Chapter 1710: 1710

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The miracle did… begin.

The nobles laughing in the fighting pit no longer laughed. Rather, they stared at the image in shock and disbelief.

“This cannot be…”

“Those bugs are going to… defy heaven!”

“What a familiar situation… Are our bets going to… leave us again?!”

A few nobles gritted their teeth. The familiar feeling that hit them in the faces nearly knocked them off their feet.

Countess Xia Qiu’s pupils constricted. Although deep in her heart, she hoped that Bu Fang would not repeat that man’s footsteps—she never thought that he could do this.

‘Is this chef going to complete the feat that no one had achieved for countless years? Perhaps… there really is hope? But… this should be something impossible…’

The curses of Void City were everywhere. What had been torturing these exiles were the curses from the Queen of Curses. Except for dark cuisine, nothing could suppress the torture and pain brought by those curses.

Would these exiles, who had been tortured by the curses for countless years, give up the cure just to satisfy their appetite? Therefore, no chefs could defeat this dark cuisine.

…

The exiles kept slamming at the wooden cart, causing it to creak. One of them, who was dirty and skinny, pulled the exile who had eaten Bu Fang’s bun to his feet. The curse power on the exile’s arm was suppressed and almost disappeared.

“This is… real!”

At that moment, an uproar broke out among the exiles. It turned out that apart from the dark cuisine, there was another cuisine that could stop the curses in them. How could this not drive them crazy?

As if their doubts were solved, the exiles raised their heads and stared at Bu Fang with bright eyes filled with desire.

“Don’t push. One at a time,” Bu Fang said. The next moment, he raised his hand and kept flicking his finger. One bean paste bun after another shot out from the wooden cart, turned into light streams, and plunged into the crowd.

A commotion broke out in the crowd as the exiles fought for the buns. Those who got the buns impatiently shoved them into their mouths.

One exile got the bun, then the second one… As they began to eat the buns, their eyes became wet. They chewed crazily and felt a warm stream flow through them. It was as if their bodies had been cleansed and baptized. It was a wonderful feeling.

In fact, not all exiles chose Bu Fang. After all, the habits of countless years could not be changed in a day. There were about one hundred people who chose him. Most of them were people with weaker strength and could not get the dark cuisine.

However, after these exiles ate the buns, they felt their hearts and bodies almost melt. The curse power in them kept being washed away.

Bu Fang put his hands behind his back and watched with an indifferent face. He had expected this all along. His dishes could suppress the power of curses, and this had been reflected in Nethery’s case. In fact, these exiles’ curses were much easier to get rid of than that of Nethery.

The man stood on his wooden cart, facing Bu Fang. He was very confident because he was about to win. He was surprised that Bu Fang had snatched some curse power from him, but it did not matter because his curse power had reached the mark of three hundred and ninety feet, very close to five hundred feet.

On the other hand, the curse power on Bu Fang’s wooden cart had merely reached one hundred feet. The gap between them was too large. The miracle did appear, but it could not change the ending.

Suddenly, the man furrowed his brows. He seemed to notice something unusual. In front of Bu Fang’s wooden cart, the people who had eaten the bean paste buns all rose to their feet voluntarily and ran toward him.

“Hmm… Are they coming back? What should come back will eventually come back…” The man smiled.

The scene made many people laugh as well. The nobles, who were starting to get low-spirited, broke out into an uproar again.

“Yes! You all belong to the dark cuisine!”

“You lowly bugs are only worthy of disgusting cuisines! Hahaha!”

The nobles’ roars seemed to hasten the pace of the exiles. They ran, rushing into the crowd in front of the man’s wooden cart.

Suddenly, the faces of all the nobles froze, and the man’s confident smile also froze on his face. What happened next smashed him in the chest like a hammer, suffocating him.

The exiles who returned from Bu Fang’s wooden cart pulled up the exiles in front of the man’s cart and whispered something to them. Then, the exiles who had firmly chosen the man’s dark cuisine changed their direction and rushed crazily toward Bu Fang’s cart.

For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. The nobles no longer spoke, and they looked defeated.

“I…” One of them opened his mouth. He seemed to have seen the scene of his bets flying away.

“Don’t worry! That chef cannot make it! Look at their curse powers!” Someone bellowed, which sounded like the last struggle.

The man’s curse power continued to climb. Of course, it was much slower now. It had reached four hundred and twenty feet. But that was not the end. It continued to rise.

As for Bu Fang’s wooden cart, after the initial silence, its curse power skyrocketed. One hundred feet, two hundred feet, three hundred feet… In just a flash, it had rushed to three hundred feet, closing in on the man’s record!

A tremendous amount of pressure enveloped the man in an instant! “Dammit! How is this possible!” he growled.

With a shake of his hand, the dark cuisine in the black pot began to churn, and he ladled them into more porcelain bowls. Then, he threw the bowls at the crowd.

“Eat… Eat to your hearts’ content! Eat more and contribute more curse power!” the man shouted crazily. At last, there was a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Bu Fang was not anxious at all. He sat on the wooden cart, swinging his legs. Every now and then, he would casually wave his hand, and a bun would shoot out immediately.

