Grilled Dragon Meat · Full-Team Boost

The footsteps at the entrance of the cave drew closer, carrying a faint dragon musk and the crisp chill of ice and snow.

All five turned to look. The next moment, everyone froze.

Saitama strode in at an unhurried pace, carrying a massive dragon leg several times thicker than his entire body over his shoulder. Its surface was still coated in unmelted frost, and its dark blue scales gleamed coldly—it was the hind leg of that Primordial Ice Dragon. The bald man casually set it down beside the soup pool, making the ice beneath it tremble slightly.

"So you really were here." Saitama scratched his head, his gaze falling straight on the steaming soup pool. "I could smell something good from far away. Is this the World's Soup you mentioned?"

Gon's eyes widened as he looked from the dragon leg to Saitama. "Mr. Saitama! You actually carried the dragon leg over here!"

"It would've been a waste to leave it there." Saitama looked as though it were only natural. "It makes pretty good travel rations."

Leorio's mouth twitched. "T-Travel rations? This is a Primordial Ice Dragon! A ruler-class creature of the ice region! You brought it along as road food?"

Killua walked over to the dragon leg and tapped the frozen dragon meat with his fingertips. It was as hard as black iron. He looked up at Saitama, his expression complicated. "You carried this thing all the way here?"

"Yeah." Saitama nodded. "Whenever I got hungry, I'd tear off a piece. It tasted pretty fresh raw, too."

Everyone: "..."

So this guy had leisurely followed them the whole way while eating raw dragon meat as he traveled?

Kurapika suppressed his shock and looked at the dragon meat thoughtfully. "Primordial Ice Dragon meat is already a top-tier secret realm ingredient, containing