One Punch Man King Engine

Quiet!

Dead silence!

When King admitted that he knew how to prophesy, the scene fell silent for a moment, a needle could be heard, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at him with strange eyes. Ω Δ Kanshu Pavilion WwW. ΩkanΩshuge. la

After half a sound.

Xibabawa coughed lightly, her eyes full of whites stared at King closely, as if she could see through King, she said slowly: "King, my old lady knows that you want to divert my attention and make me feel at ease, but, Don't worry too much. I have predicted countless disasters in my life, and I have seen countless death scenes from the crystal ball. Moreover, I have lived a long life and I am satisfied. As for death... if it is destined by God , then I can accept it."

"..."

King was speechless for a while, he was right, I really don’t know how to prophesy, but I have read the comics, and I know the direction of the plot, which is equivalent to a prophecy, knowing that you will die before the arrival of Poros, and you will die aggrieved On a lozenge.

By the way, it is time to remind Xiqi about the Poros disaster. Since Xibabawa predicted his own death, it means that Poros is coming soon, and the destruction of City A is counting down. This is something he cannot stop. He What can be done is to remind Xiqi to evacuate the residents of City A to minimize casualties.

"Ha, Mr. Xibabawa, King's actions may be a bit surprising, but I don't think you need to be so nervous about death. We will always guard by your side to prevent any accidents from happening." The zombie man smiled slightly.

Flash stroked his favorite sword, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't speak.

Hey, you don't believe me so much?

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

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

...

King, the zombie man and Flash guard Xibabawa. At the same time, he also reminded Xiqi that City A will encounter a devastating disaster. As for whether to believe it or not, it is up to Xiqi to judge. Can't come up with convincing evidence, just try my best.

Time passed day by day, Xibabawa ate and drank well every day, and nothing unexpected happened. However, in another city—Y City, something unexpected happened.

The MasterChef contest is about to begin!

"Hey, did I forget something?"

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

"Don't think about it, the sky and the earth are big right now... Protecting Xibabawa is the most safe."

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

Such a life is very comfortable!

Ah owe!

Long Juan touched her nose and looked at the black eggs on her frying pan. She couldn't help feeling annoyed. Ever since she made an appointment with King to compete in the Y City God of Cooking Contest, she went home and practiced cooking hard. Art, finally let her learn something, from frying kitchen to frying eggs.

She used telekinetic power to control the charcoal-like fried egg to fly into her mouth, and after hesitating again and again, she resolutely bit it down...

Nonsence! Nonsence! Nonsence!

She spat several times in a row, her face full of disgust, and after a while, she fell down on the sofa again powerlessly.

"Stir-frying... so difficult!"

"Tell me, why is cooking so difficult?"

When Tornado complained, Fuxue also complained: "I'd rather kill monsters."

"Master Fubuki, 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, not..."

The B-level hero, one of the members of the Fuxue team, and the hero nicknamed the Violent Chef stared at the boiled fish in the Fuxue pot, which was horrible.

Chuuxue Liu frowned, and said, "Hey, Chef, do you have some simple dishes? The God of Cooking competition is about to start tomorrow. I can't be absent. The God of Cooking trophy must be mine."

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

The violent chef can't laugh or cry, your cooking skills go to the competition to win the trophy? Unless you are the sponsor's daughter.

"Play, fun." Fubuki prevaricated casually.

The violent chef suddenly realized, patted his chest and said proudly: "Oh, that's easy to solve. I once participated in the MasterChef competition, and I have several trophies at home. I'll give you one."

"No, I want tomorrow's one." Fuxue urged: "Okay, don't talk about these digressions, you can quickly teach a simple stir-fried dish." Hehe, sister, I will definitely not lose to you, king, Don't laugh, I won't lose to you either, I will definitely defeat you couple.

"Oh." Chef Violence nodded thoughtfully, and then introduced: "Master Fuxue, you might as well learn how to fry eggs. This is the simplest dish. I will tell you the steps, that is, add oil, lay eggs, add Salt, out of the pot!"

"Okay, I'll practice right away, hum, the God of Cooking trophy is mine."

Full of energy, Fubuki quickly threw himself into the battle to destroy the kitchen.

"..."

The violent chef is extremely powerless, Mr. Fubuki, you want to win the championship even with a fried egg, it is difficult!

However, he also has his own thoughts, since Master Chuuxue wants the trophy of this God of Cooking Competition, then... only I will do it myself, Master Fuuxue, just wait, I will bring you the trophy back.

boom!

When he was distracted, Fubuki had already finished frying the pot once, and came out with a dark face and asked to change the pot.

...

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 MasterChef Competition has begun.

Excellent chefs from all over the country gathered together to compete in culinary skills.

"Hey, have you guys heard? W city chef also came to participate in the competition."

"Wow, was it last MasterChef?"

"Tch, what is he? Let me tell you, if our violent chef from Y City came to compete, he would definitely be the champion. Do you know that in all the God of Cooking competitions he has participated in, the champion has never been an exception? His, according to statistics, he has won seven God of Cooking trophies, which is unprecedented, and he is known as the king of the culinary world."

"Oh, what a pity, if he didn't become 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 about all kinds of gossip and gossip.

"There are so many people, I don't know if that guy King is here?"

A figure wearing a green robe covering her whole body and wearing a grimace mask walked slowly through the crowd, heading for the contestants. The amazing thing was that wherever she passed, the crowd would involuntarily part ways. Let her pass.

