Level 17!

Five bites. It only took five bites for Mu Fan to finish the box of nutritional meals. The refreshing feeling of having a drought in his stomach and having absorbed enough nutrient water made his bones feel lighter.

Why didn't he come earlier? His eyes were red as he stared at the next box. Mu Fan did not notice that someone was starting to notice him.

After eating the second box in four mouthfuls, he ate the third box in four mouthfuls. Mu Fan's thin body was like a bottomless pit. His stomach did not even heave when he ate the three boxes of nutritious food. It was still flat!

The baldie, who had eaten less than half a box of food with a spoon, stared at the three boxes of nutritious food with his mouth agape. Mu Fan only paused for a moment, then got up to fetch a big glass of water! After gulping, he turned and walked straight to the leading table.

He even drank a big glass of water! Would he die of bloatedness? The baldie forgot to close his mouth. It had only been a few minutes—no, a minute—but he had eaten three boxes! He had drunk so much water that his nutritional meal would expand rapidly when it came to water! That was enough for him to be sent to the clinic.

"Ten boxes. Thank you." Mu Fan looked at the little white hat longingly.

The little white hat had just finished two boxes and was about to wipe his sweat when he looked up and saw Mu Fan standing in front of him again.

"Didn't I give you three boxes? Come and get them after you finish them!" He was obviously a little angry. It had only been a minute or so since they had shared lunch, and this boy had come again. Was he trying to make trouble?

"I'm done eating. Please give me ten more boxes. Thank you," Mu Fan answered politely. Although he was poor, his adoptive parents had taught him to thank people and be grateful when they encountered trouble.

The little white hat looked past Mu Fan and behind him. Three empty lunch boxes were placed there, and beside them was a baldie who held a spoon and opened his mouth.

The commotion on Mu Fan's side had attracted the attention of the group of people just now. They thought they would see this kid make a fool of himself ten minutes later, but they saw him again just as they sat down.

"I'll give you three more boxes. You might get into trouble if you eat too much of this." The little white hat was a little out of his mind. He handed him three boxes mechanically and kindly reminded him.

"Seven more boxes." Mu Fan's eyes continued to stare at the little white hat, unmoved.

"Oh, okay." The little white hat looked at Mu Fan with a little creepy eyes and stiffly handed him the rest of the nutritious food.

Then Mu Fan turned around with the ten boxes of nutritious food in his arms and was about to go back when he noticed that everyone in the hall was looking at him as if they had stopped. When he saw the look in their eyes, Mu Fan tightened his grip on his arm again. His meaning was clear: No one can take it from me. This is mine.

Everyone gulped. Even Jelf was a little stunned. He looked at the two empty boxes in front of him and then at Mu Fan's half-a-meter-tall lunchbox. His stomach suddenly swelled.

"I'll go!"

"Is he even human?!"

"Is this a Star Beast in a human skin? His appetite is so high that he can eat Jelf. How thin is he?"

"He won't be able to finish it," someone said to himself with certainty.

"What if he eats all of it?" reminded a man kindly.

"Ah, that's impossible!" they whispered in unison.

Mu Fan returned to his seat and lined up the ten boxes of nutritious food in two lines. When he lowered his head and was about to eat, he noticed that Baldie, who was sitting diagonally across from him, was looking at him with his mouth wide open. He then stretched out his hand and pulled the box closer to him.

…

Five minutes later, the canteen erupted.

"Oh my god!"

"He finished it!"

Mu Fan leaned back in his chair and rubbed his stomach in satisfaction. His whole body felt warm, and he instantly felt that today was the most memorable day of his life. Yes, he was even happier than when he had picked up the black egg. The black egg had to earn money to buy him a photon computer, and he was finally full for the first time in his life.

"Burp." A soft burp made Mu Fan narrow his eyes. It felt good to have strength in his limbs! He had never experienced strength like this before. He clenched his fists and felt that he had endless strength!

The tall lunchbox stacked on the table shocked everyone, including Jeff.

