What hit him in the face was a terrifying cold wind that he had never experienced before.
When Chai Chuanchuang came back to his senses, he was already standing at the top of the mountain. He looked up and could stare at the magnificent and heroic halo.
It danced in the air like an aurora, occupying the sky and easily dyeing everything with its own color.
He had never seen such a magnificent peak.
Dangerous and noble …
When it appeared in front of him, everything in the world ceased to exist because it was the hub of heaven and earth.
It was so cold, but he could not feel fear.
Because there was an unexpected and terrifying flame burning in his chest, dispelling the cold that was not worth mentioning. It burned his eyes red and urged him to go forward.
He was challenging the perilous peak where countless corpses had been buried.
Even if there were constant screams, along with the thin bodies, falling from the sky and smashing into meat paste beside him … The splashing blood fell on his face, bringing with it a tempting sweet fragrance.
Every time he climbed, there was a step of joy.
Just like everything he had experienced in the past.
From the moment he was born, competition began in kindergarten. Students could only be enslaved. The class monitor had the right to eat first and could freely choose milk.
But he still had to listen to the teacher and run for the teacher's orders.
But the teacher had to listen to the headmaster, no matter how unreasonable the teaching requirements were, he had to meet them.
When the headmaster met some students' parents, he had to put on a smiling face and try his best to please them.
In front of the school board and investors, everyone's efforts became a set of numbers, written on the exaggerated smiling faces, and they were free to choose.
The newcomer had to pour tea for the senior, and the senior had to greet the class monitor. The class monitor was nothing in front of the CEO, but the CEO also had to bow to the servant, to the higher class monitor.
In the human world, there was a hierarchy.
The invisible floors separated the height and shrouded everything in it.
To please the master and become the chief senior brother, he could freely order other apprentices to deal with the chores for him.
To get the skills and become a chef, he could get rid of the mischief at the bottom of the pyramid. When he looked up, he could see the General's cold face.
To surpass his classmates, colleagues, and teachers.
Step by step, he hung his name above the name of the Great Yin …
But was this enough?
Why did he stop?
When he looked at the other mediocre colleagues around him, he was puzzled. Wasn't this just the beginning?
He struggled to climb upwards, forgetting everything.
Appraised as a 1-star Culinary Demon. Independent. After completing his apprenticeship, he would be able to earn a huge amount of money.
But no matter how much money he had, it was meaningless.
Once he obtained two stars, he would be able to control the Great Yin1 and become a general who kept his word. He would be able to walk under the spotlight and bask in the envious gazes of everyone.
But it was still limited to the signboard of Da Yin, buried by the glory of the previous generation.
With a three-star rating, the Chai Chuan clan would be able to form their own faction. They would be able to look down on others and laugh proudly at their peers …
Then, it went up even further … until the courtiers bowed their heads and the physicians saluted.
Even in front of the High Emperor, he could talk cheerfully and humorously!
That's right, as long as I move forward, all of my opponents will crawl under my feet!
Chai Chuanchuang strode toward the throne of the Devil Chef's Peak!
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more …
In front of the dining table, Chai Chuanchuang's arm was already exposed to the bone.
Sweat constantly dripped from his forehead and face.
He was drenched in sweat.
He panted heavily.
Between the bones of his fingers, a pair of trembling chopsticks was unable to cross the final line.
He was only one step away from the end.
Only one step left!
"What a pity, it ends here."
Guo Shouque looked down at his miserable opponent with pity. Above his head, the cold light sprinkled down, and a huge shadow spread out, covering that pale face.
In that instant, under the peak, the terrifying snowstorm came to an abrupt end.
Chai Chuanchuang finally saw … behind the thousands of neon lights in the sky, the sinister shadow and the pair of indifferent and mocking eyes.
He looked down.
He gazed at the struggling ant in his palm.
Darkness enveloped everything in an instant. When the beautiful illusion dissipated, the flame of ambition in his heart had unknowingly dissipated, replaced by an empty space.
He lowered his head and saw the gap in his chest, as well as the wriggling faces of the poisonous insects nibbling at his lungs. They were laughing maliciously at him.
When he embraced power, it was also devouring him …
At this moment, the magnificent peak finally revealed its malevolence!
After the snow faded, only a wriggling scarlet was left.
