33: How can Han Lie be so strong? Digging deeper, he eats snacks and massages
"Heh heh..." Han Lie just narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"!!!" Zhao Rui looked up, almost scared out of his wits. Ignoring his uncle's tugging from the side, he repeatedly begged for mercy.
As for his few lackeys, they had long since disappeared into who knows which corner.
They were all terrified.
This is too damn brutal, he won't stop until he beats someone to death!!
"Alright, alright!" Finally, Old Principal spoke to Han Lie, "Let's stop here. The gap in your strength is too large, continuing to spar is meaningless!"
Hearing this, Han Lie shrugged his hands, looking indifferent. Without saying anything, he went straight back to his seat and sat down obediently.
He still had to give face to the Principal.
Moreover, the punishment was enough. Although in the world of martial arts, one should minimize danger as much as possible, it wasn't realistic to kill the opponent in this scenario.
Han Lie wasn't that brutal.
He simply enjoyed the feeling of fist meeting flesh, being able to punch right through the opponent. No game was this satisfying.
Then,
The match continued,
But the people present were no longer paying much attention to the scene on the stage. They were all replaying the previous moments in their minds and discussing among themselves.
"How could Han Lie be so strong?"
The classmates from Third High School Experimental Class simply couldn't understand. What they saw in their daily lives was—
Eating junk food every day, resting after less than an hour of practicing Pile Stance in the morning, frequently being late and leaving early, and knowing nothing. Wasn't this clearly a failing student?
But it was this failing student who, punch after punch, directly collapsed the body of the top student from the martial arts school next door. This wasn't just collapsing the opponent's body; it was practically collapsing everyone's martial hearts.
Could it be true, as the rumors said?
Han Lie's Qi and blood increase even when he eats shit?
"...There's something I haven't said!" A student in the crowd whispered, "Han Lie... doesn't just eat snacks during class, he doesn't do anything serious after school either... He often goes to my uncle's massage parlor!!"
"Huh?"
This sentence directly choked everyone up. Just now, some people were thinking if Han Lie was the type who pretended to slack off during the day but trained intensely at home at night.
And then they heard this.
"Going for a massage at night?"
"No..."
"He just eats snacks during the day, at most listens to class a bit. Is he tired?!"
"He's only in his teens and already hanging out at massage parlors, no... he... ugh..."
Everyone wanted to speak condescendingly and say some critical words, but they couldn't bring themselves to say it because Han Lie was too strong.
Stronger than them.
Trying to imagine themselves on the stage competing with Han Lie, they realized they might not even be as good as Zhao Rui. Facing that punch, they would only be punched through.
In other words,
"...Han Lie, that motherfucker, lives a carefree life during the day and is dissolute at night, while I practice Pile Stance during the day and practice Pile Stance at night, and he ends up using me as a target?!"
"No!!"
"Why the hell?!"
Someone couldn't accept it.
"How is this possible?"
A slightly more rational person was completely baffled, "If I remember correctly, half a month ago he was still a student in the regular class. His physical measurements at the time did show unlimited potential, but definitely not this level of strength. How did his strength skyrocket to this extent in half a month? What did he eat!!"
"Who knows!!"
"This definitely isn't just extraordinary talent. He must be frequently taking rare treasures, but... that doesn't make sense either. What exactly did he eat?"
Someone quickly guessed that Han Lie had definitely consumed external substances. This kind of strength increase was definitely the result of resource accumulation.
They guessed correctly.
But they couldn't guess what kind of thing could have such an effect. Was it perhaps a divine treasure of the second or even first rank?
And at this moment,
Bai He Wan weakly raised her hand, "I know!"
"You know?" Everyone looked over curiously, with expressions of eager inquiry.
"Mhm!" Bai He Wan nodded lightly, then listed off like counting her treasures, "Han Lie has been frequently eating beef tendon, greedy little duck legs, mixed spicy braised snacks, dried chicken breast jerky, squid tentacles, beef jerky, braised snake strips, flying bird legs, elephant trunk, dried frog..."
"?????"
"!!!"
"Who asked you to say that!!!"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Who doesn't know Han Lie eats this junk food every day? No, how are you so knowledgeable about these junk foods?
"This is too absurd!!"
A group of students found everything absurd and impossible to understand. Han Lie's appearance seemed to be delivering an unprecedented shock to their twenty years of martial arts experience.
Seeing their expressions of doubting life, Cui Dazhi felt secretly pleased. Not long ago, this bunch had been quite critical of Han Lie, although it was with good intentions. But this kind of instructive body language like "I don't understand you very well, but I'm being good to you" becomes really annoying when there's too much of it.
Are you guys confused now?
Can't understand, right?
That's right then.
Cui Dazhi's eyes darted around, and he cunningly said, "Is there a possibility, everyone, that these ordinary snacks, when mixed together, might produce some magical effect, greatly enhancing physical strength, Qi and blood quality level...?"
"How is that possible?"
Hearing this, the others scoffed.
"How can eating snacks improve physical fitness? Are you taking me for a fool, Cui Dazhi?"
"Han Lie must have secretly taken rare treasures and is using his usual habits as a cover!"
"With this physical strength, I'd believe you if you said Han Lie belongs to the race most skilled in body tempering in the interstellar Universe. If you say he can get stronger by eating snacks, then you really think I'm a three-year-old child!"
"Hahaha, who would believe that?"
After being ridiculed, Cui Dazhi remained silent, looking as if he was saying 'believe it or not'.
Then,
Bai He Wan's phone kept lighting up. When she opened it, it turned out to be private messages from several classmates. The first sentence she could see was.
"Don't tell anyone else!"
The content posted online was also similar, basically all inquiries:
"Right!"
"What did Han Lie eat again?"
"......." Bai He Wan was speechless for a moment. These people actually believed Han Lie got strong from eating snacks. Doesn't she know whether eating these things can make you stronger? She had already eaten them before.
"Everyone, don't believe Cui Dazhi. How can eating snacks make you stronger? Just take the dried frog that Han Lie just ate... ugh...."
Just as she was about to kindly explain to this group,
She found that the half-bag of dried frog Han Lie had left on his seat was gone. How could she not understand? It had been stolen.
".....Well I'll be!"
"A few days ago you were extremely contemptuous, and now you treat them like treasures, right?" Bai He Wan was speechless.
"Hahahahahahahahaha!" Cui Dazhi laughed happily, because he could already imagine countless unlucky people cursing at the sky one day in the future:
"Go to hell!!"
"This is just ordinary snacks!!!"
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