Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

'Were these ten deaths necessary because I skipped the accumulation of time?'

'Or, did the change in satiation mature this secret technique into an additional option for me?'

Jason contemplated.

If his hypothesis was correct, it was clear that satiation functioned like a skill point.

It's just that...

'Why can't it be like a skill point, with just a click, but rather I have to immerse myself into the character to experience this feeling.'

'Is it so I can better master this technique?'

'Or... are all my choices similar to the experiences of these owners and creators of the "legacy items"?'

Jason speculated.

The reason he referred to them as similar experiences was because Jason was sure that these owners and creators did not die when they wrote down these secret techniques, but there should have been people who practiced poorly and died around them.

This would definitely have a huge emotional impact on the owners and creators.

Perhaps, it was precisely this immense emotional impact that turned these recorded secret techniques into the so-called 'legacy items.'

'Human emotions?'

'There is great terror between life and death!'

'And there are great opportunities!'

'Then, it allowed me to have an immersive learning experience.'

Jason shook his head as he thought about it.

Although there was nothing wrong with this way of learning, the manner of death was really a bit hard for him to accept.

Can martial arts be practiced to such a frenzied extent?

To the point of not caring about one's life?

Recalling the various events just now, Jason sighed.

He couldn't quite understand it.

However, this didn't stop him from picking up the secret technique of 'Iron Chariot.'

After spending 60 points, Jason experienced this 'legacy item.'

Da da da!

The sound of horse hooves echoed.

He was fully armored, holding a long spear.

Before him was a peak resembling a bull's head, extremely steep, allowing only one person to pass.

At this moment, he was riding his horse on this path.

Before he could come to his senses—

Rumble!

A four-wheeled iron chariot with dozens of sharp blades and loaded with a thousand-pound stone charged down the slope.

Instinctively, he raised his long spear to strike at the base of the iron chariot.

Bang!

The spearhead stuck at the base, but a massive force like an avalanche pressed down, crushing him to death before he could react.

Materializing again, Jason was still on the warhorse.

Again, it was the iron chariot.

Again, he was crushed to death.

Compared to the hammer blows in the sandbag formation earlier, this time it hurt a bit more.

After ten consecutive times, he stopped the rushing iron chariot for the first time in the true sense.

However, the warhorse underneath him neighed and collapsed to the ground.

He was crushed to death once more.

Upon reviving again, this time Jason jumped off the warhorse and faced the iron chariot.

The iron chariot slid down, and he was crushed to death.

Without the warhorse's assistance, he died even faster.

But even with the experience of the warhorse's lack of strength, he didn't choose the warhorse again.

He chose to trust himself.

The difficulty unconsciously increased again.

A full thirty times.

Once again, Jason used the long spear to brace against the iron chariot, and then, with a powerful lift.

It didn't move.

The iron chariot continued.

He was crushed to death.

Time and again.

Another thirty times.

Clang!

This time, Jason thrust his spear like a dragon, pinning the iron chariot solidly, and all the muscles in his waist, back, spine, and limbs were activated.

"Rise!"

With a loud shout, the iron chariot was lifted and tumbled off the cliff.

He was unscathed.

Whoosh, whoosh.

Seemingly due to excessive exertion, he panted heavily. In a daze, he heard the sound of war drums, turned back, and vaguely saw an army appearing at the foot of the mountain.

Amidst the waving banners, a commander's flag stood in the middle of the ranks.

Written on it was—

Yue!