The Elves felt like they had uncovered the truth behind Munir's one-hit kill of their comrade, and with excitement, they drew their bows and arrows to intercept him—such a talented Slave must not be allowed to escape!
In their hearts, they were certain Munir couldn't run, but that didn't stop them from acting cautiously and giving it their all!
Several sharp arrows flew out, tightly sealing off every part of Munir's body!
This time…
No matter which direction he moved toward, he would inevitably be struck!
Furthermore, one of the guards blew a bright green horn hanging at his waist.
Wooo~ wooo~
This was the alarm horn slaves used to summon other guards after escaping!
Suddenly, unrest stirred deep in the jungle!
Munir's eyes flickered slightly. Just now, a flood of messages flashed before him again:
[Congratulations on resisting an enemy and oppression! Resistance target: Elf (Killed)! Your bravery and rebellion are rewarded; you gained 1300 Class Experience!]
[Your level has risen to LV6! (1320/1200)]
[You received a unique God-Tier Class upgrade attribute bonus: All Attributes +10.]
[You triggered a rare extra reward: You extracted an ability from the Elf's soul—Jungle Skirmish Technique (common passive ability).]
[Jungle Skirmish Technique: You absorbed the fragmented soul of the Elven Guard, learning how they survive and fight in the jungle.]
With the prompt, a dense stream of information poured into Munir's mind.
He first confirmed one thing: indeed, the "God of Rebellion" skill requires resisting units stronger than himself to rapidly improve.
After leveling up twice in a row, the strength gap between him and the Elves wasn't as wide; killing one only granted about a thousand experience points, while earlier, just trading a punch with a guard had earned him 1000 experience!
That made sense… He couldn't just go find a swarm of ants hostile to him and level up casually, right?
Now he was satisfied; the attribute boost from the second upgrade meant he could completely crush the nearby guards!
Even more surprising to Munir was the rare skill reward triggered. He usually fought with sheer guts, which was enough in school, but in this Otherworld, that was definitely not enough!
Just now, the Elf chose not to dodge or evade his attack, allowing Munir to instantly kill him.
If the Elf had taken Munir seriously and defended or dodged, Munir would have been at a disadvantage instead.
With the help of Jungle Skirmish Technique, though it was only a common skill, it wouldn't turn Munir into a battle master overnight, but at least it gave him combat experience similar to the Elves'. This instantly saved him several years of practice!
What's more, the Elven Guard's Skirmish Technique was a skill developed by them for fighting in the jungle.
Munir's previous knowledge of wilderness survival was limited to some popular science videos, but now he had a solid grasp of jungle survival, identifying wild beasts, gathering food, finding campsites, and a whole series of related knowledge!
This would be an ability more useful than any other combat power boost; only with it could he survive after fleeing into the jungle.
Otherwise, even if he possessed a powerful God-Tier Class, if he couldn't find food or water alone in the wilderness, death would be his only path.
Munir's look of delight was interrupted by the sound of the Elves' horns.
He had been thinking of attacking a few more guards to earn some Class Experience for himself.
Now, Munir knew well he no longer had the luxury.
If he stayed any longer, he might be able to handle the few guards in front of him, but within the Elven Race, who knew what level of powerful beings they might send?
It was true he could grow stronger through rebellion, but what if he was killed instantly by those high-level existences before he even had a chance to resist?
Out of caution, Munir sprinted away without hesitation, fleeing into the woods, not even glancing back at the gravely wounded Helen—
"Better keep your life for now," Munir sneered coldly.
The students watched Munir's fleeing figure as if gazing at a god.
Unlike the Elves who assumed Munir was using illusions, the students looked at him with a hint of worship—he was really going to escape!
Earlier, the students had envied Munir's extraordinary talent, how much better he was doing in the Otherworld compared to themselves, but they could never envy someone who utterly crushed them—that was a being from another world entirely!
What unsettled the students, however, was that while they watched Munir with hopeful eyes, hoping for his successful escape, a few Elves nearby sneered coldly: "Don't let him get away!!"
The confidence in their tone made the students' hearts skip a beat, sensing something was wrong.
Sure enough, they saw several sharp arrows already about to strike around Munir. Someone gasped softly, quickly covering their mouth; some students' eyes revealed a trace of pity.
Only Helen, whose despairing expression shifted once again, slightly lifted his head—though he was lying prone, barely able to keep his head up steadily, he still stared intently ahead, seemingly unwilling to close his eyes without witnessing Munir pierced by arrows and pinned to the ground, punished harshly as a fleeing Slave.
Helen could never rest in peace!
"Close!" "He's going to be hit!" "Good!" he cheered inwardly.
The arrows were now less than a body length away from Munir!
Helen's eyes bulged with excitement, and the Elves sneered, ready to watch this Slave get struck.
The students, however, didn't react quickly enough and kept their previous expressions.
Yet…
At that very moment—
Whoosh!
Everyone's expressions froze.
Munir's figure flashed!
After leveling up again, his All Attributes increased by another 10 points, reaching a total of 65 in All Attributes, crushing every Elf present!
On top of that, with the boost from the Elven Guard's Jungle Skirmish Technique, his movement became remarkably smooth. With just a few subtle twists of his body, most of the arrows never even had a chance to hit him—they were easily dodged. The few arrows shooting straight ahead were also evaded as Munir twisted his waist.
Only the sound of arrows burying themselves into the soil could be heard.
Every attack missed completely!
Munir stepped lightly on the ground, his figure flickering, and just a few seconds later, he vanished without a trace—he had escaped in an instant!
Seeing Munir disappear deep into the woods, the entire area fell into a deathly silence!
"He really ran away, he actually succeeded!" Many students exchanged glances, shouting silently in their hearts, as if inspired, unable to hide a few hints of joy on their faces.
The Elves, however, looked extremely grim one by one, as gloomy as rain clouds ready to unleash a storm, all fixed intently on the depths of the forest.
"What kind of self-awakened class is this? First illusions, now speed…" The experienced guards still offered a reasonable explanation: Munir's awakened class must come with an exceptionally versatile set of abilities!
There was no way they could believe that Munir, who had just completed his self-awakening, already had higher agility than them.
That would be ridiculous.
Just as everyone wore confused and weird expressions, suddenly an out-of-place sharp scream rang out: "Impossible! How could he have escaped? What the hell are you all doing? How could you let him get away? Aren't you supposed to be strong?"
Helen, despite his severe injuries, shouted desperately and howled.
No one had paid attention to him before, but now his shouting provoked those Elves to suddenly turn their gaze and walk toward him.
Helen showed a few pleading expressions: "Great lords of the Elven Race, please go catch him! Bring Munir back! We can't let him escape. He must be punished severely, or else won't everyone else dare to run away too?" He shouted frantically.
A few members of the Elven Race indeed came over to Helen's side, but instead of listening to his words and rushing to capture Munir, they looked at him with pure disgust.
Helen was stunned: "W-What does this mean?" An Elf reached out and grabbed him.
Helen felt the pain in his wounds ease a bit, the suffering lessened considerably—he was being healed by the Elven Race's magical restoration. He felt much better.
Before he could feel happy for long, just as his body somewhat recovered, there was a crisp "smack" sound. His face was harshly slapped, leaving a red mark.