Gourmet of Another World Chapter 1241 - I“m Also a… Half-step Sain

Chapter 1241 I“m Also a… Half-step Sain‘Where am I? What happened? What am I doing?’The Blackwind Continent expert was stunned. For a moment, he felt that his body did not belong to him. A powerful force smashed him and sent him flying backward, causing his blood and energy to rock inside him. The force was too mighty. He tried to resist, but he couldn’t withstand it at all.

Everyone outside the arena was shocked. They thought the Blackwind Continent expert would still defeat this guy from the Immortal Cooking Realm, but the result was somewhat different from what they imagined. The guy was not beaten up by him.
Boom!
Bu Fang put down the foot that kicked the expert. His Vermilion Chef Robe fluttered in the wind. His face was expressionless, looking extremely indifferent. The next moment, he raised his hand and held the kitchen knife in his hand like a flower.
Buzz…
The kitchen knife was shining brightly, and there seemed to be light flashing across its surface. It quivered slightly, but when Bu Fang took it in his hand, the throbbing of its artifact spirit soon subsided. He flicked his finger on its surface, and the knife began to shiver again.
“The correct way to use a supreme-grade kitchen knife is not like that…” Bu Fang said lightly, glancing at the Blackwind Continent expert, who was thrown to the ground and had his face revealed after the black wind scattered. His voice was not loud, but it resounded through the whole audience.
“You’re courting death!” The Blackwind Continent expert let out a loud roar and immediately stood up, glaring at Bu Fang. A feeling of being tricked made him angry from embarrassment.
“A crap from the Immortal Cooking Realm… How dare you fight back?! Do you think only chefs like you know how to play with kitchen knives? If you’re so good at it, show me the tricks you know!”
His aura spread in all directions while energy danced on his body. The next moment, his eyes turned reddish, and there seemed to be the hiss of wild animals in the air. At the same time, a strong wind rolled up around him again, which spun rapidly and turned into a tornado.
The audience was relieved. They thought the Blackwind Continent expert was defeated. That would be a slap in the face. After all, they had been loudly supporting him just now, and if he were killed the next second, the change would be too dramatic and too fast.
“Dammit! That gave me a fright! Kill the boy toy! What good are you if you can’t even deal with a boy who depends on women?!” The Vajra Realm expert spat, stomped hard on the ground, then roared.
The audience erupted into an uproar once again!
Mo Yan gritted her teeth. A look of surprise came over her face when she saw that Bu Fang was still alive. “The Great Demon King is truly worthy of his reputation… I can’t believe he can hold on for so long!”
Meanwhile, Zhu Yan and Fang Yu clenched their fists. They were desperate for Bu Fang to kill that Blackwind Continent expert!
All the people in the Immortal Cooking Realm cheered with joy. Many nervous faces beamed as they watched Bu Fang have the upper hand at the first move. They all thought that he was indeed the miracle of the Immortal Cooking Realm, for the strength he had shown was indeed extraordinary.
Of course, many more were swearing because the Vajra Realm expert’s words had angered them. The light screen didn’t just show the images, but also the sounds in the arena and the audience.
“Great Demon King! Defeat him!”
“How dare he despise the Immortal Cooking Realm?! Show him how to use a kitchen knife!”
“Owner Bu is mighty!”
…
Naturally, the voices in the Immortal Cooking Realm could not reach Bu Fang’s ears, but he could clearly hear the sarcastic remarks around him. Holding the kitchen knife in one hand, he glanced around from the corners of his eyes, then slightly twitched the corner of his mouth.
“You want to know how to use a kitchen knife?” he said indifferently, looking at the black wind swirling not far in front of him. The next moment, he started to walk at a leisurely pace toward it.
The black wind became stronger and stronger, as if it had turned into a tornado that would devour heaven and earth. It was filled with monstrous killing intent, capable of cutting Bu Fang’s flesh off his body with its sharp wind force.
