People are eating halberds, I am a chef in the dark cooking world!

"Sagi Hao!"

……

"Marcanta!"

Ace took a deep breath and directly read ten names.

As soon as Ace's voice fell, the ten people who had read their names stood in front of him, looking at each other.

In their minds, these people in front of them should be their next opponents.

Therefore, they looked at each other with hostile eyes.

At the same time, among the ten people, Malkanta seemed particularly excited.

His aggressive gaze kept scanning back and forth on his opponent, like a ferocious beast that had been hungry for more than ten years, as if it would rush forward in the next moment, tearing all the enemies in sight into pieces of flesh.

"This guy……"

"Is he going to kill me..."

Feeling Ma Erkanta's gaze, some female late-night cooking leaders couldn't help but shuddered and kept thinking in their hearts.

Although they are women, they have done a lot of bad things, and their hands are covered with blood. Otherwise, they would not be able to be the leader of the late night cooking.

But even so, they still felt a little afraid of Malkanta's lunatic gaze.

"Now you can choose one of the following people as your opponent, and the opponent cannot refuse!"

Looking at the late night cooking leaders with different expressions in front of him, Ace said slowly.

"The people below?"

"Isn't it the other party?"

Hearing the words, Markanta turned his head immediately, looked at Ace, and asked.

"No."

Ace said directly.

As soon as Ace's words fell, those late-night cooking leaders who stood up breathed a sigh of relief.

In this way, it means that they don't have to be Malkanta's opponents.

Although they didn't know about Malkanta's culinary skills, judging from Malkanta's amazing momentum and cruel smile, they knew that this guy was definitely not someone to be taken lightly!

"correct."

"What about the food?"

"Is there any regulation?"

Upon hearing this, Malkanta nodded his head and continued to ask.

"No."

"For this competition, there are no rules for your cooking!"

"So bring out your best dishes!"

"after all……"

"The loser will be thrown into Tokyo Bay~"

Ace said with a smile.

"In that case..."

Hearing this, Malkanta glanced back and forth at the leaders of the late-night cooking in front of him, choosing his opponent.

Sensing Malkanta's gaze, some of the weaker late-night cooking leaders quickly turned their heads so as not to meet Malkanta's gaze.

They were afraid that they would become his opponents if their eyes met Malkanta's.

"You are the one!"

Suddenly, Malkanta pointed to a man in black and leather in front of him.

"I?"

Seeing Malkanta pointing at him, the man in the suit suddenly showed bitterness, and said in disbelief.

He never expected that even though he had minimized his sense of existence, Malkanta could still choose him.

"Yes."

"It's you!"

Markanta said with a smile while sticking out his tongue and licking his lips.

"Can you tell me why you chose me?"

The man in the suit slowly walked up to Markanta and asked.

Although he is also the leader of Late Night Cuisine, he is only the leader of a small organization.

In his opinion, he was no match for Malkanta at all.

"why?"

"Because I hate people wearing suits the most."

Malkanta heard the words and said directly.

"Suit?"

Hearing Malkanta's words, the man in the suit looked at Malkanta continuously.

In this way, after looking at it for a while, he sighed helplessly.

The makeup on Marcanta's face, as well as the clothes on his body, are completely dressed like a clown.

And Marcanta, dressed in this way, can be forgiven for hating himself because of the suit.

When Markanta finished picking his opponent.

The remaining chefs also picked their opponents.

Soon, they were standing in front of their stove, waiting for Ace's order.

"Taste twenty dishes at the same time."

"You want to exhaust the old man to death."

Looking at the group of late-night cooking leaders who were preparing for the competition, Nakiri Senzaemon looked at Fumi Takayama with resentful eyes, and said slowly.

"Only twenty dishes."

"When I was a judge before, I had to taste more than 100 dishes."

"And it's that kind of unpalatable dish!"

Listening to Nakiri Senzaemon's complaints, Takayama Fumiba glanced at him and said quietly.

The situation Gao Shanwen mentioned was naturally when he used to train those children in the dark cooking world.

When Gao Shanwen was practicing cooking, the examiners also tasted hundreds of dishes at the same time, but they were still exactly the same dishes.

This is why the examiners in the dark culinary world are very strict.

If you are asked to taste more than 100 dishes with the same style and uneven quality, then you will not have a good temper.

"did you?"

"I don't know where you learned such a cooking skill before?"

Listening to Takayama Fumi's words, Nakiri Senzaemon suddenly became interested and asked Takayama Fumi quickly.

"You don't have to worry about that."

"Anyway, you can't find it now."

Gao Shanwen heard the words and said directly.

If before, Gao Shanwen was afraid that there would be some old culinary monster hidden in this world.

After this trip to Shu, Gao Shanwen didn't have to worry at all.

Because those culinary old monsters who are stronger than themselves have basically ascended to the fairy world.

Those who are left now are naturally the guys whose cooking skills have not reached that level.

And the current chefs can't even cook shiny dishes, so Gao Shanwen doesn't have to worry about it.

"Since you don't want to say it, forget it."

Listening to Takayama Fumi's answer, Nakiri Senzaemon shook his head.

Nakiri Senzaemon didn't care much about Takayama's origin.

What he cares about is whether Gao Shanwen can solve the curse of God's Tongue!

If Gao Shanwen can solve it, then no matter what Gao Shanwen did before, no matter what angry things he did, he will help Gao Shanwen settle it.

This is his strength in the Japanese cuisine industry!

While Fumi Takayama was talking with Nakiri Senzaemon, the late-night cooks below had already started their actions.

Among them, the one with the biggest movement and the most eye-catching is naturally Malkanta.

The meat dish Marcanta is going to make this time.

I saw that he chose a piece of good beef.

Throw the beef on the chopping board, then take out the kitchen knife, under the gaze of everyone.

Malkanta's arms cut through the beef at an extremely fast speed.

Although Malkanta is a bit bulky, his movements are not slow.

With the continuous waving of his arms, afterimages appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"call……"

Suddenly, Malkanta stopped and let out a long breath.

I saw the beef that was still full of fascia just now.

It has become extremely smooth at the moment.

He cut off the fascia and excess meat on the beef.

“The food is good.”

"Hey hey hey..."

Looking at the meat on the cutting board, Malkanta suddenly let out a strange laugh.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Marcanta directly put the beef into a special iron pot that looked very strange.

"That thing of his..."

"what is it then?"

Seeing Malkanta's movements, a late-night cook on the stage quickly asked his companion.

Because of Malkanta's amazing momentum and his special kitchen utensils, his cooking has attracted most people's attention.

"do not know……"

"This kitchen utensil is a bit strange..."

Hearing his companion's question, another late-night cook slowly shook his head and said aloud.

Under the gaze of everyone, Marcanta took out another special kitchen utensil and put it on top of the pot.

In this way, everyone finally understood why Marcanta's kitchen utensils looked so strange.

The combination of these two pots is completely a ball!

This is the first time they have seen iron balls used for kitchen utensils.

"This……"

"Can this kind of thing really be used as a kitchen utensil?"

Looking at the kitchen utensils in front of Marcanta, one of the late-night cooking chefs hurriedly said loudly.