Xia Yu was drenched in sweat.
The intense heat at the center of the fire circle was unimaginable to an outsider.
He didn't possess the deep "Inner Strength" of the "Blast Flame Chef" from Ya Kan. It was as if he was nearly bare, exposed to the scorching air. The slightly distorted air seemed ready to ignite his hair and clothes.
In just ten minutes, he looked as if he had taken a swim in the sea, completely soaked.
Under the baking heat, the mackerel soon emitted an alluring aroma.
Outside, Qian Rixiangzi was still pouring sauce.
"Um..."
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit, akin to the prelude of heatstroke. Xia Yu shook his head, not caring about the loss of body heat. He quickly activated his fortified state, and a refreshing sensation surged into his gradually muddling mind, instantly clearing his thoughts.
Then came the arms.
A strange warm current swept through his muscles and bones, reviving his nearly exhausted arms and numbed wrists to full capacity.