The tens of thousands of spectators were angry, but the outcome of the battle left them speechless. The result was much beyond their expectation.
In just one battle, four of the geniuses from the Nether Prison’s second-best team died, while the remaining one narrowly survived because he threw in the towel in time and was saved by the referee. If he didn’t do it in time, it was very likely that the chef’s fist would have killed him.
It had always been the Nether Prison teams who wiped out the other teams. The Nether Prison geniuses had never been bullied by others like this!
This caused the pent-up anger of Nether Prison experts to erupt completely.
Worst of all, this guy was looking down on everyone present with his arrogant words!
None of them could fight?
He was too wild!
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In the Immortal Cooking Ream, all the people watching the match through the light screen were cheering excitedly.
“The Great Demon King is as formidable as ever, even when he’s facing Nether Prison geniuses!”
“He shows no sign of weakness at all and fights without hesitation!”
“Look, he’s got the Nether Prison genius on his knees begging for mercy… I’m so proud of him!”
Meanwhile, when the Earth Prison experts saw the crushing defeat of Nether Prison’s geniuses, they felt extremely excited and joyful. All the Earth Prison contestants died tragically in the hands of the Nether Prison’s second-best team. Now, it was as if Bu Fang had avenged them, which naturally filled their hearts with joy.
…
With a buzzing sound, Bu Fang’s white hair turned black, and his eyes returned to their normal appearance. He drew back his fist and looked at the referee, his face indifferent.
The White Tiger was very violent. Almost every time he attacked, he used lethal means. Bu Fang himself would have been strong enough to deal with these experts. After all, he had the Explosive Meatballs and Divine Sealing Dumplings, so he could defeat his opponents without a problem.
However, he still let the White Tiger out. To put it bluntly, he was just too lazy to do it himself. The White Tiger, he thought, would finish the battle more cleanly and faster than himself.
“The winner of this match is the Immortal Cooking Realm.” The Nether Prison referee announced the result through clenched teeth, his eyes fixed on Bu Fang with unmatched fierceness.
Suddenly, Bu Fang seemed to feel something. He threw his head back, and his eyes looked through the void to meet with a pair of eyes filled with immense terror and pressure. They belonged to the Great Saint who was guarding the coliseum in the sky.
‘He’s dissatisfied with my unscrupulous behavior, isn’t he?’
The corner of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched, but he just withdrew his gaze with an indifferent expression.
Zhu Yan and the other experts from the Immortal Cooking Realm almost danced with excitement. They didn’t know how to express their feelings now. It never occurred to them that Bu Fang would be so fearsome. Even though he was facing the Nether Prison experts, he was as fearless and formidable as ever and had even won their first match easily.
They returned to the resting room in high spirits.
The match was the last of the day. Tens of thousands of spectators left the coliseum. Some were wailing and even growling because they had lost a lot of money due to the result of the match. Some people had bet their entire wealth on the Nether Prison team, but the outcome had broken their hearts.
The winner was the Immortal Cooking Realm team that no one thought would win. The unexpected outcome left the audience angry and frustrated.
Night soon fell. The next day would be the final match of the team competition. Everyone had expected that it would be fought between the two teams of Nether Prison, but in the end, a dark horse emerged.
The Immortal Cooking Realm, a small world that had been in decline for countless years, had once again caught everyone’s eyes.
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Bu Fang and his companions returned to the inn. Zhu Yan and the others were very excited, which kept them awake. In fact, at their level, sleep was not that necessary.
Bu Fang went back to his room, sat down cross-legged, and began to cultivate his mental force.
He had exchanged the metal force cultivation technique from the System. Its first stage was the divine perception, the second was a divine will, and the last was divine sense. Different levels had different powers. For example, the divine perception could sense all changes around him, but the divine will could sense the smallest detail.
According to his calculation, it would take him a long time to reach the level of divine sense. After all, he had just condensed his divine will, and he got a lot of sharpening to do if he wanted to master it.
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Several grim-faced figures were sitting in a private room in the Tianxiang Restaurant.
Glancing at the people around him, Lu Yu took a deep breath.
“Lu Yu, you called us here to discuss the strategy for tomorrow?” A young man chuckled as he looked at Lu Yu and shook his head. “We’re not the same as those guys in the second-best team. Their defeat today is indeed unexpected, but if it were any of us, we could also easily defeat them. Although they’re the second-best team, they’re not too strong,” the young man said with a faint smile.
Lu Yu looked at the young man and shook his head. “Ba Wu, you are not Ba Juetian. You are not qualified to be so arrogant…”
His words made the young man’s expression suddenly change.
Ba Juetian was one of the three Kings, a genius from the younger generation of the Tyrant Clan. He was as strong as Lu Ban.
Although Ba Wu was also a genius from the Tyrant Clan, he was weaker than Ba Juetian.
“The three Kings will not participate in tomorrow’s match, so we must make sure that nothing goes wrong. If we fail, we’ll bring shame to the whole Nether Prison!” Lu Yu said.
“He’s just a boy from the Immortal Cooking Realm,” said Ba Wu coldly. “He has no chance to survive if we attack him with all our might!”
