Big Appetite Means Awesome

Not far away, Jerff had clearly noticed the situation over here. Another burst of ear-splitting laughter came over. "Hahaha, kid, are you sleepwalking? Or have you already been scared stiff by this Sandbag gig? This isn't some playground for you to play house, hahahaha."

Mu Fan still punched the Target Stand in front of him, one fist after another, all straight punches. Left, right, left, right... as rhythmic as... as rhythmic as breathing in sleep. If you looked close, it wasn't hard to spot a bit of glistening drool at the corner of Mu Fan's mouth. His bright eyes now had pupils that clearly weren't focused.

Jerff finished laughing and saw that Mu Fan over here hadn't acknowledged him at all. He couldn't help feeling bored, but he couldn't just pick a fight either, so he stopped paying attention to that spaced-out kid.

Five minutes passed. Everyone was training. Mu Fan punched, one fist after another...

Fifteen minutes passed. Everyone was still training. Mu Fan still struck, one hit after another...

Half an hour passed. Some people had already gone to get water and rest. Mu Fan still maintained that same rhythm. If anyone was paying close attention, it wasn't hard to notice that Mu Fan's punching frequency hadn't changed a bit from half an hour ago. Only, that Target Stand still hadn't budged an inch. A few people occasionally glanced over this way.

Fifty minutes passed. Most people had stopped to rest and chat. Jerff had also finished and stepped off the floor. Mu Fan was still there, punching one fist after another, his rhythm not a bit off the entire time. People had started to notice him, whispering among themselves.

"This kid's got some stamina, fifty minutes without moving a muscle."

"Look at the target stand, it hasn't even wobbled. The kid's punches have no power either, just a few dull thuds."

"Jerff's walking over again. Does he have it out for this kid, trying to put him in his place?"

"Shh, look, Jerff's slapping him down. Wonder if that force will knock the kid over, haha."

Just then, Jerff finished drinking his water, frowned at Mu Fan over there, and walked over. Mu Fan acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, his pupils still unfocused, still throwing punches at a steady pace.

"Hey, kid, put some muscle into it." Jerff grinned maliciously, raising his left hand as he walked and slapping it onto Mu Fan's left shoulder like they were old buddies. But he secretly put some force into it—anyone under 100 kilos couldn't withstand that slap. Mu Fan's frame, at most 70 kilos, definitely couldn't take it. He'd been standing there like an idiot punching away without saying a word, like he was here for a workout. That attitude was really pissing him off.

Slap. A sound rang out, just like with Kemo earlier. But the scene Jerff expected didn't happen. He felt his hand hit something like a rock, jarring him, and then he sensed the movement of Mu Fan's left shoulder joint as he pulled his fist back.

"Kid!" Feeling like he'd lost face again, Jerff looked down at Mu Fan, who was slowly turning his head, and gave a vicious grin.

Then he saw those unfocused eyes waver, then lock onto him. "Is it time to eat?" Mu Fan's brows suddenly shot up! He stared wide-eyed at the giant in front of him.

"What?" Jerff's momentum instantly deflated.

"Is it time to eat?" Mu Fan looked up at him and asked again.

"Oh, oh, almost." The giant was dumbfounded. In all his years, this was the first time he'd met someone like this.

"Ah, thanks." Hearing "almost," Mu Fan perked up, back to the energy he'd had when he first arrived, even seeming to brighten all over.

"Kid, you haven't even done any work yet and you're already thinking about eating. How many ounces of food can that frame of yours hold? Don't choke on a couple extra bites." Jerff snapped back to himself and sneered.

"What's choking?" Mu Fan felt like he'd never had the concept of being full in his memory, let alone the word "choking." So he genuinely didn't know.

"You!" The scar on Jerff's forehead twitched with anger. If no one else were watching, he'd really want to punch this brat flying.

"Kid, appetite is proportional to strength." After two years at the martial arts hall, Jerff's vulgarity was getting heavier. His mentality had been twisting more and more since retiring as a mercenary.

