The man in sunglasses traveled to many places in the Deep Realm and met many famous chefs. He combined the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and developed a masterful cooking skill.
Just like a blacksmith who processes souls, it is common sense that only basic souls can be processed because there are no costs involved in removing impurities and tolerance training.
It’s not that the conscious soul can’t process it, it’s just that it’s too complicated and the gain outweighs the loss.
But a truly ingenious craftsman can directly process the soul of consciousness, and even give equipment more powerful or even exaggerated attributes.
The same is true for the man in sunglasses. Not only can he refine the basic soul, he can even cook and liven up his consciousness.
As soon as he said these extremely crazy words, the eyes of nearly two hundred people present gathered in his direction. The faces of the other chefs who were competing with him also had displeasure on their faces. They could not stand this sudden appearance.
The cook who came out, if it weren't for the rules, I would have gone over and stabbed him a few times right now.
The judges of the final round and some invited guests were even more moved after hearing this sentence. The choice of ingredients? It is really mysterious. What kind of dish is it?
Anonymous, who was about to open up, also paused, "Good guy, are you more fucking pretentious than me?"
When the camera flash flashes wildly, the light is bright.
The tall cauldron held by the man in sunglasses was also shining brightly. It was unbelievable that this was food. What exactly was put in it?
In the midst of everyone's admiration.
The man in sunglasses opened the lid.
The dedicated broadcaster is still explaining!
“Sure enough, it’s not a dish that can be prepared in just a short while!”
"The reason why he doesn't do much is to prepare some side dishes for the event!"
"And what's inside this pot is the real weapon of victory!"
"What exactly is it that gives him confidence?"
"You even made bold statements to end the competition for the highest cooking skills in the Deep Blue Territory ahead of time?"
The broadcaster sounded excited and spoke very fast.
As the man in sunglasses opened the lid, a golden light suddenly burst out from the pot, shaking everyone present so hard that they couldn't open their eyes and blocked the bright light with their hands.
Even Anonymous was shocked. It was just a meal, why should he be so outrageous?
Just when everyone was in a daze, turbulent smoke evaporated from the pot, making the scene look like a fairy palace in the sky among the clouds.
Half a moment.
The light recedes.
There is still an infinite and fierce fragrance of life left, filling the entire arena. Just smelling the fragrance makes you feel as if you are about to ascend to heaven. This is so extreme.
Fresh.
The turbulent and primitive force rushes into everyone's nostrils, pouring directly into the heavenly spirit, making the scalp numb.
The chef competing on the same stage was also shocked. He and this person were not at the same level at all. Is this still cooking? You are performing magic, I guess.
"The greatest art."
"I think..."
"It's like magic."
"There are three steps."
"First, you show something that already exists."
"Then you have to destroy it or replace it with something else."
"People won't applaud at this time, because it's not enough to just make things disappear, you have to change them back."
"This is the last step."
"Turning decay into magic."
The man in sunglasses opens the boiler.
The contents inside are unknown to everyone in the entire Falan Federation.
The broadcasters don't need to look for the six people who are not here tonight.
The six masters of French City.
They were all put in this pot, stewed to a pulp, and the perfect soup burst out with desperate freshness, which shocked everyone present.
Everyone is stupid, completely stupid.
Including Anonymous.
However, what the man in sunglasses said was not referring to this delicacy, but something else.
"My supreme masterpiece."
"miracle."
"Now it's time to test the results."
"I told you."
"We will meet again in hell."
"It's the second week now."
"Anonymous."
The man in sunglasses said this.
Although he did not find his own essence, he only heard a story from the host of the original chaos.
I have to say.
This should be what it would be like if I retrieved my own essence from the sea of memories.
Only this way.
To explain that unique talent.
And this one in front of me.
A wandering soul without a body.
Anonymous.
"Fuck it."
The nameless person was stunned on the spot. Although he didn't know much about the second cycle, masterpieces, miracles, etc., it was probably an old enemy who came to visit.
At this time, the security personnel on the field finally came to their senses and tried to step forward to restrain Randy.
Anonymous was shocked. Are these security personnel so brave?
Since he is the one who dares to kill me, he must be a dragon and a phoenix among men. No, he is an ancient god among men. He is extremely powerful and fierce. There are six masters in that pot. How dare you?
No surprises.
Click, click, click!
Countless iron wire coils erupted from the man in sunglasses, like strangling a helpless lamb, or like a python slowly wrapping it around him. After confirming that it was wrapped around the whole body, it suddenly contracted violently.
Bang bang bang...
The explosion exploded into a shower of blood, and the sweetness of the blood blended with the master soup, making it even more tangy.
The people at the guest table and the chefs began to scream and run away, and the broadcaster also put down the camera. Unexpectedly, a gluttonous feast turned into a...
A gluttonous feast.
But when they opened the door, it was not just a door. In the world of absolute spirituality, as long as the mind is strong enough, anything can be done.
When each door was pushed open, what was exposed was a bleeding instrument of destruction, an emotionless iron sculpture of a female crown. They pushed open the door of tortured hell with their own hands, and everything inside was full of spikes and blades.
Iron ropes erupted from it and pulled them all in.
When the door suddenly closed again, nothing could be seen, only the echoing screams could be heard, and blood was seeping crazily from the cracks in the door.
"You obviously made a wrong calculation."
"There are not only people from the Deep Blue Territory here."
"I came here from somewhere else."
"Just to become the seventh controller of Falan City."
"It seems..."
"Now it's going to be a dictatorship."
A wrestling player said this. It has to be said that engaging in terrorist activities on such occasions is purely cerebral palsy, because there are all powerful and terrifying people present.
Anonymous was looking forward to it. He knew that this person had reminded him that he was the biggest threat to the championship. Sure enough, did he have the confidence to surpass the six masters of Falan City?
Click!
A steel spike seemed to have plundered time and space. When he reacted, the man's head had been exploded. He knelt down on the ground and died instantly.
Among the most terrifying and powerful existences in the deep world.