1243 Big Brother with Big Breasts and No Brain

"A meatball?"

The audience was somewhat speechless.

"Everyone knows that you are a chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm. You don't have to pull out a meatball in the arena to prove who you are."

"But… That meatball is surprisingly fragrant."

Many people watched Bu Fang as he put the meatball into his mouth and slowly took a bite. Shortly after, they all smelled the strong, intoxicating aroma that wafted out of it.

"It seems really delicious!"

Some were so amazed that they swallowed. They couldn't understand why they would be attracted to a meatball. However, they soon came to their senses and stared at Bu Fang, wondering how a meatball could win the match for him.

Meanwhile, the top half-step Saint from the Blackwind Continent sneered. His cold laughter came from the spinning black wind as the huge invisible hand condensed of the Will of the Great Path mercilessly slapped down at Bu Fang.

Commander Mo Yuan watched coldly and didn't intervene. His eyes were flashing. He was a little curious about how Bu Fang would cope with his opponent's move. After all, the match had already involved the Will of the Great Path. In other words, it had escalated to the level of Little Saints, and he knew that this level would be the standard for future matches. In this tournament, half-step Saints couldn't last to the end.

"A meatball?" Commander Mo Yuan squinted at Bu Fang.

Not only him, but many people also exclaimed in surprise.

"I think this boy has lost all hope! He wants to eat his fill before he dies, so he will not become a hungry ghost after death!" The Vajra Realm expert grinned and mocked outside the arena.

Many people around him agreed with him. However, there were also others who looked serious, such as the monks from the West Little Buddhism Realm, the blond experts from the Winged Man Valley, who wore masks and had pure-white feathered wings on their backs, and the Wandering Soul Realm experts, whose faces were deathly pale.

Their perceptions were very strong, and the top experts among them had even condensed divine wills. Therefore, they could sense the terrible power contained in the golden meatball in Bu Fang's hand and the Will of the Great Path in it. They didn't dare to underestimate the meatball, and they couldn't predict who would be the final winner of the match. However, they also wondered why the meatball contained the Will of the Great Path, and what a meatball could achieve.

On the other hand, the people in the Immortal Cooking Realm were fired up. Yes, they were actually looking forward to what would happen next. When they saw Bu Fang take out the meatball, they couldn't contain their excitement. 

Of course, some people were confused, but then the immortal chefs around them excitedly explained to them.

"The meatball is the Great Demon King's terrifying weapon!"

"Do you know how the Great Demon King stood against an army alone?"

"That's right! He did it with meatballs, the magical meatballs!" 

The immortal chefs chattered excitedly as they stared at the light screen, eager to see the explosion caused by the meatball. This time, they trusted Bu Fang without reservations. After all, there were no other meatballs in this world like his.

Buzz…

The palm that blotted out the sky came slapping down. The arena began to crack as if it could not withstand the tremendous force. Rubble rolled down, and under the mighty pressure, broke and crumbled into powder. Since this was only the preliminary round, Earth Prison had not prepared stronger arenas. As a result, it began to break as soon as a move that contained the Will of the Great Path was used.

Boom!

Bu Fang stood where he was. The meatball, half-bitten by him, was spewing hot steam and twitching violently in his hands as if it couldn't wait to leave his grip and destroy everything. He held it between his fingers with an indifferent look. As the pressure came falling down, the Vermilion Chef Robe flapped noisily and clung to his skin.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, and with a flick of his finger, the meatball shot out, flying in a graceful curve toward the hand that was falling from the sky.

"A mere meatball… also wants to resist the destruction of the Will of the Great Path? Go to hell, you little reptile from the Immortal Cooking Realm!" the half-step Saint of the Blackwind Continent roared as he stood in the void, his body looming in the black wind.

Even then, the golden meatball soared into the sky and collided with the palm.

Boom! 

With a loud rumble, the palm was suddenly torn apart.

Buzz…

The meatball whistled with steam rising from it, while its speed kept increasing. Eventually, it turned into a golden shooting star, pierced out of the invisible palm condensed of the Will of the Great Path, and shot straight toward the half-step Saint.

Boom!

An explosion broke out in the sky. Flames swept in all directions, filling everyone's vision. The crowd gasped and couldn't believe what they saw.

"The meatball exploded!"

"This is so bizarre! Does the Immortal Cooking Realm have such means now? Meatballs that will explode?"

A miserable scream rang through the void. The half-step Saint from the Blackwind Continent was enveloped in flames. He kept howling and struggling, but he couldn't get rid of them—the flames grew stronger when there was a wind. Before very long, he was completely devoured by the flames.

Down below, the audience fell into silence. The people who saw this didn't know what to say. They thought the half-step Saint would crush his opponent, but in the end, he was the one who was being crushed. The chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm didn't even make a move but just threw out a meatball to defeat him. Such a method was truly extraordinary.

The Vajra Realm expert didn't know what to say anymore. His mouth twitched as he stared at the void.

Among the audience, some were astonished, some were shocked, and some had monstrous killing intent in their eyes.

The contestants from the Abyss were all clad in blood-colored robes. They were elites carefully selected from the law enforcement team, and their aura and strength were very strong. Looking at the explosion in the sky, their eyes were full of killing intent.

They were very familiar with the meatball, the explosion, and the flames in the sky because countless of their brothers were killed by similar explosions.

The guy from the Immortal Cooking Ream who destroyed their array had finally shown up.

"Captain…" an Abyss expert said to their leader.