"Really, how could Fubuki think of proposing a cooking competition, and it is to participate in the chef's competition to determine the winner. I... I haven't learned how to fry eggs after practicing for a few days. If I don't want to lose to that guy king, I will definitely I won't come to the competition, because...it's too embarrassing. I overcooked the eggs at the MasterChef Competition. I...fortunately, I was smart and came out wearing a long robe. Now, no one will recognize me, and it's convenient I hide my secret weapon, hmph, I don't believe that King knows how to stir-fry, I want to see him eliminated with my own eyes, the bad guys ridicule me, and the winner of this competition must be me."

It turned out that the mysterious player was Tornado. After repeated failures, she completely gave up relying on real skills to advance.

"Frying eggs...is 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 Fubuki. Naturally, she did not want to reveal her real identity with her discreet attire. After all... Her The cooking skills are also unsightly.

However, she also came prepared, striving for a ranking and defeating Tornado and King.

"Is this guy a king?"

"The person on the other side who refuses to reveal his identity is...king, right? My sister is not so tall! So where is my sister? Did you run away?"

Tornado and Fuxue looked at each other and guessed each other's identities. In order to cover up his physical characteristics, Tornado deliberately raised his height, while Fuxue wore a very loose robe in order to conceal his hot figure. Can't tell her gender.

Immediately after the two of them, another one entered the arena wearing a golden robe embroidered with the ancient emperor's logo and a mask with the word "king" engraved on it, attracting attention.

"Who is this? King?"

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

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

"Eh? Why are there two people in green robes? Which one is Fubuki-sama?"

In fact, "king" is indeed a "king", but it is not the king of the hero world, but the king of the culinary art world - Violent Chef. Yesterday, he saw that Fubuki cared so much about the trophy of this God of Cooking Competition. With the idea of ​​going off in person, after all, Mr. Fubuki's culinary skills can't even pass the knockout round.

However, he didn't end up aboveboard. He knew very well that his master Fubuki was a person with strong self-esteem. If he revealed his identity and won the trophy and gave it to her, she would definitely not want it. So, he wanted to hide his identity and win the trophy I will give the trophy to Fubuki-sama afterward, presumably such a polite person as Fubuki-sama would not refuse other people's gifts, hehe, I am not only a good cook, but also a good brain.

He slowly walked towards his position, while carefully observing the two mysterious contestants in green robes. Soon, he recognized Fuyuki. You can hide your appearance, but you can't hide your mannerisms.

Hehe, Master Fuxue, let me help you win the God of Cooking trophy!

He stared straight at Fuxue with a smug expression.

"Oops, why does King keep staring at me?"

Fuxue saw "king" staring at her all the time, and felt a sudden, "This guy won't regard me as my sister, will he?"

"Hey, king, you're blind, I'm the tornado, what do you see other people doing? Really, as stupid as a pig."

Dragon Juan found that "king" was only looking at another mysterious player in green robes instead of looking at himself, so he immediately thought that "king" had misunderstood the person.

"However, what's the situation with your straight eyes? Are you provocative? Who is afraid of whom?"

She hated secretly, and also stared straight at "king", but unfortunately, "king" didn't pay attention to her at all, and didn't even glance at her, which made her gnash her teeth in anger.

So, in this weird atmosphere, the God of Cooking competition officially started.

"Men and ladies, everyone is welcome to participate in our God of Cooking competition. This competition is sponsored by the Oriental Chef Group. Okay, let's not talk nonsense. I'm afraid everyone has been waiting for the start of the competition. All the contestants are also ready. I can’t wait to show everyone my superb cooking skills, so I announce that the annual MasterChef Competition... officially begins!"

The host enthusiastically announced the start of the contest.

clang! Clap! Crash!

For a while, all the chefs showed their special skills, chopping vegetables, and hot pots.

After the host announced the start, "king" immediately picked up the kitchen knife and carved it on a piece of tofu. The scene was very beautiful. Under his control, the rough kitchen knife was like an embroidery needle. There is a crystal clear white lotus.

"Eh? King...can you cook?" Long Juan stared blankly at "king"'s performance, very shocked, "He...he should just be good at swordsmanship, right? Damn, I didn't expect this guy King And a good knife."

"King is skilled, but good knife skills don't mean he knows how to cook. The most important thing in the MasterChef Competition is the taste."

Fubuki also glanced at "king" in surprise.

The "king" was greatly encouraged, and even showed off his ability to carve flowers with kitchen knives in both hands, winning constant applause from the audience outside the venue.

"Stinky show off!"

Tornado and Chuuxue snorted together.

The two of them were different in the field, others were busy and full of enthusiasm, but they were not in a hurry, that is, they didn't pick vegetables, and they didn't start fire, as if they had a well-thought-out plan.

The first round of the God of Cooking Competition is a knockout round. Most of the chefs are eliminated, leaving only the best sixteen.

"Wow!"

Immediately after the carving of the "king" is completed, oiling, salting, cooking, etc. are done in one go, and the outsiders look at it like a master, full of beauty, and people can't help but enjoy it.

"This guy really knows how to cook?"

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

Longjuan and Fuxue stared wide-eyed, watching the movements of "king", they must be so proficient in cooking all the year round.

"We've been tricked."

The two of them exclaimed in their hearts, King is hiding too deeply, he actually knows how to cook, and he looks very good!

Damn it, I'm going to suffer!