Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

He could come back to life once more.

As for Jason?

Thinking of this formidable opponent, the colossal body trembled, and he immediately used his perception to search the surroundings.

But... Jason had disappeared!

Or more accurately, his perception could not lock onto Jason!

Instantly, the hairs on the colossal body stood on end.

The strike he had just experienced made it clear that Jason was indeed capable of harming this body; if Jason were to strike at his vital spot while he was unguarded...

Almost subconsciously, his whole body began to tremble.

Then, he began to retreat at an even faster pace.

But, as before...

It was too late.

The sword light flashed beneath the colossal body.

"Ahh!!!!!!"

A scream, many times more miserable than before, bellowed from the mouth of the colossal body.

The hands that should have been clutching its neck naturally covered below instead.

Flesh blurred.

Severed at the root.

Excruciating pain!

Indescribably severe pain!

Thump!

The colossal body fell to the ground, its entire body convulsing.

Blood spurted out from both the neck and below.

In no time at all, a lake of fresh blood formed beneath him.

And the screams continued without end.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Jason!"

"I will kill you! Kill you!"

The roars of the colossal body echoed throughout the enclosed space, like thunder.

At this moment, the colossal body felt not only humiliated but utterly trampled.

A trampling that, as a man, could not be endured by any means.

Under such circumstances, the colossal body fought desperately without hesitation.

Hiss!

Hiss, hiss!

The lake of blood on the ground quickly evaporated into a red mist, filling the entire enclosed space, while more fresh blood flowed from the two wounds on the colossal body, contributing to it.

Two breaths!

The faint blood-red within the enclosed space turned a rich red.

The crimson seemed to burn.

It was like boiling water, constantly rolling, boiling.

"Die! Die!"

The colossal body deliriously muttered.

This was not a capability of this body.

It was the Blood Burning Technique, a secret technique learned from the memories of 'their' Leader.

A secret technique that burns one's own blood to gain greater strength.

Under the modifications of 'their' Leader, while retaining the original basis, it also allowed the blood that spilled out to burn and corrode 'living beings', a bizarre technique.

The more potent the blood, the better the effect.

And when such a technique was used with the colossal body's blood...

Death!

Death again and again!

A series of deaths!

As the mist before his eyes turned crimson and began to boil, Jason died instantaneously ten times.

Pain!

Pain all over his body as if being sliced by a thousand knives, causing Jason's eyes to bulge with blood.

However, this did not impede Jason from slowly gathering his strength, step by step moving forward.

According to his previous plan, there was still a third sword strike.

This sword strike would be the fatal one!

The first sword slit the throat.

The second sword scooped the moon.

All for the strike of the third sword!

But he had not anticipated that the colossal body possessed such a secret technique.

In just three seconds of gathering strength.

Jason had died over a hundred times in this boiling blood.

But what did that matter?

It was just a hundred times!

After all, this was Jason with 800 lives!

Just now, although the taste was rather bland, his satiety had been continually increasing from the original 1610 rapidly to 2700 points, and even after dying a hundred times, it was still as high as 2400 points.

Even the Excitement of Feast reached 15 points at that moment.

Unlike the initial time where he took a bite at each Excitement of Feast.

Later, for the sake of combat, Jason simply couldn't eat a complete serving of Ersulk, which seemed like 'tooth carving' for a long time, but it was far less satisfying than a completely fulfilling bite.

Because, at that time, what mattered most to Jason was speed, to not be caught by the colossal body.

Thus, it was merely 'tasting'.

But for Jason, it was still a considerable gain.

However...

The most crucial bite had yet to come.

When he came to the wailing colossal body, seeing its mouth opened wide due to wailing,

Jason leapt in without hesitation.

Then—

Buzz!

The glow of the Chen Xi Sword twinkled inside the colossal body's mouth.

Not slashing forward.

Nor downward.

But... upwards!

The sharp Chen Xi Sword pierced straight up, penetrating the upper gums of the colossal body, breaking through layers of cartilage, stabbing towards the colossal body's... brain!

The miserable howl abruptly ceased.

Everything stopped at that moment.

The colossal body's eyes widened tremendously.

Shock! Surprise!

Disbelief!

How could this be possible?

How could Jason still be alive under the Blood Burning Technique?

After dying a hundred times, how could he still be alive?

The colossal body was very perplexed.

Perhaps he was merely a squatter, but as someone who regarded the Blood Burning Technique as his trump card, he was well aware of its power.

Ordinary people, not to mention being surrounded by it, the slightest touch meant dissolution into nothingness.

Among the 'Hundred Major Families', the 'elders' faced with it also met a fate of having no burial place.

And Jason?

Very special.

Possessing a trace of immortal traits, but even so, the colossal body did not believe Jason could survive.

As a 'god', he was very clear about how this so-called 'immortality' came about.

It was primarily a fast recovery.

And such recovery required a tremendous amount of energy!

Even with special means for storage, after dying a dozen times consecutively, he would still fall short.