Gourmet of Another World Chapter 1263 - Stubborn Wandering Soul Realm Experts

Chapter 1263 Stubborn Wandering Soul Realm ExpertsA sound of teeth chattering rang out in the arena. Bu Fang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression unchanged. Across from him was the Wandering Soul Realm Little Saint, his hair falling over his eyes and face that turned as white as a sheet.The atmosphere was somewhat awkward for a moment.

The sound came from the Little Saint’s mouth. Upon hearing it, everyone froze and stared wide-eyed at the arena.
“What happened?”
“Hasn’t the little chef lost yet?”
“His spirit sea is invaded by a Wandering Soul Realm Little Saint, and it’s very likely that he will become a fool. Did he manage to resist it?”
Everyone present knew the horror of the Wandering Soul Realm, so they found it hard to believe that Bu Fang could survive the attack. The Wandering Soul Realm experts focused on the mental force, which should be fatal to him. After all, in everyone’s eyes, he was just a half-step Saint. The mental force of a half-step Saint was at least twice as weak as that of a Little Saint, so he naturally could not resist the invasion of his opponent.
“What’s the result?!”
“It’s not clear who won for the time being…”
“The atmosphere is so depressing…”
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the arena. No one knew who won the match. Suddenly, some people’s eyes narrowed because they saw Bu Fang move.
Bu Fang’s fingers twitched slightly, then he raised his hand and flicked his finger between the Little Saint’s eyebrows. The Wandering Soul Realm expert staggered back a few steps and sat down on the ground. His eyes were glazed, and he kept clapping his hands, while his face showed a silly expression with drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.
The scene made everyone gasp in disbelief. From what they could see, the Wandering Soul Realm Little Saint seemed to have become a fool. Looking at him, all the experts from various small worlds were struck dumb. A Little Saint had invaded the spirit sea of a half-step Saint, but in the end, it was the Little Saint who became a fool, and he was even a Little Saint who was good at spiritual manipulation! Their eyes didn’t deceive them, did they?
“How is this possible?! How could Soul Eight fail? He was just fighting with a half-step Saint. How could he fail?” All the Wandering Soul Realm experts were shocked by the result, while the woman who led them stared with wide eyes.
They were all too familiar with the way Soul Eight looked now. It was an idiotic look that occurred only after one’s mental force was completely destroyed. However, shouldn’t this happen to the half-step Saint?
‘Can it be that the ghost slave backfired?’ the woman suddenly thought of this.
Soul Eight’s ghost slave was notoriously unruly. He was probably attacked by it when he tried to devour the half-step Saint’s mental force. It was quite possible. If this was the case, it could explain why Soul Eight had become a fool. Of course, she didn’t want to believe that the half-step Saint had caused this. In her opinion, this was completely impossible. Soul Eight, after all, was a Little Saint.
Bu Fang’s eyes were much clearer now. He gave his neck a twist. Looking at the Little Saint, who had become a fool after losing his wits, his face flickered with a strange expression.
The Wandering Soul Realm expert had brought this to himself. If he didn’t get into Bu Fang’s spirit sea, it wouldn’t be so easy for Bu Fang to defeat him. His action was literally courting death. After losing his mental force, his cultivation base would begin to slowly dissipate, and soon he would die. There was no way to reverse this because mental force was the root of human beings. It connected to the soul, so when the mental force was destroyed, the soul was broken as well, and the person would soon die.
Commander Mo Yuan returned to the arena. He gave Bu Fang a surprised look as if he hadn’t expected him to win so easily. After carefully examining Soul Eight’s condition, he announced loudly, “The winner is the Immortal Cooking Realm.”
The Wandering Soul Realm experts rushed into the arena and brought Soul Eight back. The woman held out a palm and laid it on his head. An invisible fluctuation spread out in an instant.
“Hmm? His soul and mental force were torn to pieces at the same time. Soul Eight was indeed attacked by his ghost slave, who should have died with him,” she said coldly.
“That boy’s lucky! Look at his confused face… Obviously, he doesn’t even know how he had won the match,” said another expert.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at a young man beside her. “Soul Three… You will fight him next! Your ghost slave is the most loyal, so it’s impossible that it will attack you. Remember, turn this boy into a fool this time!” said the woman. Her cold voice made everyone tremble.
“No problem… Chief, you just wait for my good news! I’m not like that useless Soul Eight,” the young man said with a smile. Then, he kicked the ground, drifted into the arena like a ghost, and stood in front of Bu Fang. He was clad in a long white robe, his hands hanging stiffly at his sides. His hair was messy, and his eyes flashed with black light.
“Oh… Another one?” Bu Fang narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t think you’re invincible just because you defeated Soul Eight. The horror of the Wandering Soul Realm is beyond the imagination of a mere half-step Saint from a third-class small world like you…” said Soul Three. His voice was hoarse with a touch of unruliness.
Commander Mo Yuan glanced at both of them and announced the start of the match.
Bu Fang let out a soft sigh.
The next moment, the young man also turned into a cloud of black smoke and rushed into Bu Fang’s head in an instant.
‘The same trick again?’ Bu Fang’s expression suddenly became very strange. ‘Is this all the Wandering Soul Realm experts can do?’
Outside the arena, the Wandering Soul Realm contestants looked on gloomily. They were looking forward to seeing Bu Fang’s mental force shatter, anxious to see him turn into a fool. Soul Three would never fail, or so they thought.
