King Engine Of One Punch Man

Quiet!

Dead!

When King admitted that he knew how to prophesy, the scene fell silent for a while, and the needle could be heard. Everyone looked at each other and looked at him strangely.

After a while.

Xi Ba Ba Wa coughed lightly, and the white pupils stared at King closely, as if they could see through King. She slowly said, "King, the old lady knows that you want to divert my attention and make me feel at ease. However, You worry too much. I have predicted countless disasters in my life, and I have seen countless death scenes in the crystal ball. Moreover, I have lived a very old age and I am satisfied. For death... if it is destined to heaven , Then I can accept it."

"..."

King was speechless for a while, and he was right. He really didn’t know how to predict. However, I’ve read the comics, and knowing the direction of the plot is equivalent to prophesying. Knowing that your old man will die before Poros comes, and die aggrieved. On a lozenge.

By the way, if you have time, you should remind Sic about the Poros disaster. Since Shibaba predicted his death, it means that Poros is also coming. The destruction of City A has entered a countdown. This is something he cannot stop. He All that can be done is to remind Xiqi to evacuate the residents of City A and minimize casualties.

"Ha, Lord Shibaba, King's approach may be a bit surprising, but I don't think you need to be so nervous about death. We will guard you at all times to prevent all accidents from happening." The zombie man smiled slightly.

Fleish stroked his beloved sword, his expression indifferent, and did not speak.

Hey, you don't believe me so much?

King smiled helplessly, didn't say much, people didn't believe it, and you couldn't prove that you really understand the prophecy, you can only stare at it.

Several people chatted for a while, and under the arrangement of the staff, they moved into this big palace temporarily.

...

King, the zombie man, and Flesh are guarding Sibabawa. At the same time, he also reminded Sici A city of the devastating disaster. As for believe it or not, it depends on Sic’s own judgment. Anyway, he Can't produce convincing evidence, just do my best.

As soon as Tenten passed, Xibabawa ate and drank every day without any accidents. However, in another city, Y city, an accident happened.

The God of Cooking Contest is about to begin!

"Eh, did I forget something?"

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

"I don't want to, the world is big right now...The safety of protecting Xibabawa is the greatest."

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

This kind of life is very pleasant!

Oh owe!

Tornado touched her nose and looked at the dark eggs on her pan. She couldn't help but feel annoyed. Since she agreed with King to compete in the Y City Chef God Competition, she went home and practiced cooking hard. Yi, finally let her learn something, from the deep-fried kitchen to fried eggs.

She used her mind to control the Kurozumi-like fried egg to fly into her mouth, and after hesitating again and again, she bit down resolutely...

Nonsence! Nonsence! Nonsence!

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

"Stir-frying... so difficult!"

"You said, why is cooking so hard?"

When Tornado complained, Chuuxue also complained: "I would rather kill the weirdo."

"Master Chuuxue, cooking is actually not that difficult. 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 instead of..."

The B-class hero, one of the members of the Fuxue team, and the hero nicknamed the Violent Chef, looked at the boiled fish in the pot of Fuxue, which was terrible.

Blow Xue Liu frowned and said, "Hey, chef, do you have some simple dishes? Tomorrow the God of Cooking Contest is about to begin. I can't be absent. The God of Cooking trophy must be mine."

"Master Chuuxue, what do you want the God of Cooking trophy for?"

Violent chef can't laugh or cry. Are you culinary going to compete to win trophies? Unless you are the daughter of the organizer.

"Play, fun." Chuuxue said casually.

The Violent Chef suddenly realized, patted his chest and proudly 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 for tomorrow." Chuuxue urged: "Well, don't talk about these digressions, you quickly teach a simple stir-fry." Hum, sister, I will definitely not lose to you, king, Don't laugh, I won't lose to you, I will definitely beat you guys and dogs.

"Oh." The violence chef nodded thoughtfully, and then introduced: "Master Chuuxue, you should just learn to fry eggs. This is the simplest dish. I will tell you the steps. Salt, out of the pot!"

"Okay, I will practice right away, hum, the God of Cooking trophy belongs to me."

Chuuxue was full of enthusiasm, and quickly plunged into the battle to destroy the kitchen.

"..."

The violent chef is extremely weak, Master Chuuxue, you want to win the championship even with a fried egg, it's difficult!

However, he also had some ideas of his own. Since Master Chuuxue wants the trophy of this God of Cooking Competition, then...Only I will go out in person, Master Chuuxue, wait, I will bring you the trophy.

boom!

When he was distracted, Chuuxue had already finished frying the pan once, and came out with a dark face asking for a change of the pan.

...

the next day.

City Y.

After experiencing the zombie disaster, everyone has been working hard to rebuild their homes. Today is a happy 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?"

"Cut, what is he? Let me tell you, if our violent chef from Y City, the God of Cookery, comes to the competition, he will definitely be the champion. According to statistics, he has won seven trophies for God of Cooking, which is unprecedented in history. He is known as the king of the culinary world."

"Oh, what a pity, if he weren't going to be 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 with people, and everyone gathered together to chat with gusto about various Eight Trigrams and various gossips.

"There are so many people, I wonder if that guy King is here?"

A figure wearing a green robe covering her whole body and wearing a grimace mask walked through the crowd slowly, towards the position of the contestant. The magic is that wherever she passes, the crowd will involuntarily separate a road. Let her pass.