Commander Mo Yuan took a step back, squinting and watching coldly. His duty was to control the order in the arena, and killing and death were allowed. The Netherworld’s Tournament of the Great Path was never meant to be a gentle competition. In his opinion, the previous matches were too boring, and it was time for some blood to spice up the atmosphere.
Bu Fang’s expression remained unchanged in the face of the strong wind. His hair was waving, and his robes were flapping noisily. Looking at the approaching wind, he raised the kitchen knife and said, “Watch carefully, this is how a kitchen knife is used.”
Outside the arena, Mo Yan closed her eyes again. She couldn’t believe that Bu Fang was stupid enough to fight the wind with a kitchen knife. It was suicide!
Zhu Yan and Fang Yu watched with wide eyes, while the clamor in the air subsided. Everyone was wondering how a kitchen knife was supposed to be used.
Buzz…
As one knife light after another appeared in the air, a huge shadow suddenly emerged behind Bu Fang. Holding a long knife in its hand, it threw its head back and gave a roar, then slashed out the knife. The next moment, the knife light all over the sky converged into a knife that seemed powerful enough to rip the sky apart.
Even then, a domineering aura swept out from Bu Fang’s body.
“Overlord Thirteen Blades!”
Knife lights blotted out the sky, roaring and sweeping over the black tornado, filling the air with a constant clanging noise. The next moment, blood sprayed out from the black wind, accompanied by a miserable howl. In the blink of an eye, the black wind had turned into a bloody wind.
Bu Fang put one hand behind his back, then used the other hand to spin the kitchen knife a few times before holding it by the handle.
The wind came to an abrupt end.
With a thud, the Blackwind Continent expert fell to the ground, covered in blood and barely breathing. His clothes were ragged, and he looked very miserable. He seemed to be dying.
The other experts from the Blackwind Continent froze. They couldn’t believe a Nine-star True Immortal was defeated so easily. Also, they didn’t see how the kitchen knife was being used.
“What the hell is going on?!”
Commander Mo Yuan’s eyes lit up as he looked at Bu Fang in surprise, while You Ji, who was watching from a distance, felt a little amazed.
“This guy…”
Boom!
Suddenly, a half-step Saint from the Blackwind Continent jumped into the air and landed in the arena. After sending his seriously injured companion to the others, he stared at Bu Fang.
“How dare a mere chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm hurt a man from the Blackwind Continent…” the half-step Saint said coldly, his eyes filled with killing intent.
Among the crowd outside the arena, the Vajra Realm expert who shouted the loudest nearly choked on his own saliva. His eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn’t believe Bu Fang had such strength. Even he was shocked by the quick attack just now.
“Dammit! No wonder he can rely on the Earth Prison Overlord… He’s quite strong… But if I meet him in the arena, I’ll definitely crush his bones one by one!” He laughed, his voice full of sarcasm.
The din around the arena stopped abruptly with the end of the battle. The result surprised everyone. No one could have imagined that the match would end like that.
Mo Yan’s eyes widened in disbelief, and her mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg. “The Great Demon King… won?!”
Zhu Yan was shaking, and Fang Yu laughed even as he coughed blood. It was a great relief to them to see the guy who tormented them in such a miserable state.
‘Screw them, Great Demon King! I will be your loyal supporter from now on!’ Zhu Yan roared in his mind.
Suddenly, a kitchen knife fell from the sky and struck the ground in front of Zhu Yan, making him break out in a cold sweat.
“Take good care of your kitchen knife. As a chef, you can’t let others take your knife with force under any circumstances. You must cherish it as if it is your own life. Do you understand?” Bu Fang said in a faint voice, looking sideways at Zhu Yan.
Zhu Yan grabbed the kitchen knife with a trembling hand, his blood boiling as he thought, ‘You are the chief now, so whatever you say is right!’
After that, Bu Fang turned to look at the half-step Saint. “Let’s fight now. I’m in a hurry,” he said seriously.
