Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

But Jason raised his hand and grabbed it, stuffing it directly into his mouth.

Crunch, crunch.

The sound of chewing rose again.

Moments later, residues were spat out once more.

[Consumed Sharpness Spike Cluster!]

[Physical Strength, Jing greatly recovered!]

[Fullness +30!] Nôv(el)B\\jnn

[Fullness: 310]

...

At this moment, Jason’s fullness had reached an unprecedented peak, a whole 103 lives, significantly increasing his sense of security, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Phew!

Jason took a deep breath.

Turning around, he looked at the ’human’ who didn’t bother to hide their footsteps.

From appearances, the other was at least human.

About thirty years old, black hair, gray pupils, olive skin, with a height similar to Jason’s but not as robust. However, the individual was covered in an abundance of mysterious and obscure patterns.

The other’s face showed excitement as they looked at Jason.

"A strong one!"

"Let us dance!"

A somewhat indistinct voice came from the other’s throat.

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The individual seemed to be in a somewhat confused state.

Approaching Jason was simply because they were attracted by Jason’s aura.

Jason watched the other, his nostrils flaring continuously.

His eyes, too, revealed a certain excitement.

"All right!"

Jason nodded his head.

As soon as Jason nodded, the man with obscure patterns vanished on the spot and reappeared in front of Jason, now holding a sharp blade in his hand.

He slashed straight at Jason’s neck.

Jason raised his arm.

Clang!

An arm capable of withstanding explosive-level defenses blocked such a slash, but as the blade slid down, sparks flew and the edge cut into Jason’s forearm.

However, Jason didn’t care at all, grabbed the wrist of the knife-wielding man with one hand, and with his other hand wielding a broad-bladed hatchet, he recklessly chopped at the other’s neck.

Clang!

Another sharp blade appeared in the man’s hand, blocking the broad-bladed hatchet.

Up close, Jason was certain the other had drawn the blade from some kind of ’space.’

An unknown storage space?

Jason thought to himself, with his actions showing no sign of stopping, as he headbutted the other.

The man covered in mysterious patterns clearly had the same idea.

Almost at the same moment, he raised his head and rammed it toward Jason.

Bang!

Without any embellishment, their heads collided, and in the silent noise, both recoiled backward under the reactionary force.

But at this time, Jason’s hand was still gripping the other’s wrist.

Though it was only a momentary exchange, the other’s disappearing speed indicated to Jason that the opponent was faster than him!

If the other used their speed advantage, their battle would inevitably fall into desperation. In such a ’abnormal’ battlefield, quick resolution was key to victory.

What about a 1VS1 situation?

Jason chose the same approach.

To engage the enemy where he was weakest when one could use the most direct means to resolve them would seem like a delusional act on Jason’s part if he were starved out of his wits.

Leaning back, his legs exerted strength, his calf muscles tensed, and with support from the thighs and waist, like a spring in reflex, Jason used force on his wrist, pulling the other back, as his head rammed into the opponent once more, meanwhile, his hatchet guarded against the other’s blade.

The man seemed to adore such combat; his blade didn’t attack again, simply colliding with Jason.

Bang!

Once again.

Then came the third time, fourth time, fifth time.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Nothing but such dull thuds remained on the street where they stood.

And the speed was increasing.

At first, one could clearly discern each sound, but soon they became a continuous sequence, like a drumbeat played by several people.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Such sounds lasted for several minutes.

The man’s forehead and face had already caved in, and his eyes had long been shattered.

Only the will to fight was keeping him going.

Jason was similarly afflicted, perhaps even more so.

He could no longer feel his nose.

But, Jason didn’t care!

He, who possessed extraordinary Talent!

Just after another breath, Jason, having sustained a ’fatal wound,’ returned to his original state instantly.

Then came another headbutt.

Splat!

There was no thud this time, only the sound of something like a watermelon shattering.

The head of the man before him had broken apart.

But the body did not fall. Instead, the remains turned to dust at a visible rate.

Jason shook his head.

Fatal wounds could be treated, but a sense of dizziness persisted.

However, this didn’t prevent Jason from taking steps in pursuit of the scent of ’food.’

The man had carried such a scent, and Jason stumbled down the alleyway of the street, where he encountered a stone cubic structure.

It looked somewhat like a coffin, carved with unknown patterns.

A chain was wrapped around it, looking both like a restraint and a protection.

Jason didn’t hesitate and approached the ’coffin.’

And just as he got close, an odd voice emerged from behind—

"I witness; I record."

Splat!

Following the voice, a metallic palm penetrated Jason’s chest.