"It's not the right time. If you meet any contestant from the Immortal Cooking Realm in the arena… Show no mercy!" A cold voice resounded through the air, and the contestants from the Abyss all nodded.

The battle ended in a way that no one expected. The contestants of the Blackwind Continent turned pale. Not only them, but everyone watching the match on the light screen in their homeland also turned white with fear. They couldn't believe that the top half-step Saint from their world would be killed by a meatball and lost the match in such an ugly way. It was probably the worst defeat in history, being killed by a meatball.

With a thud, the half-step Saint fell miserably into the arena. Although he was not dead, he was seriously injured. Now that Bu Fang's cultivation base had improved a lot, it was not difficult for him to severely injure a half-step Saint with an Explosive Meatball.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Bu Fang glanced at the miserable half-step Saint, then turned to Commander Mo Yuan.

"The winner is the Immortal Cooking Realm team," announced the commander as he gave Bu Fang a deep look.

Upon hearing the announcement, Zhu Yan burst into tears of joy, Mo Yan put a hand over her mouth, and Fang Yu waved his fist excitedly. They made it to the next round!

The corners of Bu Fang's mouth twitched slightly as he thought, 'Good. I should go back and continue cooking, or else the demon frog meat will really burn.'

When Commander Mo Yuan announced that the match was over, Bu Fang took out a velvet rope from the System's storage space, tied his hair with it, and walked slowly out of the arena. His calm look made the female immortal chefs watching the match on the light screen in the Immortal Cooking Realm scream incessantly.

To them, this handsome, cool, and indifferent Great Demon King exuded a different kind of attraction.

Tap, tap, tap...

With his hands clasped behind him, Bu Fang walked toward his stall. Suddenly, he stopped. A hand appeared in front of him and was slapping toward his head. His eyes narrowed slightly, while the people who had been watching him all cried out. Even then, he raised his bandaged arm and collided with the hand. 

A loud bang rang out as a tremendous force erupted from the hand. Bu Fang felt his body tremble slightly. He raised his eyes in surprise and saw that it was none other than the Vajra Realm expert who was blocking him. 

The big guy had a shocked look on his face as if he didn't expect Bu Fang to be able to resist his slap with pure physical strength.

"What's the matter?" Bu Fang looked at the big guy with a straight face. 

The expert grinned and was about to speak, but Bu Fang cut him off. "Don't say anything. I don't want to listen to you now. If you continue to block me, my frog meat will burn. If the meat burns, can you pay for it?" 

The man's face turned purple as he stared at Bu Fang with wide eyes. "Dammit! I'm so f*cking sick of you that I want to trash-talk you! Why are you talking about your frog meat?!" 

Bu Fang sighed, drew back his hand from the expert's palm, and said in a faint voice, "Guys… this big brother with big breasts and no brain stopped me from cooking. What do you think I should do?"

The Vajra Realm expert was stunned. 'Big breasts with no brain? Who the f*ck do you say has big breasts and no brain? These are my pectoral muscles! Do you know what a pectoral muscle is?!' 

"Dammit… You're courting death!"

The burly guy flew into a rage. However, he soon felt a chill. He felt as if there were many murderous eyes looking at him from behind, and that gave him a pause.

"Amitabha! My dear benefactor with big breasts and no brain… What you did is wrong." The monk, Fa Wu, suddenly appeared in front of him.

The Vajra Realm expert's eyes went wide. "An eminent monk of the West Little Buddhism Realm?"

The next moment, he saw a fist getting bigger and bigger. In a twinkling, it hit him in the eye. To his disbelief, the monk rolled up his robes and was the first to beat him.

"Dammit! F*cking eminent monk… How dare you hit me?! You bald donkey!"

He flew into a rage and growled. However, his voice came to an abrupt stop, because in addition to Fa Wu, there was a large group of people in front of him. Many of them were experts from small worlds stronger than his world, sending shivers down his spine. 

"I..." The Vajra Realm expert wanted to say something, but as soon as he made a sound, he was drowned by the crowd and could only whimper sadly.

Bu Fang shook his head. 'Is the wrath of foodies so easy to hold back? He is too young, too naive…'

"Dammit! Little lizard from the Immortal Cooking Realm, just you wait! If we meet in the arena, I'll break your bones one by one… Ouch! Who is it? Don't touch my chest!" The Vajra Realm expert's angry voice rang out from the crowd.

Looking at the commotion outside the arena, the audience was rendered speechless.

Bu Fang didn't linger. Under the stunned gaze of Zhu Yan and others, he walked straight away from the arena.

In front of Fang Fang Little Stall, Xuanyuan Xiahui's eyes grew wider and wider as sweat poured out of his body like a waterfall, flowing all over the ground. His eyes were bloodshot, and his mental force was almost fully exhausted. The pressure from the demon frog meat on the iron plate was about to crush him.

'Owner Bu, why haven't you come back yet? I can't hold on any longer!'

Just when his nerves were so tense that they were about to break, a powerful mental force suddenly poured over, enveloped his mental force, and relieved him of all the pressure. He looked up and saw Bu Fang coming toward him.

…

It was not until Commander Mo Yuan shouted at them that the fight in front of the arena stopped. The crowd dispersed and swaggered toward Fang Fang Little Stall, which aroused the curiosity of many people.

Commander Mo Yuan glanced at the Vajra Realm expert, who had been beaten black and blue, and thought, 'He who plays with fire gets burned…' Then, he gave the jade talisman in his hand a look, cleared his throat, and announced, "The next match is between the North Cloud Sea team and the Abyss team."