Wu Pifu had a hearty breakfast at the street corner early in the morning: six fried dough sticks, three bowls of soy milk, three large steamed buns, and five eggs...
If the owner and several people nearby had not been staring at him in terror while holding up their phones to call the police, the fire department, or an ambulance... he would have kept eating.
As it was, he was only three or four tenths full. He was planning to eat another round at the next place.
As for money, that was easy enough. A little contribution from passersby would do; after all, eating did not cost much.
After a whole night of fighting, Wu Pifu still felt unsatisfied.
With the body of a five-year-old child combined with the supreme pinnacle of National Arts' Seeing God Without Destruction, he had faced a huge group of rule-based monsters—some with physical forms and near-limitless regeneration, others without physical forms but equally capable of near-limitless regeneration. The battle had been incredibly satisfying for Wu Pifu.
The thrill of battle had nothing to do with its level. He could certainly slash apart everything within a range of hundreds of kilometers with a single strike, but those one-strike annihilations were often not satisfying. It had little to do with the difference in strength between himself and his enemies.
This kind of close-quarters combat, with life and death hanging by a thread, was what truly made his blood boil.
A night of battle had not exhausted him. Instead, it had given his current body a proper warm-up. As for the burden on his flesh, as long as he did not overload himself in a single battle, he could adjust, treat, and recover in a short time.
It could be said that the night's battle had instead