…
In Bu Fang’s spirit sea, another figure appeared. The Golden Divine Dragon, who was yawning, paused momentarily.
“Another one? The Little Host’s spirit sea is really quite lively…” As soon as he finished saying that, he reached out his dragon claw again.
Soon, the only sound left in the spirit sea was Soul Three’s miserable howl.
…
Bu Fang was too lazy to enter his spirit sea this time. He produced a chair from the System’s storage space, sat down, then took out some spirit fruits and ate them leisurely. The Wandering Soul Realm Little Saint, Soul Three, was staring at him from not far away.
His calm manner put a strange look on every face.
“Did this guy give up already?”
“Is it because he knows he can’t resist the Little Saint’s attack, so he chose to die happily?”
“But… Why do I feel something’s not right here?”
Suddenly, Soul Three moved. A frightened expression came over his face, and then he staggered several steps back, sat down, and even rolled on the ground. Before long, he began to shiver, and the look on his face became like that of a fool.
The scene made everyone suck in a cold breath.
Soul Three had also become a fool.
At the sight of this, all the Wandering Soul Realm experts’ hairs stood up.
“How could that be?! Soul Three’s ghost slave is extremely loyal and stable! It will never attack him! Why has he become a fool too?! By the look of it, his mental force should have been torn to pieces as well… But why did that little chef look perfectly fine? What the hell is going on?!”
The Wandering Soul Realm experts were shivering all over. Bu Fang’s calm manner made them feel as if anger was burning in their chests! They wished they could tear him to pieces now!
“Dammit! Soul Three boasted that his ghost slave is the most loyal one, and yet the same thing happened to him too! A piece of junk!” The grim woman of the Wandering Soul Realm was furious.
“Could Soul Three have been killed by Soul Eight’s ghost slave?”
Someone put forward this idea, and it immediately won everyone’s unanimous approval. This was a very likely scenario. Soul Eight was devoured by his ghost slave, who might still be in the boy’s spirit sea. When it was about to devour the boy’s spirit sea, Soul Three arrived, and they had a fierce fight. As a result, Soul Eight’s ghost slave devoured Soul Three.
“This boy is really lucky!” said one Wandering Soul Realm expert coldly.
Suddenly, the grim woman moved. Her white robe fluttered, and in the next instant, she had appeared in the arena, surrounded by many ghostly figures.
“Let me send you to your death,” she said coldly.
Bu Fang glanced at the woman, stuffed the fruit in his hand into his mouth, chewed it for a while, then spit out a seed.
“This woman is the leader of the Wandering Soul Realm! She’s very fearsome!”
“Yes! Her name is Demon One, and she boasts that she is as strong as Nether Prison geniuses… Among all the experts from first-class worlds, she can be considered as one of the top experts.”
“This little chef will die this time!”
The audience went into an uproar when they saw the woman step into the arena. Her appearance made many experts gasp, whether they came from the Vajra Realm, Earth Prison, the Winged Man Valley, the West Little Buddhism Realm, or even the Abyss. These experts watched the battle in the arena nervously, eager to know the final result of the match.
A gust of chilly wind began to blow in the arena. Soon, the woman turned into a puff of black smoke and went into Bu Fang’s spirit sea.
‘Again?’ Bu Fang rolled his eyes. ‘She’s using the same trick too. These Wandering Soul Realm experts are really f*cking stubborn! Both their teammates have become fools. Why do they still want to rush into my spirit sea? Do they like being tortured so much?’
In his spirit sea, he had not only the Artifact Spirits of the God of Cooking Set, but also his divine will Phantom Spirit. These guys’ mental forces could never do him any harm.
As soon as the woman struck, the other Wandering Soul Realm contestants began to scream, and their faces lit up with excitement. Obviously, they thought the woman would succeed.
Bu Fang grabbed a spirit fruit, took a bite, then turned his eyes and squinted at the Wandering Soul Realm experts outside the arena. The look in his eyes made their cheers gradually fade. Soon, they all stared at him blankly.
‘Why are we cheering? What if the Chief also fails?’
As soon as this thought came to them, the woman let out a terrible cry. Blood flowed out of her seven orifices as she staggered back, her head in her hands and her body writhing violently.
“Hmm?” Bu Fang paused. He didn’t expect that the woman did not immediately become a fool. However, he quickly understood the reason.
Because of the failure of the first two contestants, the woman was much more careful. She only sent seventy percent of her mental force into Bu Fang’s spirit sea and left the remaining thirty percent in her body. Now, as the seventy-percent mental force was destroyed by the Golden Divine Dragon, she was experiencing a backfire.
“You… You have formed the divine will… What are… those monsters in your spirit sea?!” growled the woman. As blood was oozing out of her seven orifices, she appeared more horrible and ferocious.
Her words stunned everyone present.
Divine will? How could a mere half-step Saint form the divine will?
Bu Fang stuffed the last spirit fruit into his mouth, shook the water from his hand, and glanced indifferently from the corners of his eyes at the woman. The next moment, a storm set off in his spirit sea, and his divine will poured out of his body.
Over his spirit sea, the closed eyes of the divine will Phantom Spirit flicked open and shone with dazzling golden light.
Outside the arena, the audience’s pupils constricted. They suddenly felt a terrible pressure sweep over them, which made them breathe faster.
Divine will… This was really the pressure from one’s divine will!
All of a sudden, Bu Fang’s body burst into golden light, while a huge divine will Phantom Spirit emerged above his head. At this moment, he looked like a god.
The appearance of his divine will stunned everyone.