602 What Was Owner Bu’s Speciality? (2/2)

The voice which sounded like the morning bells and evening drums rang through the ears of all. Everyone felt a palpitation, with their gazes falling onto Bu Fang and Wen Renchou.

Bu Fang was indifferent, snuggling on the chair, as though he had anticipated the results, without a trace of worry to be seen.

On the other hand, Wen Renchou was totally drained of his color. He had lost… truly lost!

”The Chef's Challenge has ended. The punishment begins… Wen Renchou will be stripped of his culinary rights, will never again be a chef, and his kitchen knife will be taken and awarded to his rival.”

Wen Renchou stared blankly.

Above the enormous illusionary figure in the illusionary sky, there seemed to be an invisible pair of eyes gazing at his body, making him feel empty and exhausted.

This was the price of the Chef's Challenge.

He lost, and he had to pay a price that he could not bear.

Hmm?

Bu Fang was stumped slightly and raised his brows. He saw Wen Renchou's icy crystal knife flying toward him. So this was what they termed as ”stripped of the kitchen knife”? Also, stripped of the culinary rights? The battle between the chefs was genuinely cruel!

Bu Fang creased his brows. Looking at the pale Wen Renchou, he twitched his lips. He had no empathy for Wen Renchou. He knew that if he were to lose this day, it would be his kitchen knife and his culinary rights which would be taken away from him forever.

When Wen Renchou called for the battle, it might have meant to wipe out all of Bu Fang's retreats. However, it was beyond his expectation the full extent of Bu Fang's strength. Bu Fang was not magnanimous. In fact, he was a tad petty.

The icy crystal kitchen knife flew right into Bu Fang's hands, so he raised his hand and grabbed it. The ice-blue of the kitchen knife exuded an aura of glamour, resembling the cold ice from the deep sea, which was freezing cold. There was a faint air of coldness lingering.

”A good knife!” Bu Fang exclaimed.

He stuck out a finger and caressed the kitchen knife. There was a piercing feeling which constricted the skin, causing Bu Fang's lips to twitch. It might not be as good as his Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, but it was undeniably a rare good knife.

Wen Renchou's eyes were filled with grief. He looked at the kitchen knife in Bu Fang's hand and opened his mouth to speak but gave up. The restrictive force on him was unbearable. It was the restrictive force of the Gluttony's Oath.

Bu Fang looked briefly at Wen Renchou, pulled the corner of his lips and moved his fingers. The ice-blue kitchen knife started to rotate in his hand, blooming with a sparkling aurora of the knife.

Wen renchou looked on with his heart pulling on tightly.

”You…” Wen Renchou felt his heart tearing apart.

”Congratulations to the host for defeating the second-grade chef from the Valley of Gluttony, Wen Renchou. The reward is his kitchen knife and a knife cabinet for the collection of kitchen knives from battle. The road to the God of Cooking is a progression with no retreat. The knife cabinet collects more than the knives of the losers, it also serves as a reminder to the host to keep up upgrading his culinary skills, striving toward being the God of Cooking,” the system's stern and serious speech reverberated in Bu Fang's mind.

The next moment, Bu Fang's heart quivered a little. An array started to form and spread out. Bright spots appeared before him, turning into a conveyor formation, and an antique sandalwood cabinet of magenta shade appeared.

The crowd was astounded by the emergence of the cabinet.

Wen Renchou's eyes turned blood-red and he gave out a loud roar upon seeing the cabinet. He was not unfamiliar with the cabinet. He had seen it in the Valley of Gluttony. Any culinary geniuses used this style of cabinet for their collection of the losers' kitchen knives.

That was an insult to every loser!

”Oh, how I hate it!” Wen Renchou was furious, and his blood was boiling to a tremor.

Bu Fang glanced at him nonchalantly. Expressionlessly, he opened the cabinet. It was empty. However, there were many exquisite knife holders standing side by side. He placed the Crystal Cleaver into the cabinet and stared at the lonely kitchen knife, suddenly speechless.

As the system said, culinary art was like a martial art. There might be some difference but ultimately it would be to reach the epitome of the art.

As in all great competitions, only the winner would stay forever.

Bu Fang wanted to be the God of Cooking hence there would be no slowing down of his pace, he had to diligently practice and improve his culinary skills. Otherwise, it would be his Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife sitting in another chef's cabinet…

”This serves as a warning and a reminder to me…” Bu Fang mumbled.

Wen Renchou trembled, falling limply onto his chair, exhausted and lifeless. He knew it was his own doing.

”Why? Why did I lose? I am from the Valley of Gluttony. I am a second-grade chef from the Valley of Gluttony. How did I lose?” Wen Renchou murmured with his empty eyes.

Bu Fang closed his knife cabinet and turned to look at Wen Renchou.

”Isn't it normal to lose? You are most adept at cooking fish, but I am not. You used your most accomplished skill yet you could not defeat me, what is there to regret?” Bu Fang said with a blank expression.

Bu Fang's expertise was not in cooking fish?!

Wen Renchou rolled his eyeballs, lifted his head and stuttered, ”then what are you most skilled at?”

Bu Fang sighed upon casting a glance at Wen Renchou. He faced the direction of the kitchen, with his hands at his back, exuding a mysterious aura.

Everyone was curious, their ears standing, waiting expectantly for Bu Fang's reply. It was a long pause. A melancholic sound resonated.

”By any means, it is not fish…”