One Punch Man King Engine - Chapter 258

[Chapter 258 God of Cooking Competition]

Quiet!

Silence!

When King admitted that he knew the prophecy, the scene fell silent for a while, and the needle drop could be heard. Everyone looked at each other and looked at him with strange eyes.

After half a sound.

Xibabawa coughed lightly, her eyes full of whites staring at King, as if she could see through King, she said slowly, “king, the old lady knows that you want to divert my attention and make me feel at ease, but, You worry too much. I have predicted countless disasters in my life, and I have seen countless death scenes from the crystal ball. Moreover, I have lived for a long time, and I am satisfied. For death… If it is destined by God , then I can accept it.”

“…”

King was speechless for a while, he was right, he did not understand prophecy, but I have read the comics, and I know the direction of the plot, which is equivalent to prophecy, knowing that your old man will die before Boros comes, and it will be suffocated. on a lozenge.

By the way, when there is time, it is time to remind Siki about the disaster of Poros. Since Xibabawa predicted his own death, it means that Poros is also coming, and the destruction of City A has entered the countdown. This is something he cannot stop. All that can be done is to remind Siqi to evacuate the residents of City A to minimize casualties.

“Ha, Mr. Xibabawa, the king’s approach may be a little surprising, but I don’t think you really need to be so nervous about death, we will always be by your side to prevent any accidents from happening.” The zombie man smiled slightly.

Flash stroked his beloved sword with a calm expression and did not speak.

Hey, you don’t believe me so much?

King smiled helplessly, and didn’t say much. People didn’t believe it, and you couldn’t prove that you really understood the prophecy, so you could only stare at it.

A few people chatted for a while, and under the arrangement of the staff, they temporarily stayed in this big palace.

…

King, Zombie Man and Flash guarded Xibabawa. At the same time, he also reminded Xiqi that City A would encounter a devastating disaster. As for whether to believe it or not, it is up to Xiqi to judge by himself. Anyway, he Can’t come up with convincing evidence, just try my best.

As time passed, Xibabawa ate and drank well every day, and no accident happened. However, in another city, Y City, an accident happened.

The Chef Contest is about to begin!

“Hey, did I forget something?”

King sat on the roof of the palace and looked up at the sky, feeling that he had forgotten something.

“I don’t want to, right now the world is big… The safety of protecting Xibabawa is the greatest.”

He slept comfortably on the roof of the palace with his arms on his back, squinting slightly, admiring the sea-blue sky, the breeze blowing and the clouds rising and falling.

Such a pleasant life!

Ah owe!

Dragon Roll touched her nose and looked at the black eggs on her frying pan. She couldn’t help but feel annoyed. Since she made an appointment with King to compete in the Y City Chef Competition, she went home and worked hard to cook. Art, finally let her learn something, from frying kitchen to frying eggs.

She controlled the charcoal-like fried egg to fly into her mouth with her psychic power. After hesitating again and again, she resolutely took a bite…

Nonsence! Nonsence! Nonsence!

She spit a few mouthfuls in a row, her face full of disgust, and after a while, she collapsed on the sofa again weakly.

“Cooking…it’s so hard!”

“You said, why is it so difficult to cook?”

When Tornado complained, Fubuki also complained, “I’d rather kill weirdos.”

“Mr. Fubuki, it’s actually not that difficult to cook. As long as you relax your mind and follow the steps, even if you can’t make any particularly delicious dishes, you can definitely cook ordinary home-cooked dishes, not…”

A B-level hero, one of the members of Fubuki’s group, and the hero nicknamed Violent Chef, stared at the boiled fish in the Fubuki pot, which was horrible.

Chuixue Liumei frowned and said, “Hey, chef, do you have some simple dishes? Tomorrow the God of Cooking competition will start. I can’t be absent. The God of Cooking trophy must be mine.”

“Master Fubuki, what do you want the God of Cooking trophy for?”

Violent chef can’t laugh or cry, your cooking skills go to the competition to win the trophy? Unless you are the sponsor’s daughter.

“Play, it’s fun.” Fubuki said casually.

