110: The duel between the two

As a dazzling silver light suddenly pierced through the clouds, the much-anticipated Silver-rank Food Battle officially began.

The once quiet sports field instantly became lively, with people gathering from all directions like a surging tide.

Students gathered in twos and threes, their faces beaming with excitement and anticipation, chatting animatedly, full of expectations and guesses about the battle.

Teachers also appeared one after another, some sitting, some standing, their eyes sparkling with concern and curiosity, seemingly very interested in the upcoming competition.

"A Silver-rank Food Battle, I haven't witnessed one in ten years," an elderly teacher sighed with emotion, his eyes shimmering with memories, as if seeing past glorious duels through the present hustle and bustle.

"Speaking of which, who is Professor Yang's opponent? Is he also a Two-Star Gourmet Hunter renowned in the gourmet world?" a young teacher beside him asked curiously, his tone full of curiosity and respect.

It should be known that the name Yang Fan is almost universally known in Tianhe City.

His reputation has long surpassed the campus, becoming a frequent topic of conversation in high society.

This is not only because of his Peak culinary artistry, easily ranking among the top ten chefs in Tianhe City, but also because of his unique ten thousand vegetable rolled noodles, which dominates the noodle world.

Its deliciousness and creativity are equally famous nationwide, captivating countless diners and earning Yang Fan the title of "King of ten thousand vegetable rolled noodles," a shining star in Dragon Country's noodle culture.

At this moment, in the center of the battle stage, Yang Fan had removed his upper garment, revealing a lifelike Azure Dragon tattoo on his right arm.

Under the dim light, the tattoo seemed to contain endless vitality, quietly lurking.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, clenched his jaw, and bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood onto the Azure Dragon pattern.

In an instant, an astonishing scene unfolded.

The Azure Dragon tattoo seemed to be activated, emitting a low, resounding roar that echoed in everyone's ears, instilling an involuntary sense of awe.

Immediately after, emerald green scales, as if summoned, emerged from beneath Yang Fan's skin, rapidly spreading across his entire body, enveloping him in a layer of dazzling green light.

His eyes also underwent an astonishing transformation at this moment, turning into sharp and profound Dragon eyes, shimmering with a heart-pounding light, as if a true Dragon had descended, making people dare not look directly, only able to gaze from afar at this awe-inspiring power.

"Is this Professor Yang's Azure Dragon Transformation?! It's absolutely amazing!"

"To be so fortunate as to witness Professor Yang use the Azure Dragon Transformation, coming here to study was truly worth it!"

...Gasps of surprise erupted from the crowd, every person witnessing this moment was deeply shocked, their hearts surging with unspeakable excitement and admiration.

In contrast, Han Fei's corner appeared exceptionally low-key, even with a hint of overlooked tranquility.

His movements were unhurried, as if the surrounding noisy discussions had nothing to do with him.

He gently unzipped his backpack and slowly took out a set of unassuming cooking utensils.

The utensils had no ornate decorations, no dazzling gleam; they were extremely simple, just like those found in every family kitchen.

Then, Han Fei took out ordinary ingredients from an ordinary treasure chest of ingredients.

Everything proceeded in the most unadorned manner, as if to show everyone that the essence of cooking does not lie in external splendor, but in the heart and hands of the creator.

"Is this guy out of his mind? Does he think he can compete with Professor Yang with this kind of street stall stuff?" a student sneered, his tone full of disdain.

"Hmph, my family has a set of those utensils. Is he here to make a joke?" another person echoed.

Laughter rose and fell around them, full of mockery.

Compared to Professor Yang's azure dragon blade, Azure Dragon Pot, and other magical cooking utensils, the utensils Han Fei had the Special Guard Team prepare were indeed very ordinary.

Seeing many students show disdainful smiles, an elderly teacher stood up and said earnestly, "Children, true chefs do not rely on fancy tools. Culinary skill is the key to everything."

"For those who have reached the level of a Two-Star Gourmet Hunter, the difference between ordinary magical utensils and ordinary utensils is actually minimal. You should focus your attention on cooking techniques; that is your most valuable asset on your future path."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd, and everyone's gaze refocused on Han Fei.

