A Big Meal Must Be Awesome

Gelf, who was not far away, had obviously noticed the situation. Another burst of ear-splitting laughter was heard. "Hahaha, boy, are you sleepwalking? Or are you scared by the profession of punching bags? This is not a place for you to play house. Hahahaha."

Mu Fan was still punching the shooting range in front of him. His punches were all straight, left, right, right, just like… breathing rhythmically when he was asleep. If you looked closer, it was not hard to see that there was a little crystal on the corner of Mu Fan's mouth. His bright eyes were not focused at the moment.

When Jelf finished laughing and saw that Mu Fan did not pay attention to him, he could not help feeling bored. He did not want to act up, so he stopped paying attention to the boy who was daydreaming.

Five minutes passed. Everyone was practicing. Mu Fan punched, punched…

Fifteen minutes passed, and everyone was still practicing. Mu Fan continued to strike…

Half an hour had passed, and some people had gone to drink water to rest. Mu Fan was still maintaining the same frequency. If one was attentive, it would not be hard to notice that Mu Fan's punching frequency was exactly the same as half an hour ago. However, the shooting range was still unmoved, and only a few people occasionally looked over.

Fifty minutes had passed, and most of the people had stopped to rest and talk. Jelf had also withdrawn from the court. Mu Fan was still punching there, and the frequency was exactly the same. Some people had already noticed them and were whispering.

"This guy is good. He hasn't moved in the last fifty minutes."

"Look at the shooting range. It didn't even shake. That guy's punches were weak. I only heard a few muffled sounds."

"Jelf has walked over again. Does he hate this boy and wants to show his strength?"

"Shh, look! Jelf slapped him. Would the force from that slap knock him down? Haha!"

When Jelf finished his drink, he frowned and looked at Mu Fan. Then he walked toward Mu Fan. Mu Fan acted as if he did not hear him. His eyes were still unfocused, and he was still punching at a uniform speed.

"Hey, boy, put some strength into it." Jelf chuckled with good intentions. He raised his left hand and patted Mu Fan's left shoulder like a good brother as he walked, but he secretly put some strength into it. A person who weighed less than 100 kilograms could not withstand his slap. Mu Fan's body, which was at most 70 kilograms, would definitely not be able to take it. He stood there like a fool and did not say a word. Did he think he was here to exercise? His attitude was really annoying.

Slap! Just like Mankun, the situation that Jeff expected did not happen. He felt as if his hand had hit a rock, and then he felt the movement of Mu Fan's joints when he withdrew his left fist.

"Boy!" Jeff, who felt he had lost face again, looked down at Mu Fan, who slowly turned around, and smiled fiercely.

Then he saw the unfocused eyes shake, and then focus on him. "Dinner is ready?" Mu Fan raised his eyebrows and stared at the man in front of him.

"What?" Jeff's momentum was instantly reduced.

"Is dinner ready?" Mu Fan looked up at him and asked again.

"Oh, oh, soon!" The burly man was dumbfounded. This was the first time he had seen such a person in so many years.

"Ah, thank you." Mu Fan heard that they were almost there, and he regained the spirit he had when he first arrived. He was even high-spirited.

"Boy, you want to eat before you even start working. How much food can you eat with that body of yours? Don't choke on your food after eating a few more mouthfuls," said Jeff sarcastically when he regained his composure.

"What is choking?" Mu Fan felt as if he had never had enough food in his memory, let alone choked on it, so he really did not know.

"You!" The scar on Jelf's forehead twitched in anger. If no one was watching, he would have punched the boy and sent him flying.

"Boy, your appetite is proportional to your strength." Having been in the martial arts arena for two years, Jelf had become more vulgar, and the mentality of mercenaries after they retired was becoming more twisted.

"Don't act like a hungry ghost. Eat a few mouthfuls and you won't eat anymore. The food in the dojo is not allowed to be brought out. You will be beaten up if you catch it."

