Time came to the second day.
Zhao Xing planted a type of second-grade plant, mundane and in moderate quantity, about one thousand five hundred catties.
He secured the basic points, along with an additional five hundred catties for bonus points.
However, the score wasn't high; to the Martial Artists, it was child's play.
When Zhao Xing delivered it,
everyone sighed in relief.
"Fortunately, it's just second-grade supplies, and non-toxic."
"This much, even the weakest Wang Meng could digest it alone."
Xia Jing breathed a sigh of relief.
The five thousand catties of numbing fish fruit wasn't finished yet, but Zhang Jie, Hu Bing, and Chen Fang had already fallen, one after another.
Those who had hallucinations experienced them, and those who needed to vomit, vomited.
In the end, only he continued to persist and eat.
"Rumble~ Rumble~"
