His belly bulged out, making him look potbellied.
But it looked rather out of place on Zhao Xun. With his long arms and legs, he did not look fat anywhere else.
It would easily make people wonder whether there was something inside his stomach.
Still, for Zhao Xun, it was better than carrying it in his hand.
Otherwise, he would not be able to use different abilities with both hands at once.
Zhao Xun looked down the path on the right.
A lion lay fast asleep in the middle of the path. Apart from that, nothing else strange was visible.
Zhao Xun did not hurry over. Instead, he sat down where he was, took out his food, and began eating.
He had been busy for more than twelve hours since entering the game.
From three in the morning to three in the afternoon, he had barely stopped and had not eaten anything.
It was time for a short rest.
He quickly finished his steamed bun and took a few sips of water, then sat at the entrance to the path, watching the sleeping lion snore.
He made no particular effort to be quiet, but none of the noise he made woke the lion.
After a moment's thought, he deliberately clapped his hands to make more noise.
The lion still did not react.
He threw a hammer toward it.
The hammer landed a short distance in front of the lion with a bang.
The lion continued snoring thunderously, showing no sign of waking.
So Zhao Xun controlled the hammer remotely and struck the lion on the nose.
He hit hard, holding nothing back.
Blood immediately spurted from the lion's nose.
The snoring stopped at once.
An eerie silence settled over the air. A moment later, the lion suddenly opened its eyes.