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Chapter 742: What a Frightening Bowl of Noodles!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It’s f*cking overwhelming sadness!

The moment Wenren Shang had the noodles, his face was baffled. His entire body went stiff, his eyes disbelieving.

The taste that had expanded from the tip of his tongue had shaken his whole body. It went to his heart and diffused, shrouding him entirely.

At that moment, it felt like an erupting volcano. This feeling made the fluid in his body boil vehemently.

But...

What does it relate to overwhelming sadness?

Why did this noodles feel so good?

One bite, two bites, another bite...

Shussh... Shussh... Shussh...

Wenren Shang couldn’t stop eating. His hand didn’t stop moving, continually bringing noodles into his mouth. The white noodle strands had a slight aroma of something pure, which had promoted the special spirit beast steak.

The oily juice from the steak seeped downward, blending with the slender strands. It made the noodles appear strange with a drastic change at that moment.

His hair seemed to rise upward.

However, it hadn’t ended yet.

Wenren Shang bit the steak. His eyes bulged, which were already bloodshot. His bloodshot eyes then shrank in just a wink, but his pupils were enlarging!

A shiny drop emerged from Wenren Shang’s eyes. It grew bigger and bigger. Eventually, like water overflowing a dam, his tears gushed out and rolled.

Tears rolled down his face, dripping on the noodles he was still holding in his hand.

It was an exploding spicy taste that made the taste buds burst. Not only that, but it actually made Wenren Shang recall many things along with many emotions.

He remembered his first time cooking. How romantic and innocent he was at that time. Wielding the kitchen knife, he had the courage to cook even the sky and the universe.

His stupid self had had to stand in front of so many obstacles at that time. And now, those obstacles were flashing in his eyes and memory.

“Ha...” Wenren Shang’s face gradually blushed as he exhaled hot steam. While his mouth was chewing, his tears inaudibly rolled.

His nose scrunched up.

This f*cking overwhelming and that f*cking sadness!

He bit the cute omelet once. That well-cooked omelet was dazzling and extremely soft and elastic—all within one bite.

Wenren Shang’s eyes narrowed into slits. His body softened, and his pores opened to release the accumulated heat.

This overwhelming omelet let him feel the youth and beauty that had died in him. This was the egg of love between lovers who had just woken up.

Oh my God... This feeling makes people enjoy a lot!

Immediately, Wenren Shang shoved the entire omelet into his mouth. He chewed, and the spicy taste deluged him at once.

This uncontrollable spiciness exploded. Wenren Shang felt the overwhelming sadness, crying.

He raised his hand to wipe his face.

F*ck it. Why did his tears keep flowing?

Everybody exchanged looks.

When people saw Wenren Shang’s face and emotions, they took a breath of cold air.

“Are my eyes playing tricks on me?”

“Chef Wenren... Is he crying? Like a baby?”

“He cries because he ate the Overwhelming Sadness noodles? How terrifying is that dish?”

The audience watched Wenren Shang’s red face with running tears. They were touched, talking and discussing boisterously as they showed their surprise.

A bowl of noodles could make a chef cry!

It is actually overwhelming sadness!

Compared to Ouyang Chenfeng’s Heaven Burial Noodles, this dish seemed more effective!

The other judges gawked and dropped their jaws as they looked at Wenren Shang, who was crying after some bites of noodles. It was as if he was a little kid whose toy was taken away. They all looked dumbstruck.

They cocked their heads to look at the steaming Overwhelming Sadness Noodles in front of them and gulped hard.

It made Wenren Shang cry after eating it... Did this noodles actually have magic?

The other judges picked up some noodles, thinking that the strands were as simple as just a street food. They began to dig in.

When the noodles reached their mouths, all of them were taken aback. They turned to look at each other and saw, with shocked expressions, the unimaginable looks on each others’ faces.

As their mouths were surrounded with delicacy, the savors came one after another. They felt their taste buds became overloaded.

The oily juice from the steak, combined with the thick taste of noodles, provoked their senses. They couldn’t help but take a deep breath. However, a wisp of spicy steam shot out.

Taking a bite of noodles, the slight aroma of wine with the flavor of noodles evoked a feeling that would make people utterly immersed.

At this moment, the sorrow they got after eating the Heaven Burial Noodles was completely separated.

Is this a bowl of noodles that makes people happy?

Wrong! They were all wrong!

The judges then took a bite of the steak and omelet...

The judges had their eyes deep but blurred as they were recalled many pieces of memories that made them passionate and immersed.

The Sixth Elder’s mustache’s curved ends rose and wiggled. His eyes looked blurry, and the wrinkles on his face were shivering, blushing. Tears lingered in his eyes.

Continued with a bite of omelet, his eyes rolled like water overflowing the broken dam.

Eating this bowl of noodles, the Sixth Elder remembered his first love. It was the time he had grouped with some chefs and found his love there...

His lover’s food seemed to have this familiar taste.

However, time flew easily. How touching it was when it left only dim and sad memories.

“Hah...” The Sixth Elder exhaled through his swollen red lips as murky tears rolled down his face.

Mu Cheng turned red. She took one bite of noodles, then the steak, and then the omelet...

This combination made her shiver. She was blushing, and her entire body turned ruddy, which was really attractive.

“Hmm... ” Mu Cheng exhaled, making a low groan. She bit her red lips, her eyes misty.

