Chapter 1248 Bu Fang“s First Individual Match

Now, it was his turn to fight again. This time, however, it was not a team compet.i.tion but an individual match, and his opponent was not a contestant from a third-cla.s.s small world like the Blackwind Continent but an expert from the Vajra Realm, a first-cla.s.s small world.

The cla.s.sification of small worlds was recently proposed with the holding of the Netherworld’s Tournament of the Great Path. They were divided into third-cla.s.s, second-cla.s.s, and first-cla.s.s. There was also a sub-cla.s.s in the first-cla.s.s small worlds, which was called the overlord-cla.s.s.

The Blackwind Continent didn’t have a Little Saint, so it was just a third-cla.s.s small world. The Immortal Cooking Realm was also rated as third-cla.s.s. It was originally ranked at the bottom, but because of Bu Fang’s appearance, it went up the ranks. Even so, it still didn’t reach the standard of a second-cla.s.s small world. After all, small worlds without Little Saints were all rated as third-cla.s.s.

There must be at least three Little Saints in a small world for it to be rated as a first-cla.s.s small world. Such worlds included the Vajra Realm, the West Little Buddhism Realm, Winged Man Valley, and the Wandering Soul Realm.

There was only one overload-cla.s.s small world, and that was Nether Prison. It was so strong that it had to be in a separate cla.s.s, and it didn’t even have to partic.i.p.ate in the preliminary round of the team compet.i.tion.

The fact that Bu Fang was a half-step Saint surprised everyone. However, he was only a half-step Saint, and a half-step Saint was not considered very strong. Even so, he was the Immortal Cooking Realm’s only hope. However, this hope might soon be destroyed. The Vajra Realm was eyeing him, and so was the Abyss. The consequences of being targeted by two of such fearsome small worlds would be terrible, unless he withdrew himself from the match.

“Bu Fang… Why don’t we just give up?” Mo Yan was shaking all over. Instead of calling him the Great Demon King, she called him by his name because she was worried that he would not listen to her. After all, the Vajra Realm expert was up to no good. If his bones were crushed as well, the Immortal Cooking Realm would really become the laughing stock of all small worlds.

Fang Yu gritted his teeth and wanted to say something too, but before he could open his mouth, Xuanyuan Xiahui stopped him. “Why?” He gave the latter a puzzled look.

“You must trust Owner Bu… The Vajra Realm contestants will pay for what they have done,” Xuanyuan Xiahui said coldly. He saw Zhu Yan’s miserable look. Although he didn’t like this arrogant guy very much, they had come here together, and that made them teammates. When he saw one of his teammates being bullied, there was a fit of unspeakable anger surging in his chest.

“But…” Fang Yu opened his mouth and wanted to say something else.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know what to do,” Bu Fang said in a faint voice, glancing at Fang Yu. Then, he turned around and looked at the puzzled customers who were holding bowls. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry, but I have to pause again. I’ll be back after fighting the match. It’ll be quick this time.”

All the customers quickly nodded. Bu Fang was the chef, so he had the say. Even if they didn’t let him go, would he listen to them? Definitely not. Moreover, they also wanted to see if he could create another miracle this time. A comeback was always the most exciting.

“Amitabha! Owner Bu, just go ahead and fight your opponent. This poor monk will give you spiritual encouragement,” Fa Wu said kindly.

Bu Fang glanced at him. ‘This meat-eating monk hasn’t wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth…’

“Nethery, watch the stall for me. I’ll be right back.”

Nethery’s eyes lit up. Let her watch the stall? She quickly nodded and said, “Alright. Leave it to me.”

Xuanyuan Xiahui paused. ‘Owner Bu doesn’t need me to take care of the stall for him this time?’ When he thought again, he understood the reason. After all, today’s dish was only a little hotpot, so it wouldn’t be a problem for the chef to leave for a while. He also wanted to see Bu Fang’s fighting strength.

“You two take good care of him.” After glancing at Fang Yu and Mo Yan, Bu Fang flipped his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and walked toward the arena.

As soon as he stepped forward, the crowd began to move. He was followed by a group of people, all holding bowls and eating boiled s.h.i.+sh kebabs. The steam from their soup rose into the sky to form something that looked like a dark cloud.

The Earth Prison expert in charge of the broadcast took a deep breath. He was astonished by the sight. ‘Dammit, if people who don’t know anything were to see this, they would definitely think that this is some Nether Prison big shot, but it turns out he’s only a half-step Saint from a third-cla.s.s small world… I have to admit, though, this chef looks very das.h.i.+ng!’

With his hands clasped behind his back, Bu Fang walked toward arena number three.

The people around the arena were startled to see Bu Fang and the group of people behind him approaching, while Commander Mo Yuan, who was standing in the arena, twitched the corners of his mouth. ‘Did the chef bring a bunch of foodies to support him?’

The captain of the Vajra Realm team flew into a rage when he saw the group of foodies. He was the one who was severely beaten by the crowd yesterday. When he saw them, he immediately recalled what happened to him. “Dammit! San Zhu, kill this guy for me! Break all his bones inch by inch! Let’s see if he’ll still be so arrogant after that!” he roared at the top of his lungs.

Behind Bu Fang, the group of foodies turned their gaze to the Vajra Realm captain. They then took a piece of s.h.i.+sh kebab from their bowls, stuffed it into their mouths, and began to chew. That sent a s.h.i.+ver through the captain, and he covered his chest warily.

