1299 A Perfect Assassination? (1/2)
None of you can fight.
”How could this guy say such a thing? He's only a chef! How dare he say so?”
The tens of thousands of spectators were angry, but the outcome of the battle left them speechless. The result was much beyond their expectation.
In just one battle, four of the geniuses from the Nether Prison's second-best team died, while the remaining one narrowly survived because he threw in the towel in time and was saved by the referee. If he didn't do it in time, it was very likely that the chef's fist would have killed him.
It had always been the Nether Prison teams who wiped out the other teams. The Nether Prison geniuses had never been bullied by others like this!
This caused the pent-up anger of Nether Prison experts to erupt completely.
Worst of all, this guy was looking down on everyone present with his arrogant words!
None of them could fight?
He was too wild!
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In the Immortal Cooking Ream, all the people watching the match through the light screen were cheering excitedly.
”The Great Demon King is as formidable as ever, even when he's facing Nether Prison geniuses!”
”He shows no sign of weakness at all and fights without hesitation!”
”Look, he's got the Nether Prison genius on his knees begging for mercy… I'm so proud of him!”
Meanwhile, when the Earth Prison experts saw the crushing defeat of Nether Prison's geniuses, they felt extremely excited and joyful. All the Earth Prison contestants died tragically in the hands of the Nether Prison's second-best team. Now, it was as if Bu Fang had avenged them, which naturally filled their hearts with joy.
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With a buzzing sound, Bu Fang's white hair turned black, and his eyes returned to their normal appearance. He drew back his fist and looked at the referee, his face indifferent.
The White Tiger was very violent. Almost every time he attacked, he used lethal means. Bu Fang himself would have been strong enough to deal with these experts. After all, he had the Explosive Meatballs and Divine Sealing Dumplings, so he could defeat his opponents without a problem.
However, he still let the White Tiger out. To put it bluntly, he was just too lazy to do it himself. The White Tiger, he thought, would finish the battle more cleanly and faster than himself.
”The winner of this match is the Immortal Cooking Realm.” The Nether Prison referee announced the result through clenched teeth, his eyes fixed on Bu Fang with unmatched fierceness.
Suddenly, Bu Fang seemed to feel something. He threw his head back, and his eyes looked through the void to meet with a pair of eyes filled with immense terror and pressure. They belonged to the Great Saint who was guarding the coliseum in the sky.
'He's dissatisfied with my unscrupulous behavior, isn't he?'
Zhu Yan and the other experts from the Immortal Cooking Realm almost danced with excitement. They didn't know how to express their feelings now. It never occurred to them that Bu Fang would be so fearsome. Even though he was facing the Nether Prison experts, he was as fearless and formidable as ever and had even won their first match easily.
They returned to the resting room in high spirits.
The match was the last of the day. Tens of thousands of spectators left the coliseum. Some were wailing and even growling because they had lost a lot of money due to the result of the match. Some people had bet their entire wealth on the Nether Prison team, but the outcome had broken their hearts.
The winner was the Immortal Cooking Realm team that no one thought would win. The unexpected outcome left the audience angry and frustrated.
Night soon fell. The next day would be the final match of the team competition. Everyone had expected that it would be fought between the two teams of Nether Prison, but in the end, a dark horse emerged.
The Immortal Cooking Realm, a small world that had been in decline for countless years, had once again caught everyone's eyes.
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Bu Fang and his companions returned to the inn. Zhu Yan and the others were very excited, which kept them awake. In fact, at their level, sleep was not that necessary.
Bu Fang went back to his room, sat down cross-legged, and began to cultivate his mental force.
He had exchanged the metal force cultivation technique from the System. Its first stage was the divine perception, the second was a divine will, and the last was divine sense. Different levels had different powers. For example, the divine perception could sense all changes around him, but the divine will could sense the smallest detail.
According to his calculation, it would take him a long time to reach the level of divine sense. After all, he had just condensed his divine will, and he got a lot of sharpening to do if he wanted to master it.
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Several grim-faced figures were sitting in a private room in the Tianxiang Restaurant.
Glancing at the people around him, Lu Yu took a deep breath.
”Lu Yu, you called us here to discuss the strategy for tomorrow?” A young man chuckled as he looked at Lu Yu and shook his head. ”We're not the same as those guys in the second-best team. Their defeat today is indeed unexpected, but if it were any of us, we could also easily defeat them. Although they're the second-best team, they're not too strong,” the young man said with a faint smile.
Lu Yu looked at the young man and shook his head. ”Ba Wu, you are not Ba Juetian. You are not qualified to be so arrogant…”
His words made the young man's expression suddenly change.
Ba Juetian was one of the three Kings, a genius from the younger generation of the Tyrant Clan. He was as strong as Lu Ban.
Although Ba Wu was also a genius from the Tyrant Clan, he was weaker than Ba Juetian.
”The three Kings will not participate in tomorrow's match, so we must make sure that nothing goes wrong. If we fail, we'll bring shame to the whole Nether Prison!” Lu Yu said.
”He's just a boy from the Immortal Cooking Realm,” said Ba Wu coldly. ”He has no chance to survive if we attack him with all our might!”
”Can you be sure that the little chef has shown us all his strength?” Lu Yu asked.