"Tang San, Tang San, you really can eat anything."
Just one simple sentence,
made Tang San even more embarrassed.
If he had not used up all his Soul Power by farting, he definitely would have rubbed holes through his shoe soles with his toes.
He hurriedly spat out the Recovery Sausage in his mouth.
"You spat it out?"
"Looks like he's too embarrassed to eat it."
"After eating so many, it's only normal to be a little disgusted."
Ma Hongjun said gloomily.
Tang San said nothing upon hearing that. He hurriedly picked up the Recovery Sausage he had spat onto the ground and shoved it back into his mouth.
Ma Hongjun's annoyingly smug voice rang out again.
"Oh ho, he's eating again."
"Looks like he still hasn't had enough. Trying a different flavor, huh?"
Tang San was truly furious now.
Eating was wrong, and not eating was wrong.
What was he supposed to do?
Tang San felt like he was about to go insane.
When had the dignified Third Young Master ever been treated like this?
He glared viciously at Ma Hongjun.
"You fatso, I challenge you!"
Ma Hongjun paused.
"You want to challenge me?"
"That's right!"
Tang San swallowed the Recovery Sausage in one gulp.
Food and Soul Power could both affect him, and his Soul Power Level was low to begin with.
Oscar was already over level thirty.
After one Recovery Sausage, Tang San once again had the power of one fart.
"Since you want to challenge me, I'll give you the chance!"
Ma Hongjun agreed right away.
He did not mind letting Tang San put on a show.
Flender was also looking forward to seeing what Tang San was capable of.
Tang San had indeed shown too little in his earlier battle with Zhao Wuji.
"Fine!"
Tang