As he spoke, the ice beneath Gu Daotian's feet had already been reduced to powder. A hole roughly three zhang across appeared beneath him, and the several-meter-thick solid ice was now as fragile as tofu.
A martial artist's Steel Qi was known for its fierce dominance, but for it to be this domineering was somewhat horrifying.
Beneath the solid ice was seawater. Once Gu Daotian entered the water, he moved more than ten times faster than a swimming fish. In an exceedingly short time, he had devoured several large fish raw, each weighing several hundred jin.
Altogether, he had consumed more than a thousand jin of food.
Yet when he leaped out of the icy sea, his belly was not the least bit swollen. Only his body had become a few degrees broader and thicker.
One person's Constitution could not be measured by another's. Even in the real world, where martial arts did not exist, there were fierce generals who could eat more than ten jin of food in a single meal.
And the people of this world already possessed extraordinary Constitutions. With profound martial arts to further awaken the human body's potential, they could eat even more.
Of course, in martial arts, being able to eat and being able to fight could practically be equated.
After all, Daoists could draw power from the void and transform it into Dharma power. Though they still could not completely abstain from food, their primary source of energy was not food.
But for martial artists, there was only one way to replenish energy: eat.
The food consumed by powerful martial artists was not turned into ordinary fat, but into a kind of high-density fascia. Beyond that, an even greater portion was transformed into qi and blood.
In just this brief period, Gu Daotian