The power of Gungenmir meat

When Xiliu saw that his second throwing knife had missed Owl, he immediately cursed under his breath. Refusing to give up, he drew another knife and hurled it, only for Owl to dodge it just as easily.

"Stop wasting throwing knives. That brat is no ordinary kid. His stamina is absurd. Save your strength," the slave traders' leader advised, already panting a little as he spoke.

He had the worst stamina of the four. Owl had been eating all sorts of rabbit and squirrel meat lately. Although his overall strength fell short of Donggu's, he was confident he could outrun anyone in the slave-trading band.

After all, he was light, yet possessed the strength of an adult and extraordinary endurance. Running hardly took any effort at all.

It was like a fat man running against a thin man: the thin man would certainly expend less effort.

At that moment, the slave traders were the fat men, while Owl was the thin one.

After advising Xiliu, the slave traders' leader suddenly changed direction and called to the other two, "This way! Follow me!"

Earlier, while fleeing the Insect Men, he had escaped into the woods and stumbled upon an underground cave. Its tunnels branched in every direction. Not knowing what lurked inside, he had not dared venture too deep, merely hiding behind a rock until enough time had passed before leaving.

Now, however, entering that cave offered their only thread of hope. He could think of nowhere else that might let them escape the Monster Bear's jaws. Even knowing the cave might not be safe, he had no choice but to take the gamble.

The four sprinted one behind another, passing through stretch after stretch of woodland. Finally, just as the Monster Bear was about to catch Owl, all four charged