"Don't act like a starving ghost. Eat a couple bites and stop. The hall's meals are forbidden to take out. Get caught and you'll be crippled too."

"Time to eat!!" Someone shouted over there. Mu Fan's eyes lit up. He couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the big man in front of him and dashed straight over.

Cafeteria 3, the exclusive dining hall for the martial arts hall's staff. It was also spacious and empty. Since it was on the first floor and closest, these sparring partners got in first, so it wasn't too crowded yet. Everyone lined up at the window, picked up two boxes of Nutritional Meal, and carried them to the side to eat. The difference between this cafeteria and others was that cheap synthetic nutrients were compressed and flavored into different tastes, packed with energy, protein, vitamins, and so on. But the texture was far worse than normally cooked food, and it was easier to feel full. Most people couldn't even finish one box. However, compared to poverty-grade synthetic food, the hall's Nutritional Meal had four times the energy per hundred grams.

Everyone came for the free meals. Even though it tasted bad, the nutrition was still pretty good. They'd set aside some of the money they earned at night to go out for a proper treat and some drinks.

"Two boxes. Next... next."

The cafeteria staff handed out Nutritional Meals in an orderly fashion.

"Oh, Kemo, three boxes, here you go."

Mu Fan, standing behind, saw another tall man in front of him take three standard boxes from the staff and stared wide-eyed.

"Two boxes, here. Next... Hey, why aren't you moving? People behind are waiting. Hurry up."

Mu Fan held his two boxes of Nutritional Meal, staring straight at the person in front of him without moving. Then he pointed at the man named Kemo, who had just left, and said indignantly, "How come he gets three boxes? Is there a limit on eating?"

The people around froze, then burst into laughter. The person in front of him laughed so hard tears almost came out.

"Hahaha, I told you, his brain's definitely wired differently. Someone actually asking about eating more Nutritional Meal. Kemo's build can handle it. Can you? This stuff is all compressed. You want to eat more? Not afraid of bursting? Hahaha." The bell-like mockery came from behind. Jerff had just walked in and saw this scene. He shoved his way through the crowd, pushing people aside. Everyone looked at the bear-like Jerff, and not a single person objected.

Jerff walked up, looked down at Mu Fan, and sneered with a mocking curl of his lip. "Kid, watch this."

"Where's my meal?"

"Oh, yours. Five boxes!"

Jerff held five boxes of Nutritional Meal in one hand, patted Mu Fan with his right, and nodded toward the boxes. "See? Appetite is proportional to strength."

"Then I want ten boxes first!" Mu Fan said seriously, looking at the server with the White Hat.

"Hahaha~" Another round of laughter erupted around them.

The White Hat was even more helpless. He quickly handed him three boxes and said, "Finish these first, then come back. Prove your appetite, and we'll give you more. Remember, no taking extra out."

Taking the three boxes of Nutritional Meal, Mu Fan nodded and said very solemnly, "I'll come back for them later. Have them ready."

The people around were laughing so hard they could barely stand straight.

Carrying his three boxes of lunch, Mu Fan sat down at a nearby table. He spread the three boxes out on the table. The smell of synthetic meat wafted up, and his stomach let out a loud growl. He had never eaten this much in one meal!! He'd always lived on the edge of hunger. Mu Fan couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed the steel spoon, scooped up a fifth of a box of Nutritional Meal, barely chewed, and swallowed it down despite the rough texture!

Suddenly, Mu Fan's eyes went wide! He could feel the hunger in his stomach. Before, when he ate poverty-grade synthetic meals, he felt like they dissolved as soon as they hit his stomach. Now, he could clearly sense that this food was far more filling than the poverty meals he'd had before. It actually expanded a bit in his stomach first. Even though it only lasted a second longer before disappearing, the trace of energy spreading from his stomach to his limbs felt incredibly refreshing! Even his flesh and blood seemed to crave this energy! For his body, although the compressed Nutritional Meal's energy was a bit worse than the better-tasting beast meat, it absorbed faster and had enough quantity. This was the food he wanted.

"Satisfied!!!"