Chapter 10

Not far away, Jelf clearly noticed the situation here and another deafening laugh echoed, "Hahaha, kid, are you sleepwalking? Or are you already scared by the boxing business? This isn't a place for playing house, hahaha."

Mu Fan continued to punch the target stand in front of him, all straight punches, left, right, left, right... as if... as if his breathing was as regular as if he were sleeping. If you looked closely, you wouldn't miss the slight glimmer on the corner of Mu Fan's mouth, and his bright eyes were clearly unfocused at the moment.

After Jelf finished laughing and saw that Mu Fan was ignoring him, he felt extremely bored and couldn't do anything about it, so he stopped paying attention to the dazed kid.

Five minutes passed, everyone was practicing, Mu Fan was still punching...

Fifteen minutes passed, everyone was still practicing, Mu Fan was still punching...

Half an hour passed, some people had already gone to drink water and rest, but Mu Fan was still maintaining that frequency. If you were observant, you wouldn't miss that Mu Fan's punching frequency was no different from half an hour ago. The target stand was still motionless, and only a few people occasionally glanced over.

Fifty minutes passed, most people had stopped to rest and chat, Jelf also finished his routine and left the stage, but Mu Fan was still punching, with no change in frequency. Some people started to notice and began to whisper.

"This kid is something, he hasn't moved for fifty minutes."

"Look at the target stand, it hasn't even wobbled. The kid's punches are weak, just a few dull thuds."

"Jelf is walking over again. Is he trying to give this kid a hard time?"

"Shh, look, Jelf is slapping him. Will that hand strength knock the kid down, hahaha."

Jelf, after drinking water, frowned and walked over to Mu Fan, who seemed oblivious, with his eyes still unfocused, and continued to punch at a steady pace.

"Hey, kid, put some strength into it," Jelf said with a malicious grin, raising his left hand as he walked and slapping Mu Fan's left shoulder like a good friend, but secretly applying some force. Anyone under 100 kilograms wouldn't be able to withstand that slap. Mu Fan, who weighed at most 70 kilograms, definitely couldn't handle it. He had been standing there like a fool for a long time, punching without speaking, as if he had come to work out, and his attitude was really annoying.

Slap! Just like Man Kun, the expected situation didn't happen. Jelf felt as if he had hit a rock, and then he felt the movement of Mu Fan's left fist as it retracted.

"Kid!" Jelf, feeling his face lost again, looked down at Mu Fan, whose head slowly turned, and gave a vicious smile.

Then he saw Mu Fan's unfocused eyes waver and focus on him, "Is it mealtime?" Mu Fan's eyebrows suddenly rose, and he stared at the giant in front of him.

"What?" Jelf's气势 instantly diminished.

"Is it mealtime?" Mu Fan looked up at him and asked again.

"Oh, oh, almost," the giant in front of him was stunned, having never seen such a person in all these years.

"Ah, thanks," Mu Fan, hearing that it was almost mealtime, immediately regained the spirit he had when he first arrived, even becoming more energetic.

"Kid, you're thinking about eating before you've even started working. Your body can't handle much food. Don't choke on a few extra bites," Jelf, regaining his composure, said sarcastically.

"What is choking?" Mu Fan felt that he had never had the concept of being full in his memory, let alone the word "choking," so he really didn't know.

"You!" Jelf's scar on his forehead twitched with anger. If there were no others watching, he would have really wanted to punch this brat.

"Kid, your appetite is proportional to your strength." After two years at the martial arts hall, Jelf's vulgarity had increased, and his mindset after retiring from being a mercenary had become more twisted.

"Don't act like a starving ghost, eat a few bites and stop. The martial arts hall's meals are not allowed to be taken out, and if you're caught, you'll be beaten."

"Mealtime!!" Someone shouted, and Mu Fan's eyes lit up. He didn't even bother to pay attention to the giant in front of him and ran over directly.

...

Canteen No. 3, the dedicated canteen for the martial arts hall staff, was also spacious and empty. Since it was on the first floor and closest, the sparring partners were the first to enter, and there weren't many people yet. Everyone queued up at the window to take two boxes of nutritious meals and then went to a side to eat. The difference between this canteen and others was that it used cheap artificial synthetic nutrients, which were compressed and flavored to create different tastes. They contained rich energy, protein, vitamins, etc., but the taste was much worse than normally cooked food and caused a stronger feeling of fullness. Most people would be full after eating less than one box. However, compared to the synthetic food for the poor, the martial arts hall's nutritious meals had four times the energy per 100 grams.

People came to eat mainly because the meals were free, even though they were hard to eat, the nutrition was still good. They would save some of the money they earned in the evening to go out for a treat and have a drink.

"Two boxes, next... next."

The canteen staff were orderly distributing the nutritious meals.

"Oh, Kemo, take three boxes."

Mu Fan, standing behind, saw the tall man in front of him take three standard meals from the canteen staff, and his eyes widened.

"Two boxes, take them, next... Hey, why aren't you moving? The next person is waiting, move quickly."

Mu Fan, holding two boxes of nutritious meals, stared straight at the person in front of him, not moving, and pointed to the man called Kemo who had just left, saying indignantly, "Why can he take three boxes? Is there a limit on how much food one can take?"

The people around him were stunned, then burst into laughter, and the person in front of him was almost in tears from laughing.

"Hahaha, I knew it, your brain is different. There's someone asking about extra nutritious meals. Kemo's build can handle it, can you? This stuff is compressed, and you want to eat more? Don't you fear overeating, hahaha." The deep, resonant laughter came from behind, and Jelf, who had just entered the door, saw this scene and walked over forcefully, pushing everyone aside. No one objected to the bear-like Jelf.

Jelf walked up to Mu Fan, looked down at him, and sneered, "Kid, watch carefully."

"My meal?"

"Oh, yours, five boxes!"

Jelf held five boxes of nutritious meals in one hand, patted Mu Fan with his right hand, and pointed to the boxes, "See? Appetite is proportional to strength."

"Then I want ten boxes!" Mu Fan looked at the white-capped server seriously.

"Hahaha~" There was another burst of laughter around.

The white-capped server was helpless and quickly handed him three boxes, saying, "Finish these first, then come back. Prove your appetite, and we'll give you more. Remember, no taking extra meals out."

Mu Fan nodded, took the three boxes, and said solemnly, "I'll come back for more, prepare them."

The people around him were laughing so hard they could barely stand up straight.

...

Holding three lunch boxes, Mu Fan sat down on a chair not far away, laid out the three boxes on the table, and the smell of synthetic meat wafted over, making his stomach growl loudly. He had never eaten so much in one meal! Mu Fan, who had always been hungry, couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed the steel spoon and scooped out a fifth of a box of nutritious meal, barely chewing, and swallowed it roughly!

Suddenly, Mu Fan's eyes widened! He could feel the hunger in his stomach. The poor-grade synthetic meals he had eaten before would be digested quickly, but now he could clearly feel that the food was much more filling than before. It expanded in his stomach for a moment, even though it only lasted for one second, but the energy it provided made him feel refreshed! Even his flesh and blood seemed to crave this energy! For his body, although the compressed nutritious meals provided less energy than the better-tasting beast meat, they were absorbed faster and in sufficient quantity, which was exactly what he needed.

"Satisfied!!!"

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