Food Wars Expert Starting from Kengan Baki

"Hmph, what a pity! Do you still hope that these foreigners can't win?!" Some people even felt very disappointed.

At this moment, Chen Tianqiao, who was sitting in the contestant's seat, saw Baki fall to the ground and his face looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"It really appeared?...It actually really appeared?!"

"Husband, what are you talking about? Why are you reacting so strongly?"

The two of them have been together for a long time, but this is the first time she has seen her husband with this expression. She feels fresh and curious at the same time.

"Garuda, if the things in the novel happened in front of you, I believe you would be more surprised than me."

"So what exactly are you referring to?"

Seeing the other person's serious look, she couldn't help but ask.

"Fight fire with fire!"

The so-called fighting poison with poison means using one toxin to dissolve another toxin. The probability of cure is not much higher than the chance of using a lottery ticket to win 100 million yuan.

To put it in a vivid way, someone deliberately tells you that you can win the jackpot by using one dollar to buy a lottery ticket, and then he actually wins.

The most outrageous thing is that you can't sue the authorities for fraud. After all, this can't even be considered a secret operation.

"Husband, it looks like the Sea King team is going to lose this round again."

Sure enough, when Li Haiwang was about to be declared the winner, Baki stood up again, and even his physical fitness was far better than before. In the end, after losing his poisonous hand, Li Ming lost the whole game without any suspense.

Chapter 73 Slap

"Garuda, while there aren't many people here, please go outside and wait for a while. The morning competition will soon be over. I will come and meet you soon."

"Hey, isn't there another game? It will probably take a while to end."

Jialuo was a little unhappy. Was this bullying her for not knowing the schedule? In the schools in Japan, it was not as fun as in China, especially this event. It would be a pity to miss it.

Helplessly, Chen Tianqiao just wanted her to go back and rest early. After all, the next game was his, so what was there to watch?

"It's my game later, there's nothing to watch."

Believe it or not, she has never had an intuitive feeling about her husband's strength. The most recent impression she had was when foreigners kidnapped her.

"Okay, then it's up to you. Remember to take care of yourself."

At this time, the emcee began to announce the contestants, King Samwang Hai from Thailand, who looked like a strong young man, exuding the aura of a wild wolf.

Muay Thai, in particular, is known for its ferocity and brutality, and there are countless moves that can kill one thousand enemies but injure eight hundred of your own.

It was still the same opening statement as the commentator, briefly introducing the origins of both parties. However, after discovering that Chen Tianqiao was Guo Haihuang's registered disciple, it was like discovering a new continent.

"Everyone, the next one is definitely the most important player today, so..."

"Stop reading, you're talking too much nonsense, start the game quickly, I'm in a hurry."

Before he finished his words, a gigantic figure leaped down from a height of thirty meters in the amphitheater.

"boom!"

After the figure fell to the ground like a bomb, the shattered rocks swept across the surrounding space like shotgun shells.

At this time, Samwang, who mistakenly thought that the other party was trying to intimidate him, punched and kicked as fast as the wind and as powerful as lightning, breaking the stones flying at him one by one.

He stopped and was about to scold the other party when a horrible whistling sounded suddenly. A terrible dust storm surged up from the opposite side and hit Samwang in the face.

"Sorry, the dust kicked up when I came down, and I just blew it a little, but I didn't think of you standing in front of me."

Although the voice is mellow, the words used are frivolous, which makes the listeners feel that there is no apology at all.

At this moment, Samwang, who was shrouded in the opponent's shadow and couldn't even reach his chest, murmured and swallowed the Thai words he had used to insult others.

With a terrifying figure of 2.6 meters, he was considered a god in ancient times. It is difficult to understand his feelings if you have never seen him in person.

It is definitely not a happy thing for a real hero to challenge the devil, and he may even die as a result.

"Since...the two...players...are in place, the game begins now!"

The commentator, who had been frightened before, could not speak clearly and finally straightened his tongue. After a bronze sound, the battle began.

“Swish.”

Samwang tapped the ground with his toes and instinctively wanted to distance himself from the other person, because the biological instinct was warning him that his life would be in danger if he didn't leave quickly.

