"A troublesome character, no wonder the three organizations couldn't take him down..."
The man in black arrived on the street, muttering to himself.
Passersby didn't glance at him, as if he didn't exist at all.
For the past two days, he had been looking for an opportunity to eliminate this menace.
Although Chen Shu appeared normal, he possessed a natural, almost instinctive intuition that his success rate in an attack would be at least 80%.
It was precisely because of this intuition that he hadn't failed once in his many years of work.
When faced with an enemy he wasn't confident about, he would generally choose to give up.
As long as he didn't make a move, it wouldn't count as a failure...
...
"Let's try the taste..."
In the hotel, Zhang Dali had cooked a table full of King-grade meat, filling the entire room with an enticing aroma.
Chen Shu didn't stand on ceremony and began to devour it ravenously.
As he swallowed, he said, "Dali, I think your spot in the finals is secured."
"It depends on luck."
Zhang Dali propped his chin with his hand, his eyes filled with thought and anticipation.
Throughout the years, no one had ever used King-grade flesh and blood as a dish, especially a Golden King, which was truly extravagant.
"Brother says you can do it, and you definitely can!"
Chen Shu grinned and said, "If you really fail, I'll snatch the trophy for you!"
"..."
Zhang Dali's mouth twitched, and he said, "Forget it, I don't want to be wanted by the whole world..."
The two chatted and even fantasized about the glorious moments after winning the championship...
The next morning,
The two woke up early. In fact, everyone in the city had already woken up.
To secure a good viewing spot, some had even stayed near the plaza all night.
The finals of the Food God Cup might not be a world-shattering event,
But for the spiritual chef world, it was a sensational moment that every spiritual chef would pay attention to.
"Let's go!"
The two left the hotel with radiant spirits.
Regardless of the outcome, confidence had to be displayed.
At the same time, the plaza in the center of Nanqing City was already crowded with people, each cheering for their supported contestants.
This was the moment of universal attention!
"Everyone, today is the final of the Food God Cup!"
Fu Ning, the strongest in Nanqing Country, personally came to the stage, saying with a touch of excitement:
"I am honored that Nanqing Country can be the host of this year's Food God Cup, and to personally witness the birth of a new Food God!"
"Today will be the moment for the ten contestants to go all out. I believe their ultimate dishes will not disappoint everyone. Let us wait and see..."
"Please welcome the ten top spiritual chefs!"
Instantly, ten contestants stepped onto the red carpet, wearing spiritual chef attire, and arrived at their workstations.
Except for Zhang Dali, the other nine were all top-tier King-level spiritual chefs, their skill no less than his mentor's.
In terms of spiritual chef level and age, he was an anomaly among anomalies.
For a time, Zhang Dali's attention even surpassed that of the other nine combined, especially with most of the laypeople supporting him.
"Judges..."
Just then, Zhang Dali looked towards the ten judges above.
One judge asked with some confusion, "Contestant Zhang Dali, is there a problem?"
He thought for a moment and said, "Can I... use the two workstations next to me?"
"Hmm?"
Everyone was slightly stunned and seemed a bit bewildered.
The workstations provided for the competition were naturally of the highest standard, fully capable of allowing spiritual chefs to perform to their fullest, and there was no situation where they would be insufficient.
The ten judges deliberated and finally gave an affirmative reply,
After all, the competition rules did not explicitly prohibit it.
Zhang Dali nodded, his gaze falling on the two adjacent workstations.
Now that they had reached the finals, the workstations of the ten individuals were spaced far apart, also to prevent malicious interference.
Fu Ning announced, "The competition rules are the same as the previous two rounds. The competition officially begins now!"
Beep beep beep—
The large clock on the statue began to tick again. The time limit for the finals was three hours, which was generally enough for the contestants to perform to their best.
"Could Dali have some other tricks up his sleeve?"
Chen Shu stood at the very front of the crowd, a hint of thought in his eyes.
The two were sworn brothers who grew up together, both fond of pulling off outrageous things.
As the competition began, all ten contestants closed their eyes, clearing their minds of distractions, focused solely on cooking their best dishes.
Ten minutes later, the contestants gradually opened their eyes.
Crack!
Zhang Dali did the same, immediately taking out his main ingredient for this competition and placing it on the workstation.
"Hmm?"
The judges were slightly taken aback, but then their expressions turned to shock, even disbelief.
"Damn! This meat smells so good! Is it real flesh and blood?"
"This meat is a bit unconventional, did they add any additives?"
The crowd's noses twitched as they instantly caught the aroma of Dali's ingredient.
Even the flesh and blood of ferocious beasts still carried a bloody scent; such a fragrant flesh and blood was truly unbelievable.
"It's King-grade flesh and blood! And it's Golden-grade, no less?!"
Fu Ning, floating above, was startled and immediately recognized it.
"Huh? You've seen it?"
Kake, standing behind him, was somewhat confused and hadn't reacted.
In fact, many King-level beast tamers had never seen King-grade flesh and blood, especially those from small and medium-sized countries.
"Uh... I've seen it in textbooks."
Fu Ning smiled, then looked down, muttering, "Isn't this too extravagant?"
The flesh and blood of a Golden King was priceless, with exorbitant purchase prices from various countries, making it an extremely rare material.
Kake looked at Chen Shu in the crowd and said,
"Isn't the champion's reward for that kid King-grade flesh and blood?"
"Hmm? It seems so."
Fu Ning was slightly taken aback, then his expression softened, realizing why the two had Golden King-grade flesh and blood.
"Using a King as an ingredient... an interesting idea..."
The judges in the middle also recognized it one after another, not expecting Zhang Dali's trump card to be this.
"However, ingredients are only one aspect; the key is still the cooking technique..."
They weren't overly optimistic, although the King-grade flesh and blood was astonishing, whether it would receive a high score still depended on the cooking skill.