"Look! What is he preparing? That technique... could it be... ten thousand vegetable rolled noodles, an Advanced Two-Star dish?!"

"Impossible, that noodle dish is extremely difficult to make; even a Three-Star Gourmet Hunter would struggle to master it. Does he really have that skill?" someone next to him questioned, his eyes flickering with curiosity and anticipation.

"I think he's just crazy. Trying such a difficult dish with those mediocre utensils, he definitely won't win," another person scoffed, his words full of dismissiveness towards Han Fei.

"Professor Yang is a Great Master of the noodle world. This guy actually wants to challenge him with noodles, how arrogant!"

"ten thousand vegetable rolled noodles, even Professor Yang hasn't successfully made it, how dare this guy!"

Han Fei, with his Physique, naturally heard all these voices very clearly.

But his expression remained as calm as water, without the slightest waver, as he silently spread out the cooking utensils in his hands.

After receiving the quest reward of Two-Star Advanced Gourmet Hunter experience, many recipes and the experience of making them also appeared in Han Fei's mind.

Just like he was currently making ten thousand vegetable rolled noodles, he had at least thousands of successful experiences in his mind.

At this moment, as he began to make ten thousand vegetable rolled noodles, that deep-seated sense of familiarity arose spontaneously.

Every action of kneading and rolling the dough seemed to be guided by an invisible hand, precise and flawless.

The successful experiences echoed in his mind, each successful image clearly visible, as if the crystallization of countless practices, converging at this moment into an unwavering belief in victory.

The reason he chose to challenge Yang Fan with noodles was because he knew there was a special reward mechanism on the Stage of Food.

If he could defeat his opponent using their mostSkilled (adept) dish, he would unlock the mysterious treasure chest reward of the Stage of Food.

Since victory was inevitable, why not gain a little more?

On the other side, Yang Fan, who had transformed into a half-Dragon form, his emerald pupils flickered with wariness and curiosity.

He stared at Han Fei, his heart in turmoil.

What does this guy mean?

Is he also good at noodles?

Or... does he want to use my strength to defeat me and get the treasure chest reward?

Thinking of this, an unspeakable anger surged in Yang Fan's chest.

If the opponent were a Three-Star Gourmet Hunter, Yang Fan would feel frustrated, but he could still accept it.

But as a fellow Two-Star, someone actually dared to try to defeat him with his proud noodle dish. This was undoubtedly a great insult to him, making him feel underestimated and his dignity challenged.

"Since you are so confident, then let me see if you have what it takes."

Yang Fan's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes becoming sharper than ever before.

With a gentle wave of his arm, his transformed Dragon claws moved like agile snakes, weaving through the flour.

Each noodle, under his control, became as fine as hair, lightly interwoven, delicate and resilient like Dragon whiskers, showcasing his unique strength and precision as a half-Dragon human.

On Han Fei's side, he carefully selected thirty fresh vegetables.

Each color, each leaf, was meticulously considered and paired by him.

Then, he used his unique knife skills to cut the vegetables into uniform and exquisite shapes, colorful and vibrant, like a work of art on a palette.

Next, with almost stringent standards, he meticulously rolled these vegetables into paper-thin noodle wrappers.

Every movement revealed the dedication and pursuit of a craftsman, striving to achieve a dual Peak of visual and taste experience.

"Such skilled movements, I didn't expect him to actually have some tricks up his sleeve."

Yang Fan's gaze closely followed Han Fei's every move, and the opponent's fluid operation quietly dissolved the contempt deep within him.

The air in the arena seemed to solidify, and the tense emotion spread silently through the crowd like invisible ripples.

Every subtle movement of the two on stage was captured by countless eyes, not even daring to blink, for fear of missing any astonishing display of skill.

As time slowly passed, Han Fei's movements became swifter, yet miraculously without losing an ounce of precision.

His hands seemed to be endowed with magic, transforming the colorful vegetables one by one into delicate sprites, and then, in an almost illusory manner, weaving these fragments into vivid, distinctly textured noodles.

