532 Giving Up On The Competition? (2/2)

”The competition is about to begin. Where in the world is he? Is he going to abandon the match?”

”Wasn't the chef the one who decided to give up on the match? Why is Nangong Wuque now absent?”

...

Many in the audience were confused and began to discuss amongst themselves. They truly had no idea what was going on.

With Nangong Wuque's crappy attitude, the fellow should have arrived a long time ago.

Nangong Wan, who was sitting amongst the audience, was unable to endure it any longer.

The Nangong Wuque she knew would not give up on the competition. Especially after he had spoken to Bu Fang about it. Bu Fang was even supposed to go easy on him today.

But now, Nangong Wuque had gone missing?

Although he had already asked Owner Bu to go easy on him, he still decided to dig a pit for Bu Fang to jump into?

The start time for the match soon arrived, and the warship, which housed the five alchemy grandmasters, appeared in the sky above the arena. The five figures walked out of the warship with fluttering hairs. Grandmaster Xuan Ming stepped forward and announced the start of the first match of the competition for the top 10, with a serious expression on his face.

After he made the announcement, the atmosphere turned awkward.

This was because Nangong Wuque was still absent…

Did this brat actually plan to abandon the competition?

Since when was Nangong Wuque such a scaredy cat?

The audience was horrified.

Bu Fang also had an expression of confusion on his face. Did Nangong Wuque oversleep? That did not seem possible. How could he oversleep on the day of such an important event

No one knew what had happened to Nangong Wuque.

Grandmaster Xuan Ming's face was extremely unsightly, and at that moment, he looked extremely terrifying. He had to get down to the bottom of the matter.

Nangong Wuque… did he actually forsake the competition?!

”This is absolutely ridiculous! That little brat!” Grandmaster Xuan Ming was so angry, his beard fluttered on its own. He looked ready to beat someone up!

If anyone was going to abandon the match, they thought it would be Bu Fang, but it had turned out to be Nangong Wuque instead. The people who came to watch the match did so with their spare time, and in the end, it was Nangong Wuque who did not show up.

That little brat… Does he still care about his place in Heavenly Mist City's Pill Tower?

”What in the world is going on?” Grandmaster Xuan Ming muttered, solemnly staring at the chief judge, who was in charge of this round.

The chief judge felt a headache brewing. He realized that every time he had the slightest of contacts with Bu Fang, something would go wrong. Bu Fang's opponent, no matter who they were, would always meet with misfortune.

If their furnace didn't explode, they would bawl their eyes out, and now, someone had failed to turn up.

This dark horse… Has he planned to go through the entire competition without winning a single match properly?

”It's possible that Nangong Wuque has thrown the match. The competition should have already started already. We can't delay it any longer.”

Grandmaster Xuan Ming's face sunk. He had wanted to help Nangong Wuque out, even if it meant stalling for time.

However, he was unable to stall for long.

”Forget it; just announce the start of this competition. Let Bu Fang advance through this round of the competition. Although he has no opponent, he still has to prepare a proper product. It's his obligation to the masses,” Grandmaster Xuan Ming said.

He was still stunned. The person who had said he would participate in the match was the person who had thrown the match. The person who said he would throw the match was the person now standing on stage energetically.

Were they messing with him?

If Bu Fang could read Grandmaster Xuan Ming's thoughts, he would definitely go insane. That was because he really did plan to throw the match.

He was only standing here because Nangong Wuque asked him to lose with style.

Fine… In the end, he had achieved victory without even knowing how he did it.

The corners of Bu Fang's mouth curled upwards, and with a wave of his hand, the heavy Black Turtle Constellation Wok appeard, landing atop the bronze platform with a loud thud.

Since Nangong Wuque wasn't there for the match, he would definitely win. Since that was the case, Bu Fang decided to get serious and make a dish.

It was to appease the fervent audience.

This was the first time Bu Fang realized that he actually had a lot of supporters.

He remembered the time when the audience cheered for the alchemists he was up against, urging them to destroy him, the public enemy of alchemists.

As those thoughts crossed Bu Fang's mind, he took out a giant bear from his system's storage space. He prodded the giant bear for a bit and sliced off the other paw, then he prepared to make his dish.

Seeing this, Xiong Shi, who was sitting in the audience stand, was unable to control himself and began to cry. Did Bu Fang hate him or something? Why did he have to cook the bear in a round his victory was already assured? Couldn't he treat the bear nicely?

...

In the Nangong Residence.

In the secret chamber, Nangong Wuque opened his eyes, and a forceful aura surged out from behind him. Two chains hovered behind him, and a third chain was faintly visible.

A bright glow flickered in his eyes, and he exhaled a long breath of dark, turbid air.

An uncontrollable surge of delight appeared on Nangong Wuque's face. He raised his hand, and a clump of white flames danced atop his fingertips. That familiar feeling instantly enveloped his entire body.

The Nine Hell King Flame, which he had just regained, felt much easier to control.

Creak!

He opened the doors of the secret room, and the blinding sunlight shone on him. Nangong Wuque exhaled a long breath and felt his mind clear.

He felt very refreshed.

Suddenly, a servant, who had been respectfully standing outside the room, bowed toward Nangong Wuque, with a strange expression on his face. ”Patriarch… You… You finally came out! The Magical Hand Conference is about to end!”