Chapter 1730 - It Takes Only One Slash To Kill (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

How could the marquises of District B let such a lawless chef run amok? In many people’s opinion, they should have taken action long ago. However, it was not too late to do that now.

On the hilt of that long, bloody knife stood a blood-haired woman. All those who saw her were shocked and horrified.

“It’s Marchioness Moti and her Blood Guard!”

I can’t believe it’s Marchioness Moti! This mad chef is dead!”

“She’s a crazy existence who single-handedly slaughtered an entire great universe!”

The nobles were so excited that they were somewhat incoherent. They all looked feverishly at the woman on the hilt of the knife, who was like a blazing flame that filled everyone in District B with hope. The countless Blood Guards were her sharper knife. Wherever this knife was pointed, everything would be annihilated.

In fact, each of the three marquises was very powerful. White-haired Bu Fang could clearly feel the pressure emanating from the red-haired woman, and it took him by surprise.

This woman’s fighting prowess was not weaker than Countess Xia Qiu’s, and her murderous aura was even stronger than the latter. Bu Fang was not too surprised. He knew that, sooner or later, he would encounter such an obstacle if he wanted to fight his way into District A. The Marchioness’s intervention was inevitable.

Marchioness Moti glanced at Bu Fang, then she kicked the hilt. The knife roared and jumped up. With a rumbling sound, the blade cut through the ground and created a deep trench. The ground of District B was incomparably solid, harder than the average star core, but her knife managed to cut through it like tofu.

“So, you’re the crazy chef who wants to start a war with Her Excellency Soul…”

Marchioness Moti grabbed the blood-colored knife with one hand. The blade was as wide as a palm, but its thickness was almost two fingers combined, giving it an unusual heaviness. The Blood Guards behind her, holding blood-colored knives, looked menacing as well. In fact, they were stronger than the rabble who attacked Bu Fang just now!

No one thought Bu Fang could win. The fact that he had defeated the person in charge of the fighting pit proved that he was a fierce fighter, but Marchioness Moti was far stronger than the crone. Each of the three marquises was super fearsome.

He could clearly sense that, too. Any of these marquises should have the strength of a perfected modern-day Heavengod, which was equivalent to the middle to late stage of a Chaotic Saint. And they had accumulated a tremendous amount of Chaotic Energy.

Even Bu Fang did not have the confidence to defeat them. But was he going to retreat? No. He couldn’t retreat. He had said that he was going to fight his way into District A, and he would keep fighting! So what if his opponent was a marquis?

“Howling, kill them all,” Bu Fang said indifferently, putting his hands behind his back in his spirit sea.

As his voice faded away, white-haired Bu Fang threw his head back and roared. “Marchioness? In my eyes, you’re just trash…” he said arrogantly. The next moment, he stomped his feet and rushed out in a flash.

“Has this chef gone crazy?!”

“He’s facing a marquis! What makes this chef think he can fight such a fearsome expert?”

“He’s simply courting death!”

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Marchioness Moti gave Bu Fang a cold glance and then took a step forward. Chaotic Energy flowed around her. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of him, slamming the back of her knife at his hands. In her mind’s eye, she could already see that the blow broke the chef’s hands, even though she only used the back of the knife.

Suddenly, she froze. She saw the chef’s hand turned a little, then darted up along the knife as if he was about to grab her neck and crush it. She shook her wrist. A tremendous force burst out of the knife and knocked him flying away.

White-haired Bu Fang fell in midair. He roared, then rushed at her again. At the same time, the white divine flame quickly covered his palm, turned into a tiger paw, and slapped toward Marchioness Moti.

“You really are an insolent chef. In that case, I’ll behead you and give it to Her Excellency Soul as a present,” Marchioness Moti said coldly. After saying that, she lifted her knife with both hands and brought it down hard.

The world seemed to darken at this moment, while a bloody glow blanketed everything as if to isolate them.

White-haired Bu Fang hovered in midair, squinting around. He found himself in a blood-colored realm. It was filled with powerful sword energy, and every wisp of the energy was strong enough to shatter the stars!

“No one can escape from my sword realm! I will kill you with just one slash,” said Marchioness Moti.

Boom!

In a flash, the realm brightened, and Bu Fang found himself surrounded by countless knives. For a moment, it seemed to him that he was facing death. He raised his hand and tried his best to resist.

After a rapid clanging sound, the countless knives disappeared. Bu Fang’s white hair became somewhat disheveled, and there was a gash on his cheek with blood oozing out of it.

“You are no more than a Saint of the Great Path. I really don’t know who gave you the courage.” Marchioness Moti sneered and shook her head. She could clearly sense Bu Fang’s strength. In her opinion, such strength was too weak.

Even though Bu Fang had increased his strength by some strange means, he was still fundamentally just a Saint of the Great Path. An existence of this level was far from enough to face a Chaotic Saint.

She waved her knife casually, and the blood-colored realm in the sky burst apart.

In the nobles’ shocked gazes, Marchioness Moti stood in midair with her knife over her shoulder, while Bu Fang flew backward and smashed into the ground, creating a large pit.

“Sure enough, the chef can’t continue to run amok as soon as the Marchioness makes a move. Their strength is simply not on the same level.”

Many people breathed a sigh of relief. They were really afraid that the chef would crush everyone in District B and make it to District A. If that happened, it would humiliate all the nobles of District B. Now, it seemed that the chef was still too weak to stand up against a marquis.