The pit you dug yourself, even with tears, you have to jump into it.
Wang Zhou sat resolutely before a large pot, the aroma of devil spice wafting over him, he swallowed his saliva.
'Go for it, it's just eating, isn't it? I, Wang Zhou, have never been inferior to anyone in my life!'
Apart from Wang Zhou and the five clan representatives, the tables in front of the other young generation also began to display exquisite dishes.
Many young powerhouses sniffed, thinking it smelled quite appetizing.
The White Feather Clan youth, while looking grim, seized a deep-sea lobster and stuffed it whole into his mouth with its shell upon the command of "Start."
Crunch—
"A bit hard, worthy as a sparring ingredient."
"Mm, it's quite delicious too."
The spicy taste hadn't begun to explode yet; the White Feather Clan youth wasn't savoring but simply crushed one lobster after another into his mouth—efficiency much faster than chewing.
Someone beside him was counting, reporting numbers live.
