The miracle had indeed begun.
In the fighting pit, the nobles, who had been laughing at them, no longer had smiles on their faces. Instead, they all looked at the scene in amazement.
"No way …"
"Those bugs are … rebelling!"
"This is a familiar situation … Is our bet going to … f * cking leave us again?"
…
A few nobles even grimaced. The familiar feeling that came to their faces almost made them swallow their mouths.
Countess Xia Qiu's pupils constricted. Deep in her heart, she hoped that Bu Fang would not repeat the mistakes of that man.
But she really did not expect that Bu Fang could do this. Could it be that this chef was really going to accomplish a feat that no one had accomplished for countless years?
Perhaps … there really was … hope?
But … this was something that should have been impossible.
The curse of Void City was everywhere. These exiles were stained with the Queen of Curses' curse.
Unless they used the dark cuisine, it was impossible for them to suppress the torture and pain brought by the curse.
How could these people, who had been tortured by the curse for countless years, give up the treatment for their own desire for good food?
Therefore, no chef could win against this dark cuisine.
…
Bam! Bam!
Bam! One figure after another slammed into the wooden cart, causing it to creak.
A filthy, skinny figure grabbed the exiled man who had eaten Bu Fang's red bean bun.
The curse power on his arm was so suppressed that it was almost invisible.
All of this was … real!
At this moment, everyone was seething with excitement!
It turned out that, apart from the dark cuisine, there really was a delicacy that could stop the curse in their bodies.
How could they not go crazy?!
As if they had received confirmation, one by one, the exiles raised their heads and stared at Bu Fang with bright and eager eyes.
"Take it slow, one by one."
Bu Fang said.
In the next moment, he raised his arm and flicked his fingers nonstop.
One red bean bun after another shot out of the cart, turned into streams of light, and rushed into the crowd.
Roar!
The crowd immediately burst into an uproar.
These exiles frantically snatched the red bean buns and stuffed them into their mouths.
One got it, two got it …
They stuffed it into their mouths.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
Slurp slurp …
These people chewed crazily and only felt a warm current flowing through their bodies, as if their bodies were being purified and baptized …
This feeling was inexplicably wonderful.
In fact, not all the exiles chose Bu Fang.
After all …
Habits formed over countless years could not be changed overnight.
Only about a hundred people tried Bu Fang's dish. Most of them were weak and couldn't compete for the right to eat the dark cuisine.
However, after eating the red bean buns, those people's hearts melted and their bodies melted.
The power of the curse on their bodies was constantly being cleansed.
Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back and watched calmly.
In fact, he had already expected all of this.
His dishes could restrain the power of the curse, which was reflected in You.
Compared with the power of the curse on You, it was actually easier to remove the power of the curse on these people.
The man stood on the wooden cart, facing Bu Fang from a distance.
He was very confident because he was about to win.
Although he couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it, because Bu Fang had taken away a lot of the power of the curse from his hands …
However, it didn't matter. The power of the curse had rushed to three hundred and ninety feet, and it was only one hundred feet away …
On the other hand, Bu Fang …
The power of the curse on Bu Fang's wooden cart had only broken through ten feet.
The gap was too big.
A miracle had indeed happened, but it couldn't change the result.
Huh?
Suddenly, the man furrowed his brows. He seemed to have sensed something unusual.
On Bu Fang's side, the cursed man who had eaten the red bean buns stood up spontaneously and ran toward him.
"Eh … I'm back?"
Those who should come back will come back eventually … "
The man had a smile on his face.
This scene caused many people to sneer.
For a moment, the nobles' spirits, which had weakened, surged again.
"That's right! The dark cuisine belongs to you! "
"Only disgusting dishes are worthy of lowly worms like you! Hahaha! "
The nobles' roars seemed to make the exiles speed up.
The exiles who ran back from Bu Fang's side rushed into the crowd.
With a boom, they seemed to explode.
All the nobles' faces froze.
The man's confident smile also froze on his face.
Because everything that had just happened was like a heavy hammer that had ruthlessly smashed into his chest …
His chest seemed as though it was about to cave in.
The exiles who came back from Bu Fang's wooden cart grabbed the exiles in front of the man's wooden cart and said something.
Then, one, two, three … The exiles, who had been determined to choose the man, changed their direction.
One by one, they crazily rushed toward Bu Fang's wooden cart.
The man, who had the complete advantage in numbers, could only watch as his diners rushed toward Bu Fang's wooden cart …
The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.
The nobles stopped talking, looking like frosted eggplants.
"I …"
One of them opened his mouth. He seemed to see the bets flying.
"It's okay! That chef is too late! Look at the curse power! "
Someone roared.
It was like a final struggle.
The curse power on the man's side continued to rise. Of course, the speed was much slower.
It had reached 420 feet, but it was not the end. It was still rising …
Meanwhile, on Bu Fang's wooden cart …
After experiencing the silence at the very beginning, the atmosphere became even more tense.
The next moment, the curse power skyrocketed.
One hundred feet, twenty feet, thirty feet …
In just a flash, it had reached thirty feet, approaching the man!
A tremendous pressure instantly enveloped the man!
"Damn it! How is this possible?! "
The man roared.
His hand shook, and the dark dishes in the black wok began to tumble.
Swish …
Many dark dishes floated in the porcelain bowls, falling toward the group of people.
