Zeref, who was not far away, had obviously noticed the situation here, and another burst of ear-splitting laughter came out, "Hahaha, boy, are you sleepwalking? Or are you already scared of the sandbag business? This is not the case.
It’s a place where you come to play house, hahahaha”
Mu Fan still punched the target platform in front of him, all straight punches, left, right, left, right... as if... his breathing was as regular as sleeping, if he got close
Looking at it, it is not difficult to find that there is a little sparkle hanging on the corner of Mu Fan's mouth, and the pupils in his bright eyes are obviously not focused at the moment.
After Zeref finished laughing, he looked at Mu Fan who ignored him. He couldn't help but feel bored, and he didn't want anything to happen, so he stopped paying attention to the dazed boy over there.
Five minutes passed. Everyone was practicing there. Mu Fan punched and punched...
Fifteen minutes have passed, and everyone is still practicing, and Mu Fan is still hitting...
Half an hour has passed, and some people have gone to drink water and rest. Mu Fan still maintains that frequency. If you are careful, it is not difficult to find that there is no difference between Mu Fan's punching frequency and the frequency half an hour ago, but the target platform is still tattooed.
It didn't move at all, and some people only glanced here occasionally.
Fifty minutes have passed. Most people have stopped to rest and talk. Zeref has also stopped. Mu Fan is still punching there, with the same frequency. Some people have begun to pay attention here and are whispering.
talk.
"This kid is okay. He hasn't moved for fifty minutes."
"Look at the target platform, it's not shaking at all, and the kid's punches are weak. He just heard a few muffled sounds."
"Zerf walked over again. Did he think this kid didn't like him and wanted to give him a blow?"
"Shh, look, Zeref slapped him down, will the strength of his hand push this kid down, haha"
After drinking the water, Zeref frowned and glanced at Mu Fan over there before walking over. Mu Fan acted as if he hadn't heard anything, his pupils were still unfocused and he was still punching out at a constant speed.
"Hey, boy, try harder." Zeref smiled with good intentions. As he walked, he raised his left hand and patted Mu Fan on the left shoulder like a good friend, but he secretly exerted a little strength. He didn't weigh 100.
No one weighing more than 70 kilograms can withstand this slap. Mu Fan, whose body is at most 70 kilograms, will definitely not be able to bear this slap. He stood there boxing like a fool for a long time without saying a word. Did he think he was here for fitness? This attitude looked like
It's really upsetting.
There was a bang. Just like Mankun at that moment, the situation that Zeref expected did not happen. He felt that his hand was hit as if it had hit a stone, and then he felt Mu Fan retract his left fist.
movement of joints.
"Boy!" Zeref, who felt that he had lost face again, looked down at Mu Fan, who slowly turned his head, and smiled evilly.
Then what he saw was that the distracted eyes flickered, and then focused on him, "Is dinner ready?" Mu Fan's brows suddenly raised! He stared at the giant man in front of him.
"What?" Zeref instantly lost his temper.
"Is dinner ready?" Mu Fan looked up at him and asked again.
"Oh, oh, it's coming soon." The giant man in front of him was stunned. It was the first time he had seen such a person in so many years.
"Ah, thank you." When Mu Fan heard this, his whole body returned to the same spirit as when he first arrived, and even his whole body became high-spirited.
"Boy, you're thinking about eating before you even start working. How many meals can you eat with your body? Don't choke after eating two more mouthfuls." Zeref said sarcastically after coming back to his senses.
"What is choking?" Mu Fan felt as if he had never had the concept of being full in his memory, let alone the word choking, so he really didn't know.
"You!" The scar on Zeref's forehead was jumping with anger. If no one else was watching, he really wanted to punch this brat away.
"Boy, appetite is directly proportional to strength." After two years in the martial arts gym, Zeref became more and more tacky, and the mercenary's mentality became more and more distorted after he retired.
"Don't act like a starving ghost and stop eating after two bites. It is forbidden to take out food in the martial arts hall. If you are caught, I will maim you."
