Commander Mo Yuan's voice reverberated throughout the plaza.
Bu Fang stopped what he was doing and slightly furrowed his brows.
In front of him, many diners held their breaths and stared at Bu Fang with a strange look on their faces.
Yi Zhu from the Vajra Realm was going to fight against Bu Fang from the Heaven Chief Realm.
Did Owner Bu meet him after all?
Yi Zhu was the Little Saint of the Vajra Realm. Since he was a Little Saint, his strength was naturally extraordinary. Owner Bu might be defeated this time.
A Little Saint was different from a half-step Saint. The gap between them was difficult to make up for, mainly because of the difference in their comprehension of the Will of the Great Path.
However, many people also understood that this time, it was Yi Zhu who asked for it.
The opponents of the individual competition in the Netherworld's Tournament of the Great Path were matched according to the strict and fair screening array provided by Nether Prison.
Generally speaking, it was impossible for experts below the Little Saint level to meet a Little Saint unless they were very unlucky.
Normally, the strength of the contestants was matched with the opponent of the same level.
For example, a half-step Saint was matched with a half-step Saint.
Generally speaking, a cross-level match like this would not happen.
However, the management of this Netherworld's Tournament of the Great Path was not as strict, so it was normal to exchange opponents, which was also tacitly allowed by the organizer.
This competition was supposed to be a cruel elimination competition. If you're eliminated … then you deserve it.
This was the purpose of the competition.
"Owner Bu … Why don't we give up?"
"Yes, you're likely to be killed if you face a Little Saint. If you're killed, no one will cook for us."
"I don't want you to go. The Vajra Realm is deliberately targeting you. Just give up."
…
Before Bu Fang could speak, a group of diners in front of him had already begun to talk, trying to persuade Bu Fang not to go.
Although Bu Fang had shown great strength in both the team and individual competitions, he was still a Little Saint.
He had even defeated a half-step Saint from the Vajra Realm.
However …
This time, it was different. This time, Bu Fang had to face … a real Little Saint.
Moreover, he was the Little Saint of the Vajra Region!
He was a true Little Saint who specialized in cultivating his fleshly body and wanted to achieve Dao with his fleshly body. With a single punch, he could overturn rivers and seas, and even flatten mountains!
Such power was peerless, and it wasn't something that a Half-Saint could resist.
Mo Yan, Zhu Yan, and the others also wore worried expressions.
Although they now trusted The Great Demon very much.
However, he still felt uneasy.
After all, his opponent this time was not a Half-Saint, but a real Little Saint!
In the entire Heaven Chief Realm, only Realm Lord Ditte had advanced to the Little Saint level.
This was already the top combat power of the Heaven Chief Realm.
If he remembered correctly, this was the first time the Great Demon had encountered a Little Saint powerhouse in the Heavenly Dao Tournament.
"It's fine …"
Bu Fang said faintly.
Swish!
The soup was scooped out of the Nine Palace Black Turtle Constellation Wok and poured into a bowl.
He handed it to the customer in front of him.
The customer took the bowl in a daze and looked at Bu Fang blankly.
In the distance, You ran over with Little Hu, her eyes sparkling.
"Bu Fang, I'll help you look after the stall."
You said seriously as she walked.
The eyes of the surrounding customers turned red as they stared at Bu Fang and You.
They kept shaking their heads. They couldn't let this woman look after the stall anymore …
Otherwise, there would be nothing to eat.
"There's no need to look. Look at the sky. Today's competition is almost over. Let's call it a day."
Bu Fang reached out his hand, rubbed You's grayish-green hair, and flicked Little Hu's nose.
Little Hu stretched out his paws and rubbed his nose.
The surrounding customers breathed a sigh of relief.
"Owner Bu, go ahead and prepare for the next match."
"Yes, it's fine even if you lose. Just remember to stay alive."
"I hope we can continue to eat Owner Bu's delicacies tomorrow."
…
The customers suddenly became a little sad, and the atmosphere became a little sad.
Bu Fang was a little confused.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
He waved his hand.
Immediately, the wooden stall was put away.
"Let's look forward to tomorrow's dishes."
Bu Fang said.
After that, he clasped his hands behind his back and strode toward the first arena.
There, Yi Zhu and Commander Mo Yuan had been waiting for a long time.
Nethery was taken aback. Then, she followed them with Foxy.
