5: Chapter 5 The Digestive System's Dimensional Reduction Attack

Instructor Su Qing stared at Lin Qi for two seconds, then turned her head to look at the kitchen area.

"Old Chen, cut off ten jin of that Iron-Backed Pig that was just delivered."

She paused, then added, "No need for elaborate preparation, just roast it over an open flame and sprinkle some salt on it."

The fat chef in the kitchen nearly dropped his spatula.

He poked his head out of the window, his fleshy face trembling: "Instructor Su, are you kidding me?

That is a Level 1 Source Beast; it hasn't been extracted or purified, so it's full of berserk factors.

Never mind a student, even someone at your level would end up in the hospital getting their stomach pumped after eating ten jin."

"Do as I say," Instructor Su Qing said in a flat tone.

The chef retreated, muttering, "She's crazy, she's crazy."

The entire cafeteria was eerily quiet.

The students of the Special Training Class put down their knives and forks, looking at Lin Qi in the corner as if he were a death-row inmate.

Source Beast meat is indeed highly nourishing, but it must be paired with expensive neutralizers and precisely prepared by a pharmacist.

Eating roast meat directly? That's suicide.

"Interesting."

Li Shaobai swirled the red wine glass in his hand, his eyes playful:

"Some people really think that just because they got lucky and killed a pig, they can defy the heavens and change their fate?

Don't you know about the inability to absorb nutrients? I don't even think I need to make a move; this ten jin of meat will be enough to send him off."

Several lackeys nearby immediately chimed in:

"The squad leader is right; this can also be considered helping our Special Training Class save food."

Wang Gang was so excited that his face turned red; he took out his phone, seemingly preparing to record the scene of Lin Qi's blood vessels bursting.

Not long after, a thick aroma of meat mixed with a pungent, fishy smell drifted out.

The chef walked out carrying a huge iron tray and slammed it heavily onto the table in front of Lin Qi.

Clang.

The tray was piled with charred chunks of meat; dark red blood streaks could still be seen at the cuts, and there was even a faint, weak red light of energy flickering between the meat fibers.

A wave of heat hit his face.

"Eat."

Instructor Su Qing stood to the side with her arms crossed, her red tactical goggles locked onto Lin Qi's heart position.

Once his heart rate exceeded 200, she would strike to knock the kid out and force him to vomit.

Lin Qi didn't speak. He didn't even use utensils.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, he directly reached out and grabbed a piece of piping hot meat that was still sizzling with oil.

The temperature was at least eighty degrees.

But he acted as if he didn't feel it, opening his mouth and taking a bite.

Sizzle— The high-temperature grease exploded in his mouth.

Lin Qi used his tongue to curl around the meat, secreting a large amount of saliva to coat the hot chunk, and his throat suddenly expanded.

Gulp.

The half-jin chunk of meat was barely chewed before it slid directly into his stomach.

"Hiss—" A chorus of gasps sounded around him.

Is this eating? This is self-harm!

Immediately after, Lin Qi's expression changed.

The berserk energy in the Source Beast meat erupted completely under the stimulation of stomach acid, like a grenade with the pin pulled detonating in his stomach.

Hot. A scalding heat flow surged wildly through his blood vessels, impacting his fragile Meridians and internal organs.

Lin Qi's originally pale face instantly turned liver-colored, and the veins on his forehead bulged like twisted earthworms.

Sweat had just appeared only to be evaporated into white mist by the high temperature of his body surface.

"Haha! I told you so!" Wang Gang jumped up from his chair excitedly: "Call an ambulance! This kid is going to explode! Let's see how he fakes it this time!"

Li Shaobai sneered and took a light sip of red wine: "Stupid."

Instructor Su Qing frowned, having already gripped a sedative in her hand.

Just as she was preparing to step forward, Lin Qi suddenly closed his eyes.

Exhale— Inhale— A strange, peculiar breathing sound came from his nasal cavity.

