When it came to strength, Haru, who borrowed the power of demons, was not much weaker, and also possessed agility.
But the difference in weight between the two sides was too great. Zhang Wei mastered the "Shimo" (食没) secret art, compressing his weight from 150 kilograms to around 75 kilograms.
While Haru, at full power, saw his weight skyrocket, exceeding even a ton!
Zhang Wei intentionally played coy, and the two were not far apart.
Looking back, under the state of self-cannibalization, Haru's body size was visibly shrinking.
"What a great skill for losing weight. If it were spread to Blue Star, it would be enough to drive women crazy."
Haru chased more urgently, only able to roar, "Don't run! Be a man and fight me properly!"
By this time, they were more than thirty kilometers away from the Great Glacier. Zhang Wei stopped.
"A fight, sure."
"Hahaha~~ Jet Punch!"
Haru raised both fists above his head, assuming a Superman pose, and shot forward like a弹丸.
Zhang Wei channeled all his strength into his left arm and threw a punch!
BOOM!!!
Both sides were pushed back!
Haru stopped himself in a few steps, blood flowing from his fists, and a few finger bones broken.
Zhang Wei, on the other hand, was sent dozens of meters back by the impact, smashing through several large rocks.
Haru arrogantly declared, "Your punching technique is completely unskilled. As expected, you're just a chef! Fighting is for us professional warriors!"
"Surrender and be my partner! Then we'll dominate the human world. What are the mere Progress City and the Century Collection Association!"
Zhang Wei stood up from the rocks, shook off the dust, and showed Haru his hands.
His palms and the backs of his hands were as good as new, with not a single scratch from their fist-to-fist collision.
Zhang Wei had trained his fists daily on the Salt-Sinking Wall. Though lacking technique, his fists had long been indestructible!
Haru was stunned, then looked at his blood-covered hands.
"Ah!!!"
"What of it?"
"Just a minor injury!"
"Today, I will definitely defeat you!"
Steam billowed, finger bones realigned, and wounds healed instantly!
With a massive energy reserve within him, Haru could still repair himself even while rapidly consuming it in his self-cannibalization state.
As the self-cannibalization state was maintained, Haru's excess fat began to shrink rapidly, and his physique became more robust.
His arms bulged with muscle, and he struck at Chang Wei from a distance!
"Punching force manifested by intent?"
Zhang Wei neither dodged nor evaded, also using intent for defense!
Unlike other power systems, the foundation of intent manifestation was not some ethereal concept like will, spirit, or soul.
The only extraordinary power in this world was Gourmet Cells!
It was... physique!
Shielding his chest with both hands, a golden bell firmly encased Zhang Wei.
The punching force struck the bell, causing waves of golden light to ripple, and even Sanskrit inscriptions could be seen.
"What... what is this?"
Zhang Wei chuckled, "Golden Bell Shield, I figured it out myself. What do you think, isn't it much more refined than pots and pans?"
"To manifest intent so clearly... You're nakedly wasting energy! Ostentatious on the surface!"
Haru roared, "As expected of a chef, you know nothing about combat."
"Then why don't you beat me?"
Haru's eyes blazed with killing intent!
Haru knew very well that against an opponent of this intensity, there was no hope of winning without absolute killing intent.
Zhang Wei loosened the restraint and took off his jacket.
"Shimo Secret Art! Release!"
Zhang Wei's body also began to inflate, his weight increasing from 75 kilograms to 150 kilograms.
One hundred and fifty kilograms was an unimaginable brute on Blue Star, but in front of Haru, he still appeared somewhat frail.
Haru was even more shocked. The tiger-striped person before him had not even used their full strength just now?
BOOM!!!
BOOM!!!
BOOM!!!
The sounds of fists colliding continuously erupted on the snowfield, and one deep pit after another appeared.
The sound of their battle was like a death knell, startling the wild beasts of the icefield into fleeing.
But no matter how hard Haru tried, he could not shake Zhang Wei in the slightest.
Zhang Wei's defensive methods were extremely crude, relying solely on his formidable physique, leaving Haru helpless!
About fifteen minutes later, Haru collapsed in an extremely deep pit. By this time, he had no excess fat, his physique lean and well-proportioned.
He stood two meters thirty tall, with a very handsome face.
But this handsome face was already covered in exhaustion and haggardness, a side effect of excessive self-cannibalization.
If not for Haru's layers of fat and the more than five hundred catties of water he had consumed before the battle, he would have died from over-cannibalization long ago.
An ordinary person's self-cannibalization lasted only three minutes, but Haru's lasted a full twenty minutes!
Zhang Wei stood at the edge of the pit, calm and collected.
After the fierce battle, he hadn't even broken a sweat.
"I didn't expect this fat to be used like this. You're quite handsome when you slim down."
"You... you held back..."
Haru gave a tragic smile, "In your eyes, I must seem incredibly presumptuous... Even though I gave my all and used every trick, I couldn't make you take me seriously."
"I haven't had such a satisfying workout in a long time."
"Heh, no need to comfort me... You're not going to kill me?"
"No enmity."
Haru stated firmly, "Even if you let me go, I will come back for you! When that time comes, I will completely defeat you, and then I will take you with me!"
Zhang Wei remained silent.
"You're very confident."
Zhang Wei had an endless supply of ingredients from the Collection Hall, and his own top-tier culinary skills to process them.
The food he ate daily was an amount that an ordinary gourmet hunter wouldn't dare to even dream of in a month.
In a world where tasting exquisite food increased one's strength, Zhang Wei was absolutely confident that he could surpass anyone!
Haru struggled to his feet and stumbled away...
Halfway there, he suddenly turned back and threw his backpack at Zhang Wei.
"This backpack is made from the stomach of the Phantom Whale, priceless. Keep it for now, and I'll retrieve it after I defeat you."
"Alright."
"Also, the Heavenly Thieves Guild is planning to kill Mo Du and Bruce to snatch the Rainbow Fruit."
"Oh."
Seeing Zhang Wei's indifferent reaction, Haru continued to divulge intelligence, "Behind the Heavenly Thieves Guild is the Black List, the largest underground force in the human world, unfathomably deep."
"Mm."
Haru became annoyed, "Don't just keep saying 'mm' and 'oh'. Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have strength!"
Although Haru himself did the same, lecturing others came quite naturally.
"I've touched upon a corner of the Black List, but even that corner is enough to annihilate the Century Collection Association hundreds of times over. If you intend to protect the Century Collection Association... I advise you to be careful."
Protect?
No.
Zhang Wei was only interested in the Century Soup.
From any perspective, the Great Glacier was not an organization worth empathizing with or respecting. If it was gone, so be it.
Watching Haru's receding back, Zhang Wei carefully pondered what he had gained from this battle.
Zhang Wei could also engage in self-cannibalization, and he consumed countless top-tier gourmet foods daily, his stored energy even exceeding Haru's.
If he activated self-cannibalization, it would probably take less than two moves to defeat Haru.
The reason he didn't go all out was to gain more combat information.
"My martial skills are too crude. No matter how I defend, I will be hit in a weak spot by a tricky attack..."
"My offensive methods are too simple. Apart from brute force strikes, I have no other means..."
"My physical strength has not reached a crushing level. After self-cannibalization, Haru already possesses half my strength..."
"A full half... Damn, that's a real sense of crisis!"
If their physical condition were equal, Zhang Wei could foresee himself being crushed into dust.
To ensure his own safety and possess overwhelming strength, there were only two paths before him.
Either to diligently train his martial skills, practicing in the depths of winter and the height of summer.
Or to prepare countless delicious dishes and drinks until he was so full he could only roll his eyes.
"It seems... there's no real choice."