1252 White Tiger, I Choose You!

‘Can Owner Bu not escape bad luck after all? Yi Zhu is a Little Saint from the Vajra Realm, and his strength is naturally extraordinary. Owner Bu may be killed this time…’

It was difficult to make up the gap between a Little Saint and a half-step Saint, and the main difference between them lay in their understanding of the Will of the Great Path.

Many people knew that Yi Zhu had arranged the match. The opponents in the individual matches were decided by a strict and impartial selection array provided by Nether Prison. Generally speaking, it was impossible for contestants below the Little Saint level to meet Little Saints unless they were very unlucky. Normally, the strength of their opponents would be at the same level. For example, the opponent of a half-step Saint would usually be a half-step Saint. Cross-level matches like this didn’t usually happen.

However, the organizers weren’t so strict in their management this time, so it was not impossible for contestants to swap places. Moreover, the organizers acquiesced in this matter. This tournament was a cruel knockout compet.i.tion, after all, and anyone weaker would be eliminated.

That was the purpose of the tournament.

“Owner Bu… why don’t you withdraw from the compet.i.tion?”

“Yes! Your opponent is a Little Saint… If you fight him, you’ll probably get killed. If you’re dead, no one will cook us delicious food.”

“I don’t want you to go… The Vajra Realm is deliberately targeting you. You’d better withdraw from the compet.i.tion.”

Before Bu Fang could speak, a group of customers in front of him had already spoken, urging him not to go. Although he showed great strength in both the team and individual compet.i.tions, and had even defeated a Vajra Realm half-step Saint, this time was different. His opponent in this match was a real Little Saint, one from the Vajra Realm! A real Little Saint who specialized in cultivating the fleshly body and wanted to attain the Great Dao with flesh could easily turn rivers and seas upside down and level mountains with just one punch! This kind of pure physical strength was incomparable, and no half-step Saint could withstand it.

Mo Yan, Zhu Yan, and the others looked worried. Although they had come to trust Bu Fang, they were still nervous. After all, he was not facing a half-step Saint this time, but a real Little Saint! In the whole Immortal Cooking Realm, only Realm Lord Di Tai had broken through to the realm of Little Saint, and he was already the realm’s top fighting force. If they remembered correctly, this was Bu Fant’s first encounter with a Little Saint in the tournament.

“It’s fine…” Bu Fang said lightly. He then scooped out the soup from the wok, poured it into a bowl, and then handed the bowl to the customer in front of him.

The customer took the bowl and stared blankly at him. At that moment, Nethery came running with Foxy, her eyes sparkling. “Bu Fang, I’ll keep an eye on the stall for you,” she said seriously as she approached.

The customers in front of the stall all stared at Bu Fang and Nethery with red eyes. They kept shaking their heads, hoping that Bu Fang would not let this woman take care of the stall again. Otherwise, they would have nothing left to eat.

“No need. Judging by the time, today’s compet.i.tion is coming to an end. Let’s call it a day.” Bu Fang reached out his hand, rubbed Nethery’s gray-green hair, then gave Foxy’s nose a tap with his finger.

The little fox reached out her two front paws and rubbed her nose.

The customers in front of the stall immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

“All right, Owner Bu, you go and fight the next match.”

“Yes! It doesn’t matter if you lose. Just remember to save your life.”

“I hope we can continue to eat Owner Bu’s delicious food tomorrow.”

The customers suddenly became a little sad, and for a moment, a sorrowful atmosphere hung in the air. Bu Fang was somewhat confused by them. He twitched the corners of his mouth, waved his hand, and put away the wooden stall. “Please look forward to tomorrow’s cuisine.” With that, he clasped his hands behind his back and strode off to Arena One. There, Yi Zhu and Commander Mo Yuan had been waiting for him for some time.

Nethery paused for a moment, then followed Bu Fang with Foxy. Once again, the group of foodies rushed toward Arena One.