"Really, why would Chuuxue think of suggesting a culinary test, and to participate in the God of Cooking Contest in order to win or lose, I... I haven't learned how to fry eggs after a few days of practice. If I didn't want to lose to that guy, I would definitely I won’t come to the competition, because...it’s too embarrassing. I fried the eggs at the God of Cooking Contest. I... Fortunately, I’m smart and come out wearing a robe. No one knows me anymore, and it’s convenient. I hide my secret weapon, huh, I don’t believe that the guy King knows how to cook. I want to see him get knocked out with my own eyes and laugh at him badly, and the winner of this competition must be me."

It turns out that this mysterious player is Tornado. After three failures, she completely gave up relying on her true ability to advance.

"Fried eggs...too difficult."

After Tornado entered the arena, another contestant wearing a dark green robe and a cartoon character mask also entered the arena. She was Fuxue. She naturally didn't want to reveal her true identity because of her covertly dressing. Cooking is also unsightly.

However, she also came prepared, striving for a place and defeating the tornado and king.

"This guy is king?"

"The opposite person who refuses to reveal his identity is... King? My sister is not so tall! So where did my sister go? She escaped?"

Tornado and Fuxue looked at each other and guessed the identity of each other. Tornado deliberately raised her height in order to conceal his physical characteristics, while Fuxue was wearing very loose robes in order to conceal his hot figure. She doesn't tell her gender.

Immediately after the two of them, another man wearing a golden robe embroidered with the ancient emperor's logo and a mask engraved with the word "king" entered the arena with high profile, which was eye-catching.

"Who is this again? King?"

"Why is there such a tall person again? Look at his mask... he is king? Then the one opposite to him is actually his sister?"

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

"Huh? Why are two people wearing green robes? Which one is Fuxue-sama?"

In fact, "king" is indeed "king", but it is not the king of the heroic world, but the king of the culinary world-the violent chef. Yesterday, he saw that Chuuxue cares so much about the trophy of the God of Cooking Contest. With the idea of ​​getting off the court in person, after all, his own cooking skills of Master Chuuxue couldn't even make it through the knockouts.

However, he did not end in a fair manner. He knows very well that Master Chuuxue is a person with strong self-esteem. If he reveals his identity and wins a trophy and then gives it to her, she will definitely not want it. So, he must hide his identity and win it. After the trophy, I will give it to Master Chuuxue. Presumably, a polite person like Master Chuuxue won't refuse other gifts. Hey, I am not only good at cooking, but also in my mind.

He slowly walked towards his position while carefully observing the two mysterious players in green robes. Soon, he recognized Fuxue. No way. He has been in the Fuxue group for more than two years. He is very familiar with Fuxue's every move. The robe is fine. Hide people's appearance, but can't hide people's behavior and habits.

Hey, Master Chuuxue, let me help you win the God of Cooking trophy!

He stared straight at Chuuxue with a smug expression.

"Oops, why does king keep staring at me?"Chuuxue watched "king" staring at her, and her heart burst out, "This guy doesn't think of me as my sister, right?"

"Hey, king, you are blind, I am the tornado, what do you see others do? Really, stupid like a pig."

Tornado discovered that "king" looked at another mysterious player in a green robe instead of looking at himself, and suddenly thought that "king" had recognized the wrong person.

"But what's the situation with your straight eyes? Are they provocative? Who is afraid of whom?"

She hated her secretly, and stared at "king" directly, but unfortunately, "king" didn't pay attention to her at all, and didn't even look at her, making her gritted her teeth with anger.

So, in this weird atmosphere, the God of Cooking Contest officially began.

"Men and ladies, welcome everyone to participate in our God of Cooking Contest. This contest is sponsored by Eastern Chef Group. Well, not much nonsense. I'm afraid everyone has been waiting for the start of the contest. Everyone is ready. I can’t wait to show you my superb cooking skills, then, I announce the annual God of Cookery Competition... officially started!"

The host enthusiastically announced the start of the contest.

Clang! Slap! Wow!

For a time, all the chefs showed their abilities, cutting vegetables and hot pots.

After the host announced the start of "king", he immediately picked up the kitchen knife and crackled it on a piece of tofu. The scene was very beautiful. Under his control, the rough kitchen knife was embroidered like embroidery needles. The stitches and threads were very precise. A crystal clear Bai Lan flower.

"Eh? King... can you cook?" Tornado watched the "king" performance blankly, shocked, "He... he should just be good at swordsmanship, right? Damn it, I didn't expect this to be a king. The guy still has a good knife."

"King has a good skill, but good knives don't mean you know how to cook. The most important thing is the taste."

Chuuxue also glanced at "king" in amazement.

"King" was greatly encouraged, and even showed off his ability to hold kitchen knives in both hands, winning the praise of off-site audiences.

"Smelly!"

Tornado and Chuuxue snorted together.

The two of them looked different in the field. The others were very 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 is a knockout round, eliminating most of the chefs, leaving only the top sixteen.

"Wow!"

After the "king" carving is finished, the actions such as adding oil, adding salt, and putting the pot in one go are all done in one go. Outsiders see a master style, full of beauty, and people can't help but be addicted to it.

"This guy really knows how to cook?"

"No? King's cooking skills are so good?"

Tornado and Fuxue stare at them, watching the "king" movements. They are definitely so skilled in cooking all the year round.

"We were tricked."

The two of them exclaimed in their hearts, this guy King hides too deeply, he knows how to cook, and he looks very good!

Damn it, suffer!

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