Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 647 - 646: Catching the Tail of the Event

Chapter 647: Chapter 646: Catching the Tail of the Event

Dark World leader?

Xia Yu couldn’t help but think of the data on Kaiyou, the great Dark boss from a century ago, whenever the topic of leaders came up.

He possessed super tactile sense, super vision, super hearing, super smell, super taste, and had amassed god-level talents.

He was well-read, skilled in traditional Chinese medicine and extraordinary feats, and even mastered unspeakable witchcraft. His signature technique, "Demon-breaking Eight Formation," reached unimaginable heights for the average mind.

Kaiyou’s demise in the past seemed more like fate. There was no helping it; he encountered Liu Maoxing, the child of fortune, the protagonist with cheats, and even a big boss had to fall in seconds.

So, setting aside a hundred years ago, how terrifying would the leader of the Dark World be today?

"After the match, we’ll talk more; don’t think too much now!"

Zhu Qing patted his shoulder and said.

"Mhm."

Xia Yu answered, clearing his mind of excess thoughts. No matter how luxurious the spectators were, he only needed to showcase the fruits of his total and heartfelt dedication in the past months and this way, he would live up to his efforts and the highly anticipated world event.

At this very moment.

All those 10 Talent Points, the task rewards for unlocking "Merck’s Stars," and the trophy "Jade Dragon Pot" for winning had all faded in Xia Yu’s mind.

A shimmering golden recipe took up his complete attention.

The text of the recipe corresponded with his past practices, forming a combination of words and images, replaying over and over. He was the observer of his own mind, calmly organizing his tangible experience before the match.

"There’s no problem!"

Pumping himself up once more, Xia Yu’s gaze was incredibly firm.

Knock Knock!

A knock on the door, and a staff member opened it: "Chef Zhu, Chef Xia, please prepare to take the stage—"

"Alright!"

Zhu Qing fixed her hair with a hair tie in front of the dressing table, bundling her jet-black hair behind her head. She, in her black trousers and white shirt, stood crisp and clear, looking like a female officer at first glance.

She didn’t wear a tall, Western chef’s hat but simply wrapped a kerchief around her hair bun. After donning a black apron around her waist, Zhu Qing fully embraced the image of a leading female chef.

Xia Yu waited at the door with his suitcase.

"Let’s go—"

Zhu Qing strode over like a gust of wind, her black flat leather shoes tapping on the ground.

"Good luck!"

Dojima Yin and Eriina voiced their encouragement just in time to see the two off.

From the corridor to the exit leading outside the arena, the three finalist teams met. Their chef uniforms were similar in style, primarily in black and white tones, emphasizing plainness and restraint, somber and not flamboyant.

"Hey!"

Li Han and Tang Yuqiong had been waiting side by side for Xia Yu. Seeing him approaching, they instantly waved, shouting in unison, "Ready for it, young man?"

"What do you think?"

With a confident smile at the corners of his lips, Xia Yu was very calm.

"To be honest, I don’t want to lose again this time!" Li Han’s usual laziness was swept away, his eyes sharp as an eagle, staring straight at Xia Yu as if looking at prey, giving off a spine-chilling presence.

"I will not allow myself to fall a second time to the same opponent!"

Tang Yuqiong was serious, speaking deliberately.

Zhu Qing also faced Lan Chuhai.

"The first round, ’Rainbow Wine,’ was my victory, and in the second round, we both scored 90 points and moved on to the finals with a handshake... Lan Chuhai, if you lose again in the third round, you might be suppressed by me for a long time!" Zhu Qing said, brimming with pride, "Including this time, I’ll have 91 victories, and you’ll have 89."

She counted on her fingers.

"Is this a declaration of victory in advance?" Lan Chuhai’s mouth curved with a hint of sarcasm.

"You’re completely right to understand it that way!"

Zhu Qing appeared unfazed by any curse, "Those words are laid down here; the ’Jade Dragon Pot’ must be ours!"

While the three finalist teams were waiting, outside the venue, the introduction of important guests had already ended.

The judges were the same five as before; no need to waste time with further introductions.

Far Moon Campus, at the "Red Leaf Hunting Festival" platform in the mountains, a wave of cheers suddenly erupted.