The violent chef suddenly realized, patted his chest proudly and said: “Oh, that’s easy to solve, I once participated in the God of Cooking competition, there are several trophies at home, I will give you one.”

“No, I want the one from tomorrow.” Chuixue urged: “Okay, don’t talk about these digressions, you can quickly teach a simple stir-fry.” Humph, elder sister, I will definitely not lose to you, king, Don’t laugh, I won’t lose to you, I will definitely defeat you two dogs and girls.

“Oh.” The violent chef nodded thoughtfully, and then introduced: “Lord Fubuki, just learn to fry eggs, this is the easiest dish, I’ll tell you the steps, that is, put oil, lay eggs, add Salt, get out of the pot!”

“Okay, I’ll practice right away, hum, the God of Cooking trophy is mine.”

Fubuki was full of energy and rushed into the battle to destroy the kitchen.

“…”

The violent chef is extremely powerless, Fubuki-sama, you want to win the championship even with a fried egg, how difficult!

However, he also had some ideas of his own. Since Mr. Fubuki wants the trophy for this God of Cooking competition, then… only I will go out in person, Mr. Fubuki, wait, I will bring you the trophy.

boom!

When he was distracted, Fubuki had already completed a frying pan, and came out with a dark face and asked to change the pan.

…

the next day.

City Y.

After the zombie disaster, everyone has been working hard to rebuild their homes. Today is a festive day, because the annual God of Cooking Competition has begun.

Excellent chefs from all over the country gathered together to compete in culinary skills.

“Hey, have you heard? The chef of W city has also come to participate in the competition.”

“Wow, was the last Chef God?”

“Che, what is he? Let me tell you, if our violent chef from City Y comes to the competition, he will definitely be the champion. Do you know that in all the God of Cooking competitions he has participated in, the champion has never been an exception. His, according to statistics, he has won the God of Cooking trophy seven times, unprecedented in history, and is known as the king of the culinary world.”

“Oh, what a pity, if he hadn’t been a hero, we might still see him in the competition.”

“A man who doesn’t want to be a hero is not a good cook.”

The scene of the competition was very lively, crowded and full of voices. Everyone gathered together to chat about all kinds of gossip and gossip with relish.

“There are so many people, I don’t know if the king is here?”

A figure wearing a green robe covering his whole body and wearing a grimace mask walked slowly through the crowd and went to the position of the contestants. The magic was that wherever she passed, the crowd would involuntarily separate a path. Let her pass.

“Really, how could Fubuki come up with the idea of proposing a cooking competition, and it is to participate in the God of Cooking competition to determine the winners and losers, I… I haven’t learned to fry eggs after practicing for a few days, if I don’t want to lose to the king, I will definitely I won’t come to the competition, because… it’s too embarrassing. I fry the eggs in the God of Cooking contest. I… Fortunately, I’m smart and I came out wearing a robe. No one knows me now, and it’s convenient. I hide my secret weapon, hum, I don’t believe that this guy knows how to cook, I want to see him get eliminated and ridiculed, and the winner of this competition must be me.”

It turned out that this mysterious player was Tornado. After three or two failures, she completely gave up and advanced through her true abilities.

“Fried eggs…too hard.”

After the tornado entered the arena, another contestant wearing a dark green robe and a cartoon character mask also entered the arena. She was Fubuki. She did not want to reveal her true identity because of her disguise. After all… her The cooking skills are also unimpressive.

However, she also came prepared and worked hard to get a place and beat Tornado and King.

“This guy is king?”

“The person on the opposite side who refuses to reveal his identity is… king, right? Big sister is not so tall! So where is big sister? Did you escape?”

Tornado and Fubuki looked at each other and guessed each other’s identities. In order to cover up his physical characteristics, Tornado deliberately raised his height, while in order to hide his hot figure, Fubuki wore a very loose robe. Not her gender.

Following the two of them, another person wearing a golden robe embroidered with the ancient emperor’s symbol and a mask with the word “king” entered the venue in a high-profile manner, attracting attention.

“Who is this? King?”

“Why is there such a tall person again? Look at his mask…he is the king? Then the person opposite me is actually my sister?”

