Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

The training base on the island, in the central open space.

The last rays of the setting sun fell on the cold metal floor.

This adds a rare, warm, and languid golden hue to the training ground, which is filled with a somber and tense atmosphere.

It lasted for a whole day.

The "Mental Barrier" trial was so brutal that it left everyone physically and mentally exhausted.

Finally... this is temporarily over.

The Nightfall Squad (Lin Qiye, Cao Yuan, Baili Pangpang, An Qingyu, Jialan, Zhang Yun) and their unofficial advisor Sun Wukong,

They were like salted fish that had been drained of all their strength, slumped on the ground, looking completely disheveled.

Lin Qiye leaned against a metal plate, closed his eyes to rest, and looked deeply tired.

Cao Yuan sat upright, clutching the black sword, but his killing intent was weak, indicating that he had expended a great deal of energy.

Baili Pangpang lay sprawled on the ground, groaning, "Ouch... my bones... are going to fall apart... Instructor Tang was too ruthless..."

An Qingyu's robotic arm drooped, and the data stream on the lens looked listless.

Garan, pale-faced, hugged his knees and sipped water slowly. Sun Wukong squatted beside him.

He picked at his ears listlessly, seemingly lacking any energy.

Even Zhang Yun, who is usually cold and seemingly tireless, was sitting against the wall, breathing slightly, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

The atmosphere was... somewhat somber, somewhat... lifeless.

at this time--

Zhang Yun slowly stood up, dusted off his clothes, and walked expressionlessly to the center of the field.

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he flipped his wrist.

Om-! ! !

A massive, dark shadow, reeking of blood and emanating... a trace of violent energy fluctuations... crashed onto the ground with a heavy thud!

That... was... a creature as large as a small mountain.

A mutated bison, its entire body covered in bluish-black scales, with a single horn on its head and bulging muscles, still exuding a ferocious aura even in its death!

This cow... it's clearly no ordinary animal! The energy contained within its body...

It's even comparable to a powerful "Chuan" realm mystery!

"???" Everyone was stunned, staring dumbfounded at the "ingredients" that had suddenly appeared.

Baili Pangpang tried to sit up with a somersault (but failed and fell back down), pointed at the mutated cow, and stammered, "Old...Old Zhang?!"

"What...what are you doing? An extra meal?! Where...where did this thing come from?!"

Zhang Yun glanced at him, his tone flat and indifferent, as if he were talking about something trivial: "Yesterday... I just killed him on a whim."

There are no living creatures on the island... a few at the edge of the mist.

The meat... should be pretty good.

Everyone: "..." Just a casual kill?! The edge of the mist?! That place... is it really a place you can just "casually" go to?! And... is this thing... edible?!

An Qingyu pushed up her glasses, and the robotic arm popped out a scanning beam: "Species: Unknown mutated bovine organism."

Energy level: Peak of the 'Chuan' realm.

Meat quality analysis: It contains high protein, high energy, low fat... and has no known toxins or contamination reactions... theoretically... it is edible.

Recommendation: Cook at high temperatures to completely deactivate any remaining energy cells.

"Edible?!" Baili Pangpang's eyes lit up instantly! He jumped up as if he'd been injected with adrenaline! "Holy crap! Old Zhang! You're really my brother!"

I'm so hungry for meat, I'm going crazy!

This thing is huge... enough for us to eat for several meals!

Lin Qiye also opened his eyes, looked at the mutated bull, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "That's... a good suggestion."

Cao Yuan swallowed silently.

Garan looked at the cow with curiosity.

Sun Wukong scratched his cheek, his fiery eyes gleaming: "Hey! Beef! It's been so long since I've had any meat!"

Zhang Yun ignored the crowd's reactions and waved again.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

A huge, ancient-looking bronze hot pot that exudes intense heat!

Several sets of bowls and chopsticks! A whole bunch of bottles and jars of seasonings!

There were even... several jars that were perfectly sealed.

The aroma of aged wine filled the air! And various dehydrated vegetables, vermicelli, tofu... appeared neatly in the open space as if by magic!

"Hot pot?!" Baili Pangpang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

His mouth watered. "Old Zhang! You...you even prepared a hot pot?! Just how many other good things are you hiding in this space?!"

What did you do before?! Were you the head cook?!

Zhang Yun began to deal with the mutated cow with a blank expression.

The True Flame of the Candle Dragon transformed into the sharpest blade, precisely slicing the beef into pieces as thin as cicada wings.

The meat slices were beautifully textured, and the movements were so skillful it was almost outrageous.

Without looking up, he replied, "...Wilderness survival...I'm used to it."

Everyone: "..."

Wilderness survival...bringing hot pot and Moutai?!

This quality of life... isn't it a bit too high?!

The atmosphere instantly became lively!

"Quick, quick! Get the pot boiling water!" Baili Pangpang yelled as he rushed over to help (and make things worse). "I'll make the dipping sauce! It's a secret recipe! I guarantee you'll swallow your tongues after eating it!"

"I'll handle the vegetables and side dishes." An Qingyu perked up, and the robotic arm popped out various kitchen utensils to begin washing and preparing them.

"I...I'll go move the tables and chairs!" Jialan happily ran towards the warehouse.

Cao Yuan silently got up and went to help gather firewood.

Lin Qiye smiled and began to set up the venue.

Sun Wukong went even further, plucking a hair from his body and transforming it into a dozen little monkeys who helped serve tea and water, set out bowls and chopsticks, keeping them busy and happy.

