This was an unprecedentedly tragic battle.
The audience standing outside the Full Mountain Red Building all sighed with emotion.
Since the opening of the Grand Competition, it was not that they had never seen a bloodbath. However, in terms of tragic and shocking, none of them could be compared with this dark cuisine competition.
Of the one hundred thousand spectators, less than half of them were left in the two hours of the competition.
It was not that Wang Lu's popularity was not enough, nor was it that the importance of the competition had declined. It was just that the scene was so tragic that people could not bear to look straight at it.
Even the reporter of the newspaper of Mysterious Sky Mansion who insisted on being in the front line, the young and handsome reporter who was used to the wind and rain, felt that he could not hold on any longer.
He wrote in his notes, "In my opinion, this competition is like two people competing to kill each other. Then, two rounds of death by a thousand cuts were carried out at the same time. I watched them fall into the abyss step by step, but I never got tired of it. Before this, I never thought that a food competition could be so tragic. No wonder people often say never underestimate the surprise that Wang Lu brings to you. "
In fact, as a cultural event, the atmosphere of this dark cuisine competition was quite harmonious. From the beginning of the competition, the two sides each occupied a round table and ate. They did not interfere with each other, and even ignored each other. Wang Lu also stood in the middle of the two tables and only occasionally opened his mouth when necessary to explain the origin and eating method of the dishes to the contestants and the audience.
However, it was really difficult for people who had witnessed the glory of those dishes to associate them with the food in their mouths. The pot of dark white worm soup was just an appetizer. The real meal was yet to come.
There were meat pies made from rotting flesh and blood, hot dishes cooked with rotting organs, as well as coleslaw that looked suspiciously like both meat and grass … Every single dish exuded an aura that was even more toxic. After seeing it with one's own eyes, one would instinctively feel repulsed and even fearful.
According to the results of the reporter's interview, many people would rather choose to take poison than try the taste of those dishes.
"Even if I take poison … As long as I determine what poison it is, I can at least get rid of it. But those dishes, I don't know what will happen if I eat them. "
However, it was such a terrible dish that the two contestants swept one plate after another at an amazing speed.
"I guess they had to hurry." The reporter recorded on a piece of paper with a serious expression. "That kind of thing, staying in the mouth for a moment longer is a great torture. Both contestants showed painful expressions from time to time during the eating process, but I think that compared to the real pain they suffered, the surface pain was only one in ten million. In fact, I really want to try those dark cuisines right now, but considering that there are no substitute reporters behind me, once I fall, it will be difficult to record this exciting match, so I can only suppress my curiosity and try it after the match is over … Please wish me luck! "
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On the other side, the situation on the field was undergoing subtle changes.
"… It's not over yet?"
The fat Food Immortal endured the annoyance in his heart and stuffed a piece of unknown meat into his mouth.
A strong stimulating taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue. It was as if a skunk that had become a spirit had curled up in his mouth and let out a fierce fart. The taste was like a tidal wave that impacted his mind. The pain he felt was like someone was cutting his fat flesh with a sharp sword. Not only did it hurt his body, but it also hurt his heart.
This dark cuisine competition was too vicious. It was completely aimed at him, the Food Immortal, and the design was extremely tricky!
It was not difficult for the Food Immortal to digest and endure the food that entered his mouth. Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator could eat a plate of poison without batting an eyelid, and then digest it with his body and magical power, unless the poison was no longer a mortal poison. As for the Food Immortal, there were not many poisons in the world that could make him unable to digest them.
However, this was an eating competition. What was placed on the table in front of him was food, not poison — at least nominally. Therefore, it was necessary for both sides to treat each dish the same way they treated food. Simply put, the way of swallowing was not feasible. It was necessary to taste the taste of each dish and carefully chew it before swallowing it. Of course, the self-deceiving method of shielding the taste was prohibited.
As a cultivator at the top of the food path, the sensitivity of the Food Immortal's taste was also unparalleled in the world. For the same dark cuisine, if the damage to Liu Li was ten, then the damage to him was one hundred, or even one thousand.
In a sense, Wang Lu's concept of food diversification was really not wrong. It was also not wrong to open the taste buds and welcome the diversity of food. However, the bottom line that the Food Immortal insisted on was not wrong.
Not everything could be called a gourmet. For example, a stone, a pile of feces, if it was really digested, it could be digested by many cultivators — the Food Immortal himself could. Strictly speaking, these substances that could be digested by cultivators could, of course, be regarded as food.
However, they could not be regarded as food.
Since food had the word beauty, it should be loved and yearned for by people. However, normal people would not yearn for stones and feces.
Human's tendency toward food was the accumulated experience of millions of years. For example, people liked sweets and meat because sweets and meat were rich in nutrients that human beings needed. But what nutrition could there be in stones and feces?
However, there were no absolutes in the world. Nine Regions was big and full of strange things, and not everyone could grow up in a normal environment. For example, those natives who had lived in the barren mountains and rivers for hundreds of thousands of years had long adapted to the local environment. Sweets and meat were rare luxuries for them. They relied more on substances that ordinary people could not digest as food, and gradually developed a good impression and even dependence on those "food".
With ingredients, there would be food, and there would be food culture. These ingredients that seemed unreasonable to ordinary people, through the careful processing of the local people, would also become artistic treasures.
