, it triggers the God of Rebellion trait, further increasing total damage by 100%.
This ability can be triggered by normal attacks, ranged attacks, or other skills.]
[Cost: Moderate stamina and inner rage.]
Munir's eyes flickered slightly; in a brief instant, he understood the effect of this skill — the next attack deals double damage, and if the target is an oppressor like the Elf before him, it triggers quadruple damage.
Simple and brutal!
Munir didn't know if this 4x damage was strong or weak in the Otherworld, but a realization struck him: this [Wrath of Rebellion] could stack on any skill.
Therefore, the value of this move was absolutely terrifying!!!
Even if he couldn't trigger the quadruple damage, his future skills could still deal double damage — wasn't that overpowered?!
No wonder it was the ability awakened by the unique God-Tier Class.
Joy swelled in Munir's heart.
He knew the situation before him had already reversed!
With the boost of twenty attribute points and the enhancement of the new skill, Munir's strength had already surpassed the Elf who had come chasing him!
He suddenly turned around!
Amid the students' gasps, Helen's malicious gaze, and the guards' mocking smiles.
First came a muffled "bang," as the foremost guard chasing Munir stomped so hard the ground dented slightly — his next attack would be extremely fierce!
At the same time, several arrows pierced in from behind, swiftly closing in on Munir's body.
Everything seemed about to settle.
But Munir focused and gathered his strength; the faint purple flames of [Wrath of Rebellion] burned on his arms and in his eyes!
This scene looked quite imposing.
Only no one cared — Helen's recently awakened Hidden Class also had skills, so to the Elf and others, Munir having a skill was perfectly normal. So what?
The difference in attributes would soon teach him what despair truly meant!
Cautiously, the Elf also gathered a bit of power and unleashed the professional skill he learned at level 15, [Arc Flash Slash], which greatly increased his attack speed and added extra damage based on his agility attribute.
This boost increased the damage output of this skill by over 60%!
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"Kneel!" A cruel glint appeared in the Elf's eyes, as if he was imagining the gruesome scene of this runaway Slave having his limbs severed by his blade.
At that very moment, Munir swung his fist forward to strike.
No one paid much attention to the move at first; the few Elves behind clicked their tongues—they were a bit speechless that this guy actually turned around to fight back...
Because Munir's turn meant all the arrows they had fired were now shooting into empty air!
A clear "tut tut tut tut tut" rang out as the arrows embedded themselves into the dirt and rocks, the feathers on their tails still trembling.
Others showed a hint of disbelief in their eyes, as if witnessing something impossible—Munir had gone mad. Not only did he refuse to run away, but he even dared to strike back?!
Especially when they saw his fist heading straight for the Elf's blade, some timid students covered their eyes, unable to watch any longer.
They felt that if they kept looking, they might witness the bloody sight of Munir's entire arm being chopped off.
Only Helen still stared wide-eyed, obsessively fixated on the scene, unwilling to miss a single detail.
"Good! Good!"
"Die!" Helen shouted in his heart.
The next second, the blade and fist met, and the sound of "crack crack crack" shattered the air—this was exactly what everyone expected. How could flesh and blood stand against steel?
Munir was just someone who had recently awakened his class; how could he possibly compete with an Elf?
Wait!
Everyone suddenly felt something was off. If it was Munir's arm being chopped to pieces, the sound shouldn't be "crack crack."
Amid the astonished gazes of all, a bizarre scene unfolded—the cracking sound was actually coming from the Elf's blade!
Earlier, empowered by his skill, the guard's body had flashed as he slashed, but his blade was effortlessly shattered before Munir's fist!
First, the blade was scorched and pulverized by the purple-gold flames burning around Munir's fist, and then the blade itself was smashed into pieces by Munir's punch!
As the blade shattered, the terrifying aura bursting from Munir did not diminish in the slightest. Like ignited gunpowder, his punch blasted against the Elf's chest with a booming "bang"!
The penetrating force of his fist even sparked a purple flame behind the Elf's back, piercing straight through his ribs.
The Elf's own eyes widened in horror; what he spat out was not blood, but a kind of burnt, smoky mist. His body trembled and then collapsed to his knees, followed by a heavy thud as he fell flat on the ground.
In those last few seconds before he fell, everyone could clearly see—this Elf, known among the students as incredibly powerful, recognized by many Elven Guards as a skilled warrior at level fifteen, was supposed to be untouchable. Even if an ordinary Slave awakened any class, they wouldn't be able to harm him at all—he would crush them with ease...
Yet here he was, killed by a single punch from Munir!
How was that possible?
Everyone's faces showed utter shock.
They had truly never imagined a situation like this could occur.
Even the students who watched Munir run away, secretly hoping he could actually escape and bring them a glimmer of hope, thought the best possible outcome was just Munir barely dodging the guards' attacks and getting away alive.
How… did he even manage to kill someone in return??
This scene felt utterly unreasonable and exaggerated to the students!
Was Munir even human? Everyone here was supposed to be Divine Gifted, so how was he so overwhelmingly powerful compared to the rest?
Helen was especially dumbfounded, his eyes wide open in disbelief. In an instant, his emotions swung from extreme joy to a mental breakdown, and now he felt unbearably miserable.
Already severely injured, he even spat a mouthful of fresh blood, muttering over and over: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, it's fake… I don't believe it… I must still be half-asleep… I'm not even in some Otherworld, I'm still lying in bed…"
In utter despair and mental collapse, Helen began rambling nonsense.
He felt like he must be trapped in a nightmare—otherwise, how could he witness such a terrifying scene? He and Munir had crossed over together; Helen merely activated a Hidden Class, while Munir's awakened ability was unknown—but right from the start, he was utterly crushing the powerful Elven Race!
How else could this not be a hallucination?
Helen would rather suffer himself than accept that Munir was having such an easy time!
His anger surged violently, his vision darkening, coughing up blood repeatedly. If not for the life-force enhancement brought by his awakened Hidden Class sustaining him, he might have died on the spot from the shock.
Even the Elves present showed similarly strange expressions—disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.
Of course, except for the Elven Guard who had directly attacked Munir and now had his heart crushed by Munir's punch—his expression was peaceful now.
"This, this can't be! What a joke. Could it be that this Divine Gifted one awakened an illusion-type ability?"
The guards, more experienced, unlike the students who were just stunned and shocked, quickly offered an explanation for Munir's power.
After all, they believed being "misled by an illusion" was more reasonable than "being instantly killed by a newly self-awakened person."
Someone who just completed self-awakening killing a level-fifteen Elf in an instant? That was just too ridiculous!
With this "reasonable" explanation, the guards' expressions somewhat returned to normal.
In their eyes, a mix of caution toward Munir arose, along with a hidden admiration for this "genius" — a Slave from another world with such talent, if he could be put to use by the Elven Race, would surely be a great asset!