The group of people once again rushed towards Arena Number One in a grandiose manner.
After a while, they arrived in front of the first arena.
As Commander Mo Yuan's voice resounded throughout the plaza, everyone's gazes were once again focused on the first stage.
A half-step Saint against a Little Saint …
This was a cross-level battle.
It was the first cross-level battle in the individual competition so far.
Many people were curious and expectant.
Moreover, the protagonists of the battle were not nobodies.
Yi Zhu, the Little Saint of the Vajra Realm, had peerless fighting prowess and cultivated his fleshly body. Ordinary Little Saint dared not let him get close to them.
After all, the Vajra Realm's fleshly body could kill you with just his chest muscles.
The gap between their fleshly bodies brought about the gap in strength.
As for Bu Fang …
From the moment he appeared until now, this chef from the Heaven Chief Realm had brought too much surprise and horror to everyone.
He was a chef who could create miracles.
Clip-clop, clip-clop …
The crisp sound of footsteps rang out.
Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back. His Vermilion Robe fluttered around him as he stepped into the arena.
The day was almost over. The afterglow of the setting sun shone down, sprinkling some red light on the arena, making it look as if it was on fire.
Bu Fang's body was shrouded in a red light, which made him look extraordinarily magical.
Many people were staring at the arena with amazement in their eyes.
Boom!
Commander Mo Yuan stood in the middle of the arena.
Yi Zhu, on the other hand, stood on the other side. When he saw Bu Fang, a ferocious look came over his face.
Both fists collided, and the air seemed to tremble.
"You're finally here! I can't wait to tear you to pieces, you reptile! "
Yi Zhu said coldly.
His eyes glowed with a cold red light.
Boom!
The competition had not yet begun, but the aura on his body suddenly soared.
The audience held their breaths.
The aura of a Little Saint was so powerful that it made their minds tremble.
It was a terrible aura.
Was the little chef about to face such a violent Little Saint?!
In the Heaven Chief Realm …
Everyone was looking at the light screen worriedly.
The Heaven Chief Realm trusted The Great Demon unreservedly.
However …
When facing an opponent that was too powerful, they would also hesitate a little.
"This is the Little Saint … The real Little Saint!"
"Can the Great Demon win? How can a half-step Saint resist the Little Saint? "
"Don't die, The Great Demon!"
…
The people of the Heaven Chief Realm all clenched their fists, and their eyes were full of worry.
Mengqi, on the other hand, was very calm.
He had seen the fight between Bu Fang and the Abyss Judge with his own eyes.
Therefore, he knew very well that Bu Fang was not defenseless against the Little Saint.
Perhaps this time, everyone would be shocked by Owner Bu again.
The time for Owner Bu to create a miracle had come again.
"Life and death in the Tournament of the Great Path.
Are you ready? "
Commander Mo Yuan said lightly, looking at Bu Fang and Yi Zhu.
Numerous gazes were cast over from the surroundings.
More people were paying attention to the match this time. After all, the opponent was the Little Saint from the Vajra Realm.
The Vajra Realm was an opponent that many people feared, so they naturally paid close attention to.
As soon as his voice rang out …
Commander Mo Yuan's figure shot out, instantly disappearing from his spot.
He left the arena to Bu Fang and Yi Zhu.
Yi Zhu stared coldly at Bu Fang. "I told you … I'll crush you inch by inch!"
Crack!
The ground under his feet suddenly collapsed and cracked. Obviously, it could not withstand the pressure emanating from his body.
These arenas had been specially treated and were extremely hard, so they could withstand a fight from an ordinary Little Saint.
There was no doubt that Yi Zhu's fighting prowess was much stronger than that of an ordinary first-revolution Little Saint.
It was mainly because of the difference in physical strength.
Rumble!
As soon as his voice rang out …
Bu Fang's pupils constricted slightly.
He saw Yi Zhu's figure suddenly appear in front of him like a beam of golden light.
"I'll slap you to death, you little worm!"
Yi Zhu's eyes were as wide as bronze bells. He spread his hands and faced Bu Fang as if he were swatting a fly.
Then, he slapped down with both arms, intending to slap Bu Fang to death!
Pak!
His voice trembled violently, causing the entire void to tremble.
Bu Fang's figure fell straight to the ground.
With a crash, he escaped from Yi Zhu's aura.
"Running away?"