Bu Fang exhaled softly and walked slowly into the arena. Commander Mo Yuan was already standing in the middle, and on his side stood another Vajra Realm expert, San Zhu.

San Zhu wasn’t very strong. Still, he had the cultivation base of a peak half-step Saint, and he was ready to break through at any time. All experts in the Vajra Realm devoted themselves to the cultivation of their flesh, so his physical body was as tough as a rock. When he stood in the arena with a height of two-and-a-half meters, he looked like a giant. His muscles were constantly twitching, while his chest muscles looked very bulky.

“Here you are at last… I don’t mind telling you, but I spent a lot of money to swap places with your original opponent!” San Zhu’s lips curled into a hideous grin.

Commander Mo Yuan glanced at San Zhu. Although this behavior was not allowed, he and the other referees were too lazy to dig into it. After all, this was a cruel compet.i.tion, and as it progressed, it would only get crueler!

San Zhu’s eyes sparkled with excitement. The muscles on his back twitched suddenly as a mighty aura exploded out of him. At the same time, a plume of energy rose from his body, making him look like a furnace with flames roaring in it.

“Prepare to die! Soon you’ll be as miserable as your teammate!” San Zhu burst out laughing, his eyes filled with monstrous killing intent.

…

In the Immortal Cooking Realm, everyone who heard San Zhu’s words was filled with indignation and outrage.

“Great Demon King! Kill him!”

“This guy is too arrogant! Does he really think there are no experts in the Immortal Cooking Realm?!”

“AHH! I wish I could fight him myself!”

The Immortal Cooking Realm experts clenched their fists and wished they could fight San Zhu in the arena! The Vajra Realm contestant was too arrogant!

…

In the Vajra Realm, it was a different scene.

“Kill this piece of c.r.a.p! He’s just a little lizard from a third-cla.s.s small world!”

“Use your big chest muscles to clamp this pretty boy’s face! Kill him, San Zhu!”

“The Vajra Realm is invincible!”

The Vajra Realm experts were all howling, full of excitement as their eyes fixed on the light screen.

…

At this moment, a strong smell of gunpowder spread through the light screens between the two small worlds. Even then, many people were paying attention to this match. There were far more people around arena number three than the other arenas, and a lot of people who were watching the other matches had started to gather around it.

The Abyss experts, clad in black robes, fixed their eyes on Bu Fang. On the other side, several experts, pale and smelling of death, were also staring at the arena. They were the contestants from the Wandering Soul Realm. The experts of Winged Man Valley, who wore white masks and white robes with their wings folded up behind them, were also watching the match. The contestants of Earth Prison were also watching. The monks from the West Little Buddhism Realm had a bowl of s.h.i.+sh kebabs in their hands, eating while watching.

Commander Mo Yuan looked at Bu Fang, then at San Zhu. “Are you two ready? Let me remind you once again that death is allowed in this compet.i.tion. Good, the individual match begins now!”

As soon as he said that, Mo Yuan’s figure turned into a beam of light and disappeared from where he was standing. He left the arena to Bu Fang and San Zhu!

“It’s starting…”

Everyone looked nervously and excitedly at the two contestants in the arena.

Could this Immortal Cooking Realm chef who did wonders yesterday create another miracle today, when his opponent this time was a half-step Saint from the Vajra Realm, a first-cla.s.s small world?

“My fists can’t wait to kiss your face!” The moment Commander Mo Yuan disappeared, San Zhu’s aura changed, while wisps of golden light appeared and swirled around him. Suddenly, the ground crumbled with a loud boom, and his body shot toward Bu Fang like a flash of light. As he drew nearer, he raised his fist surrounded in wisps of golden energy, each weighing more than ten thousand catties.

“Die!”

He threw his fist out at Bu Fang. The void seemed about to collapse, and a gust of strong wind filled the arena. The pressure brought by a two-and-a-half-meters-tall man rus.h.i.+ng at Bu Fang was enormous.

In the crowd, Mo Yan and Fang Yu supported the sickly-looking Zhu Yan and watched the match with pale faces.

The Vajra Realm contestant was really fearsome! That was how Zhu Yan was beaten. Could the Great Demon King withstand such an attack?

At this moment, everyone held their breath and fixed their eyes on the battle in the arena.

Rumble!

With a loud noise, a ripple of blasts spread out, kicking up a gust of wind. The roar in the arena came to an abrupt end. Everyone’s pupils constricted as they stared incredulously at the arena.

San Zhu’s punch was blocked.

Bu Fang’s Vermilion Chef Robe fluttered slightly. He had lifted his bandaged arm and held San Zhu’s huge fist in his hand, stopping it from moving closer.

San Zhu took a deep breath, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“You…”

He wanted to say something, but he was immediately interrupted by Bu Fang.

“Were you the one who crushed all of Zhu Yan’s bones?” Bu Fang asked without expression.

San Zhu froze. “Not me! But I’m going to break all your bones! I’ll beat you into a dead dog! Your paralyzed face really annoys me!”

The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched slightly. ‘When did my paralyzed face offend you?’

“Oh, then I mistook you for someone else. Still, you are as big-breasted and brainless as he is.” As soon as Bu Fang said that, his aura soared, and his divine will exploded, slamming into San Zhu’s body.

San Zhu’s eyes went wide as he let out a roar. “These are not b.r.e.a.s.t.s! These are chest muscles!” Suddenly, a golden light exploded from him, and his aura rose, making him look like a monster who had gone berserk!