Chapter 165: Zhang Yu's Digestive Power!

Chapter 165: Zhang Yu’s Digestive Power!

Another minor deity said, “Meng Tao swallows quickly, but without the aid of the Gluttony Spirit Root, his mere flesh cannot digest it; the faster he eats, the slower he becomes.”

Huang Zichou replied, “Indeed, this trial demands eating while digesting; speed alone is useless—what matters is who digests faster.”

As they spoke, Dai Xingzhi sprang to his feet, patted his bulging belly, and asked, “Examiner, where is the restroom?”

A burst of light illuminated a previously unnoticed corner of the exam hall, revealing the doors of more than a dozen restrooms.

Dai Xingzhi inhaled deeply, then his muscles surged; he launched himself toward the restroom.

In the first second, he burst into the restroom.

In the second second, a cascade of deafening booms echoed from within.

In the third second, he emerged, half‑zipping his trousers as he stepped out.

All of this transpired in a mere three seconds.

Such astonishing speed, formidable intestinal might, and digestive prowess left countless students in the audience stunned.

To defecate so swiftly—what a prodigious physique!

Glancing at his tenth‑place ranking, Dai Xingzhi returned to his seat, hoisted a massive barrel of synthetic food, and resumed his voracious feast.

He thought, “Hmph, many contestants haven’t realized that food intake reflects a strongman’s metabolism and digestive capacity.”

“And digestion… is more than merely swallowing.”

From a distance, Meng Tao watched the scene, his heart jolting, “Oh no.”

As a long‑time user of the Gluttony Spirit Root, Meng Tao was the type of student who could grow stronger even by eating excrement.

To become even stronger, he devoted countless hours each day to eating.

This forged an intestine capable of handling massive ingestion, allowing him to gulp down food in short bursts.

But without the Gluttony Spirit Root, he could no longer digest as swiftly as before.

In fact, having relied so heavily on the root, his digestive muscles had atrophied—perhaps even lagging behind his peers.

Seeing several classmates sprint toward the restrooms while his own stomach felt nothing, Meng Tao’s anxiety surged.

“Damned it!”

“Now I can’t even feel the urge to use the restroom.”

“If this continues, how will I win?”

“How could I possibly win?”

Watching his rank tumble to fifth and slide toward sixth, Meng Tao felt a wave of helplessness.

Meanwhile, another contestant sensed the same urgency.

Zhang Yu furrowed his brow, thinking, “Curse the wealthy— their bodies are so robust… even their bathroom breaks outpace the poor’s. This world is utterly unfair!”

Harnessing the flow of Crimson Marrow primordial qi, Zhang Yu’s gut became a colossal mill, grinding each mouthful of synthetic food at breakneck speed.

Though the synthetic fare made him retch, he still surged to a respectable seventeenth place.

Yet as food residue accumulated, his digestive efficiency waned, and his eating pace slowed.

He slipped to eighteenth in an instant, drawing ever closer to the nineteenth spot.

With his ranking precarious and pressure mounting, Zhang Yu remained calm, opting to observe his rivals’ tactics.

He turned his gaze toward the nineteen contestants trailing behind him, seeking clues to their methods.

He spotted number 36, Li Tongyun, a competitor from a previous bout.

Li Tongyun gulped synthetic food while a milky, viscous film surfaced on her skin, evaporating under her scorching body heat and leaving pale imprints.

Huang Zichou evaluated, “That’s a digestive‑system modification surgery, right? It lets her sweat out internal waste.”

Another minor deity added, “Normally one wouldn’t excrete such a milky substance.”

“In her current state, the protein concentration in her sweat is abnormally high, creating a tension that makes it sticky.”

Huang Zichou explained, “Simply put, she can’t digest that much protein; she’s suffering from indigestion.”

“To keep eating, she chooses to expel waste before fully digesting it—that’s what they call…”

Deng Bingding said, “Diarrhea.”

Is diarrhea cheating? All the deities present turned to Deng Bingding, awaiting the chief examiner’s verdict.

After a moment’s contemplation, Deng Bingding declared, “It counts as a form of bodily control; rank them accordingly.”

After polishing off a huge barrel of synthetic food, Li Tongyun checked her standing—eighteenth—and felt a surge of exhilaration.

She thought, “Fortunately, when I was wealthy I underwent that digestive‑tract overhaul; this round I should finish within the top twenty.”

“If I keep at it, focusing solely on eating without worrying about bathroom breaks, I can inch forward a few spots, step by step.”

Watching Li Tongyun eat and diarrhea simultaneously, Zhang Yu realized he could never master that trick.

Sinking to nineteenth amplified the challenge and pressure he felt.

Yet he remained unhurried, avoiding rash impulses, and continued to study other contestants for inspiration and solutions. “Whoa, what’s up with Ah Zhen?”

