Immortal Body vs. Immortal Body

The Witch's memories contained information about sacrifices, and combined with Jennifer's account, Russell understood the general outline of what had happened.

In short, the Low Shoulder Band was desperate for fame and unwilling to be nobody for the rest of their lives, so they made a deal with the devil, sacrificing a woman to him.

Ironically, they approached Jennifer!

In short, Jennifer was sacrificed; she was stabbed more than a dozen times by the waterfall, and her life and soul belonged to the devil.

In a failed sacrifice, the devil was about to enjoy his feast when he discovered that the delicacy in his mouth was actually a pile of dog excrement, and he immediately spat Jennifer out.

Fortunately, Jennifer received a portion of the devil's power, which healed her wounds, allowing her to survive. However, the devil's power would eventually dissipate, forcing her to replenish her energy by eating people to keep herself alive.

Russell declined to comment on Jennifer's ordeal, but found the Low Shoulder Band's idiots truly foolish. Since the legends of the devil began, no one had ever heard of making a deal with the devil and then enjoying a peaceful old age and a good death.

Russell understood this principle, and in his view, the Low Shoulder Band understood it too. However, their desire for fame and fortune overcame their reason, and they took a chance, believing that they were an exception and that the devil would keep his promise.

"So here's the question: how did the Low Shoulder Band know that there was a devil in the whirlpool under the waterfall, and how did they know how to make a deal with the devil?"

Russell discovered a blind spot, and he felt that perhaps he could get something from these people.

"Russell ..." Jennifer looked at Russell timidly, her eyes filled with fear and hunger. She swallowed hard and said, "I'm so hungry, can I have a bite?"

Without eating flesh and blood, Jennifer's body will wither, her strength will diminish, and she will get closer and closer to death.

Before Jennifer could even reply, Russell clutched her head and cried out in pain. Because of her Enslavement, she couldn't even entertain the thought of harming Russell; even the slightest thought would be punished by the contract.

This is a tragedy for Jennifer, but good news for Russell, at least he doesn't have to worry about being bitten while he's sleeping.

"If you want to eat meat... it's not impossible..." Russell raised an eyebrow, coming up with a wicked idea, or rather, a wicked way of fighting evil.

He roughly understood Jennifer's current situation; it had to be fresh human flesh, not animal flesh or frozen goods from the hospital morgue.

Russell wasn't that cruel to let Jennifer hunt and eat people, but he knew someone who could feed Jennifer enough to last her a lifetime.

"Come on, the moon is so nice, let's go out for a stroll and find out your food source while we're at it."

Russell stepped out of the basement, grabbed his coat, and Jennifer, her stomach growling with hunger, ignored Russell disheveled appearance and followed closely behind. She was like a drug addict, oblivious to everything else, even her most cherished beauty, until she was satisfied.

Upon arriving at the garage, Russell led Jennifer to the car—not Lamborghini, but a used Chevrolet. Fate is truly wondrous; even across two worlds, Jennifer's face is somehow connected to Chevrolet.

Russell drove along the road he had come from. Yes, the person he could eat for a lifetime was Michael, who possessed the Demon Physique. Michael was an inexhaustible source of flesh.

The Chevrolet wasn't as fast as the Lamborghini. Jennifer, in the passenger seat, huddled up, occasionally licking her lips and glancing at Russell, then letting out screams. She was so hungry; even though she knew she shouldn't touch Russell, she couldn't help but fantasize about biting him.

Russell is too naive. He could support Jennifer on his own, as long as he keeps goji berries in his thermos and takes good care of his health, because...

Once in the morning and once at night, Jennifer is a beautiful girl with superpowers!

As the Chevrolet drove along, the headlights occasionally illuminated several pedestrians. Jennifer leaned against the car window with a drooling look on her face, her eyes following the pedestrians as she swallowed hard.

"Russell, is this edible?"

"No!"

"Well, he looks very strong, it doesn't matter if he loses a piece of flesh."

"That won't work either!"

After several attempts, Jennifer became somewhat discouraged, feeling that Russell was playing a trick on her. Suddenly, the car slowed down, and when she looked up, she saw a person standing in the middle of the road, illuminated by the headlights, wearing a dark blue mechanic's uniform, holding a kitchen knife, and wearing a white human skin mask.

Michael, who was on his way to Russell's house in the middle of the night, was not sleeping!

"Russell, is this... okay?"

Russell grinned and said in a low voice, "Okay, go eat!"

Upon hearing this, Jennifer felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She broke free of her seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and charged menacingly at Michael.

Russell got out of the car, leaned against the door, and watched the two men wrestle with their arms crossed. Both possessed superhuman abilities, and their fight was a truly gruesome spectacle, with blood and gore flying everywhere—a scene straight out of an R-rated movie.

Jennifer is less than 1.7 meters tall, making her appear at least two sizes smaller than Michael, who is over 1.9 meters tall. Due to hunger, her strength is at its lowest point, and she is immediately overwhelmed by his superior power in the first exchange.

Logically speaking, Jennifer shouldn't be a match for Michael, at least not before they've eaten their fill. But Russell decided to wait and see. There are always exceptions, just like when a king meets a bronze-level player, it's uncertain who will fall first.

Michael is Immortal Body. Except for fatal wounds that can temporarily stop his movements, he doesn't even flinch at minor injuries like broken limbs. He has a strong ability to fight continuously and is likely to be painless.

In terms of strength, speed, and reflexes, Michael is far superior to ordinary people. Although his fighting ability is average, he can still easily defeat many strong men with his physical attributes.

In comparison, Jennifer is far inferior. Apart from her demonic abilities, she is utterly useless, with zero combat experience. If it weren't for her Immortal Body, she would have been killed by Michael long ago, but even so, her current situation is extremely dire.

After a struggle, Jennifer was lifted into the air by Michael with one hand around her neck. Michael ignored Jennifer's gaping mouth and stabbed her repeatedly with a kitchen knife.

Russell keenly noticed that Jennifer was deliberately avoiding the heart area; even though she was Immortal Body, she still had a weakness.

Michael stabbed Jennifer seven times, then kicked her in the chest, sending her flying to Jennifer 'Russell feet. After doing all this, Michael stood quietly, staring at Russell from afar.

As always, Michael remained silent, taciturn, and as cold as ice. He held the blood-stained kitchen knife, as if to tell Russell, "It's your turn."

Russell glanced down at Jennifer; her wounds were healing very slowly, and she was extremely weak from hunger and blood loss.

Russell stepped over Jennifer and walked straight toward Michael, swinging his wrists and ankles as he went, and occasionally jumping up and down with his fists.

"Come on, Michael!"

Michael answered the challenge, gripping the kitchen knife. He didn't warm up; every step he took was perfectly precise, like a robot.

The two drew closer and closer, each seeing their reflection in the other's pupils. The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and a murderous intent was brewing. The air suddenly tightened, and Michael raised his kitchen knife. Russell... drew his Desert Eagle from his back.

Michael: "..."

Bang!

The scene was too disturbing. Russell turned to the side and felt nauseous listening to the eating sounds. He decided to quit Jennifer starting today.

On the other side, Jennifer grinned contentedly.

"Russell, what kind of monster is he?"

"Like you, I am a minion of the devil."

"I am not the devil's henchman!!"

"That's right, you're just a defective product, not qualified to be a henchman!" Russell looked at Michael, who was about to finish his reply, and took out a nylon rope from the trunk.

The nylon rope couldn't even hold Jennifer, so it certainly wouldn't be of much use to Michael. However, Russell was prepared for this. He silently recited a phrase to himself and, under Jennifer's stunned gaze, took out three rolls of medical bandages from his pocket.