Extreme Escape
Soren vanished into thin air before the hunters' eyes.
In broad daylight, without even blinking, the other person simply vanished!
Advanced Class Professional are extremely rare to the native inhabitants of this world, as they are as rare as Spellcaster. At least 90% of every 100 Advanced Class Professional are Warrior, with only about 1% being Spellcaster or special Advanced Class Professional. Warrior are always the mainstream among professionals because any race and any creature can potentially advance to become Warrior, and Warrior are the only innate profession that all races can choose.
The Gnoll, shrouded in darkness, couldn't determine what power Soren was using, but they were certain he had entered Stealth mode.
This undoubtedly made it quite wary!
If the opponent launches a desperate counterattack, it could very likely threaten its Hit Points.
Because it wasn't sure it could evade the strange, Supernatural Ability that appeared out of nowhere from the shadow behind it, it hesitated slightly, waiting for the others nearby to approach before moving forward. It lingered for a moment where Soren had disappeared, sniffing the bloodstains on the ground. The other person had suffered serious injuries, and it could track its target by the smell of blood. The tracks Soren left were shallow, but drops of blood were the most obvious traces.
150 points in Stealth skill.
Soren had completely blended into the shadows; he was no longer visible to the naked eye.
He chose a backlit spot and entered Stealth mode the moment he rushed out, disappearing from everyone's sight. Although Stealth is invisible to the naked eye, it still leaves traces. Soren dared not linger for a moment and moved swiftly into the shadows. His opponents couldn't see him with the naked eye, and if they were only relying on scent and bloodstains to track him, they wouldn't find him so quickly.
The Regeneration effect of 20 points of Superhuman Constitution has begun to take effect. The bleeding from Soren's wounds has gradually stopped.
Shouts from the hunters came from behind, and immediately, under the Gnoll's command, the other hunters scattered. Soren dared not move too obviously, as that would completely reveal his position. He moved forward at a moderate pace along the hard ground, making his footprints very inconspicuous.
Escaping by high-speed sprint is impossible!
His physical strength couldn't match these hunters, and because he was still wounded, he would be quickly overtaken by the enemy once his position was exposed, at which point he would truly be cornered. Hunters with a professional level of 15 or higher generally have a main attribute that is close to entering the Transcendent Realm. As high-level professionals below the Legendary level, they are completely different from the enemies that Soren had faced before.
While moving forward.
Soren was also assessing the most advantageous escape route. Hiding in the jungle was definitely not an option; the High Gnoll ' tracking abilities were too strong.
As long as the smell of blood remains, it's only a matter of time before it finds itself!
So, escaping would involve taking some risks.
He made a crazy decision; in fact, he had already made a crazy plan when he activated [Hide from Gaze].
Before Soren stood a cliff hundreds of meters high.
This is a natural fault line near the forest, with lush trees below and a small river faintly visible in the distance. Jumping from such a height would certainly be fatal. Even Constitution of 25 points wouldn't be enough to withstand it; the damage from a fall from such a height is staggering, and even Legendary Professional wouldn't have a high chance of survival.
Of course, Suoran wouldn't be so foolish as to jump down and then pray to Goddess of Fortune to be safe.
Even Goddess of Fortune might not be able to help!
He has never been one to gamble on luck; even if he were to take a chance, he would first make sure he had a good chance of winning.
Soren quickly found his target.
His expression was somewhat ferocious, perhaps because the risk was too great; his usual composure couldn't control his increasingly rapid heartbeat. Soren gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and then took out a grappling hook from his Bag of Holding. It was the very tool he had used to scale the City Wall of White Horse City and escape. He glanced intently at the bottom of the cliff. About a hundred meters below the ground, there was a small drop-off, with protruding rocks nearby, and a not-so-thick tree rooted in the ground. He silently calculated the location, then tied his cloak to his back. It looked like a rudimentary parachute, which could be deployed to slightly reduce the speed of his descent after jumping. He held the grappling hook in his right hand and a rope of twenty or thirty meters in his left.
After taking a deep breath, Soren suddenly jumped off the cliff, which was hundreds of meters high!
A fierce gust of wind swept in as the plane plummeted through the air.
