Just as Jason’s words had fallen, a man clad in a wide cloak appeared beside him like teleportation, smashing a hand chop down onto the side of Jason’s neck.
In the crisp sound of impact, was mingled the noise of breaking bones.
The man said as he attempted to step past Jason, into the tent.
The sound of a blade’s friction with flesh followed.
The man didn’t pay any attention but, as he watched Jason’s chest return to its original state, a flicker of realization crossed his eyes.
Then, the man appeared behind Jason.
His speed was several times faster than before!
He still aimed to attack the back of Jason’s heart.
“At the last moment, you replaced the ‘heart’ with some other organ!”
“With such a move, I am the true Master!”
The man spoke with the certainty of victory in his grasp.
It was no empty boast.
He was a real master of organ replacement.
Therefore, he knew how to deal with it.
If he was fast enough to prevent Jason from replacing it in time, he would be able to kill Jason.
A palm pierced through the back of Jason’s heart.
The fingertips touched that pulsing beat.
A look of joy flashed across the man’s face.
Then, he vigorously thrust forward.
The man’s hand passed right through the chest.
Jason’s heart was instantly pierced and shattered.
But before the man could truly savor the joy of victory, Jason, as if feeling nothing, raised his hand and grabbed the man’s palm, and then another knife came out.
A palm fell to the ground; Jason stepped on it, and amidst the click of the lever-action shotgun being loaded, he pointed the muzzle at the palm and fired again.
This palm was just like the previous one.
After turning into pulp, it didn’t move again.
And at this moment, the man was still behind Jason.
Jason’s voice rang in his ears.
“Do you call yourself immortal ?”
“And say that you and I are alike?”
“Don’t flatter yourself!”
Speaking, Jason loaded his lever-action shotgun again, turned the muzzle around, pointed it at his own head, and was about to pull the trigger.
Of course, Jason wasn’t about to shoot himself.
It was for the enemy behind him.
Seeing this, the man standing behind Jason was startled and quickly moved backward, retreating from Jason.
Standing in the distance, the man watched Jason, who had lowered his gun, with a gaze sharp as swords and knives.
There had to be a weakness!
It had to be some organ!
Yet Jason once again raised his hand and beckoned the man with a hook gesture.
Jason’s cold, indifferent voice was a thorn in the man’s nerves.
He liked to talk to others in this manner.
But he absolutely did not like others to talk to him .
“You’re as good as dead!”
“I’ll shred you into ten thousand pieces!”
As he spoke, the man’s broken arms and palms began to regrow.
Jason didn’t move, letting the enemy ‘grow’.
Because he very well knew that with his own speed, if it wasn’t a trap, he would only be toyed with by the enemy.
And as the man’s body was once again restored, he rushed toward Jason once more.
This time, he didn’t choose a specific target; he simply aimed at Jason’s torso and thrust out his palm.
If he could not find it!
Then try all of them!
One had to be the weakness!
The man believed so firmly.
He simply stood there, letting the enemy attack without heeding any wounds, incessantly swinging his knife at the opponent.
Blood and flesh flew about.
Limbs and appendages severed.
Although it was a battle between two men, it seemed as brutal as a military slaughter.
Time ticked away, second by second.
The man’s speed began to slow.
Was still as vigorous as a dragon.
At least, that was how it appeared on the surface.
The hockey mask concealed his pain-twisted face.
He swung the knife and decapitated the man’s head.
This time, the man’s body didn’t ‘catch’ the head.
Even more so, it directly stumbled and fell to the ground.
The limbs and torso on the ground, along with the head, instantly decayed at that moment, emitting a strong stench.
The smell caught Taniel’s attention.
He rushed down quickly.
Upon entering the hall, he saw his friend covered in blood, his clothing torn, holding a knife while standing there panting, his entire person seeming at the brink of collapse, yet forcibly striving to stand upright.