Seeing Bai Zhenzhen’s wildly expanding belly, Zhang Yu froze briefly, then reasoned, “Her Thunder‑Strike true body has been honed for high speed, granting her flesh extraordinary resilience.”

“With that resilience, she simply stuffs food into her gut? She’s forsaking rapid digestion?”

Glancing at her twentieth‑place rank, Zhang Yu felt concern but could do nothing.

He then turned to the sixteenth contestant, Yu Xinghan, whose belly swelled and emitted a series of croaking sounds.

Huang Zichou, speaking in the Supreme Deity’s network, remarked, “Yu Xinghan must be channeling Great Toad Qi; he’s even cultivated a technique dedicated to digestion.”

Deng Bingding assessed, “As a Golden Core disciple, Yu Xinghan isn’t outstanding in any single area, but he’s remarkably balanced—no glaring weakness. Many students think eating well is all that matters.”

“In truth, there exists a cultivation method that aids digestion; each meal grants extra bodily nourishment, giving a slight edge.”

“Over time, that advantage becomes a terrifying disparity.”

Unable to decipher Yu Xinghan’s actions, Zhang Yu shifted his focus to the second‑place contender, Yun Jing, to see how the elite of Xiandu handled the trial.

Yun Jing continuously poured food into a massive cavity in his chest; his entire body flushed crimson, the surrounding air warping under the intense heat.

Amidst waves of scorching air, plumes of black smoke spewed from his pores and mouth, leaving Zhang Yu gaping in disbelief.

Huang Zichou observed, “Yun Jing’s digestive system is like a furnace; the high‑temperature within his belly refines the food, turning impurities into blue‑gray smoke.”

“If he wishes, he could eat until his strength is utterly spent.”

“No wonder top‑tier students never need a bathroom break.”

Another minor deity interjected, “That’s not necessarily true; look at Ye Lingxiao.”

Ye Lingxiao, still in his initial feeding mode, towered like a small giant, devouring bucket after bucket of synthetic food without a hint of change, not even his belly expanding.

The minor deity explained, “The Ye clan’s perfect bloodline absorbs food almost flawlessly; each meal leaves barely any residue.”

“Legend says they need only one bathroom visit per year.”

“The sheer amount of stamina and time they save is the envy of countless others.”

“Heh heh, I wonder how many people each year wish to study the wondrous qualities hidden in their bloodline.”

Zhang Yu could not comprehend Yun Jing's smoke‑spitting technique, but seeing Ye Lingxiao remain motionless, silently feeding, sparked an idea in his mind.

“This fellow may have grown a size larger, yet his intake clearly far exceeds the capacity of his own belly… could he be holding it in?”

The more Zhang Yu thought, the more plausible it seemed; especially now, with pressure surging, his mind raced faster, a flash of inspiration igniting.

“If he can hold it, so can I.”

With a sudden surge, Zhang Yu roused his intestines, attempting to compress the remnants of food, freeing more room for continued consumption.

At first it seemed to work, lifting Zhang Yu’s spirits ever so slightly.

Yet as his eating increased, he soon found the newly freed space quickly filled again.

“Impossible… relying on the gut alone is insufficient.”

“Then…”

Zhang Yu slammed a palm onto his abdomen; with a thunderous crack the terrifying force pierced skin and entrails, striking directly at the food he had swallowed.

Dragon‑Elephant Crashing Mountain Palm, Level‑10 thrust!

In that instant Zhang Yu pounded his own body palm after palm, as if employing the Dragon‑Elephant Crashing Mountain Palm to aid digestion!

The spectacle swiftly drew the attention of the surrounding students.

Montao, who had slipped to ninth place, froze for a heartbeat, then smiled faintly: “There’s a method like this?”

He hurriedly mimicked the motion, palm after palm beating his own belly.

At first the palm strikes shattered and compressed the food, accelerating his eating speed.

But soon a dull ache spread through his innards, making it hard to endure.

“I can’t…,” Montao turned to Zhang Yu, “How resilient are his organs truly? Can he keep this up?”

Meanwhile Zhang Yu had devoted his whole being to the self‑refinement at hand.

With unwavering focus, every muscle, every bone, every organ of his body became crystal clear to him.

With each palm that erupted, his flesh seemed to coordinate countless masters, pulling, shifting, and off‑loading force, redirecting the bulk of the strike into the food within.

Inside his gut, the walls of his intestines and stomach bore imprint after imprint of palm strikes, hammering the ingested matter mercilessly.

“Crush… compress…”

“Crush again… compress again…”

One Level‑10 martial art after another, combined with the bodily control he had honed through countless breakthroughs, all now turned against himself.

“Hmph, in terms of magical power control I have not progressed in ages.”

“But compared with bodily control techniques, even these immortal masters present… few could surpass me.”

In that moment, Zhang Yu’s formidable bodily mastery elevated his digestive ability far beyond the limits of his physical strength.

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