Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Flags danced, the military formation stretched endlessly.

The morale was like a rainbow, unstoppable.

The command flag moved.

The entire army moved.

With a single charge, the mountain peak was flattened.

The command flag swiftly reached Jason's side.

Under the command flag, a figure sat mounted on a horse.

However, Jason couldn't clearly see the person's face.

It seemed the person was smiling.

Yet it also seemed the face was solemn.

All these feelings were present, yet weren't complete.

In the end, only a radiance remained.

Under this radiance, a unique charisma involuntarily drew Jason's gaze.

It was a spirit steadfast in loyalty.

It was a willingness to bleed dry for the land below and the people on the land.

'His blood permeated into the veins of our nation, passing down through generations!'

Mysteriously, such words welled up in Jason's heart.

At the same time, the figure seemed to be saying something to him.

Yet just like the figure's appearance, he couldn't hear clearly.

All there was, was the mountain wind howling.

All there was, was the soldiers shouting.

In the wind, in the shouts, the voice gradually became clear—

Smoke rises from the wolf beacons, the nation gazes north.

The dragon flag unfurls, horses neigh long, Sword Qi like frost.

...

Listening to that heroic voice, Jason blinked.

Instantly, everything before his eyes vanished, leaving only his room in the martial arts academy.

He was still sitting in the secret chamber.

However, his hand was raised, as if wanting to grasp something.

Sitting there in a daze, recalling the mesmerizing scene just now.

Jason remained dumbfounded for a long time before regaining his senses.

In front of him was still a line of text—

[Determination Passed!]

[Physique +0.1]

[Barehanded Combat acquired additional Talent options: Leverage, Striking Force]

[Leverage: Having gone through multiple life-and-death experiences, you have mastered this exceptionally special skill. When you use your hands to parry your opponent's attack, you can neutralize impacts not exceeding a bomb-level force (excluding energy attacks).]

[Striking Force: When the 'Leverage' additional option is activated, you can return the opponent's Vigor with your attack]

...

'Leverage Striking Force?'

Gazing at the two newly appeared additional options, Jason was somewhat astounded.

Then, he recalled the scene of just breaking the cart.

When his feet landed, it seemed not just brute force anymore.

No!

It was still brute force!

However, this brute force was no longer just in the arms but the whole body.

Using the strength of the whole body to shift the opponent's center of gravity, followed by a critical strike.

Unable to bear it, Jason stood up and threw a punch.

Although hitting only air.

But the air in front of the punch seemed as though it was cut by a sharp blade, shivering continuously. When the shiver reached an extreme, it scorched and distorted the air.

Finally—

Bang!

A low thud reverberated in the room.

"This punch..."

Jason frowned slightly.

Air is different from a tangible object; some subtleties are imperceptible.

Immediately, Jason opened the door to test it out in the martial arts training ground.

Not to spar with anyone.

Just to hit a wooden dummy.

By this time, Dou Bao had once again guided the nine disciples of the martial arts academy in finishing their martial exercises.

The nine disciples conducted their respective training while Dou Bao provided guidance.

When Jason came out, all the disciples' attention was drawn to him.

Everyone in the martial arts academy naturally knew what happened last night.

At this moment, there was an extra layer of inquiry in the gaze directed at Jason.

How severely was their academy master injured?

Each disciple speculated.

Dou Bao, however, felt a sense of concern.

But in front of these disciples, Dou Bao couldn't show more, as it would affect their morale.

In fact, when the disciples arrived this morning, they subtly inquired about it.

For Dou Bao, the martial arts academy was the foundation of the academy master.

It must not come to harm.

Therefore, she straightforwardly informed the disciples that the academy master was fine, just lightly injured.

The rumors outside were mere hearsay.

However, when Jason came out, Dou Bao immediately grew concerned.

Not for fear of her lie being exposed.

But worried about Jason's well-being.

"Academy Master?"

Dou Bao asked softly.

Jason smiled and nodded but did not stop walking, heading straight toward the wooden dummy at the side of the martial training ground, then threw a punch—

Bang!

The fist struck tightly against the wooden dummy.

Everyone saw this punch deeply embedded into the wood.

Hiss!

The nine disciples drew a breath; they knew perfectly well how tough these wooden dummies were from daily practice. Never mind fists, even blades and swords would only leave shallow marks.

Yet now, their academy master left a mark with a single punch.

Should this strike an actual person, it would likely result in broken bones and tendons.

But even more astonishing events continued.

The struck wooden dummy vibrated fiercely, as if the ground itself were quaking.

A moment later,

Boom!

The wooden dummy exploded just like that.

Amid the splintering fragments, the wood was charred black, as though it had been filled with explosives.

"This?!"

Everyone was stupefied.

Including Dou Bao.

Being the closest to Mu Bai, Dou Bao naturally knew Mu Bai's strength. The previous punch hardly surprised her, as Mu Bai could sometimes achieve it in private practice.

However, this punch was definitely unattainable.

Could it be...

'Is it the 'Neither break nor establish' that Mom talked about?'

'The academy master not only avoided leaving hidden injuries from the previous wounds but also advanced a step further?'

With this thought, Dou Bao's eyes brightened.

"Academy Master, you?"

Dou Bao tentatively asked.

"Hmm."

"Just happened to have some insights."