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

With a shake of his hand, the dark cuisine in the black pot began to churn, and he ladled them into more porcelain bowls. Then, he threw the bowls at the crowd.

“Eat… Eat to your hearts’ content! Eat more and contribute more curse power!” the man shouted crazily. At last, there was a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Bu Fang was not anxious at all. He sat on the wooden cart, swinging his legs. Every now and then, he would casually wave his hand, and a bun would shoot out immediately.

Down below the cart were the exiles who could not wait to try the bean paste bun. The curse power in them was flushed out continuously and contributed to Bu Fang’s score. The pillar behind him rose higher and higher, and finally, it broke through the mark of four hundred feet!

At that moment, the man felt as if he was struck by lightning, and the nobles felt breathless, wondering if this chef was here to purposely slap them in the faces.

The man’s curse power was four hundred and sixty feet tall, while Bu Fang’s curse power reached four hundred feet. The gap between them was only sixty feet. There were only about two hundred and forty exiles who had not yet eaten food, and they were still choosing.

The stooped old man stared at the light screen in a daze. It was as if something had struck him inside. The feeling was difficult to put in words. Back then, he was defeated and powerless to fight back. But Bu Fang, who he pinned no hope to, was about to create a miracle!

“This…” The old man was filled with mixed emotions as he stared at Bu Fang in the image. The young man was still calm and expressionless. His face was filled with confidence, which came from his strength. Tens of thousands of years ago, the old man was just as confident.

“Maybe… He does have a chance to get into District C.”

…

Countess Xia Qiu began to breathe faster. Her hands, holding the railing, clenched hard, crushing the stone and causing tiny pieces of it to fall.

Perhaps… She could really see that man this time?!

For a moment, she was a little scared, and her heart leaped. She had forgotten how many years it had been since she last had this kind of emotion. She was a resolute, murderous Chaotic Saint, and her heart should not leap!

Nethery looked on nonchalantly. Her expression did not change at all.

The look of shock on the noblewoman’s face had disappeared, replaced by a smile. It was a strange smile.

…

A steaming bun was torn apart. Its sticky bean paste was shoved into an exile’s mouth, filling him with life force. The feeling was hard to put in words. It was too wonderful.

As Bu Fang looked at the exiles down below, who burst into tears of joy after eating his bean paste buns, he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction filling his heart.

‘These people have not given up on themselves…’ Bu Fang thought. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

All the while, he was sitting on the wooden cart. He did not glance over his shoulder at the curse power behind him, so he had no idea how tall it had reached. He did not need to know, however. All he needed was an outcome.

The man’s eyes seemed sunken. The pressure had turned his voice hoarse. He kept giving out the dark cuisine, filling every bowl to the brim. He wanted to keep these exiles.

“Dammit! Since when did I have to use tricks to keep these bugs…”

The curse power of the exiles was getting lesser and lesser, and the growth of Bu Fang’s curse power also became slower. However, the growth of the man’s curse power became even slower.

“Four hundred and eighty feet…” The man looked at his curse power, panting for breath.

“Come on! Don’t stop! Keep moving!” The nobles were shouting and cheering. The growth of the curse power would decide the fate of their bets.

Bu Fang, on the other hand, continued to give out buns with an indifferent face. Perhaps this was the highest level of showboating.

Suddenly, the man growled and punched the wooden cart, causing the dark cuisine to spill. His curse power stopped at the mark of four hundred and ninety feet. He just needed ten feet to reach five hundred feet.

And Bu Fang’s curse power had reached… four hundred and ninety feet as well! They were at the same height now! Over the two wooden carts, the two black cursed dragons roared as if to outshine one another. It was a shocking sight.

“Eat! You bugs… eat quickly! Don’t you guys love dark cuisine? Don’t you all want to eat it even on your knees? You can’t stop your healing! Eat now!” the man bellowed, holding the dark cuisine.

The crowd had thinned out in front of his wooden cart. There were only a few figures left. A skinny man walked up with trembling steps and took the bowl the man had shoved to him. The dark cuisine in the bowl churned as if something was wriggling inside.

The skinny exile glanced at the man, who was roaring savagely, then at Bu Fang, who was giving out buns in the distance with an expressionless face. For some reason, his heart, which had been dormant for countless years, suddenly grew hotter and hotter.

Holding the bowl filled with the dark cuisine, he glanced at the man. Suddenly, he rose to his feet. At that moment, his skinny figure looked as lofty and magnificent as a great mountain. He raised the bowl and then flung it to the ground with all his strength.

With bloodshot eyes and a flush creeping up his neck, he gave a roar. It was a shout that came from the depths of his soul.

“How dare you roar at me!” The man clenched his fists. He was so angry that he was about to go crazy.

The skinny exile kicked the bowl on the ground. Then, he threw his head back and walked with high spirits toward Bu Fang’s wooden cart.

At this very moment, the man could only hear the sound of shattering glass. “Those people have revolted…” His strength seemed to have been stripped away. He staggered back one step and slumped on the wooden cart.

Suddenly, he realized that for a chef, perhaps the only thing that mattered was the diners.

The skinny exile took the bean paste bun handed to him by Bu Fang and wolfed it down.

Rumble!

A sonorous dragon roar echoed out, and the cursed dragon over Bu Fang’s wooden cart broke through the height of five hundred feet!