It was just that, these things were delicious to the local people, but dark cuisine to others.
For example, the porridge in front of the Food Immortal was not cooked with rice or other grains. It was made with a large number of pebbles, each of which was fine and smooth. The grains were only the size of soybeans. Moreover, when the bowl was full, the difference in volume would not exceed one-tenth. The water was turbid lime water, thick and vigorous. In the eyes of the Rock Tribe, this was a good food. They lived in the mountains and had nothing but rocks and soil. After tens of thousands of years, they had evolved the ability to eat stones. The stones were divided into high and low grades according to the degree of delicacy. This bowl of lime pebble porridge was a treasure that only the patriarch of the Rock Tribe was qualified to enjoy. However, in front of the Food Immortal, it was really difficult to swallow.
Especially after eating a piece of stinky meat just now, what the Food Immortal needed was a really silky smooth drink, not a lime pebble porridge that burned the throat and blocked the esophagus.
"What's wrong? Senior Food Immortal can't eat anymore? Or is the food not to your taste? Although the ingredients may be a bit unique, I think for a gourmet master, just tasting the dishes, the enthusiasm of the chef is very precious. "
The Food Immortal sneered and said, "I don't need a reckless kid like you to teach me what a delicious food is!"
A real gourmet, especially in the realm of Food Immortal, tasted not only the taste of the food, but also the feelings of the chef. Lime pebble porridge was not a delicacy in the orthodox sense, but the serious mood of the Rock Tribe chef when cooking the porridge was not fake …
The only problem was that, after all, it was not a delicacy in the orthodox sense.
Thinking of this, the Food Immortal inwardly sighed with slight regret.
Wang Lu was right, he was the orthodox authority in the gourmet world, and his taste buds had long been orthodox. He could not taste the evil and crooked delicacy eighteen thousand years ago. This was the choice that he had to make when he cultivated the way of food, abandoning the evil and crooked path in exchange for the advancement of the right path … In this regard, he, the dignified Food Immortal, was indeed not as good as a simple girl like Liu Li.
He was like a picture scroll with a lofty artistic conception. Every stroke contained endless mystery, while Liu Li was still like a piece of white paper. The value of the white paper was naturally far less than the picture scroll, but in terms of plasticity, the white paper was far ahead.
Lime pebble porridge, the Food Immortal could not go against his heart and say it was delicious. The taste buds of a gourmet protested all the time. Were it not for his powerful cultivation base to suppress it, perhaps his tongue would have already self-destructed to show his will. And suppressing this tongue that belonged to Dixian became more and more strenuous.
However, after the initial difficult period, Liu Li gradually adapted to the rhythm of these dark cuisines and began to eat in an orderly manner. She did not feel bitter at all, and even gradually realized the way to taste the artistic conception of the meal.
With this, the situation became more and more unfavorable.
At present, in terms of battle record, the Food Immortal was still far ahead. According to the calculation of one point per dish, he had accumulated more than three hundred points, while Liu Li only had around two hundred points. However, Liu Li's speed was getting faster and faster. The girl was able to put rocks, metals, poisonous water, sawdust, and so on into her mouth without hesitation. However, the Food Immortal used more and more energy to suppress his tongue, which inevitably slowed down.
However, the Food Immortal was not worried that he would lose.
Because this competition was not unlimited. Just like the previous competition, the first to reach five hundred points would win. As long as he persisted, he would be able to get five hundred points faster than his opponent. Liu Li's speed was very fast, but compared to the Food Immortal, it was only a negligible bit faster.
If he wanted to blame someone, it was Wang Lu's misestimation of his endurance. It was true that every time he ate, it was like burning his body, but his body was fat and oily, which could not be burned off in a short period of time!
At this time, the dishes that were served from the kitchen suddenly stopped.
There were still dishes on the Food Immortal's table, but seeing this, he could not help but frown. Wang Lu would not openly use this kind of rogue skill, right? He cut off his own dishes, so that he could not get any points.
If Wang Lu was really so naive, then it would be exactly what he wanted. Because as the Food Immortal, how could he not have enough food? At that time, since Wang Lu's dishes could not be served, he would eat his own dishes! It would only be more comfortable to eat!
However, just as the Food Immortal was puzzled, a closed door in the distance opened.
From the door, a blonde girl slowly came out. She was not tall, wearing a snow-white chef's uniform and a tall chef's hat, and holding a shiny silver plate in her hand.
"Knight King?" The Food Immortal was surprised. Unexpectedly, his opponent from not long ago appeared in front of him as a chef today!
What was even more unexpected was the dishes that the other party served on the table.
Aya expressionlessly walked to the Food Immortal's table, put down the plate in her hand, and then stiffly said, "This is the traditional food of my hometown, Look Up at the Starry Sky, please have a taste."
Looking at the more than ten dead dried fish in front of him, the Food Immortal was speechless for a long time.
After a long time, the Food Immortal carefully picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks and put it into his mouth …
The next moment, his complexion changed.
"Bah!"
The piece of fish fell on the table with a mouthful of bloody spit. The Food Immortal's thin eyebrows twisted, his broad palm slapped the table, and his body stood up straight.
"Is this also for people to eat!?"
The host, Wang Lu, seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He strode over and pointed to the blood-bathed fish on the table: "Waste of food, deduct one point!"
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