"Dinner is ready!" someone shouted from the other side. Mu Fan's eyes lit up. He ignored the burly man in front of him and ran toward him.

…

Restaurant No. 3 was the exclusive restaurant for the staff of the martial arts arena. It was also spacious and empty. Since the first floor was the closest to the restaurant, the first thing the trainers did when they went in was to show that there were not many people. After lining up at the window to take out two boxes of nutritional food, they brought them to the side to eat. The difference between this restaurant and other restaurants was that cheap synthetic nutrients were compressed and added into different flavors. There was rich energy, protein, vitamins, and so on in the food, but the taste was much worse than normal food, and it was easier to feel full. Ordinary people would be full before eating even one box. However, compared to the food synthesized by the poor, the energy of the martial arts arena's nutritional meal was four times that of the poor.

They came to eat because the food was free. Although it tasted bad, it was nutritious. They would take some of the money they earned in the evening to go out and drink.

"Two boxes. Next. Next."

The waiters in the restaurant distributed nutritious meals in an orderly manner.

"Oh, Ke Mo, take three boxes."

Mu Fan, who stood at the back, was stunned when he saw another tall man take the three boxes of standard meals from the staff.

"Two boxes. Take them. Next… Hey, why aren't you leaving? The ones behind are waiting. Let's go."

Mu Fan held the two boxes of nutritious food and stared at the person in front of him without moving. Then he pointed at the man called Ke Mo, who had just left, and said indignantly, "How could he take three boxes? Is there a limit to eating?"

The people around them were stunned, and then they burst into laughter. The person in front of them was laughing so hard that he almost cried.

"Hahaha, like I said, your brain is definitely not the same. Someone even asked you to eat more in a nutritious meal. Can you eat more with Ke Mo's physique? This stuff is compressed. If you want to eat more, aren't you afraid of dying from overeating? Hahaha!" The bell-like laughter came from behind. When Jeff entered the room, he saw this scene. He directly went up and pushed the people around him away. No one objected when they saw the bear-like Jeff.

Jelf walked in front of him and looked down at Mu Fan. He sneered, "Boy, watch carefully."

"Where's my food?"

"Oh, yours. Five boxes!"

Jeff held five boxes of nutritious food in one hand, patted Mu Fan with his right hand, and pointed to the direction of the food with his chin. "See? Meal quantity is proportional to strength."

"I'll take ten boxes first!" Mu Fan looked at the waiter in front of him with a straight face.

"Hahaha!" The crowd roared with laughter again.

The little white hat was even more helpless. He quickly handed him three boxes and said, "Finish this first and come back. Prove your appetite first before we give it to you. Remember not to take away the excess."

Mu Fan took the three boxes of nutritious food, nodded, and said solemnly, "I'll come and get it later. Prepare it first."

The people around them laughed so hard that they could not stand straight.

…

Mu Fan sat in a chair not far away with the three boxes of lunch in his hands. He set the three boxes on the dining table, and the smell of synthetic meat wafted toward him. His stomach growled. He had never eaten so much in one meal before! Mu Fan, who had lived a life of not being able to eat enough, could not wait any longer. He grabbed a steel spoon and shoveled out half of the boxes of nutritious food. He did not even chew much, and the rough texture did not stop him from swallowing it in one bite!

Suddenly, Mu Fan's eyes were wide open! He could feel the hunger in his stomach. He had felt that when he ate the slum-level synthesized meals, his stomach would grind a little, and then it would be gone. Now, he could clearly feel that the food was much more appetizing than the slum meals he had eaten before. The food would actually expand a little when it reached his stomach. Although it only lasted for one second more before it was gone, the trace of energy that came from his appetite to his limbs made him feel comfortable! Even his flesh and blood thirsted for energy! For his body, although the energy replenished by the compressed nutritional meals was less than that of the meat of the ferocious beast, the absorption speed was faster and more than enough. This was the food he wanted.

"Satisfied!"