For two straight days, Shi Tiexin cultivated in seclusion at the Pretty Group.
He did not move, did not practice martial arts, and did not even leave his room, like an old monk meditating on Zen. He either read or wrote, his whole person growing quiet as he accumulated greater strength.
Without using cheats, he intended to bring out every scrap of his strength.
Because he knew very well that Shi Yuwei was far stronger than she appeared.
Whether it was the match where he had been instantly defeated last time, or her brief clash with Qiu Huang at the restaurant, Shi Yuwei had never displayed the level she should have possessed. Her fighting spirit had been locked away, suppressed for far too long. Once it was fully unleashed, it would erupt with explosive force.
At the same time, Shi Yuwei spent those two days adjusting her condition as well.
Her method was simple: once she was full, she slept; once she woke up, she pooped; once she was done pooping, she ate.
She ate eight meals a day, pooped eight times, and slept twenty-two hours.
She ate an especially great deal, looking every moment as though she were still starving to death as she had in the past. She was practically a bottomless pit.
She slept especially soundly, like a newborn infant every second of every minute. Nothing could disturb her, nothing could affect her.
Even during the two hours she spent eating and using the bathroom, her eyes remained shut the entire time, a snot bubble hanging from her nose, her mouth puffing out audible breaths as though she were sleepwalking.
The snot bubble swelled and shrank, expanding and contracting without end. With every expansion and contraction, each breath seemed to draw in boundless vital energy, and "+1000,"