The Bloodhound wiped the blood from his axe.
"I've never seen such vibrant, living blood," he said.
Of course.
Zhang Wei's gourmet cells had tasted countless delicacies, accumulating an immense number of strange and wonderful food effects.
Countless of them were for replenishing the core and strengthening the physique.
The sheer number of food effects was overwhelming!
Zhang Wei himself could no longer recall how many he possessed, nor how extensive their scope was.
The Bloodhound raised his axe again and continued, "This is a gift from the Father—the Raven's Bite."
A crow landed on the Bloodhound's wrist.
"It is my comrade, and also the deity's blessing upon me..."
Ravens, huh?
If Zhang Wei's guess was correct, the Father of Gods the Bloodhound spoke of was Odin from Norse mythology, the supreme god in Germanic legends.
However, from the perspective of Japanese anime, there would likely be alterations.
After all, Japan had a penchant for such things.
Legend had it that Odin had two ravens on his shoulders.
One was called Hugin, representing thought.
One was called...
And the Bloodhound, the Raging Beast, and Shaka could face Zhang Wei in combat!
As expected...
There were indeed hierarchies among Commanders, insurmountable gulfs separating them.
"Moreover, he actually managed to unleash two such powerful attacks in succession!"
"Doesn't he consider energy consumption!"
The higher the level of one's cells, the more energy they contained.
One gram of gourmet cell fat at level 60 could sustain the combat consumption of a level 20 soldier for two months! Just how high was Zhang Wei's level?
Regardless of his level, such consumption couldn't possibly be sustained!
...
Of course, it couldn't be sustained indefinitely.
Given Zhang Wei's current stamina, such attacks could probably only be maintained for about 50 to 90 punches. Afterward, his attacks would decrease in power due to lack of energy, fatigue, and other reasons.
This was a conclusion Zhang Wei had reached through countless days and nights of pounding the salt walls.
Without special factors, the human body could only maintain its strongest attack for a very short period.
For example, in Earth's boxing matches, although they only lasted three minutes, weren't the athletes drenched in sweat and near collapse afterward?
And that was the result of daily exercise and training.
An ordinary person would collapse after thirty seconds of full exertion. That's assuming they could even unleash their body's full potential.
Speaking of which, Zhang Wei hadn't had a proper workout in a long time.
He had been feeling a bit weak lately.
With that thought, Zhang Wei immediately checked his physical condition...
"Stamina has decreased by approximately 3.2%, with 96.8% remaining... In a complex battlefield, this is already a critically low number!"
"I lost a lot of blood earlier when the Bloodhound injured me, and healing wounds also consumes a significant amount of energy!"
"No, I need to replenish!"
Zhang Wei made a gesture.
[Oyster Sauce Mighty Spinach]
[Replication Time: 32 days]
[Ingredients: Deep-sea oysters, mighty spinach...]
[Description: Made from the fat of deep-sea oysters over twenty years old, fermented with the bodily fluids of soy sauce locusts to produce oyster sauce. Combined with mighty spinach from the Fanal Palace, prepared using the simplest methods.]
[Food Effect: Greatly replenishes vitamins and trace elements, temporarily enhances strength, and quickly restores stamina. Highly beneficial for wound recovery after consumption.]
As the Oyster Sauce Mighty Spinach appeared.
An extremely rich aroma wafted across the battlefield.
On the small tray, the spinach was coated in golden oil, appearing crisp and succulent, yet also translucent, like crystal!
Zhang Wei took a deep breath.
"So fragrant."
"No matter how many times I smell it, it's always so intoxicating."
Under the stimulation of the aroma, Zhang Wei's mouth watered incessantly!
These top-tier ingredients took a long time to replicate, and even Zhang Wei couldn't eat them every day.
The Bloodhound appeared beside them and said to Shaka and the Raging Beast, "It seems those two punches earlier have depleted most of his stamina, forcing him to eat on the battlefield."
"Although he might not have much in the way of delicacies, we absolutely cannot let him indulge so brazenly!"
Shaka's brows were lowered.
He lazily raised his hand, and brilliant Buddhist light flared behind him!
The Bloodhound flicked the blood from his axe onto the Raging Beast's tongue.
The latter's eyes immediately became clouded and filled with bestial ferocity!
As Warwick's emotions shifted, the alchemical medicine pot behind him began to push!
The clear liquid within the tubes turned turbid.
The Bloodhound said, "Perhaps fully unleashing you is not the best choice, but I need your strength now!"