"Eat … Eat to your heart's content!
"Eat more and contribute more curse power!"
The man shouted crazily. Finally, there was a hint of anxiety in his voice.
Bu Fang was not in a hurry. He sat on the wooden cart, swinging his legs.
From time to time, he would casually swing his hand, and bean buns would shoot out.
Below them were exiles who couldn't wait to have a taste of the bean paste buns.
The curse power was constantly being washed away.
Meanwhile, the curse power of these people was being contributed to Bu Fang.
It caused Bu Fang's curse power to rise to a new height. Finally … it broke through the four hundred feet mark!
Boom!
At that moment …
The man looked as if he was struck by lightning.
The nobles also held their breaths.
Damn it …
Was this chef … purposely trying to slap their faces?
The man's curse power reached 460 feet.
Bu Fang's curse power reached 400 feet!
The gap between them was only 60 feet.
Now, there were only about 240 exiles left who had eaten the food.
The selection was still ongoing.
The stooped old man stared blankly at the light screen, feeling as if something had struck his heart. It was an indescribable feeling.
Back then, he had been defeated without being able to fight back.
And now, Bu Fang, whom he had given up on, was about to create a miracle!
'This …'
For a moment, the stooped old man had mixed feelings. He stared at Bu Fang on the screen.
The young man was still expressionless and as calm as water.
His face was full of confidence, which came from his own strength.
Tens of thousands of years ago, he was just as confident.
'Perhaps … I really have a chance to enter District C.'
…
Countess Xia Qiu's breathing began to quicken.
She gripped the railing with all her might, and the railing immediately began to break, with gravel rolling down continuously.
'Perhaps … I can really meet that man this time?!'
For a moment, she was a little timid and nervous. How many years had it been since she felt this way?
How could the decisive Chaotic Saint, Countess Xia Qiu, have such a nervous feeling?
You looked at her indifferently.
Her expression did not change at all.
The shock on the noblewoman's face disappeared, replaced by … a smile.
It was a strange smile.
…
The warm red bean buns were torn open, and the sticky bean paste was stuffed into their mouths. As they chewed, the numb exiles seemed to come to life.
It was an indescribable and mysterious feeling.
Bu Fang looked down at the exiles who had eaten the red bean buns and cried tears of joy.
An unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled his heart.
'These people haven't given up on treatment …'
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched slightly.
From beginning to end, Bu Fang had been sitting on the wooden cart. He did not turn his head to look at the curse power behind him.
He had no idea how strong the curse power was.
He didn't need to know either. All he needed was … a result.
The man's eyes seemed to be sunken, and the pressure made his voice hoarse.
The dark cuisine was distributed like crazy, and each serving was filled to the brim. He wanted to keep these diners.
'Dammit!
Since when did I have to use this trick to keep these crawlies? '
The curse power of the exiles was getting weaker and weaker.
The growth of Bu Fang's curse power was also slowing down.
However, the growth of the man's curse power was even slower.
Four hundred and eighty feet …
The man looked at the power of the curse and gasped for air.
"Keep going! Don't stop! "
The nobles were also shouting. The growth of the curse power would determine their bets!
Meanwhile, Bu Fang was calmly distributing red bean buns.
'Perhaps this is the highest realm of showing off.'
Bam!
The man roared.
He punched the wooden cart.
The dark cuisine on the cart splashed …
His curse power had stagnated at four hundred and ninety feet, and it was only ten feet away from reaching five hundred feet.
Meanwhile, Bu Fang's curse power had reached …
Forty-nine!
It was also forty-nine feet.
Wooden carts on both sides.
Two black cursed dragons were roaring, as if they were competing with each other for glory!
That scene was shocking!
"Hurry up and eat! Crawlies … Hurry up and eat!
"Don't you like it? Don't you want to eat it even if you kneel down and lick it?
"You can't stop treating it! Hurry up and eat! "
The man grabbed the dark cuisine and roared.
In front of his wooden cart, there were few people.
There were only a few figures left.
A skinny man was trembling as he grabbed the bowl that the man had given him.
The dark cuisine inside was rolling …
It seemed to be wriggling …
The skinny man glanced at the ferocious and roaring man.
Then, he glanced at Bu Fang, who was distributing the red bean buns with a faint smile on his face …
The heart of this skinny man, which had been silent for countless years, suddenly became hot!
This man, holding the bowl full of dark cuisine, glanced at the man.
He suddenly stood up.
His thin body suddenly became as majestic as a towering mountain!
The scrawny man grabbed the bowl and slammed it on the ground.
His eyes were red. He straightened his neck and let out a roar …
It was a roar from the soul!
"How dare you roar at me!!!"
The man clenched his fists. He was mad!
The skinny man kicked the bowl on the ground. Then, he raised his head and walked valiantly toward Bu Fang's wooden cart!
Clang! Clang!
At this moment …
The man only heard a cracking sound.
Those people, they were rebelling …
The man seemed to have lost all his strength …
He staggered backward and fell on the wooden cart.
At this moment, he suddenly understood … For a chef, perhaps only … diners were the most important.
The skinny man grabbed the red bean buns that Bu Fang handed to him.
He stuffed the food into his mouth ravenously.
Boom!!!
A loud and clear dragon roar resounded.
The cursed dragon on Bu Fang's wooden cart instantly broke through … five hundred feet!
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