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Chapter 165: Zhang Yu's Digestive Power!
Another minor deity remarked, “Meng Tao is swallowing quickly, but without Bao Shi Linggen’s support, his body alone can’t keep up. He’ll only slow down the more he eats.”
Huang Zichou nodded. “Exactly. This stage isn’t about how fast you eat—it’s about how fast you digest. Speed of consumption means nothing if your body can’t process it.”
As he spoke, Dai Xingzhi suddenly stood up, patting his bloated belly, and asked, “Examiner, where’s the restroom?”
A burst of light flared across the side of the exam hall—previously unnoticed, now revealed were over a dozen illuminated restroom doors.
Dai Xingzhi took a deep breath, then exploded into motion. His muscles tensed violently, and he shot toward the restroom like a bullet.
One second—inside the stall.
Two seconds—deafening noises erupted from within.
Three seconds—already zipping up his pants, he strode out.
All in three seconds.
The sheer speed, the astonishing intestinal strength, the unmatched digestive capacity—it left most students in stunned silence.
How powerful must one’s body be to evacuate so fast?
Back at his station, Dai Xingzhi glanced at his current 10th-place ranking, then grabbed another massive barrel of Synthetic Food and began devouring it again.
He muttered inwardly, “Hmph. Most students still haven’t grasped it. Appetite isn’t just about how much you eat—it reflects a warrior’s metabolism and digestive prowess.”
“And digestion… isn’t just about swallowing. It’s about processing.”
Farther away, Meng Tao watched in horror. “Damn it.”
As a long-term user of Bao Shi Linggen, Meng Tao had once been able to grow stronger just by eating waste. To become stronger, he’d spent hours each day consuming massive amounts of food. His digestive system had been trained to handle endless feasts.
But without Bao Shi Linggen… he could no longer digest properly. Worse, over-reliance on the supplement had left his natural digestive ability underdeveloped. He was starting to suspect it was even weaker than average students’.
Now, seeing several more students sprint toward the restrooms—yet feeling nothing in his own gut—Meng Tao felt his heart sink.
“Damn it!”
“I don’t even feel the urge to go!”
“How can I possibly win like this?”
“How?”
His rank plummeted from 5th to 6th in an instant. A wave of despair washed over him.
Meanwhile, another student also felt the mounting pressure.
Zhang Yu frowned. “Damn it… the rich have higher Physical Strength Levels… even their bathroom breaks are faster? This world is so unfair!”
Thanks to the flow of Chisui Hunyuanqi, Zhang Yu’s gut worked like a massive grinding stone, rapidly pulverizing every bite of Synthetic Food. Though the taste made him want to vomit, he managed to climb to a solid 17th place.
But as undigested residue piled up, his digestive efficiency dropped. His eating speed slowed. Within moments, he dropped to 18th—and was rapidly closing in on the 19th-ranked student behind him.
Seeing his rank slipping, feeling the pressure rise, Zhang Yu didn’t panic. Instead, he decided to observe his opponents’ strategies.
He turned to study the student just behind him—the 19th-ranked one, Li Tongyun, the same one he’d competed against in the previous round.
What he saw stunned him.
While devouring Synthetic Food at a furious pace, Li Tongyun’s body began to secrete a thick, milky white substance. Under her body heat, the fluid evaporated rapidly, leaving behind a trail of pale, chalky marks.
Huang Zichou commented, “That’s a Digestive System Modification Surgery. She’s using her sweat glands to expel waste.”
Another minor deity added, “Normally, sweat doesn’t turn that color. This is unusual.”
Huang Zichou nodded. “Yes. The protein concentration in her sweat is abnormally high—so much so that it’s forming surface tension, making it viscous.”
Huang Zichou continued, “In short, she’s overwhelmed. Her body can’t digest this much protein. She’s in a state of severe indigestion.”
Deng Bingding interjected, “So she’s choosing to expel waste before full digestion—by forcing it out through her skin.”
Deng Bingding paused, then added, “In other words… she’s diarrheating.”
The entire audience turned to Deng Bingding, waiting for his verdict.
After a brief silence, Deng Bingding said, “Still, it’s a demonstration of bodily control. We’ll count the rankings as-is.”
After finishing her barrel, Li Tongyun checked her new rank—18th—and felt a surge of relief.
“Thank goodness I had the money to afford this surgery back then. At this rate, I should make top 20.”
“If I keep pushing, keep eating without interruption… I can steadily climb a few more spots.”
Zhang Yu stared at Li Tongyun, eating and defecating simultaneously. He knew he couldn’t copy that method.
