Gourmet of Another World

Instead of sparks, the clash of the wok and the ladle produced a crisp, somewhat naughty sound.

No one expected Bu Fang to counter Marquis Lang Gu in such a way. Of the three marquises, he was the most eccentric. It was not because he was a cross-dresser, but because of his pellet drum.

He was a soul drummer. Whenever he turned his rattle, the beads hanging on threads on either side of the body would strike the drums and produce a strange sound wave. Such sound waves could not only shatter the stars, they could even throw one’s soul into chaos.

This was the reason why he was called a soul drummer. With the pellet rattle, he could kill people without being seen. This ability made many people fearful when facing him.

However, the experts of District B had witnessed a scene that left them dumbfounded. Instead of backing away from Marquis Lang Gu’s rattle, the chef put up a fight. He took out a wok and a ladle and began to beat them together rhythmically, scattering the sound waves from the rattle.

“I can’t believe he’s able to suppress Marquis Lang Gu’s rattle!”

“Is this chef a soul gong player?!”

“He uses the wok for a gong and the ladle for a mallet? Is this now a battle between a soul gong player and a soul drummer? Who’s going to win?”

For a moment, the onlookers were a little dumbfounded, and they even found it somewhat comical.

“Huh? This is interesting! I didn’t expect this little chef would use such a method to counter my rattle.”

Marquis Lang Gu held up his pinkie and narrowed his eyes. Fury could be seen surging in them. It was as if he had met a rare opponent—he suddenly became very interested in Bu Fang.

“In that case, this sister will play with you.” He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

Leaning against her bloody knife, Marchioness Moti gave Marquis Lang Gu a look of disgust. However, she was also looking forward to this unique clash. She wondered who was better, the black wok or the pellet drum?

Bu Fang, possessed by Qilin, was having a great time rapping the wok. He held the ladle in one hand and struck the black wok in the center with each blow, producing a strange sound wave. As he kept striking, he seemed to get happier and happier, and he even managed to play a rhythmic tune.

Suddenly, Marquis Lang Gu fought back. He focused his eyes and began to turn the rattle. The drumbeat became more and more intense and faster.

Dom! Dom! Dom! Dom!

The rapid drumbeat regained control of the battlefield. Each beat seemed to strike the listeners’ hearts, filling them with a sense of uneasiness. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.

Many experts who had not yet reached the level of Saints of the Great Path coughed blood and flew backward. They tried to cover their ears, but it was useless. Blood was pouring from their mouths and noses, and they felt as if their souls were about to be torn apart.

Even Saints of the Great Path had turned pale. They struggled to steady their souls, to keep them from being impacted by the drumbeat.

With a smile on his face, Marquis Lang Gu held up his pinkie, pointed his index finger at Bu Fang, and said, “Now, little chef, do you see how good this sister is?”

Bu Fang’s purple hair fluttered in the wind. The sound produced by the ladle hitting the wok was drowned out, which made him raise his brows slightly. The next moment, he shook his hand. The ladle spun around his wrist, then he mustered all his strength and struck it hard on the wok.

Duang!

A rumbling sound exploded like thunder. At this moment, the whole District B was shaking. The surfaces of many buildings cracked, while some experts coughed up blood, flew backward, and then fell to their knees, howling miserably.

Marquis Lang Gu’s expression changed dramatically as well. Struck by the powerful sound wave, his rattle flew out of his hand, and a crack appeared across its surface.

“You want more? I can make it even louder.” Purple-haired Bu Fang smiled evilly.

Marquis Lang Gu’s face darkened. Glancing at the crack on his rattle, he felt his heart bleed. He did not know how long it would take him to repair the rattle.

In his spirit sea, the corner of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched violently. He had never known that the God of Cooking Sets could be played like this. He felt that he had discovered an incredible secret about them.

Black Turtle, on the other hand, looked very distressed. “Do you really think the Black Turtle Constellation Wok is not a wok? Why did you hit it so hard? What if you smash it?” He looked like he had a deep resentment in him. Obviously, the black wok must have been hit many times like this in the past.

Perhaps only the collision of the wok and the ladle could produce such an interesting spark.

Purple-haired Bu Fang held the ladle in one hand and the wok in the other. There was no doubt that he had crushed everything and gained an absolute advantage.

Marquis Lang Gu put away his rattle. His face was livid. “Little Moti, I’m very angry now…” he said.

Marchioness Moti narrowed her eyes and said, “Let’s kill him together.”

“I was going to put him to death with the drumbeat, but now I’m angry. I’m going to tear him to pieces!” said Marquis Lang Gu.

As he spoke, his voice went from effeminate to increasingly gruff. Eventually, it sounded as hoarse and violent as the voice of a ferocious beast. At the same time, his slim and enchanting figure expanded.

His clothes were torn apart as he gradually transformed into a monstrous ape! A terrifying aura erupted from his body, and when he opened his mouth, he revealed pointy teeth that glinted coldly!

Marquis Lang Gu had transformed into a demon ape! He was a Chaotic-Saint-level monster! No one could have imagined that this demon ape was a sissy when he was still in human form. In just the blink of an eye, he had become so fierce and violent!

Marchioness Moti focused her eyes. Holding the bloody knife, she leaped up and landed on the demon ape’s shoulder.

The ape raised his fists and slammed his chest vigorously, producing a deafening sound like that of his rattle. This time, however, the sound directly cracked the souls of many!

