Chapter 1167: The Secret of Fat

Chapter 1167: Chapter 387: The Secret of Fat

Right! Mu Cheng indeed needed to sacrifice her fat to activate her peerless combat technique. She had already comprehended the sword move, so she was absolutely certain of it. But the nearby Martial Artists couldn’t understand it at all.

Losing weight was a massive struggle for so many people. Why was it considered a “sacrifice” for Mu Cheng? Every middle-aged person couldn’t help but be envious, especially the women desperate to slim down. They would be green with envy.

“Daughter, are there any hard requirements?” However, Mu Jingliang didn’t look happy. In fact, his expression was entirely solemn.

“It should require sacrificing around 40 pounds. Since I’ve never used it before, this is just a rough estimate, but it shouldn’t be far off,” Mu Cheng said with a frown. Her expression held no joy; instead, she looked deeply troubled.

“Just as I thought. Daughter, your peerless combat technique seems even more difficult to execute than others’.

“You’re 168 centimeters tall, and your weight should be just over 100 pounds.

“If you want to use this peerless combat technique, you first have to eat until you reach 140 pounds to accumulate enough fat. But that won’t be easy.

“Putting aside a girl’s natural desire to look good, you’re a Martial Artist. You undergo massive amounts of physical training every day. For a Combat Martial Artist, accumulating fat is incredibly difficult.

“If your subcutaneous fat is insufficient, the technique will sacrifice your visceral fat instead. That will affect your lifespan, or even kill you outright.

“Furthermore, a moderate amount of fat is essential for maintaining skin elasticity. If your body is entirely muscle, you’ll look remarkably aged,” Mu Jingliang said, letting out a heavy sigh.

The nearby Martial Artists gradually realized the truth of the matter. It made sense.

For ordinary people who didn’t exercise, fat was a deadly nuisance they wished they could sacrifice every single day. But Martial Artists were different. They fought in life-and-death battles. When consuming pills, they didn’t need to eat high-sugar, high-fat foods. Moreover, in the Wet Environment, there was no need to carry such perishable items. Because of this, it was very difficult for a Martial Artist to accumulate fat, and chubby Combat Martial Artists were a rare sight.

The vice-principal from earlier was a pure Qi and Blood Martial Artist and an academic staff member at Nanwu whose hobby was fine dining. Plus, he was older, so his metabolism was slower.

Mu Cheng, on the other hand, was at an age where her metabolism was at its peak. Storing up fat would not be easy for her. After all, there was an old saying: Rome wasn’t built in a day. Besides, if Mu Cheng weighed over 140 pounds, would she still look like the goddess she was now?

“It’s easy for you Earth Martial Artists to say. To think you actually believe fat is useless. You really don’t appreciate how good you have it,” Xueyang muttered under his breath nearby.

In truth, Earth Martial Artists really did take their blessings for granted. Although the Wet Environment was ideal for a Martial Artist’s cultivation and breakthroughs, it lacked sources of fat more than anything else. Even if they managed to hunt demon beasts, those creatures hardly had any fat on them.

Even in the Eight Races Sacred Land, pure fat was considered a delicacy despite its gamey stench. Among the Yangxiang Race, the canned meat plundered from the human race was practically hard currency. The Yangxiang Race dreamt of being chubby and having love handles.

Xueyang knew that sacrificing fat was no less difficult than sacrificing an arm. At the very least, everyone had an arm. But if you didn’t have fat, you simply didn’t have it. There was absolutely nothing you could do about it. Honestly speaking, this was only feasible on Earth. If they were in the Wet Environment, Mu Cheng’s peerless combat technique would be completely useless. Earth truly was a wonderful place.

“This combat technique is indeed not that simple. And the concept of fat in the Wet Environment is fundamentally different from what it is on Earth.

“Martial Artists in the Wet Environment are entrenched in constant warfare year-round. They don’t care about comparing beauty or figures. Instead, they face unpredictable battles and endless wounds.

“Fat can form a thick defensive layer. It prevents blades from reaching internal organs and absorbs the impact of blunt-force blows. Even under extreme conditions with no energy source, fat ensures that the alien races don’t starve to death. That’s why it is so incredibly important.

“Not just the alien races, but even the beasts in the Demon Beast Jungle that seem obsessed with sleeping are doing so partly to build up fat.

“Very few Martial Artists among the alien races care about physical beauty in a conventional sense. In fact, they consider being fat to be beautiful,” the deputy section chief of the Research Institute said, stepping forward to dash Mu Cheng’s hopes.

Instantly, a dead silence fell over the crowd. Mu Cheng obtaining a peerless combat technique had initially been great news, but the atmosphere suddenly grew heavy. No one had expected fat to be such a scarce commodity.

“Actually, never mind the Wet Environment. Even during the feudal eras before the 20th century, fat was considered a luxury,” Principal Nanwu chimed in. Using their ingenuity, the human race had long forgotten the taste of starvation.

“It’s fine. You can just eat more cakes and meat from now on, Mu Cheng. I kind of want to see you a little chubbier anyway. It’d be cute,” Su Yue said, scratching his head. He was unsure of how to comfort her. Being fat would only be temporary; she could instantly slim down again anyway.

“Well, there’s no threat to my life at least, so I’ll just shelve this combat technique for now. I’ve never been able to gain weight since I was a kid anyway. It’s so annoying.

“Don’t worry about me, everyone. It’s not like it’s poison. If worst comes to worst, I just won’t use it,” Mu Cheng said, letting out a long sigh. Despite acting carefree on the surface, she felt deeply regretful inside.

“Don’t worry too much, Mu Cheng. The fat issue isn’t an insurmountable problem. The Research Institute should be able to help you.

“As Combat Martial Artists, you might not be familiar with the daily lives of ordinary combat engineers.

“Inside the fortress of the Wet Ghost Tower, there are some ordinary people who haven’t yet reached a ranked grade. They usually handle tasks like weeding or repairing the city walls. Although these people have a few cals of Qi Blood in their bodies, it’s very difficult for them to withstand the damp, cold climate of the Wet Environment.”