As Commander Mo Yuan’s voice resounded through the square, everyone’s eyes were focused on Arena One.

This was a cross-level match, with a half-step Saint against a Little Saint. It was the first cross-level battle in the individual compet.i.tion so far, so many people were curious and expectant. Moreover, the contestants were not just anybody. The Little Saint from the Vajra Realm, Yi Zhu, had unparalleled fighting strength. He specialized in cultivating the flesh, so even ordinary Little Saints dared not be approached by him. After all, the Vajra Realm experts were physically strong enough to kill their opponents with their chest muscles. The difference in physical strength contributed to the difference in overall strength.

On the other hand, Bu Fang, the chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm, had surprised and appalled everyone since his appearance. He was a chef who was good at creating miracles.

Tap, tap, tap…

The sound of footsteps rang through the air. With his hand clasped behind his back, Bu Fang calmly stepped into the arena, his Vermilion Chef Robe fluttering with his movements. It was almost dusk. The setting sun shone on the arena, making it look as if it was enveloped in flames. Bu Fang’s figure was obscured by the red glow, giving him a touch of mystery.

Many people stared at the arena in amazement.

Commander Mo Yuan was in the middle of the arena, and Yi Zhu was on the other side. A grim expression came over his face when he saw Bu Fang. He smashed his fists together and shook the air in front of him. “Here you are at last! I can’t wait to tear you to pieces, little lizard!” said Yi Zhu coldly, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng red. Before the match had even started, his aura began to soar.

The whole audience felt that their breathing became a little difficult. The aura of a Little Saint was so fearsome and terrible that their minds trembled under the oppression.

‘Can this little chef survive such a violent and mighty Little Saint?!’

…

Everyone in the Immortal Cooking Realm was looking at the light screen with concern. They had unreserved confidence in Bu Fang, but when they saw him facing such a formidable opponent, they still wavered.

“That is a Little Saint… a real Little Saint!”

“Can the Great Demon King win? How could a half-step Saint stand up against a Little Saint?”

“Great Demon King, you mustn’t die!”

The people in the Immortal Cooking Realm clenched their fists and looked worried. Meng Qi was quite calm, though. She had witnessed with her own eyes the scenes of Bu Fang fighting the Abyss’s Judges, so she knew very well that he was not defenseless against a Little Saint. Perhaps, this time, everyone would be shocked by him again.

‘It’s Owner Bu’s miracle hour again…’

“Death is allowed in the Tournament of the Great Path.” Looking at Bu Fang and Yi Zhu, Commander Mo Yuan asked in a faint tone, “Are you ready?”

Glances were thrown at the two contestants from all around. The match had attracted the attention of more people. After all, one of the contestants was a Little Saint from the Vajra Realm. Vajra Realm experts were opponents that many people fear, so it was only natural that they should pay more attention.

As soon as Commander Mo Yuan said that, he disappeared from where he was standing, leaving the arena to Bu Fang and Yi Zhu.

Yi Zhu stared coldly at Bu Fang and said, “I’ve told you that I’ll crush every bone in your body!”

With a cracking sound, the ground under his feet suddenly shattered, apparently unable to bear the pressure emanating from his body. These arenas had been specially strengthened. They were so tough that they could withstand the battles of ordinary Little Saints. Without a doubt, Yi Zhu’s fighting capacity was much stronger than that of a One-revolution Little Saint, and that was mainly contributed by his physical strength.

Suddenly, Bu Fang’s pupils constricted as he saw Yi Zhu’s body turn into a streak of golden light and appear in front of him in a flash.

“I’m going to swat you like a little lizard!” Yi Zhu’s eyes were wide as copper bells. His arms were outstretched, and he brought both his palms together as hard as he could. He was going to kill Bu Fang with a slap!

Pak!

A slapping sound rang out, and the whole void in the arena was shaking. Bu Fang’s body fell back, and in an instant, he was free of Yi Zhu’s aura.

