Lu Wuming's remarks successfully left Thirteen unsure of what to say.
Was human flesh delicious?
Of course, it wasn't particularly delicious.
The bloody taste was foul and pungent, not much different from other animals outside.
At least for himself, unless he was starving or on the verge of collapse, he wouldn't want to eat humans. As Lu Wuming said, it truly wasn't good.
Of course, it wasn't impossible for someone like Chu Wu to find it delicious. However, Thirteen had never discussed such matters with them.
He found the topic rather disgusting.
He also didn't want to be seen as an anomaly.
That was all.
Now, with someone suddenly discussing this with him, Thirteen found himself momentarily flustered.
After all, the things Lu Wuming said were things he had never considered before.
Lu Wuming glanced at Thirteen. He genuinely had no ulterior motives; he was simply speaking his mind. He said, "I do have half ghost blood flowing in my body, and based on my current sensations, the ghost half might be much stronger than the human half. If my internal organs are destroyed, they can regenerate normally. This proves that both my heart and stomach should be of ghost origin."
Thirteen's mind was already in a whirl from Lu Wuming's previous remarks. Upon hearing his current explanation, he subconsciously nodded. He said, "So? If that's the case, you should accept our food even more. You must eat what we eat to become stronger. Otherwise..."
"Do you think I lost to you before because I didn't eat the kind of things you consider food?" Lu Wuming interrupted Thirteen.
He admitted that Thirteen was quite strong.
However, he also sensed that if he were in his fully recovered state, Thirteen would be no match for him in a one-on-one fight.
The reason he lost before was entirely due to the severe injuries inflicted by that sword. Now, after this period of recovery, most of the lingering wounds had almost disappeared. Under these circumstances, if they were to fight again, Lu Wuming was quite confident of victory.
Looking into Thirteen's eyes, the provocation in his gaze was quite evident.
Ghosts were inherently a warlike race. Seeing that look, Thirteen could pretty much grasp what he was thinking.
Although Lu Wuming's thought process was a bit too erratic for Thirteen to keep up with, truthfully, Thirteen had been quite vexed lately because of this young master.
Now that the other party had proactively issued a challenge, and the Ghost King had no intention of stopping it, Thirteen naturally wouldn't back down. The two exchanged glances, and a battle was imminent.
The reason for this fight, to be honest, was somewhat inexplicable.
However, once the battle began, both of them focused all their attention on it.
Although Lu Wuming had sparred with Chu San a few times before, that woman's strength was too weak to even serve as adequate practice.
Thirteen's abilities, in his opinion, were decent.
He was qualified enough as a training partner to keep his reflexes sharp.
With this thought in mind, Lu Wuming went all out in this fight. Feeling the pressure of his strength, Thirteen had no choice but to take this battle seriously.
This was the first time in his long life that he felt so close to death.
Although his physical condition wasn't at its peak, it was far better than during their last encounter. At least the visible wounds were gone, and Lu Wuming's movements were much smoother than before.
Perhaps, as he had said before, for his body, death didn't signify an end but rather a form of advancement. Even though he hadn't engaged in any exhilarating battles for some time, at this moment, Lu Wuming could feel that he was indeed much stronger than before.
This was good enough.
The ghostly energy emanating from his ghost claws grew more intense, as if it would drown all living beings around them. Lu Wuming fully unleashed his state. Thirteen, despite his efforts to resist and respond, gradually realized after less than half an hour of continuous combat that his condition was starting to falter.
If it continued, it might not be long before Lu Wuming could simply snap his neck and send him to hell.
As this thought crossed his mind, Thirteen resisted even more fiercely. In this world where the strong reigned supreme, he couldn't be sure if anyone would intervene to stop this baseless fight. Therefore, all he could do was to prolong his survival for as long as possible with his own efforts.
This was a common thought of evasion that all creatures faced when confronting death.
However, the moment that decided the victor arrived sooner than expected. Thirteen hadn't even had time to react before Lu Wuming's ghost claws were at his throat.
But, contrary to his earlier expectations, Lu Wuming didn't inflict any further harm.
Feeling the sharp claws inches from his neck, Thirteen paused, then couldn't help but ask, "You're not going to kill me?"
"If I don't kill you, I probably can't kill you anyway," Lu Wuming retracted his hand and indifferently returned to his previous sitting position. Glancing at Thirteen, who was still in a state of shock, Lu Wuming said, "If I truly intended to kill you, someone would likely have intervened to stop me. If I were to lose an arm in the process, it would truly be unnecessary. Besides, to be honest, I wasn't fighting you with the intention of killing you from the start."
Thirteen blinked.
For a moment, he didn't understand his young master's meaning.
Lu Wuming continued, "I just want you to know that you can be stronger without eating people. Think before you act. If everyone before you grew up eating shit, would you follow suit?"