577 If You Canst Satisfy Me, Then Die! (2/2)

Bu Fang's brows twitched a little. Was that the origin of these headless chefs?

Still... looking at these chefs, Bu Fang felt a little uncomfortable. He felt that a cook should possess freedom. It was a career which brought joy to others.

Faced with an existence like the Supreme Blade Tyrant, who made chefs into his personal items, Bu Fang felt uncomfortable.

”Now, I'd like each of you to go to a stove... There's fifty-three of you here, but I've only prepared fifty stoves. On the count of ten, those who fail to get a stove will die.”

The Supreme Blade Tyrant smiled.

In the next moment, the contestants were taken aback and their bodies jerked as they rushed toward the stoves.

Dying because of that?

Wouldn't that mean that three people must die? Moreover, there were already two stoves that were already in use. All of them knew that more people were going to die.

There were five of them who were going to die there?

Nobody wanted to die. In their minds, anyone else could simply go to hell!

A fight broke out immediately.

Bu Fang had Whitey's protection and easily got a stove. As for the Shura Saintess and several others, they managed to obtain a stove due to their personal cultivation. In the end, there were sure to be people who were unable to obtain a stove.

When the count was coming to an end, the fight became more intense.

Cough!

Someone coughed out blood and was thrown to an open space. He wanted to get up but was bound by an invisible force.

”Time's up... The five of you are left without a stove. You are no longer qualified to fight for my inheritance. Now, you'll be mine.” The Supreme Blade Tyrant smiled and his eyes flashed in a blood-red color.

The five contestants' head detached from their bodies and exploded with a loud bang. Blood splattered on their chef robes.

Woosh.

From out of nowhere, a kitchen knife and ladle fell onto the ground and a light ringing sound could be heard.

The five contestants who lost their heads each bent their bodies to pick up a kitchen knife and a ladle before slowly stepping into the army of headless chefs.

Urgh...

Everyone stared at the horrifying scene which made their hairs stand on end and their hearts shiver. An army of headless chefs… That was how the Supreme Blady Tyrant got his army. How terrifying.

The Supreme Blade Tyrant had a broad grin on his face as he turned to look at the rest of the contestants who had found a stove.

”Now, since everyone has a stove, all of you shall begin cooking. The ingredients have already been prepared for you and they are all located under the stove. I hope that you will be able to cook something that can satisfy me. Remember, if you can't, then...

The Supreme Blade Tyrant suddenly stopped speaking. The smile on his face disappeared and was replaced with a sinister look, ”...Then, all of you will stay here with me!”

Hiss hiss hiss...

Stay behind with him and become one of those headless chefs?

Who would want something like that?

In the distance, the five contestants who were made into headless chefs stood in the distance as their body swayed from side to side. There was a kitchen knife in one hand and a ladle in another. Their chef robe was stained red with their blood.

This scene instilled fear in every one of the contestants.

The contestants quickly turned their attention back to the stove. They opened the cabinet under it and took out the ingredients. However, there were those who just stood foolishly in front of their stove. That was especially true for the group of alchemists from the Pill Palace. They might be able to do alchemy, but when someone asked them to cook, it was the same as asking them to climb to the heavens!

Why was there a need to learn cooking just for an inheritance? How could they ever imagine that their lives would be in danger one day just because they were unable to cook?

The group of alchemist all had a constipated look on their face.

The Shura Saintess was also a little sluggish. However, she took a deep breath and she pressed her hands against her chest. After calming herself down, she reached below the stove and opened the cabinet. She brought out all the ingredients and laid them on the table.

She was going to try even if she didn't know how to cook. Otherwise, she would die anyway… She didn't want that.

Bu Fang frowned as he glanced at the Supreme Blade Tyrant who was laughing crazily. Disgust emerged from the bottom of his heart. From the appearance of the headless chefs, Bu Fang was already feeling uncomfortable. The Supreme Blade Tyrant's behavior was especially disrespectful to chefs.

He opened the cabinet and took out the ingredients. Rich spirit essence started to spread out in front of Bu Fang and his eyes started to shine. The ingredient Bu Fang took out was a piece of meat. It was a huge slab of meat and the texture of the meat was splendid. Bu Fang was amazed by the quality of the meat.

”System, what kind of meat is this?” Bu Fang asked his system quietly.

”The meat came from the belly of a spirit beast at the peak of the Divine Physique Echelon,” the system answered him earnestly. The system would always answer his questions earnestly when it came to food ingredients.

A peak-level Divine Physique Echelon spirit beast's meat... Bu Fang sucked in a deep breath. The Supreme Blade Tyrant was not worthy to use ingredients like this.

From a distance, the eyes of a middle-aged man in a linen coat shimmered and he sighed.

”A peak-level Divine Physique Echelon spirit beast's meat. Interesting... Just how many spirit beasts did this tyrant slaughter? Legend has it that this madman killed a divine beast. Will the meat of a divine beast appear here as well? That will really be interesting!” The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and pulled the corner of his lips.

His mind shook and an ice-blue cleaver suddenly appeared in his hand. The chill the cleaver emitted was extraordinary and anyone would be able to see that his cleaver was special.

”What should I cook? I'm from the Valley of Gluttony and I'm not afraid of anyone. This inheritance is definitely meant for someone like me!” The middle-aged man held the cleaver in his hand as the edge of his lips rose.

The middle-aged man fully enjoyed the chill released from his cleaver as a grin appeared on his face.

Suddenly, his cleaver shook and his eyes opened wide. He focused in a single direction.

There, a young man's hand was suddenly covered in smoke as a knife appeared in his palm. He swung his knife a few times and demonstrated his knife skills.

The man stared at the black knife. The knife actually caused his Crystal Cleaver to resonate when it appeared!