Countless broken limbs piled up in a complicated manner, and countless broken skulls were arranged in rows. Stinky blood flowed out from the gaps, crawling through the distorted faces and empty eyes.
The tragic mountain formed by the piles of corpses reverberated with a terrifying, shrill laughter!
Tentacles stretched out from it, pulling his broken arms and body inwards, shrinking little by little …
"Go away! Go away! "
Chai Chuanchuang screamed, roaring furiously as he struggled with all his might.
He staggered backward …
Even though he had woken up from the illusion, he still couldn't get rid of the terrifying nightmare, nor could he escape from the empty gaze of the pig head in front of him.
The cracked face was quickly twisting, but no blood could seep out.
In the mournful wail, the last bit of his consciousness collapsed.
He completely fainted.
In the dead silence, only the faces of the other six Demon Chefs gradually darkened. Their expressions twitched, and their faces turned ashen.
On the plate, the pig head was still intact.
Not only did the aroma not disperse with the passing of the temperature, but it became more and more alluring under the offerings of the sacrificial victims.
It was tempting the next victim to come on stage.
However, no one took a step forward. No matter how patiently they waited, no one spoke.
"What's wrong? What's wrong, everyone?
Guo Shouque sneered softly, looking at the complicated faces. "You're retreating just like this? You're scared just like this? Is there only one person who failed? "
Someone couldn't hold back his anger and uneasiness, growling in a low voice, "This kind of thing … can it really be considered a dish?"
"Why not? The so-called pig is for people to eat, isn't it? It's just that the requirements for the customers are a little higher. Otherwise, why would it be called the Junior Prison? "
"This is the privilege of the nobles!"
Guo Shouque grinned, revealing his jagged, sharp teeth, just like a monster showing off his weapon. He grinned hideously. "You should be able to feel it, right? This is the weight of the country … No matter how greedy you are, after death you will turn into a vengeful spirit to plot against the country, you will feel satisfied in front of this Junior Prison!
But if you don't have amazing courage, if you don't have the ambition and means of a ruler of a city or a country, you won't be able to enjoy such a privilege! "
"If you don't have the courage, don't mention the position of the House of Representatives. If you don't have the virtue to match the position, there will be disaster. Incompetent people who only looked impressive, vile people who only knew how to seek personal gain, and idiots who did not know their own worth deserved to be devoured! No matter how pitiful and sad you are, you can only blame yourself! "
"Come, let me see your structure, let me see where your courage lies!"
In the tyrannical laughter, Guo Shouque slowly opened his arms.
A huge shadow covered the entire arena, and countless teeth hidden in the darkness slowly revealed from the deepest part of the soul, dripping with sticky saliva, with indescribable malice and hunger.
From the top, he looked down and asked mockingly.
"Today, can you let me eat to my heart's content?"
Huai Shi lowered his eyes.
"Let's go, Maki."
Huai Shi slowly got up and told her, "There's no need to watch anymore."
That old ghost, from the beginning, was here to torture people!
This kind of dish that was enough to eat ghosts and gods, when brought here, it was simply a cross-latitude attack! No matter how powerful Kung Fu was, it couldn't beat a foreign gun. No matter how many opponents there were, it was useless against a two-directional foil.
If it wasn't for the royal family, who was connected to the country's destiny, who didn't have the blood of divinity, and who wasn't the kind of hero of a hundred generations who could strive for the position of a duke from scratch, it was absolutely impossible to eat that thing.
After thousands of years of inheritance, what the Junior Prison represented was this terrifying weight of the country. Not to mention what kind of things were hidden in the dish.
From the beginning, it stood in an invincible position.
But it also used all kinds of despicable means to mess with the opponent's mentality … It was like whipping the corpse after a massacre.
He was excessively strong and despicable.
There was no weakness that could be exploited.
It was simply … invulnerable.
"Don't you want to try it, Miss Huai Shi?"
As if he could sense the figure leaving behind him, Guo Shouque asked without looking back, "In my humble opinion, there are not many people here who can enjoy this Junior Prison except for you."
"If there's a chance."
Huai Shi responded expressionlessly.
Young Master Ming could eat it, and so could the Prince of Paradise.
Whether it was the identity of a disaster musician or the leader of a large group, he had enough status and capital to enjoy such treatment.