The scenery before Soren's eyes was plummeting wildly. He pushed his Superhuman Dexterity and balance to the limit, and the cloak he had spread out slightly slowed his fall, but he was still plummeting rapidly. He strained to keep his eyes open and locked onto his target. After falling about two or three hundred meters, Soren suddenly swung the grappling hook in his hand.
Life and death hang in the balance in that instant!
The grappling hook struck the tree trunk the next moment, Constrict three times. The hook was secured to the branches, and the rope Soren had thrown out snapped taut. With the powerful force of the fall, the rope was also yanked from his palm, which was now a bloody mess. The grappling hook remained taut and straight on the tree trunk, and then, in the instant it absorbed the recoil from his fall, Soren's grip on the rope loosened slightly to release the force.
If he doesn't loosen his grip at all, the rope could snap.
This process of releasing the force only lasted two seconds and lasted for a 20-meter drop. Soren's palm, which was gripping the rope, gradually moved down, allowing the rope to break free from his grasp. At the same time, he used just the right amount of force to counteract his own downward force. The friction from the rapid fall made his palms bleed profusely, with his flesh sticking to the rope, and a faint trace of his hand bone could be seen!
The 20-meter distance absorbed a significant amount of force.
As the rope in his hands rapidly diminished, leaving only two or three meters of length, Soren suddenly wrapped his arms around it, and then the remaining force exploded at that moment! The rope sank instantly, the tree trunk above swayed, and then the recoil force abruptly stopped Soren's descent, causing him to fly upwards a little!
The tree trunk withstood the downward force.
The rope's impact was reduced due to friction, and it didn't break immediately. Soren's figure bounced back three to five meters due to the Polymorph of the tree trunk before falling a little more, but the force was much weaker.
He successfully dissipated the force and remained suspended in mid-air.
At this point, the distance to the ground was still over 100 meters; jumping from that height would almost certainly result in death.
Soren took a short breath to recover, allowing his arm, which had been injured from the fall, to heal. He also drank a Healing Potion. Then he began to gently swing the rope, gradually increasing the amplitude until it finally hit the rocks on the cliff face!
Clang!
A Dagger, gleaming coldly, pierced into the rock.
Soren's swaying body suddenly came to a stop in front of the cliff. He looked at the steep cliff, stepped on a protruding rock, gritted his teeth, and used his other bloodied hand to pull out a second Dagger, then plunged it into a spot next to him with all his might.
"Call!"
Soren exhaled a long breath, then slowly took a deep breath.
He untied the ropes binding him, stepped on protruding rocks less than three centimeters wide, and then, using the force of his Dagger piercing the mountain wall, slowly climbed down.
Amidst the clang, a burst of sparks erupted!
Soren's Dagger was nearing the point of breaking down, but he had already climbed dozens of meters down. There were more and more protruding rocks, and his descent speed was getting faster and faster. In some places, he could climb down directly. When he encountered places where there was no foothold, he used his Dagger to clear a path. He relied entirely on his explosive strength and the support of 20 points of Superhuman Constitution, using the [Sword Momentum - Heavy Chop] technique to thrust the Dagger into the rock wall to absorb the force.
The ground is getting closer and closer!
When the distance closed to about thirty meters, Soren slid down the steep mountainside. The friction of the fall aggravated his injuries, but after closing to a height of about ten meters, he jumped from a height of about three stories.
Bang!
Soren knelt down on one knee to dissipate the force. All the bones in his body felt like they were about to fall apart. He was injured all over his body, and his Hit Points was reduced to less than a quarter!
The accumulated bruises numbered nearly 30.
If it weren't for his Superhuman Constitution, he would probably have been exhausted long ago.
On the cliff.
The hunters appeared at the edge of the cliff. They had spotted Soren the moment he jumped, and in the next instant, they remembered this madman forever! Soren landed and looked up at them, his expression somewhat ferocious. Suddenly, he laughed as if he were acting crazy, and then it turned into a maniacal roar of laughter!
He was covered in blood and wounds, and the white bone of his hands was visible. His back was a bloody mess.
His injuries made him look like Devil, but he was certainly more powerful than any of them!
"I knew I wouldn't die here!"
Soren glanced at the cliff hundreds of meters high with murderous intent, then turned and fled into the distance without looking back.
One day!
He's going to get back double what he got today!!! (To be continued~^~)