Down below the cart were the exiles who could not wait to try the bean paste bun. The curse power in them was flushed out continuously and contributed to Bu Fang’s score. The pillar behind him rose higher and higher, and finally, it broke through the mark of four hundred feet!

At that moment, the man felt as if he was struck by lightning, and the nobles felt breathless, wondering if this chef was here to purposely slap them in the faces.

The man’s curse power was four hundred and sixty feet tall, while Bu Fang’s curse power reached four hundred feet. The gap between them was only sixty feet. There were only about two hundred and forty exiles who had not yet eaten food, and they were still choosing.

The stooped old man stared at the light screen in a daze. It was as if something had struck him inside. The feeling was difficult to put in words. Back then, he was defeated and powerless to fight back. But Bu Fang, who he pinned no hope to, was about to create a miracle!

“This…” The old man was filled with mixed emotions as he stared at Bu Fang in the image. The young man was still calm and expressionless. His face was filled with confidence, which came from his strength. Tens of thousands of years ago, the old man was just as confident.

“Maybe… He does have a chance to get into District C.”

…

Countess Xia Qiu began to breathe faster. Her hands, holding the railing, clenched hard, crushing the stone and causing tiny pieces of it to fall.

Perhaps… She could really see that man this time?!

For a moment, she was a little scared, and her heart leaped. She had forgotten how many years it had been since she last had this kind of emotion. She was a resolute, murderous Chaotic Saint, and her heart should not leap!

Nethery looked on nonchalantly. Her expression did not change at all.

The look of shock on the noblewoman’s face had disappeared, replaced by a smile. It was a strange smile.

…

A steaming bun was torn apart. Its sticky bean paste was shoved into an exile’s mouth, filling him with life force. The feeling was hard to put in words. It was too wonderful.

As Bu Fang looked at the exiles down below, who burst into tears of joy after eating his bean paste buns, he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction filling his heart.

‘These people have not given up on themselves…’ Bu Fang thought. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

All the while, he was sitting on the wooden cart. He did not glance over his shoulder at the curse power behind him, so he had no idea how tall it had reached. He did not need to know, however. All he needed was an outcome.

The man’s eyes seemed sunken. The pressure had turned his voice hoarse. He kept giving out the dark cuisine, filling every bowl to the brim. He wanted to keep these exiles.

“Dammit! Since when did I have to use tricks to keep these bugs…”

The curse power of the exiles was getting lesser and lesser, and the growth of Bu Fang’s curse power also became slower. However, the growth of the man’s curse power became even slower.

“Four hundred and eighty feet…” The man looked at his curse power, panting for breath.

“Come on! Don’t stop! Keep moving!” The nobles were shouting and cheering. The growth of the curse power would decide the fate of their bets.

Bu Fang, on the other hand, continued to give out buns with an indifferent face. Perhaps this was the highest level of showboating.

Suddenly, the man growled and punched the wooden cart, causing the dark cuisine to spill. His curse power stopped at the mark of four hundred and ninety feet. He just needed ten feet to reach five hundred feet.

And Bu Fang’s curse power had reached… four hundred and ninety feet as well! They were at the same height now! Over the two wooden carts, the two black cursed dragons roared as if to outshine one another. It was a shocking sight.

“Eat! You bugs… eat quickly! Don’t you guys love dark cuisine? Don’t you all want to eat it even on your knees? You can’t stop your healing! Eat now!” the man bellowed, holding the dark cuisine.

The crowd had thinned out in front of his wooden cart. There were only a few figures left. A skinny man walked up with trembling steps and took the bowl the man had shoved to him. The dark cuisine in the bowl churned as if something was wriggling inside.

The skinny exile glanced at the man, who was roaring savagely, then at Bu Fang, who was giving out buns in the distance with an expressionless face. For some reason, his heart, which had been dormant for countless years, suddenly grew hotter and hotter.

Holding the bowl filled with the dark cuisine, he glanced at the man. Suddenly, he rose to his feet. At that moment, his skinny figure looked as lofty and magnificent as a great mountain. He raised the bowl and then flung it to the ground with all his strength.

With bloodshot eyes and a flush creeping up his neck, he gave a roar. It was a shout that came from the depths of his soul.

“How dare you roar at me!” The man clenched his fists. He was so angry that he was about to go crazy.

The skinny exile kicked the bowl on the ground. Then, he threw his head back and walked with high spirits toward Bu Fang’s wooden cart.

At this very moment, the man could only hear the sound of shattering glass. “Those people have revolted…” His strength seemed to have been stripped away. He staggered back one step and slumped on the wooden cart.

Suddenly, he realized that for a chef, perhaps the only thing that mattered was the diners.

The skinny exile took the bean paste bun handed to him by Bu Fang and wolfed it down.

Rumble!

A sonorous dragon roar echoed out, and the cursed dragon over Bu Fang’s wooden cart broke through the height of five hundred feet!