Watching him chop up different kinds of vegetables and make them into noodles using various magical techniques, the crowd below couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"How many kinds of vegetables is he going to use?"

An old man over seventy, despite his blurred vision, still tried to adjust his spectacles, attempting not to miss any detail of Han Fei's actions.

"Fifteen kinds... I counted, it's indeed fifteen different vegetables," a young man next to him responded in a low voice, mixed with shock and disbelief.

"Is this guy really making ten thousand vegetable rolled noodles? No mistake?"

Such questions spread through the crowd.

Because it is well known that the essence of ten thousand vegetable rolled noodles lies in harmony; each added vegetable means an additional, difficult-to-manage weight on the scales of balance.

And historically, only one Four-Star Gourmet Hunter successfully fused twenty vegetables, which was already recognized as a Peak achievement in the industry.

"This guy actually dares to fuse a sixteenth kind. I think he doesn't want to win anymore."

A white-haired old teacher gently shook his head, his eyes containing both a silent admiration for Han Fei's courage and, more so, deep skepticism about the rationality of this action.

Although Han Fei heard these questioning voices, he was not affected in the slightest, a faint smile even playing on his lips.

These people below simply didn't know that what he possessed was not only thousands of successful experiences with ten thousand vegetable rolled noodles but also little-known unique techniques.

It was this unique technique that gave him the confidence to attempt what others saw as a crazy act, to create a miracle that would leave everyone stunned.

As time slowly passed, Han Fei immersed himself wholeheartedly in each cooking process, every movement revealing an unspeakable focus and reverence.

The vegetables, under his nimble fingertips, underwent a magnificent transformation.

Their ordinary appearance shed, revealing the vibrant colors and pure freshness bestowed by nature, like spirits of nature, reborn at this moment, displaying their proudestattitude (posture).

Every cut was the ultimate pursuit of precision and beauty.

Between Han Fei's rising and falling knife, he was not only cutting ingredients but also carving a love and respect for food.

And each stirring and mixing was like a painter's delicate blending on a palette, colors and flavors intertwining, creating a stunning harmony, as pleasing to the eye as a work of art.

Beside him, Yang Fan, encouraged by Han Fei's fluid movements, wielded his azure dragon blade even more fiercely.

The blade sliced through the air, bringing with it a series of deep yet prolonged Dragon roars, which was not only a symphony of blade and wind but also a resonance of Yang Fan's inner passion and skill.

The noodles, under his skillful hands, gradually became as fine as hair, finally transforming into wisps of light, transparent miracles, as if a mysterious link connecting taste buds and soul.

In this atmosphere of focus and art, the two seemed isolated from the outside world, with only themselves, the ingredients, and an endless exploration of culinary art remaining.

The surrounding audience was deeply drawn into this state of self-forgetfulness, their eyes gleaming with astonishment and admiration, as if pulled by an invisible force, unable to tear their gaze away from this awe-inspiring scene.

As the final step was completed, Han Fei carefully chopped the carefully prepared thirtieth vegetable and gently rolled it into the paper-thin noodle wrapper.

"Thirty vegetables, he's absolutely crazy..."

Cen Fei murmured to herself, unable to believe her eyes.

Long Feihe, beside her, had a solemn expression, his eyes revealing complex emotions; clearly, he was full of curiosity and anticipation for Han Fei's next move.

After processing thirty vegetables of various colors and forms, Han Fei took a deep breath, gathered his Qi, and then began his most crucial and difficult step: fusing the flavors of these vegetables.

Under his skillful hands, those vegetables, originally each with their own distinct characteristics, gradually lost their independent boundaries, yet gained new life in their loss.

Their colors permeated each other, and their textures intertwined.

Each unique flavor was meticulously blended, neither overpowering nor content with being ordinary, intertwining just right, like a harmonious symphony orchestra, slowly playing a beautiful culinary dance on the tip of the tongue.

The surrounding audience was all shocked by this, their gasps of surprise rising and falling, full of disbelief.