Tornado and Fubuki looked at the newcomer at the same time, and their eyes fell on the mask with the word “king” engraved on them. They were shocked and immediately confirmed the identity of “king”.

“Eh? Why are there two people in green robes? Which one is Fubuki-sama?”

In fact, “king” is indeed “king”, but it is not the king of the hero world, but the king of the culinary world – the violent chef. Yesterday, when he saw that Fubuki cared so much about the trophy of the God of Cooking Competition, he immediately With the idea of going out in person, after all, with the cooking skills of Mr. Fubuki, he can’t even make it through the knockout rounds.

However, he didn’t have an upright end. He knew very well that Mr. Chuixue was a person with strong self-esteem. If he revealed his identity and won the trophy and gave it to her, she would never want it. So, he wanted to hide his identity and win the prize. After the trophy, I will give it to Mr. Fui Xue. Presumably such a polite person as Mr. Fui Xue will not refuse gifts from others. Hehe, I am not only good at cooking, but also have a good brain.

He slowly walked to his position and carefully observed the two mysterious players in green robes. Soon, he recognized Fubuki. There was no way. He joined the Fubuki group for more than two years and was very familiar with Fubuki’s every move. Hide people’s appearance, but can’t hide people’s behavior and habits.

Hehe, Fubuki-sama, let me help you win the God of Cooking trophy!

He stared straight at Fubuki with a smug look on his face.

“Oops, why does king keep staring at me?”

Chuixue watched “king” staring at her all the time, and suddenly he said, “This guy doesn’t think of me as my sister, right?”

“Hey, king, you are blind, I am the tornado, what are you looking at others? Really, stupid like a pig.”

Tornado found that “king” was only looking at another mysterious player in a green robe, but not himself, and immediately thought that “king” had identified the wrong person.

“However, what’s with your straight eyes? Are you provocative? Who is afraid of whom?”

She secretly hated and stared at “king” directly, but unfortunately, “king” didn’t pay any attention to her at all, and she didn’t even look at her, so she gritted her teeth with anger.

So, in this strange atmosphere, the God of Cooking Competition officially started.

“Men and ladies, welcome everyone to our God of Cooking competition. This competition is sponsored by the Oriental Chef Group. Well, without further ado, I’m afraid everyone has been waiting for the start of the competition, and the contestants are also ready. Can’t wait to show everyone my superb culinary skills, then, I announce that the annual MasterChef Contest… officially begins!”

The host enthusiastically announced the start of the competition.

Clang! Clap! Whoa!

For a time, all the chefs showed their magical powers, cutting vegetables for cutting vegetables, and hot pot for hot pot.

And “king” immediately picked up the kitchen knife after the host announced the start, and cracked and carved a pattern on a piece of tofu. The scene was very beautiful. Under his control, the rough kitchen knife was like embroidery needle embroidery. A crystal clear white lotus flower.

“Eh? This guy King… can cook?” Tornjutsu stared blankly at the performance of “king” and was shocked, “He… he should only be good at knives, right? Damn, I didn’t expect this guy king And a good swordsmanship.”

“King has a hand, but good knife skills don’t mean you know how to cook. The most important thing is the taste.”

Fubuki also glanced at “king” in amazement.

This greatly inspired “king”, and even showed off his ability to hold kitchen knives in both hands to carve patterns, which won praise from the audience outside the venue.

“Smelly show off!”

Tornado and Fubuki snorted in unison.

The two of them looked different in the field. Others were busy, but they were not in a hurry, that is, they did not pick vegetables or fire, as if they were confident.

The first round of the God of Cooking Contest was a knockout round. Most of the chefs were eliminated, leaving only the best sixteen.

“Wow!”

After the “king” carving is completed, immediately add oil, add salt, put the pot and other actions in one go, and the flow is flowing. Outsiders look like a master style, full of beauty, and people can’t help but be hooked.

“This guy really knows how to cook?”

“No way? King’s cooking skills are so good?”

Tornado and Fubuki widened their eyes as they watched the “king” movement. They must be so skilled in cooking all the year round.

“We’ve been tricked.”

The two of them exclaimed in their hearts, the king is hiding too deep, he actually knows how to cook, and he looks very good!

Damn, I’m going to suffer!