Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1300 - 631:

Fang Cheng contentedly closed his eyes, immersing all his senses in the changes happening within his body.

At this moment, his stomach was like a high-speed crusher, frantically processing the Crawling Beast Meat 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 Meridians 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 merge 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 meridians, as the True Qi cycled through his body in a continuous loop.

He had no doubt that with enough high-energy meat supplementation, the so-called True Qi consumption would merely 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 meat, conservatively gauging it to be dozens of times 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.

Remembering 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 nourishment seemed amusing even now.

It must be noted that the West Mountain’s wild boars merely experienced genetic mutations due to radiation leakage from a relic’s entrance.

This Crawling Beast, on the other hand, emerged victorious in the brutal Otherworld, becoming a top predator with a condensed Blood Core within.

Their flesh refinement levels weren’t even in the same dimension.

Seeing the two with their faces flushed red from being overwhelmed by energy, Fang Cheng unceremoniously "accepted" the rest of the swollen pig leg.

As for the Crawling Beast Meat, 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 supreme delicacies before you, yet unable to fully utilize them.

As he pondered, a light suddenly flickered in front of him.

Then, a prompt message 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 enhancement, but he wasn’t much surprised.

Previously, while grilling the Hunting Dog creature in the Otherworld, the system had given similar feedback.

However, the enhancement from that flesh was negligible.

Whereas the Crawling Beast’s meat quality was evidently superior, and merely eating a mouthful had already shown effect.

"This substance is multiple times more potent than those supposedly top-tier supplements sold for exorbitant prices,"

Fang Cheng remarked, lowering his head to scrutinize the pot of richly aromatic stewed meat.

To him, it was no longer food to satiate hunger, but an extraordinary supplement 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 meat 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 Meat, about nine kilos more.

The meat was slapped heavily onto the solid wooden cutting board.

As the cling film was torn off, a faint rusty smell permeated the kitchen instantly.

The meat appeared dark red, muscle fibers extensively long, densely entwined together.

One could even see a cold metallic 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 meat fiber directions, moving slowly.

He was searching for the gaps between these tough muscles.

In the next moment, 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 meat, it surprisingly didn’t produce the sound of cutting meat.

Instead, it emitted a "tearing" noise akin to a blade slicing heavy leather, indicating extreme 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 meat was neatly divided into palm-sized squares.

The edges smooth as mirrors, as if measured with precision calipers.

The prey that had once caused him quite a bit of trouble now lay obediently on the cutting board, ready for segmentation.