Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

It seemed to know no fatigue, feel no pain, and fear no death.

But now looking at it, it was completely the opposite.

Immediately, the morale of the patrol officers and soldiers soared.

The encirclement that was supposed to be faltering suddenly became firm.

That's how ordinary battles are.

When morale is down, one can fight against ten people.

But once morale rises, winning with fewer against more is not difficult.

"Where's the fishing net?"

"Where's the lasso?"

"What's wrong with the archers?"

Shouts echoed one after another, and the patrol officers who came from the yamen finally remembered they had tools specifically for capturing 'flying thieves' on them.

Immediately, nets were thrown out.

Most of them were off target.

But, a few hit their mark.

"Hold on tight, brothers!"

"Take him down!"

Jia Youcai shouted while climbing on a sack, picking up a simple saber inserted in the sack by someone unknown, mimicking the pose of the former Eastern City's Chief Arrest Officer, and waving it high.

He didn't know if it would work.

Just felt that the Eastern City's Chief Arrest Officer looked cool at the time.

Unconsciously imitating, the effect was surprisingly good.

A few patrol officers and soldiers grabbed the fishing nets and pulled back, more officers and soldiers joined in.

More importantly, the archers among those soldiers finally regained their senses.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Thud thud thud!

A dozen arrows fell, although some were knocked down by the Horse-Cleaving Saber, a few landed squarely on the 'flying thief'.

"Well done!"

"Brothers, tighten the nets, don't let him swing the saber!"

"Archers, shoot him again!"

Jia Youcai saw this scene from behind the sack and was overjoyed.

He seemed to see this 'flying thief' looking like a pincushion.

Also, he saw himself achieving great merit.

Did I hit the jackpot again?!

Jia Youcai couldn't help but think.

But then, disaster struck—

Rip!

The nets were cut apart.

The sharp Horse-Cleaving Saber slashed out from the nets, the massive blade edge slashed and tore several nets.

The patrol officers and soldiers pulling the ropes stumbled directly to the ground, dragging their comrades with bows and arrows down with them.

A scene of chaos unfolded.

Holding the Horse-Cleaving Saber, the 'flying thief' ignored these targets that could be easily killed, turned his head, eyes full of rage and murderous intent, like an enraged tiger, rushed towards Jia Youcai.

It's over!

Looking at the fierce face of the opponent, Jia Youcai's heart sank.

Woo!

The saber's edge, bringing a chilling sound, swept straight across.

Jia Youcai felt his breathing stop.

Pressure surged towards him.

More was the fear in his heart.

But then, Jia Youcai gritted his teeth.

'Wasn't I just planning to die?'

'Now it's even better!'

'With so many watching, as long as Li Deshang doesn't want people to feel cold, he will surely give my mother some support!'

'That's enough!'

'Mother, your son is unfilial! Can't personally care for you until the end!'

Thinking this, Jia Youcai's eyes turned red.

Then—

"Kill!"

Jia Youcai advanced instead of retreating, the simple saber he held slashing out straight.

Clang!

In the clash of metals, Jia Youcai's saber flew out directly, feeling the immense force spreading from his hand, the middle-aged arrest officer closed his eyes waiting for death.

The anticipated pain didn't come.

Jia Youcai cautiously opened his eyes.

A tall, burly figure appeared in front of him, the massive saber edge was in the person's hand.

"Mu sir!"

Jia Youcai exclaimed with joy.

Then immediately shouted: "Mu sir, be careful!"

The 'flying thief' holding the Horse-Cleaving Saber abandoned the saber, spreading his arms, like a bear in the deep mountains, lunged at Jason.

"I'll strangle you! Die!"

The 'flying thief' shouted.

Almost the same height as Jason, but even more stout, the figure with such shouting actually showed a slight swell.

Instantly, the opponent became even taller and burlier.

But then, the forward charging figure suddenly halted.

Not stopping completely, but Jason's hands were placed on the opponent's wrists, then his left hand up, right hand down, using a pushing motion, pushed the opponent's arms aside.

Immediately after, Jason's whole body shifted aside, with his shoulder as the pivot, forcefully thrusting forward.

Bang!

A dull thud accompanied by a string of bone-cracking sounds, the burly 'flying thief' flew out.

"Mu sir, amazing!"

"Is this the Mu Family's secret technique in their boxing?"

Jia Youcai came up directly, licking his face, showing a flattering look.

It's hard to imagine, just now this middle-aged arrest officer looked ready to sacrifice himself.

Even Jason couldn't help but glance.

However, Jia Youcai's face was flattering.

Absolutely none of the previous momentum.

After a pause, Jason shook his head.

"No."

Jason replied.

This appeared in his mind automatically after reaching the master level in [Barehanded Combat].

Actually, not only at the master level, every time [Barehanded Combat] upgrades, many techniques appear, like they are imprinted in his instincts through countless trials.

However, most of the time, Jason prefers not to use them.

Because, he prefers combat methods that involve stealth and concealment followed by a swift decapitation.

For such head-on confrontations?

It's not that they don't exist.

But the opponents he faces are huge creatures, measuring tens of meters, hundreds of meters, even thousands of meters, or as large as a city, such techniques are useless.

Encounters like this are rare for Jason.