I am Noble

A loud voice echoes across the stage of tens of thousands of people.

"First! On stage! Glorious name! The true champion of Korea! Hyo! State!"

Whoa! Whoa!

The cheerful music sounded like it was tearing the sky apart. The noise is dull in the ears, but I don't find it strangely noisy. The crowd had no idea what was going on, but once they heard what was going on, they shouted.

Whoa! Whoa!

“What, this? Please. Weren't you at the refrigerator recording? ”

“I'm also here because Jeong Hyo-ju is coming as a guest. ”

“Who cares? It's exciting. Just yell! ”

“Yeah-ap! ”

The cheers of the crowd shake the stage. Perhaps this is what a drifting sound sounds like. The crowds were puzzled as to what was going on, shouting as they were immersed in the cool host's voice.

Whoa!

Meanwhile, at the center of the sound, Seon Hyojoo had no way to erase his embarrassing expression.

"What the hell are you doing? ’

I thought you said you were going to be a guest on the culinary arts program. You said you were giving and receiving the proper torque with Kungen and giving a friendly image to the public?

What is this upbeat atmosphere that seems to fall in the middle of a professional wrestling stage? I can't adapt at all.

“168cm tall! Weight, Secret Pounds! She's Korea's Hurricane and Whitehead Mountain! Naming the champion now! You stand out!”

The host's voice was really loud. The comment was not bad. The crowd didn't stop screaming like they were addicted to drugs.

Whoa! Whoa!

“Whitehead Mountain? What's that?”

“Who cares? Maybe he translated Mount Baekdu into feet. ”

“Champion! Champion! ”

Is... is this really okay? Jeong Hyojoo was so ashamed that he wanted to turn around and run away. However, more than 30,000 people's gaze was already stuck in one body.

No matter what happens before or after, this little stage is now a battlefield. You can't show the trend of running away from the battlefield.

“Next! Far west! An Exotic Champion Travelling the Big Deep Pacific! Kun! Shl! Hey!"

Whoa! Whoa!

Neon's lighting flashes dazzling everywhere. The dark sky was torn apart by the rays. The excitedly drunk crowd yells, not knowing what they are saying.

Rrrrgh! Kwaguang!

The lightning strikes once. A massive set of walls cracks to the left and to the right, with white smoke rising from them. It is on the other side of the entrance where Jeong Hyoju came out.

Through the cracked set wall, Kungen walks through the white smoke confidently. Wearing a black tie and a golden cloak, her face is full of vigor.

After a few steps, Kungen stopped and looked up at Jeong Hyoju. It was the angle that Kungen looked up because Jeong Hyoju was at a higher place.

The excited host's voice echoes.

“Here! On this stage now! Two of the most noble rivals in the world! We've met! ”

Whoa!

“The best chefs in the world! A culinary battle for the rest of your craftsmanship! In the place of that glorious duel, face each other like destiny, and face each other again! ”

Whoa! Whoa!

“A long time ago, in the Roman Colosseum, many warriors fought against each other and fell! Many spectators have watched the holy blood battle! But now we are! I don't envy them at all! Because... right here! Because I watched those heroes' souls burn! ”

Whoa!

The crowds who were drunk with the unparalleled explosion of emotions, such as joy, excitement, addiction, frenzy, joy, buzzing, etc., cried out as if their necks were resting. His voice was so loud that he couldn't even hear his own ears.

Jeong Hyojoo was silent, Kungen gazed with his own eyes, and the chef stared at the stage, dazed behind the set wall.

A chef muttered.

“Do we really have to cook there? ”

“Can I go home? ”

“No! All right, get ready! Now it's your turn, chefs! ”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. That host didn't introduce us, did he? ”

“That's right, get out! Come on!"

Is this a culinary showdown? Are you a professional wrestler?

Chefs were dragged away like cattle being dragged to slaughter.

Meanwhile, Young-woong...

“Wow……. Cool! This is it! This is the rivalry I really wanted! ”

I was moved.

* * *

It was a dream stage.