“Can you be sure that the little chef has shown us all his strength?” Lu Yu asked.
Ba Wu’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That guy’s just a One-revolution Little Saint!”
“So what? Didn’t he defeat the second-best team with Three-revolution Little Saints on them?!” Lu Yu’s face was cold. His words left Ba Wu speechless at last.
“That’s enough. Let’s discuss our strategy for tomorrow’s final. I crossed swords with that guy. He’s really not as weak as he looks,” Zhang Qiubai said. He sat in a corner in the private room with his bronze sword on his back.
When he spoke, Ba Wu said nothing more.
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Meanwhile, in the Di Ting Clan’s clan land…
A stone door slowly opened. A gust of chilly air blew out of it, and streams of air could be seen swirling inside. The next moment, a graceful figure came out through the door, shrouded in streams of air that obscured his or her appearance.
The figure stood outside the stone door.
“Go… The time has come for Nether Prison to unite… Only with unity can we have a greater say, so that when we face the cursed enemy again, we can win some room to survive…” A muffled voice came from behind the stone door.
The figure wrapped in air-streams nodded gravely, then turned and walked toward the distance.
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In one of the forbidden lands in Earth Prison, the Black Temple…
Once again, a dog paw came across the void and slapped hard on the wall of the Black Temple, leaving a huge paw print and shaking the whole building.
Black jets of air flew out of the Black Temple in an instant as Lord Dog hovered in the void, his fat wobbling.
“Damn you, mangy dog!” A figure wrapped in black bandages appeared in the Black Temple, staring at Lord Dog with killing intent in his eyes.
“Hmph! Old man, I’m just here for revenge! I never saw you so furious when you attacked Tian Cang and me?” said Lord Dog as monstrous Nether energy swirled around his body.
“Hmph! Although the Black Temple is a forbidden land, the offer from the old fellow in Nether Prison is enough to tempt me. When someone paid me, I took care of his problem… I was just hired to do the job!” said the figure in the Black Temple with a cold snort.
“You were just hired by someone to take care of his problem? What a great excuse! Well, I also acted based on my heart now, and I just want to vent my pent-up anger!” The fat on Lord Dog’s face twitched. The next moment, a dog paw grew larger and larger in the void, then smashed the wall of the Black Temple again with a rumble.
“You’re courting death!”
The figure in the Black Temple was furious, but there was nothing he could do about Lord Dog.
“Just you wait… Soon, the seal of the forbidden lands will be gone… A new era will come! When the time comes, the first target I want to kill is you, mangy dog!”
The Black Temple grew darker as a terrible aura rose into the sky.
In the void, Lord Dog turned and left, walking with his elegant cat-like steps.
“The origin of the forbidden lands has always been mysterious… They seemed to be sealed by some powerful force… The old man said that the seal will soon be gone… Are those powerful forces coming back?”
Lord Dog frowned and sped away. There were many things he couldn’t figure out. Perhaps the previous Nether King, Tian Cang, would know, but unfortunately, he was dead.
With a ripping sound, Lord Dog tore the void and stepped into it. When he appeared again, he was already over the Nether King Palace.
In the palace, an old figure suddenly opened his eyes. A fearsome aura exploded out in an instant as Ying Long took his Hollow Eye Staff and stepped up to the sky, pointing the staff at the fat black dog in midair.
Lord Dog twitched his mouth, waved his paw, and said, “Stinky dragon, I’m not interested in fighting you today. Nether King Er Ha is almost out of the Demon Passes, isn’t he? I have something to ask him.”
“The previous Nether King left the Eighteen Demon Passes, and each pass is a test of life and death. The Nether King is now going through the fifteenth pass, and he must not be disturbed. Leave now, and I’ll inform you as soon as he’s out.” Ying Long looked indifferently at Lord Dog, his white hair waving in the wind.
Lord Dog twitched his mouth again. Then, he landed on the roof of the palace and yawned. “There’s no hurry.… I can wait here.”
Ying Long’s face was cold.
All of a sudden, a rumbling sound rang out, and then terrible energy began to pour out of the Demon Passes underneath the Nether King Palace.
“His Highness has begun to… go through the pass.”
The look on Ying Long’s face became very complicated, and his heart was uneasy. Once Nether King Er Ha went through the Eighteen Demon Passes, he would have the ability to rule Earth Prison. However, if he failed, he would die inside and become dust.
Earth Prison had been silent for too long. With Nether Prison coveting it, they needed a truly formidable leader. Moreover, if the previous Nether King’s prediction was correct, a forbidden storm was almost upon them.
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In Sacred Puppet City…
Night had fallen. In the sky, dark clouds slowly drifted over, covering the moon that was as round as a wheel.
The night was dark and windy, making it the perfect timing for an assassination.
A figure wrapped in black mist drifted across the air like smoke, hiding among the darkness. Before long, it appeared in Bu Fang’s room, spreading rolling black mist to suppress all the sound.
A pair of golden eyes emerged in the darkness, flashing with a creepy gleam. Then, completely wrapped in the black mist, the figure slowly approached Bu Fang, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
There was no killing intent, no murderous air, and no breathing. Everything was silent.
A near-perfect assassination seemed to be on the verge of unfolding.