“What an arrogant guy! How dare you humiliate me like this?! Do you think you’re invincible after you defeated a Nine-star True Immortal from the Blackwind Continent? You know nothing!” The half-step Saint narrowed his eyes. The next moment, a pike appeared in his hand. With a furious roar, he dashed toward Bu Fang at full speed.
As he approached, the pike vanished into thin air, drifted through the distance between them like a gust of wind, and then struck the ground where Bu Fang was standing. The ground exploded, and the rubble kept flying in all directions.
The half-step Saint roared again. Holding the pike in one hand, he waved it so fast that it seemed to have turned into a wall. He was going to fill Bu Fang’s body with holes.
The pressure of a half-step Saint was incredibly strong. The whole arena seemed to have become his stage, enveloped in his killing intent.
“Die!”
Black beams of light suddenly shot toward Bu Fang. However, his hands were still clasped behind his back, and his expression remained indifferent. He kept moving, avoiding all the beams that came at him. The dangerous scene caused many people among the audience to exclaim.
In the Immortal Cooking Realm, everyone held their breath as they stared intently at the light screen. The battle was in full swing, making them anxious.
It was a crucial battle that could only be won and not lost. If he lost, the Immortal Cooking Realm’s journey in the team matches would be over. However, many people knew that winning this one was really hard because… Bu Fang’s opponent was a half-step Saint!
Even some city lords were not half-step Saints. How could Bu Fang defeat an opponent of this level?
However, those who knew Bu Fang thought otherwise.
Meng Qi’s eyes glowed as she stared at the light screen. She was just curious about how Bu Fang would teach that Blackwind Continent expert a lesson!
The ground kept exploding, and the air was filled with the shadow of pikes, while sharp energy swept out in every direction. Suddenly, the pike bent and shot abruptly toward Bu Fang’s chest.
Bu Fang stopped dodging. Instead, he raised his hand and grabbed the pike.
Boom!
Everyone stared in disbelief.
“You…” The half-step Saint’s pupils constricted. “How dare you do that?!”
“I’m really in a hurry…” Bu Fang said, frowning.
Suddenly, his belt turned into a beam of white light and lashed the half-step Saint, knocking him flying backward.
‘A belt?! He lashed me with his belt?!’
“Do you know the consequences of enraging a half-step Saint?!” said the expert as he raised a hand. His pike pierced through the air toward him, which he caught deftly.
Boom!
The next moment, a fearsome black wind gathered behind him, as if it were blowing out of ancient times.
“This is the top-grade peculiar wind in the Blackwind Continent, which can blow out everything, including even your soul! You have no idea about the horror of a half-step Saint!”
He waved his pike, and the black wind immediately perched on it. A tearing sound rang out, and the void seemed to be crumbling.
A peculiar wind was like an immortal flame. They were both extraordinary things produced by heaven and earth and possessed great power.
The audience burst into an uproar again.
“He is truly worthy to be a half-step Saint! I can’t believe he knows such a terrifying skill!”
The half-step Saint from the Blackwind Continent smiled triumphantly and said, “Boy, if you have the next life, remember never to anger a half-step Saint, especially one with a rare natural treasure like me!”
As soon as he had finished speaking, the pike in his hand bent sharply and shot out a crescent-shaped beam.
“Taste my Peculiar Wind Pike! Die now!”
Bu Fang stood in place with his hands clasped behind his back, his face expressionless and his robes flapping noisily. The ground around him exploded continuously as a gust of crescent-shaped black wind kept closing in on him. He twitched the corner of his mouth while looking at the grinning half-step Saint.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m also a half-step Saint.”
As soon as his voice rang out, his aura changed. He finally unleashed his divine will, and his cultivation base that had been concealed by the divine will was revealed at this moment! At the same time, his striped red-and-white Vermilion Chef Robe turned crimson and let out a deafening bird cry!
His words made everyone dumbfounded again.
“Ah?!”
The half-step Saint of the Blackwind Continent was so shocked that he could hardly hold his pike!