Yi Zhu grinned disdainfully.
He flipped his palm, and blue veins bulged all over his body.
His tyrannical Qi and blood were terrifying, like raging waves beating against the shore!
As far as the eyes could see, the whole arena seemed to be shrouded in his Qi and blood.
"So … So strong …"
"The Vajra Realm's Little Saint really lives up to his name!"
"This Qi and blood … is like a legendary primeval beast!"
…
The spectators were stunned, and they couldn't help but murmur.
Bu Fang, on the other hand, was directly hit by the power of the Vajra Pillar!
Boom!
Yi Zhu slapped the arena with his palm. The arena exploded, sending rubble flying in all directions.
Yi Zhu casually swept away the rubble that flew into the air.
Suddenly, whistling sounds rang out, breaking through the air.
All the rubble turned into streams of light and shot toward Bu Fang at high speed.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Bu Fang's face was expressionless. His figure turned into one phantom after another as he dodged the attack.
The ground exploded.
However, Bu Fang was unscathed.
His Vermilion Robe fluttered in the wind, and he clasped his hands behind his back, looking calm and collected.
"You do have some tricks up your sleeve! But … I'd like to see how long you can last! "
Boom!
Yi Zhu roared and rose to his feet.
The next moment, he approached Bu Fang like a primeval beast.
With every step he took, the void seemed to distort.
Bu Fang's pupils constricted when he saw Yi Zhu appear in front of him.
"This punch … is a punch to avenge San Zhu!"
Rip!
The void crumbled inch by inch.
Yi Zhu's eyes widened, and he threw out a powerful punch as if he wanted to kill Bu Fang.
The people below the arena were in an uproar.
"Terrible! This little chef is dead meat! "
"He can't resist it. Their strengths are not on the same level. How can he resist it?"
"It's over … Once the Little Saint gets serious, this little chef will die."
…
The crowd was in an uproar. Looking at Bu Fang, who had nowhere to hide from Yi Zhu's punch, they couldn't help but take deep breaths.
Nowhere to hide?
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched.
He was too lazy to dodge.
Yi Zhu's physical strength was indeed very strong, even stronger than when he used the Yin and Yang Taotie Arm.
However …
That was all …
Boom!
Bu Fang didn't use his Taotie Arm. Instead, he calmly raised his palm and put it in front of him to block the punch.
Yi Zhu's fist smashed into it.
A rumbling sound rang out.
The violent and tyrannical punch did not cause any ripples.
A red light flashed over Bu Fang's body.
His striped red-and-white Vermilion Robe had turned completely crimson.
The invincibility of the Vermilion Robe helped Bu Fang block the punch.
"What?!"
Yi Zhu's pupils constricted. He couldn't believe it.
"How is this possible?!"
He didn't seem to understand why this little chef was able to block his punch so easily.
Suddenly …
Just as he was in a daze …
The look in Bu Fang's eyes changed.
In Bu Fang's spirit sea …
Raging waves suddenly rose up!
"Little Host, let me, Nicholas the Handsome Dragon, come out! I'll kill him with a roar! "
The Golden Divine Dragon roared.
He couldn't wait to make a move.
"Mulberry should come out and let him know what despair is!"
Vermilion Bird also widened her eyes and shouted.
The Black Turtle floated lazily, motionless.
White Tiger, on the other hand, lay proudly on one side and snorted.
Buzz …
Bu Fang's figure emerged in Bu Fang's spirit sea.
To deal with this Little Saint, Bu Fang's only means was the Perishing Pot.
However, Bu Fang didn't want to use the Perishing Pot now, so there was only one way left.
That was to be possessed by the Artifact Spirit.
Looking at the eager Golden Divine Dragon and Vermilion Bird, Bu Fang's eyes turned and fell on the Black Turtle. When he saw the turtle's green body, the corner of his mouth twitched.
'Has his hair turned green after being possessed by the Black Turtle?'
'Forget it …'
Bu Fang's eyes finally fell on White Tiger, who was lying proudly on one side.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
White Tiger's hair stood on end. He raised his head and stared at Bu Fang.
"What do you want?"
White Tiger asked.
"Very well, you're the one. Let's go for a ride."
Bu Fang said, the corner of his mouth twitching.
As soon as he said that, a tiger's roar erupted from his spirit sea!
Waves soared into the sky!
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