Now ranked 19th, the pressure mounted. But he didn’t panic. He kept observing, searching for inspiration.
“Holy crap… what’s wrong with A Zhen?”
Staring at Bai Zhenzhen’s grotesquely bloated stomach, Zhang Yu blinked in shock—then realized.
“Her Leiji True Body is forged for speed, her body hardened to incredible resilience.”
“She’s just stuffing food straight into her belly… sacrificing speed for raw capacity?”
He glanced at her rank—20th. Though he worried for her, he knew there was nothing he could do.
Then he looked at Yu Xinghan, ranked 16th. His belly swelled and deflated rhythmically, emitting a series of loud glug-glug sounds.
Huang Zichou spoke through the divine network, “That’s Da Chanqi—someone’s actually training a specialized technique for digestion?”
Deng Bingding added, “A Golden Core Disciple, after all. Yu Xinghan may not stand out in any one area, but he’s balanced—no real weaknesses. Most students take eating for granted, assuming it’s just about quantity.”
“But there’s a Body-Refining Technique designed specifically to aid digestion. Every meal gives extra physical nourishment. It’s a small edge… but over time, it becomes a terrifying gap.”
Zhang Yu didn’t understand Yu Xinghan’s method, so he turned his gaze to the second-ranked contestant—Yun Jing, the top-tier Xian Du student.
What he saw left him speechless.
Yun Jing poured food into the gaping hole in his chest, his entire body blazing red. The air around him warped from the intense heat. From his mouth and pores, thick black smoke erupted in waves.
Huang Zichou said, “Yun Jing’s digestive system is incredible—like a refining furnace. All ingested food is instantly cooked at extreme temperatures. Impurities are burned off as smoke.”
“If he wanted, he could keep eating until his body collapses from exhaustion.”
“No wonder top students never need the restroom.”
Another minor deity countered, “Not necessarily. Look at Ye Lingshao.”
There, Ye Lingshao remained unchanged—still the giant-sized eater, devouring Synthetic Food with no visible expansion in his belly.
The minor deity explained, “The Ye family’s Perfect Bloodline allows near-perfect absorption. Almost nothing remains after digestion. It’s said they only need to use the restroom once a year.”
“The time and energy saved? Countless people would kill for it.”
“Heh… I bet there are hundreds of researchers out there trying to crack their bloodline.”
Zhang Yu didn’t grasp Yun Jing’s smoke-spewing technique—but he did understand Ye Lingshao’s silent, relentless eating.
“He’s bigger now… but his intake far exceeds his stomach’s size.”
“Is he… holding it in?”
The thought sparked a sudden spark of inspiration. The pressure in his mind surged, and his thoughts raced.
“If he can hold it… so can I.”
Without hesitation, Zhang Yu clenched his abdomen, forcing his gut to compress the food residue, making room for more.
At first, it worked. A flicker of hope flared.
But soon, the space filled again.
“No… just raw strength isn’t enough.”
“Then… what if I use my martial arts?”
With a sudden roar, Zhang Yu slammed his palm into his belly.
Boom!
The impact tore through skin, muscle, and intestines—directly striking the mass of food inside.
Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm – Level 10 Push!
Zhang Yu began hammering his own body, one palm strike after another—using the Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm to assist his digestion.
The move drew immediate attention.
Meng Tao, now ranked 9th, froze—then his eyes lit up.
“Wait… this works?”
Without thinking, he copied Zhang Yu—slamming his hands into his own belly.
At first, the force crushed and compressed the food, boosting his eating speed.
But soon, pain flared deep in his organs. He gasped, clutching his stomach.
“I can’t… keep going…”
He glanced at Zhang Yu, trembling under the onslaught.
“What kind of internal strength does this guy have? How is he still going?”
Zhang Yu, meanwhile, was fully immersed in his self-inflicted trial.
Every muscle, bone, and organ was vividly clear. With each palm strike, his body moved like a team of master martial artists—coordinating, redirecting, dispersing force so that the majority of the impact landed directly on the food.
Inside his gut, the walls of his stomach and intestines bore fresh, deep palm marks—each strike pulverizing and compressing the food.
“Crush… compress…”
“Crush… compress…”
Every 10th-level martial art he’d mastered—every ounce of Physical Control Ability gained from past breakthroughs—was now turned inward, wielded against himself.
“Hmph. My Martial Energy control hasn’t improved in a while…”
“But when it comes to physical mastery… even these Xian Du elites… none of them can match me.”
At this moment, Zhang Yu transcended his Physical Strength Level. Through sheer, unparalleled Physical Control Ability, he pushed his digestion far beyond natural limits.
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