An eating contest?!
Is this some kind of joke?
The previous competition over cutting hair was already absurd, but the Sword Technique it tested was at least somewhat related to the Martial Dao.
But what was the point of an eating contest?
What did it have to do with the Martial Dao at all?
"Y-You... Are you deliberately trying to humiliate me?" After thinking for a long while, this was the only possibility the Golden-Winged Roc could come up with.
Mo Qi waved his hands repeatedly. "Don't misunderstand. Everyone's busy. I don't have time to humiliate you."
"When I say eating contest, I'm not talking about eating plain old grains." Mo Qi paused, then continued to explain, "We'll be eating Immortal Level Spirit Medicine! We're competing on our ability to absorb and convert miscellaneous Energy, as well as our endurance!"
Mo Qi's explanation made it sound grander, but it was still useless.
In reality, who would randomly eat Spirit Medicines for no reason?
