1242 Eat a Meatball to Quell the Fear? (1/2)

The bird's cry was loud and clear, and it sounded as if it was coming from the sky. All the people present were shocked. They turned to the arena, and then they saw Bu Fang.

His crimson robes fluttered around him, making him look as if he were in a blazing fire. In everyone's perception, his cultivation base, which had been extremely obscure, became clear and was exploding and rising continuously.

Boom!

It was as if the shackles that bound him were taken off. At this moment, his cultivation base was fully revealed, and an aura of a half-step Saint exuded from his body, towering into the sky. Even then, a pair of flaming wings appeared behind him, accompanied by a loud bird's cry, while flaming feathers kept falling in the air.

It was an amazing sight, and everyone was dazzled by his sudden outburst of power.

His divine will was unexpectedly strong, enveloping him like a layer of hazy golden light. It spread like the sea and pressed on everyone's heart, causing their breathing to become rapid and their pupils to constrict.

Bu Fang clasped his hands behind him and stood where he was. His faint voice made everyone's mind tremble.

Of all the people, the half-step Saint was the most shocked because he was directly facing the pressure from Bu Fang. To him, it was as if an ant had suddenly become an existence no weaker than himself. It was a feeling that could not be described with words, and it brought a great impact on his mind.

After a brief shock, however, he came to his senses.

”So what if you are a half-step Saint? I have a peculiar wind, and I can blow out your soul and your flesh with it!” he growled. His eyes narrowed at Bu Fang as he tightened his grip on his pike.

The next moment, he stepped forward and dashed toward Bu Fang, following the black crescent-shaped slash shot out by the Peculiar Wind Pike.

Rumble!

The audience outside the arena held their breaths and were completely captivated by the intensity of the fight.

In the arena, Bu Fang's robes fluttered noisily. His expression grew serious in the face of his opponent's powerful attack. With a shake of his hand, the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife fell into his grip. As soon as the knife appeared, a dragon roar rang out, and it emitted a dazzling golden light, attracting everyone's attention.

”DIE NOW!” roared the half-step Saint from the Blackwind Continent.

The ground kept crumbling as if the topmost layer had been lifted, while oppressive blasts kept blowing toward Bu Fang.

Even then, he raised his kitchen knife and gently swung it at the black crescent-shaped pike light. It was a simple and direct cut, but as soon as it appeared, the atmosphere in the arena changed.

Boom!

The next moment, the shadow brought the knife down. Heaven and earth seemed to have quieted down, as if even if a deity descended now, he would be beheaded by this knife as well.

”A slash… Cutting Immortal Style,” Bu Fang said in a cool voice, his face expressionless.

In the blink of an eye, a golden knife light burst out of the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife and collided with the black crescent-shaped pike light. A deafening rumble resounded through the sky, and powerful blasts swept out in all directions.

The half-step Saint followed the pike light to give Bu Fang a fatal blow. However, he never expected that Bu Fang's attack would be so powerful. In a flash, his black wind and pike light crumbled and disappeared, and then the knife light continued to approach him. It was too late for him to dodge, so he had to fight it with his flesh. He thrust out his pike, crashing it with the knife light.

The next moment, his chest exploded, and his body flew backward like a cannonball, smashed to the ground, and was pushed out of the arena by a mighty force.

The audience fell into a dead silence.

Ever since Bu Fang revealed his half-step Saint cultivation base, he had been suppressing his opponent, whether in momentum, mental force, or even skills. The end result was that the half-step Saint from the Blackwind Continent, who had thought he could win, was defeated with only one stroke of a kitchen knife.

The air was thick with the smell of the half-step Saint's blood.

The previously clamoring audience was petrified. No one thought that the weak Immortal Cooking Realm had quietly produced a half-step Saint, who managed to turn the tide at the last moment by defeating two contestants from the Blackwind Continent in a row. It was like a slap in everyone's face, for almost all the audience had supported the Blackwind Continent.

The Vajra Realm expert's face grew dark as if he had constipation, and his eyes widened in disbelief. He punched the ground and said, ”Dammit! Rubbish! All the contestants from the Blackwind Continent are crap! I can't believe they can't even defeat this lizard… Garbage!” His forehead was covered with veins as he flew into a rage.

Bu Fang's true cultivation base surprised everyone. Although a half-step Saint was nothing to them, the sudden increase in his strength still frightened them. They all thought that perhaps the Immortal Cooking Realm could go further in this tournament.

”Amitabha! This poor monk knew from a look at Owner that he's not an ordinary man.”

”A man who can cook such delicious dishes is naturally not ordinary…”

”Owner, it's boring to fight and kill. Just finish the fight and go back to cook teppanyaki for us!”

After a moment of silence, someone in the audience spoke. Bu Fang surprised everyone with his strength, but the experts who had tasted his teppanyaki octopus tentacles still preferred his cooking.

The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched when he heard them. Soon, the golden light faded away. He put the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife away, clasped his hands behind his back, and stood in the middle of the arena with an expressionless face.

His image was transmitted to all the surrounding worlds through the projection array.

The team match had attracted a lot of attention.

…

The whole square in the Immortal Cooking Realm was silent. Everyone was staring blankly at the light screen. Some people rubbed their eyes, wondering if their eyes had deceived them. However, when they saw the figure on the light screen, the man who clasped his hands on his back and stood in the middle of the arena, their blood boiled.

”He won! The Great Demon King has won!”

”The Great Demon King is invincible! He didn't disappoint us!”

”He really is the Great Demon King who always walks at the forefront of miracle creation! He shocked us all once again!”

The Immortal Cooking Realm experts burst into an uproar. They talked to each excitedly, unable to restrain their emotions. Many vendors in the square even offered a fifty-percent off on their food because of excitement. The aroma of food, the heat coming from the stoves, and the excitement of the people were mixed together, making the whole square very lively.