"Next trial!"
The moment Elder Cai Yue'er finished speaking, the floor at the center of the hall rumbled, and dozens of enormous stone tables rose out of nowhere, like stages conjured from thin air.
"The rules are simple." Cai Yue'er pointed at the mountains of snowy-white steamed buns on the tables. "Finish all the buns in front of you within the time limit. Once you're done, you may eat someone else's. But there's one condition—you must be on good terms."
Before she had even finished, Tang Wulin's stomach obligingly let out a low growl.
With the Golden Dragon King bloodline, his metabolism ran like a perpetual-motion machine, and hunger was his eternal companion. Gazing at the little mountain of carbohydrates before him, Tang Wulin's eyes shone not with weariness, but with the gleam of a hunter spotting his prey.
"Begin!"
At the command, Tang Wulin grabbed a bun bigger than his fist. Without bothering to chew carefully, he tore into it, his cheeks working at lightning speed. He looked as though he were performing some kind of mechanical pulverization.
Seeing this, the others lowered their heads and dug in as well.
Yet this seemingly simple act of "eating" was actually a brutal test of their physical limits. An ordinary person's stomach could only hold so much, let alone those of these growing teenagers. Before long, cries of misery rang out one after another.
"I can't... I really can't eat another bite!" "These aren't buns—they're trying to kill us!"
Quite a few students clutched their swollen bellies and withdrew, their faces deathly pale. Looking at Tang Wulin's stomach, which seemed connected to another dimension, they felt nothing but despair.
By now, Tang Wulin had wiped out half his "enemy forces," but that hollow hunger still followed him like a shadow. Just