Fang Cheng contentedly closed his eyes, imrsing all his senses in the changes happening within his body.
At this mont, his stomach was like a high-speed crusher, frantically processing the Crawling Beast at he had just swallowed.
As the chewed muscle fibers were rapidly decomposed, a scorching airflow burst forth from his stomach.
Like a blazing fire igniting, it climbed up along his spine, rapidly spreading through his Eight Extraordinary ridians to his limbs and bones.
This surge of heat was far more violent than the energy provided by ordinary food.
It carried an aggressive intensity, repeatedly washing over every taut muscle.
Fang Cheng held his breath, concentrating as he guided this blood and flesh energy to rge into his Dantian.
The True Qi, depleted considerably by his attempted flight earlier that morning, gained a slight increase thanks to this external blood and flesh energy.
The wondrous sense of fullness filled his ridians, as the True Qi cycled through his body in a continuous loop.
He had no doubt that with enough high-energy at supplentation, the so-called True Qi consumption would rely be as easy as filling one’s stomach.
"A rare species unseen in this world,"
Fang Cheng opened his eyes, a satisfied curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He quietly estimated the energy density of this mouthful of at, conservatively gauging it to be dozens of tis greater than ordinary beef.
An ordinary person might react as if they’ve taken a stimulant, struggling for days and nights to dissipate the energy.
Rembering that night grilling in the cave at the West Mountain, when Ma Donghe and Hou Peng devoured a few pieces of mutated wild boar, their bodies overheated, and their nosebleeds couldn’t be stopped.
Their pathetic inability to handle the excess nourishnt seed amusing even now.
It must be noted that the West Mountain’s wild boars rely experienced genetic mutations due to radiation leakage from a relic’s entrance.
This Crawling Beast, on the other hand, erged victorious in the brutal Otherworld, becoming a top predator with a condensed Blood Core within.
Their flesh refinent levels weren’t even in the sa dinsion.
Seeing the two with their faces flushed red from being overwheld by energy, Fang Cheng unceremoniously "accepted" the rest of the swollen pig leg.
As for the Crawling Beast at, they didn’t even have the qualification to taste it.
For Martial Artists who haven’t yet undergone any qualitative change in life levels, such peerless delicacy is indeed a toxic antidote.
"What a pity..."
Fang Cheng licked his lips, shaking his head silently.
The greatest suffering is nothing but having supre delicacies before you, yet unable to fully utilize them.
As he pondered, a light suddenly flickered in front of him.
Then, a prompt ssage appeared:
[You are consuming a rare ingredient, Constitution increased by 0.001]
Fang Cheng was slightly taken aback, looking at the panel’s display of Constitution enhancent, but he wasn’t much surprised.
Previously, while grilling the Hunting Dog creature in the Otherworld, the system had given similar feedback.
However, the enhancent from that flesh was negligible.
Whereas the Crawling Beast’s at quality was evidently superior, and rely eating a mouthful had already shown effect.
"This substance is multiple tis more potent than those supposedly top-tier supplents sold for exorbitant prices,"
Fang Cheng remarked, lowering his head to scrutinize the pot of richly aromatic stewed at.
To him, it was no longer food to satiate hunger, but an extraordinary supplent that could tangibly convert into personal combat strength.
After eating two pieces to suppress that clawing craving, he put down his chopsticks, setting the pot of at aside for now.
He then walked to the kitchen corner, reaching to open the gigantic horizontal freezer.
"Clack,"
Thick white frost wafted upwards, rising from the edge of the freezer.
He retrieved a heavy black plastic bag from the bottom shelf.
The bag contained the remaining Crawling Beast at, about nine kilos more.
The at was slapped heavily onto the solid wooden cutting board.
As the cling film was torn off, a faint rusty sll perated the kitchen instantly.
The at appeared dark red, muscle fibers extensively long, densely entwined together.
One could even see a cold tallic gleam clinging to the fascia.
Despite being solidly frozen, the ferocious aura of a high-level predator emanated fiercely.
Fang Cheng drew a thick-backed cleaver from the knife rack.
His right hand gripped the knife handle without rushing to start cutting, extending his left thumb along the at fiber directions, moving slowly.
He was searching for the gaps between these tough muscles.
In the next mont, Fang Cheng’s wrist throbbed.
The hefty steel knife in his hand flashed like a windmill, emitting an eye-catching chill.
As the knife-edge passed over the at, it surprisingly didn’t produce the sound of cutting at.
Instead, it emitted a "tearing" noise akin to a blade slicing heavy leather, indicating extre toughness.
It made sense after all.
Since the Crawling Beast when alive could withstand bullet attacks from the Hunter Squad on its flesh.
Fang Cheng’s gaze tightened, shoulder muscles slightly bulging with the knife-wielding arm.
He added three more points of force, each cut instantly defeating the stubborn fibers like slicing through smooth tofu.
In a matter of minutes, the at was neatly divided into palm-sized squares.
The edges smooth as mirrors, as if asured with precision calipers.
The prey that had once caused him quite a bit of trouble now lay obediently on the cutting board, ready for segntation.
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