But now was not the time.
He didn't have the confidence to win.
"By the way, there's another good news to announce."
Before leaving, he suddenly heard Guo Shouque's raised voice.
The old man looked back happily, grinned, and smiled at the audience outside the field. "Tomorrow, the challenge will continue. I will randomly choose half of the remaining culinary demons to be my opponents … This old man can't take turns to fight, so please be prepared. "
"By the way, if Miss Huai Shi wants to come, you're welcome at any time, anywhere is fine."
The monster in the shadow chuckled strangely. "Putting aside other irrelevant things, I think you are the only opponent who can bring me a surprise. Please do your best when the time comes. "
Huai Shi's footsteps paused for a moment, and he looked back.
Looking at the pair of eyes full of darkness and hell, he told him, "I will."
With Huai Shi's departure, the competition continued.
No, it should be said that the one-sided massacre had just begun!
But in the audience outside the arena, there were culinary demons constantly getting up, turning around and leaving … They didn't look back, and their footsteps were hurried, as if they were fleeing.
At this moment, more than half of the people who left had made up their minds to withdraw.
Their minds had been completely defeated by such a tragic scene.
In the dead silence, there was only hoarse laughter.
The monster from Taiqing Heavy Industry, with his own strength, had engraved a terrifying shadow in everyone's hearts, and used this unparalleled strength to destroy all confidence.
Run away, children, run away, run away quickly! "
Because your invincible enemy is here!
Until they left the arena and returned to their residence, Huai Shi didn't speak again.
"That's too much, why did he target Miss Huai Shi?"
The sullen Zhen Xi complained. "Isn't he the representative of Cousin Hu Po? Shouldn't we all be comrades? "
"For that old thing, the word comrade is too cheap, and it has no meaning." Huai Shi shook his head. "As long as they are standing on the arena, they are all his enemies. Not recognizing anyone is the real essence of the battle between culinary demons. If a comrade blocks the way, then kill the comrade together and defeat him. "
For such a huge monster like him, did he really need such a thing as a comrade?
"Who knows, we might really have to fight in the end." Huai Shi rubbed the space between her eyebrows. "I have to start preparing too."
"Eh?" Zhen Xi looked up in surprise. "But I don't want to be the patriarch."
"…"
Huai Shi was speechless.
Wasn't it a little too early to start worrying about being the patriarch? Do you really think I'm going to win?
Wasn't this confidence a little too much?
"Although I feel that the old man is very strong, I feel that Miss Huai Shi isn't weak either."
Zhen Xi said seriously. "If it were up to me, Miss Huai Shi will definitely win in the end."
"…"
In the silence, Huai Shi laughed softly and rubbed her hair.
"Then, I'll take your blessings."
After waving her hand and saying goodnight, Miss Huai Shi went back to her room and closed the door. Then, she started to panic …
After flipping through the cookbook for the whole night, she finally saw her future from between the lines.
It's hopeless, just wait for death. Goodbye.
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There was no suspense in the outcome of the battle between culinary demons.
Seven people lost miserably.
Stone, ramen, sashimi, sushi, peony pot …
All the dishes were eaten by Guo Shouque as if they were side dishes, but he still wasn't full. In the end, no one was able to successfully put Shaolong on their plate.
On the contrary, after the competition ended, Guo Shouque, who still felt that it wasn't enough, made himself a plate of dipping sauce, tore the pig's head meat with his hands, and ate it clean.
In front of all his opponents, from his ears to his brain, there wasn't a single piece left.
He chewed on the terrifying essence of the abyss wantonly. After that, he only burped.
He carried his bamboo basket and casually turned around and left, as if he was an old man walking his bird.
Only dead silence and tragic scene were left.
As he was leaving the arena, Vladimir received a phone call.
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
Ten minutes later, he saw his employer, who hadn't shown up since the beginning of the battle between the culinary demons.
He looked like he was aging prematurely. There were spots of white on his beard and hair. A middle-aged man in a suit was sitting on the sofa, muttering to himself.
It was his employer, Masahira Rimi.
More people called this man Sergei, Selesh Satomi.
Although he was the eldest son of the main family, among all the candidates for the head of the family, he had the weakest relationship with the family. Ever since he left home and went to the Russian Federation, he had no financial dealings with the family.
