1424 A Fluke? (1/2)

The counter, which had stopped, began to change, jumping rapidly. Five thousand, five thousand five hundred, six thousand… At this point, the increment sat firmly at five hundred cuts.

As time went by and as Bu Fang's familiarity with the knife technique grew, the cuts he made with each slash slowly increased—from five hundred cuts per slash to six hundred, then to one thousand. It was incredibly fast!

The crowd's breathing quickened as Bu Fang's cuts per slash increased. Some rehearsed the slashes with their divine senses by following his movements, trying to imitate his knife technique. However, as they rehearsed, they felt their divine senses were torn apart, and they grunted as blood trickled down from their nose and mouth.

That terrified them, and they dared not to go on rehearsing but just looked at Bu Fang, aghast. They could not understand why his divine sense could withstand this level of rehearsing when it was impossible for them, even though they were all Demigods.

They then realized that geniuses could not be judged by common sense. Through simple comparison, they could guess how strong Bu Fang's divine sense was. At the very least, it was not weaker than some of the top Demigods in the Divine Dynasty. He might be slightly weaker than the princes, but he would be on par with the sons of the kings.

Luo Sanniang had returned, twisting her slender waist as she walked and bringing with her a gust of sweet scent. She lightly rubbed her delicate hands with an indifferent face, then leaned against the railing and stared at Bu Fang and the counter showing the number of cuts over the array. She knew nothing about the knife technique, but she knew that with every increment of the counter, it meant Bu Fang was one step closer to success.

”Ten thousand already!” someone said incredulously in a low voice.

”How long did it take him?!” Luo Sanniang turned to a Divine Chef beside her and asked hastily.

The Divine Chef had been counting the time. When he saw it was Luo Sanniang who asked him, he quickly said, ”About a quarter of an hour! I think he might complete the second test!”

Luo Sanniang's eyes lit up. Biting her red lip, she stared at Bu Fang with excitement.

Bu Fang did not stop waving his kitchen knife, which flashed brilliantly. The tofu was shivering, but not even a bit of it flew out. His movements were steady, not too far nor too slow.

”Look! Eleven thousand already!”

”Thirteen thousand!”

”Fifteen thousand!”

…

As the Divine Chefs looked at the changing numbers, their eyes gleamed with shock. At this point, the cuts Bu Fang made with every slash were fixed at about two thousand. That was the limit his divine sense could withstand.

Master Cheng had returned, but this time he dared not to shout again. His face was dark as he stared at Bu Fang, the young man who had broken his record. What made it more difficult for him to accept was that this was the same young man who had beaten him up!

'It's him!'

Anger surged within him, and the jealousy in his eyes grew as he watched the increasing number on the array. He knew that once this young man completed the second test, he would replace him as the key cultivating subject of the Divine Chef Temple.

Once that happened, the Divine Chef Temple would provide the young man a significant amount of resources, and all those things belonging to him would be taken away. He could not let that happen!

Master Cheng's eyes flickered, but he was not in a hurry to strike. He could complete the second test as well, so he waited patiently. Bu Fang was still some distance from success. 'He might fail, and when he does, I'll stand forward and solve the second test. Perhaps I'll get more resources from the Divine Chef Temple!' he thought, fixing his eyes at Bu Fang.

Luo Sanniang glanced at Master Cheng as if she was guessing the old man's thoughts. She did not have a good impression of Master Cheng. This old man took advantage of his seniority and had wasted countless resources in the Divine Chef Temple. He had even used up many source gems.

'It will be great if Bu Fang could replace this old man as the distinguished guest of the Divine Chef Temple. At least it's more comfortable to face a cute young man than an old fool!' she thought. Now, she only hoped that Bu Fang would not let her down.

”Eighteen thousand!” said a Divine Chef in a low, shocked voice.

Nineteen thousand!

Nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety!

Only nine cuts left!

The crowd held its breath and stared fixedly at Bu Fang. No one dared to move. Even Master Cheng narrowed his eyes and dared not breathe too loudly.