Chapter 1710 - Turn the Tide! (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The miracle did… begin.

The nobles laughing in the fighting pit no longer laughed. Rather, they stared at the image in shock and disbelief.

“This cannot be…”

“Those bugs are going to… defy heaven!”

“What a familiar situation… Are our bets going to… leave us again?!”

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A few nobles gritted their teeth. The familiar feeling that hit them in the faces nearly knocked them off their feet.

Countess Xia Qiu’s pupils constricted. Although deep in her heart, she hoped that Bu Fang would not repeat that man’s footsteps—she never thought that he could do this.

‘Is this chef going to complete the feat that no one had achieved for countless years? Perhaps… there really is hope? But… this should be something impossible…’

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The curses of Void City were everywhere. What had been torturing these exiles were the curses from the Queen of Curses. Except for dark cuisine, nothing could suppress the torture and pain brought by those curses.

Would these exiles, who had been tortured by the curses for countless years, give up the cure just to satisfy their appetite? Therefore, no chefs could defeat this dark cuisine.

…

The exiles kept slamming at the wooden cart, causing it to creak. One of them, who was dirty and skinny, pulled the exile who had eaten Bu Fang’s bun to his feet. The curse power on the exile’s arm was suppressed and almost disappeared.

“This is… real!”

At that moment, an uproar broke out among the exiles. It turned out that apart from the dark cuisine, there was another cuisine that could stop the curses in them. How could this not drive them crazy?

As if their doubts were solved, the exiles raised their heads and stared at Bu Fang with bright eyes filled with desire.

“Don’t push. One at a time,” Bu Fang said. The next moment, he raised his hand and kept flicking his finger. One bean paste bun after another shot out from the wooden cart, turned into light streams, and plunged into the crowd.

A commotion broke out in the crowd as the exiles fought for the buns. Those who got the buns impatiently shoved them into their mouths.

One exile got the bun, then the second one… As they began to eat the buns, their eyes became wet. They chewed crazily and felt a warm stream flow through them. It was as if their bodies had been cleansed and baptized. It was a wonderful feeling.

In fact, not all exiles chose Bu Fang. After all, the habits of countless years could not be changed in a day. There were about one hundred people who chose him. Most of them were people with weaker strength and could not get the dark cuisine.

However, after these exiles ate the buns, they felt their hearts and bodies almost melt. The curse power in them kept being washed away.

Bu Fang put his hands behind his back and watched with an indifferent face. He had expected this all along. His dishes could suppress the power of curses, and this had been reflected in Nethery’s case. In fact, these exiles’ curses were much easier to get rid of than that of Nethery.

The man stood on his wooden cart, facing Bu Fang. He was very confident because he was about to win. He was surprised that Bu Fang had snatched some curse power from him, but it did not matter because his curse power had reached the mark of three hundred and ninety feet, very close to five hundred feet.

On the other hand, the curse power on Bu Fang’s wooden cart had merely reached one hundred feet. The gap between them was too large. The miracle did appear, but it could not change the ending.

Suddenly, the man furrowed his brows. He seemed to notice something unusual. In front of Bu Fang’s wooden cart, the people who had eaten the bean paste buns all rose to their feet voluntarily and ran toward him.

“Hmm… Are they coming back? What should come back will eventually come back…” The man smiled.

The scene made many people laugh as well. The nobles, who were starting to get low-spirited, broke out into an uproar again.

“Yes! You all belong to the dark cuisine!”

“You lowly bugs are only worthy of disgusting cuisines! Hahaha!”

The nobles’ roars seemed to hasten the pace of the exiles. They ran, rushing into the crowd in front of the man’s wooden cart.

Suddenly, the faces of all the nobles froze, and the man’s confident smile also froze on his face. What happened next smashed him in the chest like a hammer, suffocating him.

The exiles who returned from Bu Fang’s wooden cart pulled up the exiles in front of the man’s cart and whispered something to them. Then, the exiles who had firmly chosen the man’s dark cuisine changed their direction and rushed crazily toward Bu Fang’s cart.

For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. The nobles no longer spoke, and they looked defeated.

“I…” One of them opened his mouth. He seemed to have seen the scene of his bets flying away.

“Don’t worry! That chef cannot make it! Look at their curse powers!” Someone bellowed, which sounded like the last struggle.

The man’s curse power continued to climb. Of course, it was much slower now. It had reached four hundred and twenty feet. But that was not the end. It continued to rise.

As for Bu Fang’s wooden cart, after the initial silence, its curse power skyrocketed. One hundred feet, two hundred feet, three hundred feet… In just a flash, it had rushed to three hundred feet, closing in on the man’s record!

A tremendous amount of pressure enveloped the man in an instant! “Dammit! How is this possible!” he growled.