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Despite Motoyasu and the others landing normal attacks on the zombie general, they were hardly causing any damage at all. The zombie general barely reacted to their strikes. Instead, it swung its machete relentlessly, slashing at the humans scrambling beneath it.
Although the zombie general's attacks were relatively slow, they could be dodged with a little focus. However, as Motoyasu and the others continued to evade, their anxiety began to mount.
Just then, they spotted Jason bursting through the trees from the forest.
"Jason?" Ren Amaki frowned, clearly taken aback by his presence.
"Why are you showing up now? I thought you'd be hiding in a corner because you were too scared."
The relationship between Motoyasu and Jason was strained, and his insult was blunt enough to make people want to retaliate.
"Jason, stop rushing out! If you suddenly join the battle, it will disrupt Motoyasu's rhythm!" Itsuki called out, standing tall and trying to get Jason's attention, realizing that he intended to charge directly at the zombie general.
Jason, however, paid no heed. He had come to deal with the zombie general and complete his selection task, so standing around and watching was not an option.
Seeing Jason's determination, Itsuki frowned, perhaps accustomed to the praise of the adventurers around him, and was dissatisfied that Jason was ignoring his warning. "Jason, do you want to put everyone in danger?"
"It's fine. Jason is a tank. Joining the battle will help share the pressure. Everyone should spread out a bit to make room for him. Jason, just wait for the opportunity to cooperate with us!"
Ren, usually the most composed, spoke up as he watched Jason charge forward, subconsciously viewing him as just another tank.
"Seriously, this guy can do whatever he wants!" Motoyasu grumbled, his irritation with Jason's impulsiveness clear.
At that moment, Jason reached the center of the battlefield. "Motoyasu, lend me your head!"
"Uh?" Motoyasu blinked, caught entirely off guard.
Before he could react, Jason leaped into the air, landing a foot right on Motoyasu's face.
"You..." Motoyasu gasped, feeling as though his nose and neck might snap from the impact; he was at a loss for words.
With that kick, Jason propelled himself upward, aligning himself parallel to the towering five-meter-tall zombie general. Even without this kick, Jason was capable of such a jump, but it was clear that his earlier annoyance with Motoyasu had motivated this move; it was completely intentional.
"Jason, are you out of your mind?" Ren shouted, panic rising in his voice. "You're a tank! Can't you cooperate properly with us? You're not a hero; you're going to get us killed!"
Just as the others feared, they were convinced that Jason's reckless leap onto the zombie general's face would do little more than earn him a fatal blow from its machete.
After all, these individuals were all attacking classes, upgraded by more than 20 levels, yet they still couldn't inflict much damage on the zombie general. As a tank, how could Jason pose any real threat to such a formidable foe?
As Ren and Itsuki had predicted, Jason leaped into the air and clenched his fists tightly. Without performing any flashy moves or skills, he delivered a simple but powerful punch directly to the zombie general's face.
The next second, everyone present widened their eyes in astonishment.
Boom!
A thunderous sound echoed as his fist connected with flesh, sending a shockwave through the air. The zombie general's face caved in beneath Jason's punch, causing it to stumble backward with a pained roar.
With another resounding impact, the zombie general completely fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Ren, Itsuki, and the surrounding adventurers stood in stunned silence, as if turned to stone.
Despite their numerous attacks and the array of skills they had unleashed, none of them had caused the zombie general to lose its footing. Jason, however, had done it with a single blow.
What was happening here?
With so many people my own, isn't it a joke that one punch from someone else was all it took?
"Could it be... Jason is not just a shield hero, but a fist hero?" Itsuki speculated, exchanging doubtful glances with Ren.
"It's possible," Ren replied, still trying to process the scene before them.
Meanwhile, Motoyasu, who had ended up seated on the ground with a footprint on his face, stared blankly in disbelief, his nose bleeding slightly. "Oh my god... this is way too fierce!"
As Jason descended from mid-air, he raised his shield high above his head.
"air Shield! second Shield! third Shield..."
Giant shields formed from spiritual energy materialized in mid-air, extending skyward like a staircase.
Jason ascended the aura shields, making himself appear smaller and smaller in the eyes of Motoyasu and the others.
"Climbing so high, what does he want to do?"
"You ask me? How would I know? It's impossible to think he's attempting suicide!"
The adventurers below exchanged confused looks, unable to comprehend Jason's intentions.
When the aura shield at its highest point vanished, Jason plummeted downwards. However, his fall was not like a typical free fall; he descended with incredible speed.
Before Motoyasu, Ren, Itsuki, and the other adventurers fully understood what was happening, they saw Jason plummet, a pair of wings that appeared to be made of flames unfurling from his back.
At that moment, he accelerated even further and landed squarely on the zombie general, who was just attempting to rise.
Another powerful explosion followed, shaking the very ground.
Winds whipped violently from the point of impact, lifting dust and debris into the air.
Ren and the nearby adventurers struggled to maintain their footing, stumbling backward uncontrollably. Even Itsuki, positioned a little farther away, shielded his eyes with his hands.
And Motoyasu, who was still seated on the ground, was thrown back, scrambling to get out of the way.
"What just happened? How did Jason pull off such a terrifying move?"
Planting his holy sword into the ground, Ren half-knelt to stabilize himself, his gaze fixed in horror on the disarray around him. "Could it be... Jason has already dealt with the boss?"
Listening closely, they soon realized that the sounds of flesh being struck echoed through the settling dust.
As the dust began to clear, they finally got a clear view of what lay within.
Jason sat atop the zombie general, raining down punches onto its face one after another, his frustration palpable. "Why aren't you dead? Why aren't you dead? Your health is too thick!"
As he shouted, the zombie general's health bar visibly diminished with each hit.
At that moment, everyone—brave heroes and adventurers alike—suddenly felt a sense of pity for the zombie general as it was being mercilessly pressed down and beaten.
After all, it was a BOSS; couldn't they spare it some dignity?
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