Over the years, he had been traveling between the Russian Federation and Africa as a traveler and businessman on the surface. Not many people knew what kind of business he was doing behind the scenes.
Many people knew that he was very rich, very powerful, and had many close friends in the upper echelons of the Russian Federation government. Other than that, everything else was hidden in the fog.
Vladimir wasn't interested in this, nor was he in awe or anything. After walking in, he greeted him warmly, "Oh, what have you been busy with these two days, long time no see."
She rummaged through his liquor cabinet and found a bottle of whiskey. Then, she began to pour it into his mouth.
"… Walia, you'd better not speak Japanese. The name Danasan doesn't sound right."
Masahira Rimi shook his head, sighed, and asked, "Did you watch tonight's duel?"
Vladimir nodded.
"What do you think?"
"Well, that old man is indeed a bit too strong … But boss, you don't have to worry, just leave it to me. No matter what kind of monster it is, I can fight it. "
Vladimir showed off his biceps. "My 'Tough Steak' is invincible!"
"It's good to have confidence."
Masahira Rimi pondered for a moment and suddenly said, "However, I will issue a challenge for you tomorrow."
"What about the opponent? Who is it? "
"Kaori Kiriko."
An unexpected name came out of Masahira Rimi's mouth.
In an instant, Vladimir came to a realization.
In order to avoid being attacked by Guo Shouque, he had chosen an opponent for himself in advance. Avoiding a strong opponent in the middle of the game and avoiding losses was a brilliant idea.
Vladimir didn't mind. No matter how reckless he was, as a warrior, he still knew tactics.
Temporarily retreating was even more shameless, not to mention that he had long been interested in Miss Kaori Kiriko.
"Change of plan, do you understand what I mean, Walia?"
Masahira Rimi suddenly said.
The muscular cooking demon was stunned for a moment and nodded. "Leave it to me, boss!"
"I'm sorry for making such a request that's not in the contract." Masahira Rimi thought for a moment and asked, "I'll add extra money. It's still the Whale Protection Association, right?"
"It's changed its name now." Vladimir corrected him. "We've recently joined forces with the Indonesian Marine Environmental Protection Association and Northern Shipping to operate it. It's called the Pacific Rim Rare Marine Animal Protection Association!"
"You can do whatever you want. I'll just give you all the remuneration in advance …" Masahira Rimi took out a checkbook and scribbled. He raised his head and asked, "100 million USD, is that enough?"
Vladimir nodded frantically.
Masahira Rimi thought for a moment and added another 30 million.
"Thank you, boss. Boss is so nice."
The muscular cooking demon took the check with a smile and whistled. Then, he carefully put it into the innermost pocket of his toolbox.
"In this case, I have the funds for the next two years …"
"Walia, you're not young anymore, right? Can't you take the money yourself? " Masahira Rimi shook his head. "You're already in your thirties. It's time for you to settle down and find a wife to raise your children, right?"
"It's still too early for me to educate my descendants. I can still fight for at least another thirty years. Children and whatnot, we'll talk about it in thirty years!"
Vladimir patted his chest and said seriously, "The key is still to realize your dreams, dreams! Protect the blue sea and the earth. Isn't that good? "
Masahira Rimi was speechless, so he got up and said goodbye.
"You're leaving just like that? Aren't you going to watch my competition? "
"I'm sorry, I still have a meeting with the Ministry of Defense tomorrow morning. Although it's just a procedure, I still have to be there." Masahira Rimi sighed regretfully and finally patted him on the shoulder. "I'll leave the rest to you."
"How cold. I feel like I'm a mistress who's been abandoned."
Vladimir laughed and drank all the whiskey in the bottle in one gulp.
As his five fingers tightened, the glass bottle let out a sharp wail. It didn't fall apart. Instead, it shrank inch by inch. Finally, it turned into a pocket-sized toy in his closed palm.
"Leave it to me."
He placed the small bottle on the table and turned around to leave.
Ten minutes later, under the light pressure of the bottle, the entire table fell apart.
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That night, at 12: 06 pm.
The battle suddenly broke out on the edge of the downtown area of Nara.
It ended at 12: 10 pm.
After paying a terrible price, the murderer Sasaki Kiyomasa was arrested and brought to justice.
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