Chapter 1857
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"You … I …" McKinley pointed at Amy with a trembling finger. He was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted.
"Contestant number 0, Amy, wins!"
The referee announced loudly!
"Your disciple is extremely talented. Her battle awareness and adaptability are top-notch. Crassus, you've really picked up a treasure," Andre praised as he looked at Crassus.
The magicians in the Magus Tower all had different expressions. Everyone had seen Amy's talent, and she had only been practicing for half a year. If she had been practicing for two and a half years … they didn't dare to imagine it.
"Actually, Amy is just a little more hardworking than the average kid," Crassus said with a smile.
Everyone rolled their eyes. If being hardworking was enough, then those magicians who spent all their time practicing other than eating and sleeping could all become great magicians.
Some people worked hard for their entire lives and still couldn't reach the starting point of others.
The world of magicians was just that cruel.
"It seems like the adults these days can't take any blows." Amy looked at McKinley who was being carried away and shrugged. She turned and walked back to the waiting area. As she walked, she watched the battles in the other arenas. Then, she revealed an astonished expression.
"These big brothers are so strong. Looks like I'll have to be more serious when I compete in the future." Amy returned to the contestant's resting area and waited for the next round to begin. She picked up a specially provided drumstick and muttered softly.
The magician who was in charge of drawing lots twitched his mouth. She had been playing around all day yesterday and just now?
Amy gnawed on the drumstick as she stared at the big screen. From time to time, she would exclaim and clap for the magicians who had performed brilliantly. She seemed to have transformed into the best audience, not at all like a contestant who had just won a round of 32.
The camera would occasionally sweep past her, and she had once again captured a group of fans.
Only the magician standing to the side had a strange expression. This was because this little girl didn't exclaim for no reason. She kept muttering, "I've learned this! I can do this too! I didn't know magic could be played like this. I've learned it! "
What was this?
Was this learning on the spot?
This is an intense and exciting Top 32 qualifier that you're also participating in!
The second to end the battle was Jeremy. As expected of the Son of Lightning, his terrifying lightning magic suppressed his opponent to the point that he couldn't fight back at all. He displayed his strength at the peak of the seventh rank to the fullest and won easily.
"He's an opponent worth taking seriously." Amy's eyes sparkled as she watched Jérôme walk toward the waiting area.
Jérôme was stunned when he saw Amy sitting in the waiting area. He was surprised that someone had finished the match faster than him. However, he quickly regained his cool expression and sat down in the waiting area. He closed his eyes and rested.
Jasper then came to the waiting area. When he saw Amy, he was also surprised. He had thought that she would not make it past this round. He did not expect to see her in the waiting area again. When his gaze fell on Jérôme, it was filled with fighting spirit. There was only one opponent that he had taken seriously in this Magician's Tournament.
The victorious contestants returned to the battle area one by one. Once they sat down, they immediately began to recover their magic power. The next battle would begin after the last contestant finished his battle.
Not every contestant could defeat their opponents as easily as Amy, Jasper, and Jérôme.
Most of the contestants who could enter the Top 32 had some ability. The threshold was at least Level 7. Many of the Magicians had won with difficulty. They were still injured and had used up a lot of their magic power.
This was the cruel part of the Magician's Tournament. The weaker you were, the more disadvantageous the continuous battle system was for you. This was because the strong could get more time to rest, while the weak could only be trapped in a continuous cycle of difficult battles.
Of course, reality was many times crueler. In reality, there were no judges who could guarantee your safety.
The last contestant defeated his opponent and staggered back to the waiting area. The host immediately announced the start of the draw for the Top 16.
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Little Octopus Ball, with its cute appearance, good reputation, and delicious taste, became the most popular item in this Gourmet Tournament!
Meanwhile, Mag's live teaching had also received a lot of attention.
The head chef who hid in the kitchen of the restaurant had a sense of mystery to the diners.
Recipes were the core of a head chef's competitiveness. Very few people were willing to share them, let alone the recipes of the head chef of a high-class restaurant like Amy's. Not only were the recipes completely open to the public, but they were also taught on the spot. Even people who knew that they couldn't learn it couldn't help but stop and admire it.
The gigantic competition broadcast screen displayed Mag's every move in the simple kitchen in front of everyone. He was like a top-notch swordsman, moving between the three stoves and the three octopus barbecue plates. He turned the simple ingredients into scrumptious octopus balls, stir-fried octopus tentacles, and stir-fried octopus tentacles with soy sauce. His speed was so fast that it was dazzling, but he was calm and composed, and he was doing it with ease.
Exclamation!
Worship!
Unbelievable!
The faces of the onlookers were full of admiration for Meg. They never thought that a chef's job wasn't so simple.
The effort and perseverance he put in behind his nonchalance could also be imagined.
Of course, what made them stay was that the aroma of the stir-fried octopus tentacles and fried octopus tentacles in soy sauce was too tempting. People couldn't help but want to see with their own eyes what was emitting the aroma. Only then did they make up their minds to line up at the back of the long line.
Octopus balls were a great after-dinner snack, suitable for the old and the young. Stir-fried octopus tentacles and fried octopus tentacles in soy sauce, paired with a bowl of white rice, were a fatal temptation for hungry people.
Octopus sashimi was given the cold shoulder. This wasn't difficult to understand. At the moment when orcs were used to barbecued meat, eating octopus tentacles raw was always a little resisted.
The line at Amy's stall had already turned from the entrance to the outside. The number of people in the queue was estimated to be more than a thousand.
It was the stall with the hottest business in the first hour of the opening of the Gourmet Conference. There was no one else in the limelight.
At the side of the stall that had been overcrowded, it seemed that the ones squeezing in the front row were always the same few familiar figures. At Amy's stall, the line of eight people was moving forward at a speed visible to the naked eye. This was also the reason why more and more customers were willing to walk to the back of the line.
The seafood stall next door was also popular with the housewives.
50 copper coins per catty of octopus tentacles wasn't cheap, but it wasn't expensive either. Ordinary families could also afford it occasionally, and it wouldn't become a burden.
They had learned the exclusive recipe from the head chef of the high-end restaurant and watched the live teaching. At this moment, they just wanted to fly back to their kitchens immediately and try to make a stir-fried octopus tentacle with their own hands to make their husband and children look at them in a different light.
Angela thoughtfully put an ice pack in the weighed octopus tentacles to ensure that they could eat fresh and delicious octopus tentacles when they returned home after visiting the Gourmet Conference. The address of the small seafood stall was printed on the packaging bag. She believed that the attentive housewives would once again become customers of the seafood stall after tasting the sweetness.
"Am I going to be popular?"
Meg looked at the crowd of onlookers and raised his eyebrows.
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