1253 The Cocky White-haired Bu Fang (1/2)

It never occurred to the White Tiger that Bu Fang would choose him. When Bu Fang was in the Heaven and Earth Farmland, he didn't even choose to let him go out for some fresh air.

'Does the Host know what I'm capable of? Does he know the consequences of being possessed by me? How dare he let me possess him without knowing anything?'

The White Tiger lay prone in a corner with a look of doubt in his eyes. However, since Bu Fang had chosen him, he would not refuse. As an Artifact Spirit, he also desired to go out and get some fresh air. He had not gone out for a long time since the previous host died.

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The whole audience was in an uproar. They were completely shocked by what happened in the arena. The little chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm had blocked the punch thrown by the Vajra Realm Little Saint with his bare hand. How could he possibly do that? He didn't even use his mighty arm as he did in the last match. The counterintuitive situation baffled them.

The other Vajra Realm contestants were all frozen. Their mouths were open, and their eyes went wide as if they were completely stunned by what they saw in the arena.

”What's this trick?”

The eyes of contestants from other small worlds lit up. They were also a little confused by Bu Fang's movements.

”That's not his own power. It's the ability of the robe he's wearing. The robe should be a treasure, probably a supreme-grade immortal tool, or even a sacred-grade immortal tool,” said a man wearing a white jade mask from the Winged Man Valley. His voice was soft and pleasant to the ear.

The crowd suddenly understood. After all, the Immortal Cooking Realm used to be an overlord-class small world, so it was perfectly normal for it to have some rare treasures.

Yi Zhu was also taken aback. Suddenly, his pupils constricted, for he had discovered something more terrible. The aura of the little chef before him began to change noticeably. He looked down, while the young man slowly looked up. When their eyes met in midair, he saw his opponent's pupils narrow at a speed visible to the naked eye, looking like two sharp swords.

'Those pupils don't belong to human beings!' Yi Zhu gasped. What made it feel even more creepy was that the little chef's lips slightly curved upward into a smile. 'Is this guy f*cking smiling? This is the first time I've ever seen this paralyze-faced chef smile! So he does know how to smile!'

”I haven't been out for a long time…” said Bu Fang under his breath. His black hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading like silk behind him and looking as smooth as milk.

His transformation completely attracted the attention of the audience and caused an uproar among them.

”What's going on? Does this little chef have the ability to transform?”

All eyes were drawn to Bu Fang's dazzling white hair.

”Brother Yi Zhu, beat him to death!” On the other side of the arena, a Vajra Realm expert gave a roar. His voice was so loud that everyone couldn't help looking at him, and then the crowd saw that all the Vajra Realm contestants were growling with indignation.

In the distance, the Abyss experts in blood-colored robes stared at the arena. Their eyes narrowed slightly as they looked at Bu Fang quizzically. ”His white hair looks a bit strange…”

”Do you think I'll be afraid of you just because you changed your hair color?! Go to hell!” Yi Zhu growled loudly. A powerful force burst out of his fist, pushing the white-haired Bu Fang flying back.

Bu Fang had a wicked smile on his face that sent shivers down everyone's spines. He stood on the ground, closed his eyes, spread his arms, and took a deep breath. As he felt the fresh air, an intoxicated look came over his face. ”What a pleasant smell…” he said, then opened his eyes.

”Acting all mysterious!” Yi Zhu said coldly. His aura soared again, and the shadow of a fiend seemed to emerge behind him. A horrible power instantly swept across the audience.

White-haired Bu Fang raised his chin, folded his arms over his chest, and looked indifferently at Yi Zhu in the distance. ”Weak, too weak. You're as weak as an unweaned kitten,” he said, his voice full of pride. His words were matched with his chin-lifting look, making him appear rather cocky.

Cocky?!

How could this word be associated with this paralyze-faced chef? Everyone found the situation incredible.

In fact, the people in the Immortal Cooking Realm were the most surprised. The scene in the arena had been transmitted to the square outside the Immortal Kitchen Pavilion, and everyone who saw Bu Fang's hair changing color was stunned.

”It's over… The Great Demon King's hair had changed color under the pressure of the Vajra Realm expert…”

”His hair had turned all white! He must be at his wits' end.”

”It feels strange. He's a little different from the usual Great Demon King...”

All the immortal chefs could feel the strange air emanating from Bu Fang, so they all chatted with each other doubtfully.

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In the arena, Yi Zhu's anger flared at white-haired Bu Fang's attitude. He felt as if a roaring flame were burning in his chest. ”You conceited fellow! You're just a little lizard from the Immortal Cooking Realm, and you dare provoke me?! I'm going to crush you completely and smash you to a pulp!” he growled furiously, his hair standing on top of his head. It was plain to see how angry he was at the moment.

”This guy is dead… He has really angered Chief Yi Zhu!”

”When Chief loses his temper, everyone backs down!”

”This fool! Doesn't he know that the angrier we Vajra Realm experts get, the stronger we become? With Chief's fury at the moment, his punch will probably turn this fellow into a pulp!”

The Vajra Realm experts were extremely excited, and their eyes were full of zeal. They all seemed to be able to picture Bu Fang turning into pulp under Yi Zhu's fist. The mere thought of it thrilled them.

”What a big-breasted and brainless guy. Your furious look is just like a stupid angry cat,” said white-haired Bu Fang disdainfully, standing in the distance with his arms folded over his chest and his chin raised.

Arrogant and conceited. That was everyone's impression of Bu Fang at the moment. No one could believe that he dared to speak to a Little Saint like that. Where did he get the courage to provoke a Little Saint? He was just a half-step Saint!

”You're courting death!” Fury rocketed through Yi Zhu, his whole body seemingly burning as hot as an oven. The rubble on the ground kept floating up in midair, shattering under his pressure. Suddenly, the air burst into a ripple with a deafening boom as he shot himself toward Bu Fang, throwing a punch to kill this arrogant white-haired fellow.

”Well, well… A weak guy is a weak guy. I'll let you attack me three times without fighting back. If you can touch me within the three attacks, I'll spare your life,” said white-haired Bu Fang indifferently, clasping his hands behind his back.

Even Commander Mo Yuan in the distance frowned and shook his head when he heard those words.

'How did this guy become so cocky? He's a completely different person.'