After a while...

Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling...

Inside the enormous bronze hot pot, red oil bubbled and steam rose high, releasing a fragrant aroma of spicy and numbing flavors.

The aroma of various spices filled the air above the training ground, completely dispelling the cold metallic smell and the smell of sweat after training!

The group sat in a circle, their bowls filled with the secret dipping sauce that Baili Pangpang had boasted about, and in front of them were piles of glistening, translucent slices of mutated beef.

Various vegetables and mushrooms, and... those few jars of aged wine that had been opened and were intoxicatingly fragrant!

"Come on! The first cup!" Lin Qiye raised the bowl full of wine, a rare, relaxed smile on his face. "To...we're still alive! To...our efforts today! And to...Zhang Yun's awesomeness!"

"Cheers to the beef!!!" Baili Pangpang roared, picked up the bowl and took a big gulp, then gasped from the spiciness, "Hiss... Good wine! Strong enough!"

"A toast to the ox." Cao Yuan also picked up his bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and his cold face seemed to soften slightly.

"Data analysis: alcohol content 53% vol, mellow taste, long aftertaste...not bad." An Qingyu pushed up her glasses and took a sip.

"It smells so good!" Jialan sipped the juice, her eyes curving into crescents.

"Hehe! Good wine! Good meat! I, Old Sun, am delighted!" Sun Wukong picked up the wine jar and drank it down in one gulp.

Zhang Yun silently picked up the bowl, gestured to everyone, and took a sip.

"The meat's ready! Hurry up and put it in!" Baili Pangpang couldn't wait to pick up a big slice of beef with his chopsticks, dip it into the boiling red broth, count to a few in his mind, quickly scoop it out, dip it in the sauce, and stuff it into his mouth!

"Ugh—!!!" Baili Pangpang's eyes widened instantly.

His face was filled with bliss and happiness.

"Holy crap!!! This is so tender!!! The texture! The elasticity! The juiciness!!! Absolutely amazing! Absolutely incredible!!! I've never eaten such delicious beef before!!!"

Everyone else started eating too!

Incredibly tender, melting in your mouth, yet with a slight chewiness.

The mutated beef, imbued with a gentle spiritual energy, paired with a spicy and fragrant broth and Baili Pangpang's truly excellent dipping sauce... instantly conquered everyone's taste buds!

"Delicious!" Cao Yuan said succinctly, but his chopsticks moved twice as fast.

"Energy absorption efficiency increased by 12.7%, and the taste score is 9.8." An Qingyu analyzed while eating voraciously.

"Mmm!" Jialan nodded repeatedly, her little mouth greasy from eating.

Lin Qiye didn't even have time to speak, his chopsticks flying everywhere.

Although Zhang Yun remained silent, his eating speed... was not slow at all.

Sun Wukong went even further: "Great meat! Great wine! Awesome!!!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere on the training field changed drastically!

Laughter and cheers filled the air! Glasses clinked and toasts were exchanged! A hearty meal was enjoyed!

All the fatigue, tension, and stress... vanished in the steaming hot pot and mellow wine!

"Hahaha! Old Cao! Eat slowly! Leave some for me, Fatty!"

"Fatty...your dipping sauce...looks like it's burnt..."

"Nonsense! How could my secret recipe burn! It's supposed to be caramelized! Do you understand what caramelized aroma is?!"

"An Qingyu! Don't use your robotic arm to steal the meat! You're cheating!"

"Data analysis shows that the robotic arm's gripping efficiency has increased by 35%."

"Seven Nights! Try this tripe! It's so crunchy!"

"Monkey King! Come on! Let's have a drink!"

"Hey! Fatty! You have good taste!"

Even Zhang Yun, who usually kept to himself, was forced by Baili Pangpang to eat a bowl piled high with meat and drink several cups of wine. Although he still showed no expression,

But the icy aura that kept strangers at bay... seemed to have melted quite a bit.

Li Kengqiang had also wandered over at some point. Smelling the aroma and watching the group of young people wolfing down their food and laughing and joking, he put on a cigar and a fatherly...gratified (?) smile appeared on his face.

"Tsk... these little brats... they know how to enjoy themselves..."

Tang Yusheng's figure also appeared silently in the shadows not far away, quietly watching this lively and heartwarming scene.

Looking at Zhang Yun's profile, which seemed slightly "forced to perform" but didn't refuse,

The corners of his cold lips... seemed... to curve upwards almost imperceptibly.

The sun was already almost sinking below the horizon.

Night falls.

On the training ground, the campfire flickered, the hot pot boiled, and the aroma of wine and meat filled the air.

Laughter, banter, and the clinking of glasses...

At this moment, there is no training, no trials, no pressure of life and death, no heavy mission...

Only a group of comrades-in-arms, a delicious and satisfying meal, and a... stolen half-day of leisure... a warm moment.

At this time.

The last rays of the setting sun sank completely below the horizon.

The deep blue night sky, like a giant velvet curtain, slowly enveloped the entire island.

A few sparse stars twinkled faintly in the distant sky.

On the training ground, the campfire was still crackling, radiating a warm glow.

The Nightfall Squad members sat around the hot pot, each one eating until their bellies were round, their faces showing the comfort and laziness of a full meal.

Baili Pangpang patted his belly without any regard for his image, letting out a burp: "Burp... Awesome! So awesome! Old Zhang! You're amazing... Incredible! I feel... full of energy! I wouldn't be afraid to fight Instructor Tang for another three hundred rounds tomorrow!"