Li Zheng’s gaze swept towards the dining table, where steaming meat and various vegetables intertwined with a rich aroma, mixed with the unique scent of spices, just smelling it was enough to anticipate the wonderful taste of energy particles hidden in the broth.
His gaze then shifted to another dining table, where fresh Spirit Fruits emitted a fragrant scent, seemingly capturing the sweet taste, prompting Li Zheng to subconsciously swallow his saliva, mouth watering.
Further back on a table, Spirit Roots resembling noodles paired with sizzling grilled meat, with various sauces placed on the side, releasing an irresistible tempting fragrance.
Inside the canteen, the scent of various Spirit Foods intertwined, forming a unique "culinary symphony", awakening all trainees’ cravings for food, but also bringing a bitter taste to their hearts.
Because this Spirit Food was destined not to be theirs.
At this moment, Li Zheng turned his gaze toward Ghost Pupil not far from him.
This newcomer, who had arrogantly asked them which clan they belonged to upon arrival, looked at the food with undisguised greed, like a hungry wolf, flames burning in his eyes, his desire for food like a parched land longing for rain.
Just with their gaze fixed, the stomachs of the trainees let out deep and continuous grumbling sounds, starting a sporadic pre-meal chorus.
But everyone understood that no one would be eating this meal.
Having fought for three days, starved for three days, no one had given in.
The battle would continue until a winner emerged, or until the head instructor Kuang Sha demanded a halt to the canteen brawl.
But precisely because the brawl was inevitable, the trainees treasured the brief moments of calm before the fight even more, their breathing heavier during this time, as if trying to absorb the smell of food in the air.
"Hey! Luo Zi, come here and scratch your master’s itch."
Just then, Li Zheng stood up.
His shout was like a starter pistol at a sports event, shattering the calm before the meal, and the canteen battle was about to erupt.
Within just a few minutes, a gale seemed to sweep through this orderly place.
Dining tables were mercilessly flipped over, plates became weapons in the brawl, the Spirit Food on the tables sprinkled with sauces scattered all over the floor... The air was filled with the aroma of food and the dull sounds of flesh being punched.
The chaos lasted for 15 minutes before it ended.
When the canteen manager’s figure approached, the trainees who could still stand dragged those who had collapsed out of the canteen and dumped them outside the canteen door.
There were no winners in this battle, all trainees looked extremely disheveled.
Bruises on their faces, footprints on their clothes, messy hair... The most miserable was a member of the Water Valley Training Camp’s Iron Face Clan, who had been pressed to the ground and pummeled by players and Four Eyes Clan trainees, left with swollen eyes and a dislocated jaw, now lying on the ground gasping for breath.
The battle was over, but the training had not.
Kuang Sha arrived shortly after, set the bones for the dislocated trainee, then led them to the training ground to introduce a new training program.
The first training camp had no actual combat training, nor did it teach fighting techniques; all training was focused on strengthening willpower.
The objective was for them to endure suffering and then overcome inner struggles through their willpower.
This process was torturous enough, and the additional endurance against hunger made it even worse, stripping away even the final enjoyment from training.
The suffering came to an end at 10 p.m.
Back in their rooms, Li Zheng and the others shut the door and started searching for ingredients in the Trading House.
"Wow, there’s a piece of Insect Meat for sale in the shop, this stuff is tasty."
"Insect Meat looks a bit disgusting, with brain-like wrinkles on the surface, and the taste is far inferior to Spirit Fish Meat, it’s a pity that fish is so hard to buy, it’s cleaned out as soon as it’s put on sale, it’s unclear whether there are too few Fishing Men, or if they always don’t stock fish."
"Have you contacted the Demon Sect’s Fishing Man? They produce a lot of spirit fish."
"I’ve contacted them, but their spirit fish have already been booked by several guilds, it’s not our turn."
"Stop complaining, the taste of Insect Meat is far better than canned food, we should be thankful for the Combat Insect Clan’s existence, which offers us another option besides gnawing on cans."
"Time to eat, I’m almost fainting from hunger, when will this end, I want to eat the feast in the canteen."
After sharing the Insect Meat, Li Zheng and the others began to devour the canned food in big bites.
But the taste of canned food was terrible.
Having tasted Spirit Food, their taste buds and bodies’ needs for food had changed, making such cheap food difficult to swallow.
Eating more of it caused a feeling of disgust.
But in order to train normally the next day, they still chose to continue eating.
Half an hour later, the Liver Emperor Group players who had finished eating chatted about the daily routine of the training camp.
Heart Killing: I wonder what that bunch of beasts do at night?
Poor to the Bone: What else can they do, lie in bed hungry, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, with their minds full of all kinds of Spirit Food from the canteen, the more they think about it, the hungrier they get, the hungrier they get, the more they think about it, and then they continue training listlessly the next day.
Family Shared Godfather: At least we have something to eat, they are truly amazing at enduring hunger, especially the Porlow Clan, their ability to withstand hunger is clearly much stronger than the Four Eyes Clan.
Game Working Party: I think the Four Eyes Clan is better at enduring hunger, their poor state is because we drained their energy not long ago; after suffering a great hit to their vitality and not yet recovered, I don’t believe the Porlow Clan can endure seven days without food like the Four Eyes Clan did.
Just then, Zero Charge, who was rubbing his stomach, chimed in:
Zero Charge: Speaking of which, is night fighting prohibited in the training camp?
Poor to the Bone: Night fighting? What night fighting?