Long inhales and short exhales, the rhythm peculiar, like an old bellows being pulled.

The Heaven-Swallowing Breathing Technique. A secret, unshared art of the Demonic Sect in the martial arts era, specializing in training the internal organs, claimed to be able to squeeze three liang of oil even from a swallowed stone.

Although this body had no Internal Energy, by using specific muscle contraction frequencies, it was enough to suppress the energy of this mere Level 1 Source Beast.

Suppress!

Lin Qi controlled his esophagus and stomach walls to vibrate at high frequency.

The originally rampaging heat flow seemed to have encountered its nemesis; it was forcibly gathered, then crushed bit by bit, transformed into pure Qi and blood power, and forcefully stuffed into his withered cells.

On Instructor Su Qing's tactical goggles, the data began to jump wildly.

[Warning: Target body temperature rising sharply... 40 degrees... 41 degrees...]

[Energy fluctuations detected to be stabilizing... Digestive System activity increased by 300%!]

[Conversion rate... 98%?!]

Instructor Su Qing's hand froze in mid-air. How is this possible?

Even the top-tier Awakening users of the Enhancement type only have an absorption rate of about 60% for Source Beast meat, with the rest being excreted as waste.

Did this kid train his stomach into a furnace?

In less than half a minute, the flush on Lin Qi's face quickly faded, replaced by a healthy, jade-like luster.

He opened his eyes, energy overflowing. "Refreshing."

Lin Qi spat out the word and reached out again. This time, he was faster.

A piece in his left hand, a piece in his right. Both hands working at once.

The half-raw meat chunks that looked somewhat disgusting were, in his mouth, like top-tier three-star Michelin delicacies.

Crunch, crunch. This was the sound of cartilage being crushed.

In the cafeteria, only the sounds of chewing and swallowing remained.

Wang Gang's hand holding the phone froze, the smile on his face gradually disappearing, becoming somewhat comical.

The wine glass in Li Shaobai's hand stopped at his lips, forgotten.

Ten minutes. A full ten jin of meat. Even the large iron tray holding the meat was licked clean by Lin Qi.

Lin Qi's abdomen slightly bulged, and with the final long breath exhaled, it visibly flattened back down.

The feeling of weakness and deficiency in his body had finally mostly vanished. His muscle fibers were like sponges full of water, full of elasticity and power.

Even his finger joints, which had been aching, were now hard as iron.

Burp— A loud, satisfied belch broke the silence of the cafeteria.

Lin Qi stood up, stretched his shoulders, and his joints cracked with a series of crisp pops.

He felt that right now, he could punch two Wang Gangs to death.

"You're not dead yet?" Wang Gang asked blankly.

Lin Qi glanced at him, ignored him, and turned to look at Instructor Su Qing.

"Instructor, thanks."

Instructor Su Qing put away her tactical goggles, her eyes complex. She knew her stuff. That special breathing rhythm just now was absolutely not something this high school could teach.

"Full?" Instructor Su Qing asked.

"So-so, half full."

Lin Qi patted his stomach, somewhat regretfully: "The energy is enough, but the taste is lacking. Next time, remember to tell the chef to add more cumin; it's a bit fishy."

The chef nearby rolled his eyes. You're treating Source Beast meat like street barbecue? Cumin, really?

"Half full?" Instructor Su Qing glanced at the mountain of empty plates on the table, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly.

The budget for this Special Training Class was likely going to suffer.

"This kind of privilege is only for once," Instructor Su Qing resumed her cold tone. "Although the Special Training Class has abundant resources, it operates on a rationing System. If you want to eat meat, you have to exchange it for credits, or…"

She looked at Li Shaobai and the others, whose faces were ugly, with a meaningful look: "Go snatch it."

Lin Qi smiled. The smile was very bright, and also very dangerous.

"Snatch things?" He picked up a napkin from the table to wipe his hands, then tossed the paper ball precisely into a trash can five meters away.

"I'm good at that."