“Trying to escape from me?” Yi Zhu twitched his mouth in disdain. With a turn of his palm, veins stood out one by one all over his body, while a plume of mighty energy burst out from him, as terrible as cras.h.i.+ng waves.

At this moment, the whole arena seemed to be shrouded in his energy.

“So… strong…”

“The Vajra Realm Little Saint lives up to his name!”

“This energy is as scary as that of a legendary monster!”

The audience broke out in an uproar, shocked as they watched Bu Fang take the brunt of Yi Zhu’s power directly.

Rumble!

Yi Zhu slapped his palm on the arena. The ground immediately exploded, and rubble flew in all directions. Even then, he swept out a hand, and all the rubble turned and flew like shooting stars toward Bu Fang.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With an expressionless face, Bu Fang kept moving like a phantom, avoiding all attacks. Although the ground had burst open, he was unharmed. He clasped his hands behind his back and looked relaxed.

“Not bad for a little lizard like you! Let’s see how long you can hold out!” Yi Zhu let out a roar. The next moment, he ran toward Bu Fang like a monster, stepping on the void. The void twisted with every step he took.

Bu Fang’s pupils constricted as he saw Yi Zhu appear in front of him.

“This punch is for San Zhu!”

The void was constantly cracking. Yi Zhu’s eyes went wide as he threw a mighty punch. He was going to kill Bu Fang completely with this blow.

An uproar swept across the crowd outside the arena.

“What a terrible punch! The little chef is dead!”

“He simply can’t defend against it! Their strength is not on the same level. How can he resist it?”

“It’s over… The Little Saint is getting serious. The little chef is going to die.”

The audience gasped as they watched Yi Zhu force Bu Fang into a tight corner with the punch.

A tight corner?

Bu Fang twitched the corners of his mouth. He was just too lazy to dodge anymore. Yi Zhu’s physical strength was indeed very strong, stronger than his strength after unleas.h.i.+ng the Yin and Yang Taotie Arm, However, it was not stronger than he imagined.

Bu Fang didn’t use his Taotie Arm. He simply raised his palm in front of him with a relaxed look. The next moment, Yi Zhu’s fist landed hard in the palm with a bang, but the mighty punch didn’t even cause a ripple. At the same time, a red light flashed over Bu Fang’s body. His striped red-and-white Vermilion Chef Robe had completely turned fiery scarlet—the invincibility of the robe had helped him block the blow.

“What?!” Yi Zhu’s pupils constricted, his face filled with disbelief. “How is this possible?!” He had no idea why the little chef could block his punch so easily.

The next moment, the look in Bu Fang’s eyes changed. A storm was set off in Bu Fang’s spirit sea!

“Little Host, let Nicholas the Handsome Dragon out quickly! I can kill him with just a roar!” The Golden Divine Dragon kept growling. He couldn’t wait to go out and fight.

“You should let Mulberry out. I’ll make him feel what despair is!” cried the Vermilion Bird with wide eyes.

The Black Turtle was hovering lazily on one side, motionless, while the White Tiger lay proudly on the other side and gave a snort.

Buzz…

Bu Fang appeared in his spirit sea. To defeat this Little Saint, his only means was the Peris.h.i.+ng Pot. However, he didn’t want to use it now, so he had only one option left, and that was… the Spirit Possession.

After glancing at the Golden Divine Dragon and the Vermilion Bird, who were eager to try, he turned to the Black Turtle. When he saw the green color of the turtle, the corners of his mouth twitched. ‘If I was possessed by the Black Turtle, would my hair turn green? I think I’d better choose the other…’

His eyes finally rested on the White Tiger lying proudly on one side.

The White Tiger’s hair bristled as he looked up at Bu Fang. “What do you want?”

“Very well, I choose you. It’s time to go out for some fun,” said Bu Fang.

As soon as he finished speaking, a mighty tiger roar rang through his spirit sea!