Chapter 1709 - Have a Bite of Bean Paste Bun (1/2)

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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As a chef, Bu Fang had absolute confidence in his dishes. Since those exiles did not want to eat it, he would eat it himself.

He reached out a hand and picked up a soft bun. White and delicate, it came in the shape of a little fox. Bu Fang had put a drop of honey on where its eyes should be, which glinted and made the bun look alive.

In the distance, Foxy, lying on Whitey’s shoulder, cried out. She widened her eyes and stared at the little fox in Bu Fang’s hand, which was as lifelike as if it were coming to life. She seemed a little confused.

Foxy looked carefully. She wanted to see if the big brother in Bu Fang’s hand was here to compete with her for favors. Suddenly, she froze, because Bu Fang held the bun and violently ripped it apart.

The skin of the torn bun was soft and fluffy like cotton and filled with holes, which were emanating wisps of hot steam. Shafts of colorful light shot out from the bun as well, flashing brilliantly.

Foxy was startled. She jumped, rolled, crawled on Whitey’s shoulder, and finally hugged its head, shivering in fear.

‘It’s so scary! That big brother who tries to compete with me for favors is ripped apart just like that! And he is eaten by Bu Fang… This world is so horrible! Are all good-looking foxes to be eaten?’

Foxy could not help but feel sad for her future. It seemed that she needed to keep her distance from Bu Fang.

Bu Fang grabbed the bun and took a deep breath. A strong scent of bean paste wafted out of it and burrowed into his nostrils. The feeling was wonderful.

Just from the scent alone, Bu Fang could already sense the vast amount of power contained in the bean paste. It contained the power of all kinds of Laws, even the power of Soul Demons. It was very peculiar.

‘So this is the power of the bean Niu Hansan was talking about?’ Bu Fang thought to himself. Then, he closed his eyes, shoved the bun into his mouth, and took a bite.

The first thing he bit into was the soft, fluffy skin. Made of divine wheat of the finest quality, not only was the skin fluffy and fragrance, but it also had a sweet taste and a silky smooth texture.

After that, he came to the bean paste. The colorful bean paste was sticky, but it did not attach to his teeth. When he bit into it, he felt a coarse texture like that of fine sand, and a sweet taste exploded in an instant. The sweetness was just right, flowing slowly through his heart like a stream.

Bu Fang enjoyed the taste. After taking a bite of the bun, he felt as if his whole being had been uplifted. A wave of invisible energy spun rapidly and moved inside him.

Suddenly, Bu Fang opened his eyes, lifted his hand, and gave the arm a look. The curse power, which was crawling on the arm, began to be slowly suppressed. The various energies contained in the bean paste were a great torment to the curse power.

Soon, the curse power was compressed into a corner and no longer moved. Bu Fang did not expect this. He could not believe that the bean paste buns actually had a suppressing effect on the curse power.

This was a pleasant surprise. Its discovery gave Bu Fang more confidence. Perhaps, this bean paste bun could find the breach in the hopeless situation and violently rip it into a huge opening!

He shoved the remaining bun into his mouth, chewed, swallowed. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

In the distance, the man clasped his hands behind his back as if he was looking down on the world. He had everything in his grasp, and he was bound to be victorious. The chef who fought against him would definitely lose. How could the latter win? With those strange buns?

The man sneered. Those exiles craved his food, and they would even die for it. What reason did they have to eat that bun? And what was so special about the bun that could attract them?

No one expected Bu Fang to win because it was not a fair fight from the start. The Queen’s purpose was to completely destroy this chef.

The cursed dragon on the man’s wooden cart kept climbing. It had broken through the mark of three hundred feet. If it continued to rise, Bu Fang would not have any possibility to win.

There were one thousand exiles, so the maximum height a cursed dragon could reach was one thousand feet. If any side reached five hundred feet first, then the competition was over.

It was simply impossible for Bu Fang to launch a desperate counterattack. In fact, he could not even get a wisp of curse power.

The nobles watching the image in the fighting pit were all sneering. Their only anticipation now was to witness the chef being defeated, banished by the Queen by having his soul extracted, and sealed up forever.

However, the chef seemed to be very calm—he was leisurely eating a bun. No one in Void City ate food because the Queen hated chefs. So these nobles had not had food in a long time.

In their opinion, only those disgusting bugs in District D would eat food. At their level, not eating anything would not cause any problem. Their power would not be affected even if they did not eat for tens of thousands of years.

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Bu Fang finished a bean paste bun. The feeling of satiety made him happy. Sometimes happiness was as simple as eating a bun or even drinking a glass of water.

His wooden cart was empty. None of the exiles came to him. They were all crowding around the man’s wooden cart, kneeling and licking like a bunch of mad dogs that had not been fed for countless years. Even the tiny drops of the dark cuisine that fell on the ground were fought by countless people.

However, perhaps overly crowded, some people did not get the dark cuisine. Their eyes were red as they crazily packed beneath the cart, and fights broke out between them.