"It's time to eat!" Someone shouted over there. Mu Fan's eyes lit up and he ran over without even paying attention to the strong man in front of him.
…
Restaurant No. 3, the exclusive restaurant for the staff of the martial arts hall, is also large and empty. Since it is the closest on the first floor, it seems that there are not many people there when these sparring partners go in for the first time. Everyone queues at the window to take out two boxes of nutritious meals and then brings them to them.
Dine on the side. The difference between this restaurant and other restaurants is that cheap artificial nutrients are compressed, added, etc. to make different flavors. They are rich in energy, protein, vitamins, etc., but the taste is different from that of normally cooked food.
The difference is too much, and it is easier to feel full. Most people will be full after eating less than one box. But compared to the poor-level synthetic food, the energy per 100 grams of martial arts meals is four times that of the poor-level.
Everyone came here to eat because the food was free. Although it tasted terrible, it was still very nutritious. In the evening, they used some of the money they earned to go out for a dental festival and drink.
"Two boxes, next one...next one."
The service staff in the restaurant distributed nutritious meals in an orderly manner.
"Oh, Kemo, grab the three boxes."
Mu Fan, who was standing at the back, his eyes widened when he saw another tall man in front of him taking three boxes of standard meals from the restaurant staff.
"Two boxes, take them, the next one... Hey, why don't you leave, the ones behind are waiting, hurry up."
Mu Fan held two boxes of nutritious meals and looked directly at the person in front of him without moving. Then he pointed at the man named Kemo who had just left and said angrily, "How can he take three boxes? Is there a limit on eating?"
Everyone around him was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. The people in front of him were so laughing that they almost shed tears.
"Hahaha, I said, it's definitely because my brain is different. Some people also asked about how much nutritious meals should be eaten. Can you eat it if your body is strong enough to eat it? These things are all compressed. Do you still want to eat them?
Eat more, and you won't be afraid of dying, hahaha." The roaring laughter came from behind. When Zeref saw this scene as soon as he entered the door, he walked forward arrogantly and pushed everyone around him away. Everyone looked on.
No one had any objections to the bear-like Zeref.
Zeref walked up to him, looked down at Mu Fan, and said with a slight sarcasm, "Boy, watch out."
"Where's my food?"
"Oh, yours, five boxes!"
Zeref held five boxes of nutritious meals in one hand, patted Mu Fan with his right hand, and tapped the direction of the lunch boxes with his chin, "See? Food intake is directly proportional to strength."
"Then I want ten boxes first!" Mu Fan looked seriously at the caterer wearing a little white hat in front of him.
"Hahahaha~" There was another burst of laughter from everyone around.
Little White Hat was even more helpless and hurriedly handed him three boxes and said, "You finish this first and then come back. First prove your appetite and then we will give it to you. Remember, you are not allowed to take away any extra."
Taking the three boxes of nutritious meals in his hand, Mu Fan nodded and said solemnly, "I'll come over to pick them up in a moment. Prepare them first."
The people around him were laughing so much that they could hardly stand upright.
…
Carrying three boxes of lunch, Mu Fan sat on a chair not far away and placed the three boxes of lunch on the dining table. A smell of synthetic meat smell wafted over, and his stomach growled loudly. He had never had a meal before.
After eating so much! Mu Fan, who has always been unable to eat enough, couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed a spoon and shoveled out a fifth of the box of nutritious meals. He didn't even chew much, and the rough texture didn't make him happy.
It doesn’t stop him from swallowing it in one gulp!
Suddenly Mu Fan's eyes widened! He could feel the hunger in his stomach. The poor-level synthetic meal he had exchanged for before felt that his stomach was gone after eating it, but now he could clearly feel it.
The food lasted much longer than the poor people's meals he had eaten before. It actually expanded a bit when it reached his stomach. Although it only lasted for one second longer, the energy that came from his stomach to his limbs made him feel a burst of energy.
Refreshing! This thirst for energy even comes from the flesh and blood! For his body, although the energy supplemented by the compressed nutritious meal is not as good as the better-tasting beast meat, it is absorbed faster and in higher amounts.