1255 Revenge Comes Fas (1/2)
”In my view, everyone here is… rubbish.”
White-haired Bu Fang crossed his arms over his chest, raised his chin, and glanced cockily at the crowd. His words resounded through the whole audience, ringing in everyone's ears and making everyone freeze. Even Nethery, Mo Yan, Zhu Yan, and the audience in the Immortal Cooking Realm were completely struck dumb.
”Is this guy really Owner Bu?”
”Is the Great Demon King so arrogant?”
The audience was quiet for a long time, then it exploded completely in an uproar.
”This little chef is too arrogant, isn't he? Does he think he's invincible after killing a Vajra Realm Little Saint?”
”Haha… He's really conceited.” A long-haired woman with a bloodless face from the Wandering Soul Realm smiled darkly.
”He has a bit of strength, but he's too wild,” said the Winged Man Valley expert softly. One could tell from his voice that he was actually sneering.
The Earth Prison experts were grinning, too. ”Prison Overlord You Ji's favorite little chef is a little too cocky. He was just taking advantage of Yi Zhu's weak period after the Explosive Body state was over. Does that make him feel invincible?”
Many experts from first-class small worlds were smiling. They all felt somewhat disdainful of the arrogant Bu Fang. Yes, Bu Fang had defeated Yi Zhu, but in their view, he just took advantage of his opponent's weakness. When Yi Zhu entered the Explosive Body state, his strength and mental force would soar by leaps and bounds, but the state had a fatal shortcoming, and that was once it ended, his body would become extremely weak. It was like using a secret technique to stimulate the body. Although it was harmless, the body would definitely become weak when the state was over.
Bu Fang had struck when Yi Zhu was in a weak state, and that was the reason why he was able to kill him.
”I can't believe this guy can really kill Yi Zhu… Well, he does have the right to be cocky, since he had killed a Little Saint with the strength of a half-step Saint!” someone said, chuckling.
Meanwhile, the Vajra Realm was shrouded in a depressed atmosphere. For a moment, the people in the realm couldn't accept that one of their Little Saints had been killed by a chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm.
”Ahhhhhhh!!”
After a brief silence, the whole realm was boiling up. Suddenly, a figure ran toward the distance and smashed a mountain to pieces with one punch.
”Yi Zhu, you've died so tragically!”
…
No one in the Immortal Cooking Realm could have imagined that the match would end this way. Bu Fang had killed a Little Saint with the strength of a half-step Saint. Although they only saw the killing through the light screen, they all seemed to be able to feel the horror emanating from him. Their miracle did not pass away. The Great Demon King who kept creating miracles was still here!
”He's truly worthy to be the Great Demon King! He's so bold!”
”I'll be a loyal supporter of the Great Demon King for the rest of my life! I'll fight anyone who insults him!”
The Immortal Cooking Realm erupted into a celebration. Meng Qi, on the other hand, didn't know whether she should laugh or weep. When she saw Bu Fang's white hair, she knew that this should be the Bu Fang who liked to stir up troubles, just like the Bu Fang with red hair and black hair. In any case, as long as he won the match and he was unharmed, his arrogance didn't bother her too much. If the Great Demon King wasn't qualified for arrogance, who would?
…
”Why? You're not convinced?” The white-haired Bu Fang folded his arms over his chest and sneered at the audience. ”If you think you are stronger than me, come up here and fight—” Before he could finish, however, his voice came to an abrupt end.
In Bu Fang's spirit sea, the corners of his mouth twitched violently. He finally knew why the Golden Divine Dragon said the White Tiger was a maniac. 'He's really a f*cking maniac. He had already won, so why should he provoke everyone? This is not necessary at all!”
Buzz…
With a surge of light, the White Tiger's figure appeared in the spirit sea.
”Hmm? Why did you summon me back here? I want to fight a hundred enemies!” he said, raising his tiger's head cockily.
”Howling, stop fooling around,” said Bu Fang with a straight face.
”You're making enemies for Little Host! What if you annoy someone and Little Host gets punched in the face while sleeping at night?” the Golden Divine Dragon said seriously in the distance.
”Maybe he'll be stripped, tied up with big rocks, and thrown into the sea,” the Vermilion Bird added.
Bu Fang was speechless. 'Why do these Artifact Spirits seem to want me dead?'
”Hmph! Why should I be afraid of making enemies? If they dare to come, I'll kill them all! I, Howling, am invincible!” the White Tiger said, his head cocked proudly and his teeth bared.
Suddenly, he got a light knock on the head from Bu Fang. His eyes widened instantly, and he gave a loud cry. ”Host, how dare you knock my head?!”
”Howling, let me hear you howl,” said Bu Fang expressionlessly.
”ARRRROOOOOO!”
”Good boy.” Bu Fang nodded with satisfaction. Then, with a thought, he disappeared from the spirit sea.
For a moment, the atmosphere became very embarrassing. The White Tiger stood stiffly, while the dragon and the bird stared at him from a distance. He glanced at both of them and asked, ”What did I just do?”