On the other side of the examination hall.
As milky sweat continuously exuded from Yu Xinghan's body and was evaporated by waves of heat emanating from within him, layers of white marks were left on the surface of his skin.
During this process, Yu Xinghan gradually began to feel discomfort emanating from his body.
He knew that this incomplete digestion state couldn't be sustained for long.
If he kept forcing himself, the burden on his digestive system would grow, eventually reversing and damaging his own digestive system.
But seeing himself unable to widen the gap with Zhang Yu, Yu Xinghan clamped his jaws tightly and continued swallowing and digesting madly, maintaining his rank.
"Damn body, keep it together!"
He suddenly slapped his belly, a surge of indomitable spirit rising in his heart.
"I am the Golden Core disciple, the direct disciple chosen by Master Xinghuo, how can I lose to Zhang Yu..."