"Snapped!"

Without any premise or warning, a huge slap suddenly slapped the Thai Aquaman away, and the whole person was embedded in the wall, and his life or death was unknown.

Even Samwang predicted the danger in advance, but the strength of the two sides was so different that no matter how many tricks he played, he could not avoid the slap.

It was deathly silent. Even though the audience had experienced Aquaman's three consecutive defeats and thought they had the ability to withstand stress to the fullest, they were still shocked beyond words.

"Why are you standing there? Let the referee announce the result of the match."

He reminded the staff, ignored the explosive cheers from the audience, and walked straight to the exit of the venue.

For him, the previous game was just that the commentary was too long-winded, so he jumped down, greeted the opponent, and then slapped him away.

Fortunately, he restrained his strength and didn't blow Samwang's head off, otherwise he would definitely be in trouble with the officials.

Of course, it’s not that I’m afraid of them, I just don’t want to get too involved with the official intrigues. Anyway, with the help of my cheap master, I can block some irrelevant people.

"Mr. Chen! Mr. Chen! I am a reporter from Xishan News. When did you join the Wushu Association?"

"Hello! Mr. Chen, may I ask what you feel after becoming Guo Haihuang's disciple? Can you answer me?"

"Hello, I'm a reporter from Xiangjiang Evening News. May I ask who taught you Kung Fu? What are your chances of winning this competition?"

"Mr. Chen Tianqiao, I am a member of the Propaganda Department of this province. I would like to invite you to come to my humble home for a chat sometime."

Humph, just as he expected, he was blocked by reporters as soon as he left the venue. People who make a living from journalism have sharper noses than dogs.

Even if he had the power to split mountains and seas, it was impossible for him to massacre a group of unarmed people for such a small matter.

"Fortunately, I came prepared. How can I let my fame be ruined in your hands?"

He waved to the entourage with his hands behind his back, and soon a group of students from the martial arts association rushed into the outside of the venue, forming a human wall to separate all the reporters.

The reason why he has the power to command the students is not only because he is Guo Haihuang's disciple, but also because he is the only one who has successfully defeated foreign players so far.

"It's still early before the afternoon game, let's go to the vegetarian restaurant to have some food first. Lie said he has something to do and will be there later."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

He glanced at Garuda, who was following behind him with a flattering expression on his face. It seemed that he had realized his mistake.

Because the competition was over in the morning, the huge venue was already empty. Only Lie placed stacks of pre-cooked dishes in front of the still weak Baki.

"...Huh....Wow! I...just felt like it was time to come."

Facing these delicious foods in front of him, Baki felt that they were attacking his sense of smell before he even started eating. If he didn't return the favor, wouldn't he be letting Rei down? !

"Eat it. These are all medicinal foods specially made for you. They will be of great help to your recovery."

In addition to kelp and pork bone soup, wolfberry black-bone chicken, yam stewed pig's trotters, Phoenix corn porridge, white fungus and lotus seed soup, dragon and tiger fighting prawns, there are forty or fifty kinds of dazzling dishes.

There are also medicinal liquors brewed from tonic ingredients, such as tiger whip, bear bile, ginseng, centipedes, snakes, etc.

"Yum! So delicious!"

The sounds of bowls and chopsticks colliding were heard one after another. Although it was not the first time that he had eaten food made by Rei, Baki still felt that these dishes were so delicious that he slapped his thigh.

"Bang..."

After wolfing down the food, Baki, who was completely relaxed, sat down on the ground. His belly, which was bulging with food, was particularly eye-catching.

"Did you eat it all?"

“Yeah, it’s delicious!”

Lie turned his back and picked up a small iron bucket filled with ten liters of water. He then took out a clay jar filled with fructose and mixed it all with his hands.

"There are some snacks here.....You must finish them all."

With a wicked smile, he handed the bucket of fructose water to Baki in a tone that did not allow for refusal.

"...This is ten liters...Okay, I'll just drink it."

In fact, the best supplements are still meat and starch, but unfortunately it takes a certain amount of time to eat and digest them, and current conditions do not allow it. Only fructose is the easiest thing to absorb.

