Chapter 1750 - The Eighteen Hell Curry’s True Meaning (2/2)

This was the Eighteen Hell Curry!

Viscount Ash’s pretty face was red, and her sexy red lips had long since become swollen. She was too sensitive to spiciness. She even noticed that she could not feel her lips.

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Viscount Dao Lun had been trying to maintain his image. After his first spoonful of curry rice, however, he gave up and burst into tears.

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The spicy taste of the curry rice was overwhelming, but these participants persevered. The first spoonful had eliminated half of the participants; five of them had given up, and five were still struggling. Among them, three took their first sips of water. The only ones who did not drink water were Viscount Ash and Viscount Dao Lun.

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The nobles swallowed. This was too scary. Many of them did not see yesterday’s challenge, and today they finally witnessed the challenge of Eighteen Hell Curry. They were all shocked.

Master Zhen Yong felt a little dizzy, and his stomach was burning. He was old, so his ability to withstand the spiciness was not as good as the younger ones. However, he still persevered. He scooped up another spoonful of the curry rice. Looking at it, he felt as if he saw three spoons.

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He opened his mouth wide and put the spoon in. As he began to chew the rice, the spiciness burst out. His ears seemed to be spewing hot steam. Sitting in his chair, he straightened his back and looked as if he was about to leave the world at any moment.

Master Zhen Yong refrained from drinking water. With tears in his eyes, he took out the divine pill, stared at it, then clenched his fist and crushed it into powder. He began to have hallucinations. For a moment, he thought he saw a beautiful naked woman dancing in front of him.

Suddenly, his eyes rolled, and he fell to the ground, lying there motionlessly with a red face. He was knocked out by the spiciness.

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An uproar resounded through the crowd. Many alchemists held their heads in disbelief. How did that happen? Even a powerful man like Master Zhen Yong could not resist two spoonfuls of curry rice?

With Master Zhen Yong’s collapse, only three participants remained.

“It’s so spicy! It’s really too spicy!”

One participant took the fourth spoonful and began to shake violently. Finally, he could not bear it anymore. He picked up the glass and downed the water in one gulp. This was his second sip, which meant that he was eliminated.

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However, before Bu Fang could announce his elimination, the participant fell forward and dunked his face into the curry rice. The corner of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched, and his heart skipped a beat.

‘Ouch! My face hurts just from looking at it. This guy is going to heaven…’

Sure enough, accompanied by a ghostly howl, the Saint of the Great Path fled the scene, crawling and rolling. ‘This is not a challenge! This is murder!’ he screamed in his mind.

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The table was a mess, but two participants remained. Bu Fang was slightly surprised that the two participants were able to withstand the heat of the Eighteen Hell Curry.

Viscount Dao Lun’s face was twisted, his lips swollen like a sausage. Viscount Ash looked a little better than him, but she too was disheveled, and her pretty face had long since become twisted.

“Owner Bu… can we try it too?” asked several nobles who were keen to try new things.

Bu Fang paused. He nodded, filled a bowl with the curry rice, and handed it to them. “Feel free to taste it,” he said.

The nobles’ eyes lit up. They each grabbed a spoon. Many people gathered around them, staring at the curry rice with wide eyes. The flowing crimson curry made these people swallow. It did not really smell very spicy, but…

The nobles looked at each other, then scooped up some rice and put the spoons in their mouths. The projection array zoomed in to capture their expressions.

Like the participants, they stiffened. The next moment, their expressions changed a dozen times before they all crouched on the ground with their heads in their hands, weeping bitterly. There was despair in their howling voices that brought tears and sadness to the others.

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They regretted it instantly. What they did was no different from courting death! They should not be so curious!

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The scene made all the experts who gathered before the projection arrays in other districts sucked in cold air.

“What a terrifying dark cuisine!”

Viscount Dao Lun had gone mad! After downing a second gulp of icy water, he tore off his clothes and ran away naked. In that instant, many noblewomen screamed!

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Now that Viscount Dao Lun had run away, there was only one participant left. Viscount Ash was still holding on. Her cheeks were flushed, and her red lips were swollen, looking sexy. Countless people were attracted by her look now. She stuffed the curry rice into her mouth spoon after spoon and even stuck out her tongue to lick the rice grains from her lips.

Bu Fang gasped. ‘This woman is so… strong!’

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As the curry rice gradually dwindled, Viscount Ash’s aura began to climb rapidly, and rings of air kept erupting out of her body. She was breaking through!

This scene was even more shocking! A dish could help someone break through? Something that no amount of divine pills could achieve was actually done by a dish?!

“Oh!”

Viscount Ash’s eyes were misty. She ate another spoonful of curry rice and then squeezed her legs together. Sweat beaded her forehead. ‘The soothing feeling in the spiciness might be the essence of this curry rice…’ she thought to herself.

Rumble!

Suddenly, her aura seemed to break through a shackle. The eyes of many people went wide as they found only three spoonfuls of curry rice were left in her bowl! At this point, she began to gasp violently. There were beads of sweat hanging from her neck, chin, and nose. All the nobles were watching her.

Could Viscount Ash survive this super spicy Eighteen Curry Hell challenge?!