"Huh!"
Ten minutes later, Jett let out a breath, not because he had finished fighting, but because his vocabulary had run out.
The vocabulary of a liberal arts student.
Looking down, he saw that the crocodile monster was foaming at the mouth, its eyes rolled up wide, clearly only a breath away from death.
"Have... have you beaten me enough?"
The crocodile monster, clinging to its last breath, said with a face full of resentment.
"Just one more hit."
Jett said expressionlessly.
"Then... then just finish me off quickly."
The crocodile monster felt so humble. How did he randomly encounter a master of martial arts?
Upon further thought, it was Jett's appearance that had influenced his judgment.
"Don't worry, you'll live on through me forever."
Jett comforted the crocodile monster.
Live on through you?
The crocodile monster shivered and struggled, lifting its head to ask, "What do you want to do?"
Jett pointed to his bare upper body and shoes with the glue coming off, saying matter-of-factly, "What else could I do? I'm sure clothes made from crocodile skin would be very comfortable to wear."
"Okay, turn around."
Jett waved his hand.
"You..."
"Don't 'you' me. It's too bloody; I'm afraid you couldn't handle it."
With that said, Jett crouched down, gathered his strength with both hands, and forcefully inserted them into the gaps between the crocodile monster's bones.
With a lift of his hand, a huge crocodile skin mixed with blood fell off.
The crocodile monster writhed in pain on the ground, unable to imagine that Jett would be so cruel and was going to skin him alive! Unfortunately, he was powerless. All his bones had been broken earlier, and he couldn't struggle.
Beside him, Ms. Foster was startled by this scene. She had never seen such a cruel sight before. Imagining herself in that position, she couldn't bear to think about it.
She was relieved that Jett wasn't a woman, knowing that women liked fur coats made from foxes and other animals.
"Sorry, usually I need to scald the skin with boiling water before peeling it off, but there's none here. We'll have to make do."
When Jett first left the orphanage and started working, he did many things that ordinary people couldn't do, like working in a slaughterhouse. During that time, he learned a lot.
The crocodile monster couldn't help but tear up. You even wanted to scald me with boiling water? Could boiling water's temperature really scald a crocodile like me?
Next, amidst the crocodile monster's miserable screams and Ms. Foster's terrified gaze, Jett finally finished his task after half an hour.
At Jett's feet, a stack of crocodile skin was neatly arranged, while the crocodile monster beside it was long dead.
"Hmm? What's this?"
Jett suddenly saw a round object fall out of the crocodile monster's mouth.
The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. This thing looked like what Landon's cousin had sent him before. Could this be the essence of the monster?
"A monster core?"
Ms. Foster suddenly rushed over and couldn't help but carefully sniff it with her nose, enjoying the scent.
"Do you want it?"
Jett held the monster core in front of Ms. Foster and asked.
Ms. Foster looked at the monster core, swallowed, wiped the corner of her mouth, and said reluctantly, "I don't want it."
"Why? You clearly look like you want it."
Jett was puzzled. Didn't monsters eat other monsters to become stronger in movies, just like the crocodile monster wanted to consume her spirit blood?
Ms. Foster shook her head and explained, "My cultivation method is different from theirs. I couldn't consume monster cores or absorb human souls. I could only cultivate myself."
"Alright, then I'll use it myself."
Without asking why, Jett directly stuffed the monster core into his pants pocket.
"You couldn't eat the monster core, but you could eat the meat, right?"
Jett suddenly turned around and asked.
"Meat? What do you want to do?"
Ms. Foster looked startled.
"Eat the crocodile meat. I've never eaten it before."
Jett's first love was martial arts, and his second was food. Such a big crocodile would be a waste not to eat.
Thus, amidst Ms. Foster's stunned gaze, Jett started a fire.
Before that, Jett picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Bianca?"
"Hmm, I'm in the southern suburbs. Bring me a set of clothes and some spices."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
"Who's Bianca?"
Ms. Foster curiously asked and approached Jett.
While handling the crocodile, Jett said, "Didn't I exterminate a ghost king last time? Bianca was one of the girls who was killed back then. To repay me, she's been following me ever since."
"Oh."
Strong people always have followers. Ms. Foster understood this clearly; she was just curious and asked.
However, what Ms. Foster was even more curious about was Jett himself. He had been her student for nearly four years, yet she had never discovered such a powerful figure in her class.
Especially when she thought about how she had scolded him a few times before, her face turned red. Fortunately, her student had a good personality and didn't hold grudges, otherwise, she probably wouldn't have had a good outcome.
If Jett knew this, he would definitely laugh. Not to mention that he had only recently obtained this strength, holding grudges was simply non-existent for him.
Jett's greatest strength was his personality. He was clear about enmity and kindness. Even if he had a big conflict with an ordinary person, he would only educate them as an ordinary person and wouldn't do anything outrageous. This strength was just a guarantee for him to reason with others.
"Sir."
After Jett started the fire, Bianca arrived with many things.
Bianca only curiously glanced at Ms. Foster before focusing her gaze on Jett.
"Bring it over."
Jett turned around and waved his hand.
Soon, he was fully dressed and turned back to say, "You two chat. I'll handle these things."
Ms. Foster and Bianca exchanged glances and didn't refuse. They sat together and started chatting.
One was a ghost who had been dead for ten years, and the other was a fox who had lived for an unknown number of years. It was unclear how a ghost and a monster could chat so enthusiastically and happily.
They frequently glanced at Jett, who was busy. Their common topic was none other than him.
...
Half an hour later.
"Okay, eat."
Even with internal force amplifying the intensity of the flame, it still took a full half an hour to cook.
Jett, with his remarkable endurance, was also sweating profusely from the exertion.
"Sir."
Bianca picked up a tissue and walked over to wipe Jett's forehead.
"Here, Ms. Foster, eat. Don't be shy."
Jett invited Ms. Foster.
Ms. Foster looked at the huge roasted crocodile, its mouth pierced by a tree stump, and didn't know how to respond.
Although it was normal for monsters to eat other monsters, she had never done it before and felt a bit reluctant. However, the aroma made her want to eat it.
Before she could continue thinking, Jett had already torn off a crocodile leg and handed it to her.
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