Chapter 1705 - Breaks Through Two Passes In a Row (2/2)

Bu Fang’s face grew dark, and he gave the little fox a serious look. Foxy’s fur bristled. She flew whistling through the air and landed on Bu Fang’s shoulder, somewhat reluctant.

“Good girl,” Bu Fang said, stroking her head. After that, he held Foxy with both hands, pointed her at the Accursed Lich King in the distance, and gave her buttock a gentle slap.

Foxy straightened her neck, and her cheeks bulged. Then, with a boom, she spat out a Soul Demon meatball.

The meatball was too fast. In the twinkling of an eye, it sped through the air and hit the Lich King. A rumbling sound rang out as the explosion knocked him flying back and threw him to the ground. He crawled to his feet, but he had lost an arm.

The stooped old man froze. He did not seem to expect that Bu Fang would have such a skill.

“Keep shooting,” Bu Fang said lightly, and he gave Foxy another slap.

“Ah Da Da Da Da…” Foxy opened her mouth. Shafts of golden light thrust out of it, illuminating the dark passage, while one Soul Demon meatball after another shot out and devoured the Accursed Lich King, who was crawling up to his feet.

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The rumbling of explosions kept ringing out, and the whole passage was trembling. The next moment, the Accursed Lich King was turned into a pile of minced meat on the ground.

The flesh was wriggling, but it would take a long time for it to fully restore. And the time was enough for Bu Fang and his companions to break through the first pass.

Bu Fang held Foxy in his arms. The little fox’s mouth was spewing hot steam, and she burped.

“It’s not too difficult. Well, it’s actually quite easy…” Bu Fang said, rubbing Foxy’s head.

A stench wafted out of the Accursed Lich King’s shattered, rotted body. It mixed with the aroma from the explosion of the Soul Demon meatballs, turning into a very bizarre scent. It made Foxy sneeze.

The stooped old man did not know what to say. Back then, when he was braving this pass, he nearly lost his life. Bu Fang’s ease of passing it made him feel a little sad.

Holding Foxy in his arms, Bu Fang and his companions broke through the first pass.

The nobles who saw this through the image in the fighting pit were all struck dumb. They never knew the Death Pass could be broken through like that.

The Accursed Lich King was surrounded by curse power. No matter if it was a close-quarter fight or the approach of divine power, they would trigger the corrosive power. But…

Some nobles who bet that Bu Fang would fail immediately complained in annoyance. After the shock, they fixed their eyes on him again. They wanted to know how he would break through the second pass.

However, the corners of their mouths twitched as they seemed to have a bad feeling about it.

…

“Ah… Da Da Da Da Da!”

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Foxy opened her mouth and shot frantically. Hot steam rose from between her jaws, and the air was filled with smoke. In front of her, a huge, rotted crocodile was blown through by the meatballs.

Bu Fang gently pinched the little fox’s cheek. Casually, they stepped through the second pass. With Shrimpy perched atop its head and its mechanical eyes flashing, Whitey followed behind him, clanking with every step.

The so-called Death Pass seemed rather easy to break through.

The old man was speechless as he stared at Bu Fang’s back. ‘Is this considered cheating? It is… isn’t it?’

Foxy was jumping on Bu Fang’s shoulder. She seemed to be very excited and happy. She felt this was very… interesting.

“We’re at the third pass.” The old man suddenly became serious. He stared at Bu Fang with a hopeful look flickering in his eyes. “You must do as I say later… Or you won’t be able to break through! Back then, this is where I’ve made a wrong choice!” he said to Bu Fang.

Bu Fang turned his head and gave the old man a puzzled look.

The old man’s eyes were full of hope. He did not want to fail, for another failure might cost him another wait that would span tens of thousands of years. He was confident that they could break through the third pass because… He had the experience.

“We’ll see,” Bu Fang said, twitching his mouth.

They stepped into a dark cave, and the third pass finally appeared in front of them.

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Countess Xia Qiu never thought that Bu Fang would come to the third pass. But unfortunately, the third pass was the toughest one. The reason was simple: It was almost an impassable pass for chefs.

Suddenly, a sweet scent drifted into her nostrils. Countess Xia Qiu craned her head to look to her side. There, a gentle expression appeared on the noblewoman’s face.

“It’s been tens of thousands of years. That fellow’s fleshly body has already decayed into an old man… Yet he still hasn’t given up,” said the noblewoman.

Countess Xia Qiu did not say anything.

“Back then, I was the one who guided you back. This is such an interesting scene…” The noblewoman covered her mouth with a hand and chuckled, her whole body shaking.

Countess Xia Qiu frowned.

Smiling, the noblewoman turned her head. Her beautiful face emerged right in front of Countess Xia Qiu. “Little Xia Qiu, that old man is the lad I met when I went to fetch you. And when I went to fetch Nethery, I met this young chef who is braving the Death Pass. Don’t you find this… amusing?”

Countess Xia Qiu paused, then her pupils constricted.

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The passage of the third pass was very dark, so much so that Bu Fang could not see his hand even when he held it before his face. On top of that, his mental force could not spread.

He took a step forward. Suddenly, dots of ghostly green light slowly floated up, gathering in front of him like fireflies. It was a beautiful sight.

Soon, countless fireflies converged into a graceful and noble figure. Floating in midair, it emanated an unparalleled aura that was extremely terrifying.

“The Queen of Curses?!” Bu Fang furrowed his brows.

The stooped old man sucked in a cold breath when he saw the figure.

“Bu Fang, among the choices that will be presented to you later… you must not choose cooking! The Queen of Curses… hates chefs! You must not choose cooking…” the old man shouted. However, as soon as his voice rang out, he moved away in a flash as if he was taken out of Bu Fang’s world.

‘Hmm? I must not choose cooking?’ Bu Fang frowned.

The graceful, noble figure formed by the ghostly green light dots stared at Bu Fang and said slowly, “Brave warrior who dares to challenge the Death Pass, make your choice…”

As the voice faded, a bright light erupted, and two choices emerged in front of Bu Fang.