Lie can only do his best here, hoping that a miracle will really happen.

Chapter 74 China's Heritage

"Boom"

With the sound of a gong, the afternoon game continued in an orderly manner. Perhaps it was the last game of the morning, which was very gratifying.

The excitement in the entire venue is still as intense as ever, and everyone is looking forward to seeing more victories.

"The first match of the afternoon will be between the man known as the freest man in the world! Bisket Oliva! and the descendant of the Vajra Fist! Yang Wei, Yang Haiwang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Haiwang, who was wearing a blue short-sleeved vest, entered the venue first. His standard square face was full of strength, and it was not until he saw Oliva that he turned solemn.

Bronze muscles cover every inch of his body, and his thick and short neck is not afraid of anyone's fatal blow. The most rare thing is that although he has a muscular body, he unexpectedly gives people a feeling of heavy mountains.

"Humph, that's just dead muscle that has been specially shaped. It looks good but is useless!"

"I'm sorry, this is the first time I've heard of this. Then, what do you want to do? Yang Haiwang."

Wearing a floral shirt and black sunglasses, even in official competitions, Oliva still has that cynical expression.

"The difference in strength between you and me is like heaven and earth, so even if I give in, it doesn't matter, just so you don't complain after the match."

Then he pulled with both hands, and the shirt turned into strips of cloth, revealing the marble-like muscles underneath. This was something he was proud of.

"Although I don't understand why you do this, this is indeed a rare opportunity, so I'd better obey your order..."

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised and in a particularly good mood, Oliva slowly placed his hand on Yang Wei's head under the gaze of everyone.

"You will not live for your own fault!"

Chen Tianqiao in the stands showed a hint of sarcasm. These domestic sea kings are really too arrogant. Without experiencing some hardships, how can these frogs in the well grow?

Originally, Yang Wei could have relied on his excellent external skills to fight with Oliva for a few moves, but who would have thought that he would actually hand his life over to the opponent during the competition?

This bizarre operation not only confused him, but even his current partner, Jeet Kune Do master Sun Haiwang, did not understand it.

The next moment, an extremely cruel scene shocked the whole audience.

Oliva's hands on Aquaman's head suddenly exerted force, and his strong arms were like a human hydraulic press, pressing the opponent's head into his chest.

The broken legs, ribs, spine, and internal organs had been mixed into a ball of meat paste by the huge force under the skin.

"Ha~ha...ha...hahaha! Oliva is such a wonderful person!"

Hanma Yongjiro laughed non-stop. Both Yang Haiwang's behavior and the final result were too funny for him.

Because they have signed an official life and death agreement before the match, the injuries inflicted in the ring are entirely up to their personal will, so sometimes it is inevitable that they will hit too hard.

This was only the first battle of the afternoon, and it was so eye-catching from the start that it was a bit too exciting for ordinary people on the field.

"Let's go back. This afternoon's competition is really boring. Why don't I accompany you to wander around the Shaolin Temple?"

Hearing this, although Garuda had some doubts, what happened in the morning fully proved that her husband's decision was very wise, and it just so happened that she had never traveled to the mainland.

"Okay, then I'll trust you this time."

He really had no interest in the afternoon game and was sitting here just to see how the man named Oliva would perform.

However, these sea kings nowadays are worthy of the name of the sea. They really sell themselves as seafood, but they are exposed one after another.

He didn't know who King Ji Hai was, nor did he want to know, but he was quite impressed by Lie's strength.

Although the tail of the autumn tiger is not long, the weather is already hot. At this time, the couple, led by the little monk, passed through the corridor and the Heavenly King Hall, and finally came to the long-famous Main Hall.

Even someone like Garuda, who did not believe in Buddhism, could not help but bow a few times when seeing such a solemn scene.

"After all, it's just a clay or wooden sculpture. What's the point of worshipping it?"

Chen Tianqiao just doesn't take gods seriously. Even if there really are gods and Buddhas in this world, as long as he is given time, he will be able to pull them down from the altar sooner or later.