SUP Chapter 65: What Did You Add to Your Saliva?

Ian had his own reasons for doing this, of course.

He didn't like others stealing his monsters.

"Leave it to me, don't worry, it's a guaranteed win." Ian patted his chest, then stood up, threw away the empty medicine bottle in his hand and looked at the bull-horned demon that was tilting its head to observe him.

He charged forward, jumping up to throw a punch at the bull-horned demon's face.

"Again?"

This time the bull-horned demon learned its lesson. It directly used its size advantage, extending its hand the moment before Ian's fist could hit it.

Anyone who's fought understands.

People with long arms really have an advantage.

"Hm?"

Ian swung his fists several times but couldn't touch the bull-horned demon. Instead, his skull was firmly gripped by the bull-horned demon, which lifted his entire body.

"..."

Rachel felt despair seeing this scene.

One minute?

This guy didn't even last thirty seconds before going down!

"Mere human!" The bull-horned demon's hand was covered in fierce flames, igniting Ian's hair and engulfing his entire head in raging fire.

It wanted to make this human suffer the most terrible torture.

Feel the pain of his soul being burned.

[Berserker Experience +6]

Ian only felt he was about to level up again. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't unbearable pain. If he had a phone, he would have wanted to take a selfie to send to his old man.

The caption would be [Ghost Rider Ian].

"Suffer! Wail! Beg me for mercy!"

The bull-horned demon let out maniacal laughter.

[Berserker Experience +8]

"Um... wanting me to beg for mercy, I can understand that, but why are you rewarding me?" Ian in the flames wasn't screaming in agony, but instead looked excited.

Berserker LV4 [1/80]

[Strength: 8.5 → 11]

[Constitution: 6.7 → 8.9]

[Intelligence: 2.7 → 2.8]

[Spirit: 7.1 → 7.5]

How could he not be excited?

He leveled up again!

Ian felt his powerful strength. He knew that from this moment on, he was no longer an ordinary person, but had become a high-level ordinary person with double-digit strength.

"Wrong! You're wrong!" The bull-horned demon truly lived up to having a thick skull. Only now did it discover with shock that this human's soul was completely unaffected!

The opponent's soul was completely immune to hellfire burning!

"Not completely immune?"

The bull-horned demon discovered with uncertainty that Ian's face was starting to turn green.

It thought it had unlocked some new hellfire usage effect.

Little did it know, danger was approaching.

"Ptui!"

Ian spat a mouthful of green phlegm that accurately hit the demon's chest.

The next moment, the demon's hand gripping his head completely let go. Pain and wailing wouldn't disappear, they would just appear on the loser. The demon was the one truly letting out heart-wrenching howls.

After Ian was thrown to the ground, this thing stumbled and staggered backward several steps.

"What did you do? Did you poison your saliva?" Rachel didn't know if it was because the demon was injured or because of the ibuprofen, but feeling less of a headache, she climbed out herself.

She saw the demon's miserable state and was greatly shocked. The part where the bull-horned demon was hit by Ian's saliva actually began corroding and smoking, with countless green "tiny tentacles" seeming to writhe within.

Constantly spreading.

As if it wanted to assimilate the demon's body.

"It's fel energy! I added fel energy to my saliva!" Ian defended his personal qualities. He was just a berserker with super wisdom who was relatively mature.

Mature berserkers all know how to most reasonably utilize their negative status effects.

"What power is this! It's using my magic power as nourishment!!!" The bull-horned demon let out a terrified roar. The effect of fel energy on its body indeed far exceeded Ian's expectations.

It was like being super effective.

In just a few dozen seconds, it had infected most of the bull-horned demon's body.

Rachel felt her scalp tingling watching it.

"No! There's a voice! I hear a voice!" Perhaps this demon really did have some brains and decisiveness. It roared and raised its hand to directly tear off its own uncontaminated head.

"Hiss~"

Seeing this scene, Ian sucked in cold air.

"There's actually another madman in this room." He was somewhat surprised at how he kept encountering madmen every day. Rachel looked at him with a conflicted expression, wanting to say something but ultimately saying nothing.

The demon's head was torn off by itself.

"Rumble!"

The next moment, the headless body naturally crashed to the ground with a thunderous sound. The bull head that it had personally twisted off also rolled on the ground, though its mouth was still opening and closing as it roared.

"I'm defeated! But... you will have nowhere to escape! My great master will surely break free! You cannot stop the course of history! Cannot stop the moment that will inevitably come!"

"I will hear your wails in Hell!"

It issued vicious curses at Ian and Rachel.

Going on and on, but it couldn't scare anyone.

It couldn't scare Rachel, much less Ian.

"So annoying!" Ian looked around and found a plastic box for chemical reagents from the ruins, stuffed the bull head into it, and casually tore off a piece of cloth to stuff into that chattering mouth.

"You're taking it with you?"

Rachel was somewhat confused seeing this.

"I love fitness. I'll go back and have someone stew bull head soup for me, very nourishing." Ian suddenly thought of his psychiatrist Hannibal, feeling he couldn't let down the therapy fees his parents paid.

Hearing Ian's "fitness" plan.

Rachel was obviously stunned for a moment.

"Demon flesh and blood will only corrode your..." Rachel's brow furrowed rarely. She wasn't opposing Ian eating meat, just felt Ian should eat some normal meat.

Halfway through speaking, she glanced at the demon's remains being dissolved by fel energy on the ground, and her voice abruptly stopped. Obviously, this girl also realized who in this room was the real poison king.

"Creak~"

A slight sound came from the corner. Chemistry teacher White's soul had somehow stuffed himself into a storage locker, with only a pair of terrified eyes visible through the crack.

"Mr. White, do you know how to make dragons?"

Ian walked over and politely opened the still-smoking storage locker.

"What dragons?"

Mr. White swallowed and looked at Ian with a very terrified expression. He had personally witnessed this handsome-looking middle schooler just take down a terrifying demon!

"Of course the Gabber Dragon, Cutter Dragon, Oxygen Male Dragon..." Ian had an unusually good memory, so he rattled off all the legendary Nine Dragon Powers in one breath.

"..."

Both teacher and girl fell into long silence.

After some time, Mr. White, realizing something, finally nodded with difficulty.

"Excellent! Master! Please enter!" Ian was overjoyed and quickly pulled out a dented thermos. After hesitating for a moment, Mr. White sighed and knowingly drilled inside.

"Done!"

Ian nodded with satisfaction.

Under the girl's gaze, he began rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the classroom.

"I have a tiny bit, really just a tiny bit of psychological problems. If I don't take some medicine, I'm afraid I can't control myself." Ian couldn't find what he wanted and could only shake his head disappointedly with a heavy sigh.

"!?!?"

Rachel remained silent.

At this moment, she felt everything seemed to make sense.

Just then, "Want some ice cream?"

The boy suddenly spoke enthusiastically.

"Don't like it."

Rachel gave a concise answer.

She thought Ian was trying to get close to her.

"You don't like it, but I do. What I'm saying is, I've already helped you solve such a big problem, shouldn't you at least treat me to ten Häagen-Dazs?"

Ian patted the plastic box in his hand.

He remembered very clearly, Rachel's wallet had more Franklins than he did.

Rich woman, couldn't let this slide at all.

The atmosphere in the air was somewhat quiet.

A moment later, "If you're feeling hot and want ice cream, could you please put out the fire on your head first... it's quite scary."

Rachel spoke softly, afraid that speaking too harshly would upset the boy in front of her.

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