Her long eyelashes quivered. Her eyes turned watery as she suddenly clamped her slender legs...

So many images were flashing in her head. After a long moment, she slumped on the table, crying.

Why did this noodles taste so good?

The judges’ expressions stunned the audience. They dropped their jaws, looking like they could swallow a whole egg.

They didn’t know what to say.

Looking at the sobbing judges, they could only stay shocked in silence.

Ouyang Chenfeng turned ashen.

The judges’ expression was completely over his estimation, and he seemed to know the result.

Being a chef with a restaurant, he would know if the food was good or bad from the diners’ facial expressions.

His Heaven Burial Noodles made the judges admire and frightened, but it couldn’t make their emotions change so dramatically.

Will he... be defeated?

After a while, the judges wiped their tears, finishing the bowl of Overwhelming Sadness Noodles. Although they all had swollen red lips and blurry thoughts, their downcast faces were gone. Ouyang Chenfeng felt his heart sink.

“Now, we’re going to announce the result...” said the Sixth Elder in a somber voice. He took a deep breath, his lips shivering.

This dish tasted so good, but it was too spicy. However, that spicy savor was uncontrollable. That just-right spiciness had burst their emotions.

Thus, they weren’t so sure if they had cried because of their emotions, or because of that spiciness...

As the Sixth Elder was speaking, everybody looked at Ouyang Chenfeng.

Holding their breath, they were anxious.

Who is... the winner?

...

Boom! Boom!

The God Slaying Stick, which transformed into the hefty War God Stick, swept across the void. At that moment, the sky shook hard as if it would be broken by the stick’s attack.

Whitey’s ash-gray eyes twinkled. The leaf-like palm clutched on the War God Stick, its energy exploding.

The long stick roared and hissed, aiming at Hu Han.

Hu Han was so furious, his hair flying in a mess. Both of his hands grabbed the God Slaying Axe, fighting bravely and vigorously.

The other’s God Slaying Stick made him cautious.

The axe went horizontal to parry the stick. The God Slaying Stick that had turned ten times bigger pounded on the God Slaying Axe.

The two weapons glowed.

The energy of the God Slaying Axe continually rose and expanded.

However, Hu Han’s heart beat faster because he found himself being pushed backward continuously. His feet had ditched the ground, smashing rocks and pebbles.

Suddenly...

The War God Stick shrank.

Hu Han felt so suppressed he had to stagger.

A figure dashed forward with boundless pressure. In just a wink, the leaf-like palm patted.

Hu Han roared.

He wanted to wield the God Slaying Axe, but the long hot-red stick was pressing on his axe blade. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t blow it away.

The soul ladder emerged above his head, blooming extreme radiance.

Boom!

However, Hu Han was immediately dumbstruck. The moment he was trying his best to resist, a palm greeted his face.

Thud.

Hu Han was pounded backward, his face bewildered...

Whitey’s attack succeeded.

Seize the chance that you’re sick, I’m coming to take your life.

Another punch came, blowing bewildered Hu Han away. The soul ladder above his head vanished.

Whitey loved fighting hand-to-hand the most. After the stick had pounded and subdued the God Slaying Axe, Whitey lifted Hu Han with one hand.

Swish.

The clothes were ripped off, pieces of torn fabric scattering in the wind...

Hu Han vomited blood, flying backward. Eventually, he got himself together, his eyes showing his wrath!

“I’m never letting you off! I’m going to take you down with me!”

His clothes were stripped off, leaving only his underwear. It was so embarrassing no matter what.

Hu Han’s anger rose. His face swelled after Whitey had slapped him, which looked so outraged. He leaped up, entangling with Whitey.

One human and one puppet were trying to kill each other.

Punches meet flesh!

Strikes reverberating!

Boom!

The punches of the man and the puppet collided.

Hu Han’s arm shivered. He felt the pain numbing his internal organs!

He backed off as Whitey approached.

This fearless, unkillable puppet made Hu Han shiver in fear.

However, insane Whitey wouldn’t let Hu Han run away. The two metal wings on its back trembled, and many flying knives shot into the sky, falling.

The exploding knives stabbed on the ground, blocking Hu Han’s exit.

Hu Han didn’t have a bit of strength to fight. He was beaten painfully.

Couldn’t attack and couldn’t defend...

At that moment, Hu Han felt that it was the most disgraceful moment of his life. It was worse than being defeated by Chu Changsheng.

This puppet was simply his nightmare. The Heaven had sent it here to torture him.

Flap! Flap!

Hu Han’s nose was bleeding, and his bones had almost been smashed.

He was sprawled on his back, vomiting blood from time to time. This life, he had nothing to love anymore.

Whitey looked ferocious with ash-white eyes, gazing at the hole.

The War God Stick wielded, hanging fiercely in front of Hu Han. Whitey’s other hand was holding Hu Han’s... God Slaying Axe.

Boom! Boom!

Outside the place, a boundless aura suddenly exploded. A figure of an expert dashed forward, shaking even the air.

“Bold! Dare to attack our Heavenly Spring Holy Land’s people! Rob our Heavenly Spring Holy Land’s God Slaying Axe! You’re sentenced to death ten thousand times!”

Boom! Boom!

A deafening voice arose.

After Chu Changsheng crushed a Golden Armored Guard, his eyes focused in that direction.

His face grew stern.

“The Heavenly Spring Holy Land’s Almighty... is finally here.”