"Those people are..."

The camera shifted to the corner of the stage, where Aoki Motota led several old and middle-aged craftspeople, looking like artisans, followed by the rumbling sound of a cart that soon arrived, loaded with lush green bamboo, sending a faint fragrance of bamboo towards the nearby guests’ seats.

The female presenter spoke at the right moment, "These individuals are handicraft artisans specially invited by the official competition. They will use these fresh bamboo to weave and create a culinary container based on the blueprint of a certain competitor..."

Wow!

The venue instantly erupted into chaos.

Creating bamboo containers on the spot? What kind of cuisine requires the use of such ’back to nature’, pure and simple implements?

"This, this very much seems like Instructor Xia’s style!"

At the Red Leaf Hunting Festival, no one knew who exclaimed in shock, which immediately caused the expressions of Far Moon School’s top students to collapse.

Yes!

Si Yingshi said with great significance, "When he challenged me to a culinary battle, he also required mud and dry firewood for an exaggerated flame cooking performance..."

"And when he competed with Five-Star Chef Lancelot, the colorful flames of the shark fin intestine were eye-catching enough!"

"And there’s more..."

Xingping Chuangzhen raised his hand to add, "Those live cooking sessions during the boarding studies also left a deep impression, huh!"

"Ice sculptures, and also ice sculptures!" Tanaka Hikari said weakly.

"Right, right..."

Outside, because of the artisans and the arrangement of the bamboo, the discussions were heated, at least making the topic trendy, which added a mysterious atmosphere to the finals. Some people thought of Xia Yu when they saw the arrangements, but most of the crowd were confused and dizzy.

"Did you arrange this?" Li Han asked, glaring at Tang Yuqiong upon hearing the chaos outside.

"It must be you guys!"

Tang Yuqiong huffed.

"Uh!"

In the end, both of them simultaneously fell silent, focusing on the calm Xia Yu and instantly understood something.

No time was given to them to ask further questions, as the female presenter’s passionate voice followed from outside, "Oh, oh, oh, the moment of attention has arrived! I’ve just received the news, the three finalist teams are ready backstage, now let’s cheer for the entrance of the competitors!"

Familiar screams came in like waves, shaking the floor.

Being there felt like being swept away by the sound at any moment.

The lights came on too, locking onto the exit, the glaring brightness shone on the chefs, as if bestowing them with a sacred halo.

"Let’s go—"

Xia Yu said in a low voice to Zhu Qing, who nodded lightly and then stretched lazily, "Time to wrap this up, huh!"

The two walked shoulder to shoulder.

"Wait!" Li Han and Tang Yuqiong called out to him at the same time, their faces tense, "Please give it your all!"

Xia Yu’s steps paused slightly, and he couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. The challengers’ words had a different meaning to his ears:

Please do whip us well.

How masochistic.

Being in the position of the defending champion, that proactive feeling of having everything under control, delighted Xia Yu secretly.

He was the champion!

"Cough!" Xia Yu replied earnestly, "Give it my all? Of course, I never hold back, and I surely won’t now!"

So, he and Zhu Qing went on stage, welcoming the baptism of cheers.

Tang Shan, Tang Yuqiong.

Li Han, Lan Chuhai.

The other two teams also stepped into their respective cooking stations under the illumination of the lights.

Three screens hung above the venue, each showing live footage of the three cooking stations.

Bang!

Xia Yu placed his box down, and the camera zoomed in immediately.

A long narrow chef’s knife with a slightly curved blade, many in the audience were all too familiar with it. This was one of Xia Yu’s standard cooking tools, appearing on multiple competition occasions. If one paid even slight attention to him, they’d know that he often used this chef’s knife for preparing aquatic ingredients.

"Hmm?" In the VIP seats, Yan Qi, the leader of the Dark World, narrowed his eyes and observed the knife with a shark skin scabbard on the countertop closely, "Is this the knife that’s suspected to be ’Demon-breaking Eight Formation’?"

Suddenly, Yan Qi’s pupils constricted.

After taking out his main knife, Xia Yu then reached over and pulled out a black, unassuming looking ceramic pot.

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