111: Disruptors

Looking at Han Fei’s incredibly skillful technique, the old professor who had previously questioned Han Fei now had a face filled with disbelief and shock.

“How… how did this guy do it?”

Even though he watched intently, every subtle movement clearly visible, Han Fei’s fluid noodle-making technique still exceeded his comprehension.

This feeling was like watching a top magician’s performance; everything was clearly visible, yet incomprehensible, making one question the limits of their own perception.

“What kind of technique is this?! Why have I never seen it before?”

“Truly impressive.”

“Even a Three-Star Gourmet Hunter probably couldn’t imitate it!”

“What kind of technique is this?! I really want to learn it!”

“How could someone teach you such a unique secret skill?”

Several One-Star Gourmet Hunters exclaimed in admiration, their eyes filled with respect and longing.

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly, “Oh my god, look! He really fused all thirty types of noodles!”

“He actually did it!”

“Is he really just a Two-Star Gourmet Hunter?”

“I’d believe it if you said he was a Four-Star!”

The teachers of the Gourmet Academy praised him endlessly.

Not far away, Cen Fei gently pressed her slightly heaving chest, her eyes shimmering with infatuation.

Han Fei’s extraordinary craftsmanship, like a warm current, deeply touched her heartstrings. “It’s too perfect, simply like art!”

“Yes, this is simply a miracle!” Long Feihe was equally excited.

As Han Fei completed the final touches, the ten thousand vegetable rolled noodles, perfectly fusing thirty types of vegetables, were solemnly placed on the display stand, awaiting the final judgment of the Stage of Cuisine.

And the silver light curtain slowly descending from above the stage instantly magnified every detail of this masterpiece, allowing every audience member to clearly experience the visual impact.

The ten thousand vegetable rolled noodles on the light curtain were vibrant and colorful, like the most brilliant stroke on a painter’s palette.

Red and green intertwined, yellow and purple interwoven, like a vivid painting, or a dreamlike garden, blooming with the radiance of life, inspiring endless imagination.

This sight not only astonished many students, but even Sloth, who had been lying on the ground, indifferent to everything, opened one sleepy eye, revealing a rare hint of interest. “Heh heh, a bit interesting.”

Meanwhile, the Sin of Jealousy’s reaction was even more intense.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot from extreme jealousy, almost spewing out tangible flames.

“Jealousy! Jealousy! I’m going crazy! I really want! I really want to steal your cooking skills!”

The Sin of Jealousy’s sharp shouts were clearly extremely loud, yet no one around heard them.

On the stage.

Yang Fan, who was fully engrossed in making the Thousand Silk Dragon Roar Noodles, instantly had all his confidence and perseverance shattered by the ten thousand vegetable rolled noodles Han Fei had created.

The ten thousand vegetable rolled noodles, perfectly fusing thirty types of vegetables, was a height he could not reach even with his utmost skill.

“I lost…”

Yang Fan’s lips curled into a bitter smile, which contained both self-mockery and sincere admiration for his opponent.

Although he knew the outcome was decided, he still meticulously completed his work; this was a sign of respect for the ingredients and an accountability to himself.

Han Fei’s and Yang Fan’s dishes both successfully transformed into silver-grade gourmet treasure chests.

Although they were both silver-grade, there was still a difference.

The result was naturally without any suspense; Han Fei won the championship with an overwhelming advantage.

Battle successful!

Chain Quest Progress +0.00211%

The bronze-grade kung fu cuisine treasure chest has been stored in the prize warehouse and can be extracted at any time.

In addition to the quest rewards, Han Fei also received some precious cooking books as a stage reward, as well as a special reward, a mysterious treasure chest—a silver-grade kitchen utensil treasure chest.

Han Fei briefly glanced at the cooking books from the stage reward, found them not very helpful to him, and gave them to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan held them in his hand, immediately feeling as if he had found a treasure.

Although he had lost three years of cooking experience, these cooking books could completely compensate for his loss, and even allow his cooking skills to reach a higher level.

Qin Jixing, in the audience, stared intently at the silver-grade kitchen utensil treasure chest Han Fei held, his eyes filled with confusion.

