Chapter 782 (2/2)

In this world, fighting skills were extremely important. While they were not the be-all or end-all, without them one could only possess extremely limited power and status. One either had to possess such skills themselves or find someone with a high level of power to back him and fight for him. If not, no amount of wealth would help.

To be honest, it was extremely rare to find wealthy and powerful people with no fighting skills in this world. After all, it was still better to possess the skills rather than hiring someone with the skills. Thus, in this world, from the kings to the commoners, everyone was extremely mindful to constantly upgrade their fighting skills; if there were any way to improve, they would certainly pursue the solution.

The crowd understood that food containing mana or ether was able to effectively improve their skills. Yet, such foods were rare and expensive. They were mostly produced by magical creatures, such as bloody meat from demon beats or magical plant roots, leaves and berries. Gathering them was a huge risk to one’s life, and to process them also required a certain level of magical skills. Thus, the price of such foods was not accessible to the masses.

However, according to Mado, even if one did not eat such specials foods, if they could still sustain a purely carnivorous life, and their physical qualities would also improve significantly over time. Such findings shocked everyone, and Sui Xiong was intrigued as well.

If this method was really useful, he intended to promote it in the Republic of Northwest. The troops there would definitely be agreeable to adopt such a diet as they enjoyed meat. As long as the money was provided for them to maintain this diet, it would be accepted.

The crowd had similar thoughts to Sui Xiong. Although they were not as wealthy and did not require such a strict diet as per the Republic troops, they were willing to spend a little more to upgrade themselves for the sake of themselves and their families.

To convince the crowd, Mado even took out a Projection Crystal and played a few clips. These were time-lapses, chronological clips that showed a few volunteers. Originally, they had a decent body, but with the changes in diet, they eventually became much stronger and muscular.

Mado was almost done with his speech at this point. Suddenly, the man who had previously spoken stood up and opened his mouth again.

“Mr. Mado, how can you prove that you did not fake these results?”

This was a rather unfair question, and everyone blanched.

To question a scholar’s integrity and the value of his work was like questioning his entire existence. Such instances could only be described as “unbearable.”

Clearly and understandably, this was unbearable to Mado as well. His eyes grew larger, and he bunched up his fists in anger. It was clear that he was grinding his teeth in an attempt to control his temper.

The man seemed intent on angering Mado and continued speaking.

“We all know that if someone wears a mask, many of his features will be hidden. In this case, one could find another man with a similar figure and create fake scars on him to portray a striking “before and after” scene.

“Mr. Mado, why did you insist on making your subjects wear masks? Was it to conceal their identity and your corrupted research?”

The entire audience was silent, and everyone stared at Mado, who was evidently angry. After a minute of silence, he violently leaped up and began yelling at the top of his voice.