While tens of thousands of spectators watched, the chefs cooked with all their might, and the guests blew their heartfelt grudge or generous compliments. Evaluations came out, and whenever scores were announced, the audience shouted, "Let your voices pop." No, that's what the moderator encouraged.

“That moderator is amazing. ”

“Yes, there is. It's not a big deal, but we're getting the crowd to respond. ”

“I want to work with him even after this shoot. ”

The staffs below the Fidi rather showed a deeper interest in the moderator.

“Ah! I'm out! The frown of Kungen Schulfib! Send a reckless refusal to praise the Korean champion! Is the American champion not in favor of the Korean champion's taste assessment? ”

Whoa! Whoa!

“Fight! Fight! Fight!”

“Hang on! Hang on! Hang on!”

“Woo! We want to see a fight! Woohoo!"

“Isn't this a culinary arts program? ”

“Who cares? We want to see a fight! Whoa! I didn't come here to watch you fight with your tongue! Woohoo!"

The crowd flirts with their thumbs down. Respond to Kungen's taunt. It turned out that there were not only Koreans in the audience, but also Westerners and Black people mixed quite a bit.

“Champion! Champion! American Champion!”

“Hyojoo Jeong! Yankee has contradicted your judgment! Show me your rigorous judgment! ”

It was definitely a cooking program. But the glittering stage, the enthusiastic young crowd scream, and the clever progression of the host transformed the culinary competition program into a WWE stage.

Jeong Hyojoo, Korea's strongest!

The New Morning Star in America, Kungen!

The incompatible two champions broke through time and eventually met in the same place as fate, trying to instill each other's self-esteem through a substitute for cooking evaluations, but they eventually pushed themselves to the limit and are now at a fork in their destiny to draw the sword they had endured!

…… is the commentary of the moderator.

“Stop judging the dishes and fight! ”

“Fight! Fight! Fight!”

“Let's hide who's really over power here! Get out of your seat! ”

This is the home of South Korea, Jeong Hyojoo. However, it was not a one-sided atmosphere with Jung Hyojoo. Although she is clearly dominant, she does have a few voices of support for Kungen.

Is it because the host is so good at progressing? Or is it because of the white, the black, which occupies a large part of the audience?

“Kungen! Kungen! I love you!”

“Khhh! How can I hate such a beauty?! ”

“Enemies of destiny! It's a more adorable position! ”

Among the Koreans, there were quite a few Kungen fans. On the contrary, among the Westerners, the fans secretly coveted Jeong Hyo-ju.

Because of that atmosphere, this is Jeong HyoJu's home and the United States is very bad with Korea and so on, so that fans can only cheer without quarrelling with each other.

“Win Jeong Hyo-ju! Defeat Kungen! Defeat Jeong Hyo-ju! I don't know! Anyone wins! Anyone loses! Rrrrgh! Just beat them both! Beat it!”

Jeong Hyojoo hurriedly heard a familiar voice saying that he didn't know what to do with this perplexing atmosphere. She quickly looks at you. But I couldn't find it.

Am I hearing this wrong? ’

Yeong-woong should be in the United States by now. It can't be here. But I'm sure that voice...

“Answer me. How do you score nine points for that dish? Ten points on my scale, 10 points! ”

Kungen casts a sharp look at me. Jeong Hyojoo was greeted with a beer stare. Did you or did you not set this up? How long are you going to play this stupid game...?

“Huh?"

It was then that Jeong Hyojoo stopped feeling his heart pounding and ringing. She's not the only one. Kungen's eyes flutter with the feeling of similarity.

As if they had promised, they slowly raised their heads toward the sky. A great shadow hides the moonlight.

“…… a monster? ”

“The Red Mob? No!”

Jeong Hyojoo exclaimed reflectively. This fierce energy is never the Red Mob. Black, no more. The evidence is making my fingertips tremble.

― Gooooo!

A lion like beast roars, its wings spread wide, looking down. The vertical eyes glow fiercely in the dark.

“Oh, no! Don't interrupt the recording! ”

...... I think I just heard a familiar voice again.

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The weather's gone crazy. I'm gonna get somebody.