After eating a dozen or so bites of beef, everyone else started to feel a bit stuffed and dared not eat more, dejectedly watching Su Hang devour his meal.
He held a beef leg, tore off a large, golden, glistening chunk of meat with one bite, and chewed contentedly.
Liu Qing took out a pack of beer from the storage ring, opened a bottle, and passed it to Su Hang as they both ate meat and drank heartily, relishing in the pleasure.
He silently operated the Eight-Nine Mystical Art, rapidly digesting the beef that entered his stomach. The metal essence contained within merged into his physical body, and one could see a radiant golden light emitting from beneath his skin, as his body grew stronger at an astonishing rate.
"The innate magical treasures within this metal-eating ox are more than you can imagine," Su Hang said, delighted. "I feel a lot of innate metal essence, which, to my physical body, is the finest nourishment."
"That's great," Liu Qing was happy for Su Hang.