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The demon ape’s body was extremely huge, towering like a mountain, and each of his hair was like a sharp spear. This was a truly peerless beast, a monster that could destroy an entire universe!

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and roared. A blast of air blew away everything, and a lot of buildings were either brought down by it or tumbled across the district.

Bu Fang hovered in midair, carrying the wok and the ladle. He was unmoved by the sudden change. His purple hair fluttered wildly in the blast of air that was blowing toward him.

“So you’re an ape. Little Host will like you,” he muttered as the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

Suddenly, Bu Fang, in his spirit sea, heard Qilin’s voice transmission.

“Little Host, you’d better not just look and do nothing. Make good use of the time to perfect that chaos pot of yours. It’s your trump card to blow up the city later,” Qilin said.

Bu Fang froze for a moment. Did Qilin mean the Chaos Pot of Creation? It was just something he came up with on a whim. Yes, it was powerful, at least stronger than the Perishing Pot, but it was not too strong either. It could be used to blow up ordinary Chaotic Saints, but it would not be powerful enough when his opponents were marquises or dukes.

“That’s why I told you to perfect it. I can help you in District B, but when you get to District A… Hmph, I’ll be very busy then.”

“What will you be up to?” Bu Fang asked, puzzled.

“Sleep.” After saying that, Qilin cut off his contact with Bu Fang.

The corner of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched. In his opinion, Qilin was not afraid of the three dukes of District A but the Queen of Curses who had never shown up. She was definitely the big boss of this city.

It was true that Bu Fang had nothing to do at the moment. So, with a thought, his consciousness went into the Heaven and Earth Farmland, found Niu Hansan, and began to study the Chaos Pot of Creation with the latter. He knew that Qilin should have no trouble in dealing with the two marquises. And so it was.

The bloody knife made a quick slash. A huge energy blast burst out of the blade as if to cut half of the city to pieces. At the same time, the great ape’s fist fell from the sky and went straight at Bu Fang. Marquis Lang Gu in the form of a giant ape did not have mighty magic power, but his strength was unbelievably strong. He could easily smash the stars.

Purple-haired Bu Fang did not move. Focusing his eyes, he raised his hand, thrust out the ladle, and smashed it on the energy blast. With a single blow, he destroyed the blast. The next moment, the ape’s fist closed in on him with heart-stopping force.

This time, Bu Fang lifted his other hand. Purple energy flowed and converged rapidly over the Taotie arm. Suddenly, with a deafening bestial roar, the head of a Qilin emerged on arm. Wrapping the fist, the purple Qilin rushed forward and collided with the giant ape’s fist!

Everyone was stunned. Why was this chef so good at fighting?!

The collision of the two fists generated a deafening sound that shocked the city. The visual impact of a tiny fist colliding with a huge, mountain-like fist was tremendous. To the onlookers, Bu Fang was simply biting off more than he could chew. What happened next, however, was a slap in their faces.

Bu Fang managed to block the great ape’s fist! He was fighting two marquises alone, and yet he was not in a disadvantageous position!

“This is unbelievable! He did it!”

“If he has such strength, why did he participate in the ranking battle? Wouldn’t it be better if he just fought all the way here?!”

The faces of many nobles turned black. Did Bu Fang participate in the battle to make them lose money? Some of them who had lost all their money were cursing him inwardly.

If Bu Fang knew what they thought of him, he would feel very wronged. Why would they blame him when it was their own decision that caused them to lose money?

On the ground, Whitey had finished absorbing. The souls of all the Blood Guards, as well as ten Saints of the Great Path, were swallowed by it. Foxy landed on its shoulder, while Shrimpy was lying on its head, looking like a golden crown.

In the distance, the two marquises who had reached a stalemate with purple-haired Bu Fang narrowed their eyes.

Marchioness Moti felt her heart bleed. She still could not believe that her proud and invincible Blood Guards had been mostly wiped out here. It was all the puppet’s fault. It made her boil with anger!

“Marquis Lang Gu, hold off that chef… I’ll destroy that puppet first, then I’ll help you suppress him!”

Marchioness Moti gripped her bloody sword tightly, her eyes bursting with murderous intent. Since the puppet had wiped out her Blood Guards, she was going to make it spit out everything it had eaten!

The great ape roared as if in response to her. Then, he took her in his huge palm and flung her forward. In the blink of an eye, Marchioness Moti turned into a stream of bloody light and rushed toward Whitey at an astonishing speed.

Purple-haired Bu Fang glanced at them. Instead of stopping them, he smiled playfully. He was looking forward to seeing how strong Whitey, who had devoured the souls of an entire army, would become.

Marchioness Moti’s speed was too fast. As she flew through the air, her bloody sword cut the void to pieces. Filled with rage, she wanted to kill the puppet. A tremendous amount of Chaotic Energy flowed into her knife. This was the strongest blow she could unleash at the moment!

The whistling sound from the sharp blade cutting through the air tore the eardrums of many people, and the ground of District B began to crack as if it could not withstand the power of the blow.

In a flash, Marchioness Moti was right in front of Whitey, bringing the bloody sword down toward its head!

Whitey’s round body was sitting on the ground. It seemed to be digesting. Suddenly, its mechanical eyes rotated and stared at Marchioness Moti, cold and merciless. The next moment, it raised its palm and grabbed the bloody knife.

Sharp energy kept slashing down and cutting everything. The blow had even created a huge trench in the ground behind Whitey. However, it did not move and just grabbed the bloody knife.

Marchioness Moti held the knife with both hands. At this moment, her expression finally changed.