"Good boy! You are indeed great. I, Jelf, have always believed in one creed. A big appetite is a sure thing! I don't know if you are great in other aspects, but I admire your appetite!" Jelf looked at the five empty lunch boxes in front of him and suddenly felt defeated. He then looked at the 13 empty lunch boxes and was convinced.

"Hey!" Mu Fan stood up and stretched. "I'm finally full! So this is what it feels like to be full. I'm so happy!"

He clenched his fist and stretched his arms. A crackling sound came from his body. When he looked at his stomach, which showed no signs of bulging, everyone looked at him as if he was a beast.

Mu Fan walked out unconsciously, but his pace was slower than when he came in. His face showed obvious happiness.

…

Ten minutes ago, when the maintenance personnel of Training Ground No.5 did their daily cleaning and equipment inspection, they walked to the shooting range.

"Hey, why didn't you turn on the hydraulic pressure switch on this target?" The staff shook his head as he looked at the fist mark on the target. "Who would be so silly as to hit a 4-ton steel ingot with so much force when the machine was not turned on? It must have been sent to the treatment room. Sigh, seriously, I have to change this target mat." He pressed the switch on the side of the target console as he babbled. With a "Chi" sound, the hydraulic axis was activated, and then he took off the target mat with the fist mark and replaced it with a new one. He continued his daily work.

It was like the dew that dripped from the grass in a pond. After a slight ripple, it disappeared, and the water returned to calmness.

When Mu Fan finished his meal and walked out of the restaurant, he saw that people were coming to the dojo for training. It was still break time. He opened the electronic light screen on the side of the corridor, which introduced the dojo's facilities.

First floor: Training Ground 1-9, field equipment: combat robot, 4-ton hydraulic target, level 1A standard strength tester (upper limit corresponds to Physique Level 20, instant explosive fist strength 5350 kg), Iron Sand Fist Bag, Muscle Training Device, Gravity Machine (1-4 times gravity adjustable, paying standard 100 star dollars / 1 hour)

Mu Fan's eyes lit up. The dazzling images and explanations tempted him. He was even more interested in the last gravity room. However, he thought that an hour could offset his income for a day, so he decided to forget about it.

After browsing through, Mu Fan had a general idea of the dojo's situation. The first floor was mainly used for training for employees and ordinary customers; the second floor was for beginner VIP members. Every training room had an identification device, and only one person was served in each training room. The third floor was for advanced VIP members. Each training room was twice the size of the second floor and was equipped with sparring partners. The customers could choose sparring partners to train. At the same time, the equipment level on the third floor was higher than the first and second floors. For example, the gravity room supported 1-8 times the adjustment, but the cost was also astronomical. The people who could come to the third floor in District 22 were either rich or powerful.

Mu Fan shook his head and did not think too much about it. He walked back to the training ground. The staff had finished their daily tasks and gone to eat. The training ground was empty.

Mu Fan walked through the area with interest and occasionally tried it out. He felt full now, and he had endless strength. He wanted to find a place to vent it. When he returned to the shooting range, he smacked his lips, clenched his right hand into a fist, and suddenly exerted strength in his shoulder and elbow. A deep and powerful sound echoed, and he felt the shooting range in front of him shake backward to offset his strength.

Was it broken? Mu Fan did not feel the strong feedback from before. He thought the machine was broken, but at the same time, he felt that it was not satisfying enough. He quickly looked around to make sure no one was around and then quickly walked away. What a joke! He could not afford such a big machine with his salary.

Ten meters away was a large Strength Measuring Machine. It was silent and huge like a planetary elephant.

When the young man passed by this big guy, he glanced at it and quickly confirmed that it was a strength testing machine. It was four times the size of the console.

This one shouldn't be broken, right? With this thought in mind, Mu Fan stood still, gathered his strength, and punched like a hammer.

After a heavy bang, a set of data appeared on the electronic display: 3597kg!

Level 17!

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