“Why is it a silver-grade kitchen utensil treasure chest? Shouldn’t it be a bronze-grade kung fu cuisine treasure chest?!” His inner astonishment was uncontrollable, and he blurted out the question.

The teacher in his ring also let out a slight sound of surprise.

“That’s not right, I clearly sensed the aura of a bronze-grade kung fu cuisine treasure chest, why didn’t I see it?”

Qin Jixing’s gaze instantly became as sharp as a blade. “Could it be that he used some method to hide it?!”

Once this thought emerged, it could no longer be dispelled.

“Perhaps, but why would he do that?” Qin Jixing’s teacher was puzzled.

Although a bronze-grade kung fu cuisine treasure chest was valuable and coveted by many, with the identity and status of a Two-Star Gourmet Hunter, he was perfectly capable of protecting it.

“Why he did it, that’s not important. Now, no matter what, I must get the bronze-grade kung fu cuisine treasure chest!”

Qin Jixing’s tone was full of determination.

He then pulled out a seemingly ordinary pair of glasses from his pocket, with a faint, almost imperceptible glow circulating on them.

“Are you sure you want to use these glasses?” Qin Jixing’s teacher asked in astonishment.

Qin Jixing carefully placed the glasses on his nose, gritting his teeth and saying, “Only this way can I ensure he trades with me!”

He then adjusted his glasses and focused his gaze on Han Fei.

The next moment, the space around Han Fei twisted, and countless mirrors, smooth as water, appeared out of thin air.

They formed a perfect circle, firmly imprisoning Han Fei within this cage made of reflections.

Nowhere to escape, no opening to exploit.

“What is this?”

Han Fei looked at this sudden mirrored maze, his heart filled with inexplicable dread.

At the same time, gasps of surprise erupted from the audience.

“Didn’t the final battle already end? What’s with these mirrors?”

“Not sure, it doesn’t seem to be related to the Stage of Cuisine.”

“This looks like a magical item.”

…Unlike the curiosity and surprise of the crowd, a solemn expression appeared on Cen Fei’s and Long Feihe’s faces.

Their eyes met, seemingly realizing the seriousness of the situation.

“Something feels off,” Cen Fei whispered, her brows tightly furrowed.

“These mirrors are strange,” Long Feihe echoed.

The two then discreetly activated their respective intelligence networks, attempting to ascertain the origin of these mysterious mirrors.

And Sloth, who had been lazily lying at their feet, suddenly stood up, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. “A spoiler has appeared.”

Beside him, the Sin of Jealousy’s face was filled with uncontrollable ecstasy. “I will take everything from him!”

…On the stage.

Han Fei’s gaze was fixed on the mirror surface before him.

Only to see a line of ancient text slowly appearing in the mirror, like an ancient spell, carrying an irresistible power.

“Hand over the bronze-grade kung fu cuisine treasure chest.”

This instantly made Han Fei’s face as dark as a cloudy sky.

He was being threatened.

Han Fei pressed his lips together, saying nothing, his mind rapidly pondering how the other party knew he had a bronze-grade kung fu cuisine treasure chest.

He hadn’t even taken it out of the warehouse yet.

“Let’s test them first.”

As Han Fei’s mind stirred, the Yellow Sand Flowing Wood Flame within his body, as if sensing its master’s emotions, transformed into a streak of light, carrying heat and wildness, and fiercely lunged at the strange mirror before him.

Then a bizarre scene unfolded.

The moment the Yellow Sand Flowing Wood Flame touched the mirror surface, it seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, strangely merging into the mirrored world and disappearing.

Immediately after, as if space was twisting and inverting, that wisp of flame shot out from another mirror behind Han Fei, heading straight for his back.

Han Fei quickly used his mind to control the flame, preventing it from darting around.

Just as he was filled with surprise and uncertainty, lines of eerie text slowly appeared on the mirror surface.

The handwriting was cold and ruthless, as if it could penetrate the barriers of the human heart.

“Don’t struggle, it’s meaningless.”

“Hand over the bronze-grade kung fu cuisine treasure chest, and I will let you go.”

Han Fei’s gaze narrowed slightly, an imperceptible cold glint flashing in his deep eyes.

He quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket, attempting to contact the outside world, but found that there was no signal.

Han Fei then tried to use his hand to break the mirror, but his hand simply couldn’t touch the mirror surface.

Punching into one mirror, his fist would only emerge from another mirror.

The text on the mirror surface flickered again, carrying an undeniable authority.

“Stop your futile struggles.”

“My patience is limited.”

Facing this provocation, Han Fei’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer, clearly not intending to yield.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, a distant call echoing in the depths of his Soul—it was his special connection with Luna Fairy Spirit.

A moment later, he successfully established communication with Luna Fairy Spirit.

“I’m trapped within a bunch of mirrors, the situation is a bit tricky…”

Han Fei succinctly described the predicament he was in, a hint of imperceptible anxiety in his words.

Luna Fairy Spirit listened quietly on the other end, then offered her analysis. “You’ve likely encountered a gold-grade magical item, the Enemy-Trapping Glasses.”

“Don’t worry, this magical item only has the effect of trapping enemies. As long as you stand still, there will be no danger.”

Han Fei’s brows relaxed slightly upon hearing this, and he pressed on, “What about the method to break it?”

“The simplest way is to have someone outside deal with the wearer of the glasses.”

Luna’s voice carried a hint of composure, pointing Han Fei in the right direction.

“If that can’t be done, then you can only try using gold-grade or higher teleportation methods.”

Han Fei’s face couldn’t help but tighten slightly, his brows furrowed. “Is it that tricky?”

“You can also try waiting. Using the Enemy-Trapping Glasses will greatly consume the user’s eyesight. When he completely loses his sight, the glasses will lose their effect.”

A hint of urgency flashed across Han Fei’s brow as he pressed, “How long will that take, roughly?”

“That varies from person to person. If it’s an ordinary person, they might go blind in 10 minutes. But if it’s someone with a special vision-type Divine Ability, it could last for several days.”

After hearing this, Han Fei’s face grew even gloomier.

Just as the atmosphere solidified, a line of eerie text suddenly appeared on the mirror surface, each word carrying an irresistible pressure.

“Hand it over quickly, or I’ll kill you right now.”

Sensing the other party’s impatience, Han Fei’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer, completely ignoring him.

Qin Jixing seemed to have caught Han Fei’s confident attitude, and his tone immediately softened somewhat.

“As long as you hand over the bronze-grade kung fu cuisine treasure chest now, I can not only let you go but also compensate you with other things.”

This piqued Han Fei’s interest. “What will you compensate me with?”

Seeing Han Fei say this, Qin Jixing was instantly overjoyed.

“He really has the bronze-grade kung fu cuisine treasure chest!”

Taking several deep breaths, trying to calm his surging emotions, Qin Jixing controlled the glasses and sent Han Fei some more information.

“I can exchange it with rare treasure chests, silver-grade kitchen utensils, silver-grade ingredients, and gold-grade seasonings.”

“What kind of rare treasure chests? Tell me.”

Qin Jixing listed more than ten types of treasure chests, but none of them piqued Han Fei’s interest.

“If you’re not satisfied, I can go look for more, but you must give me the kung fu cuisine treasure chest now.”

Han Fei scoffed at this, immediately extinguishing any thoughts of trading with the other party.

He asked Luna Fairy Spirit in his mind, “Do you have a way to get me out of here?”

“I can use a summoning spell to teleport you to me, but it’s a bit dangerous.”

“Then I’ll trouble you.”

Han Fei was not afraid of danger at all.

After all, he had the protection of the Dragon God, so even if he actively sought death, he probably wouldn’t die.

“Then get ready, I’m teleporting you over.”

Han Fei prepared himself mentally. “I’m ready.”

In an instant, a mysterious power surged from all directions, tightly enveloping him.

Then came a dizzying sensation, as if space-time was twisted and folded.

When he came to his senses, Han Fei found himself in an intensely hot cave, where lava flowed freely.

The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, and the glow of the magma reflected on his face, as if he were being scorched by charcoal… “How did he disappear?!”

Because of Han Fei’s disappearance, the Enemy-Trapping Glasses lost their target and automatically deactivated.

Qin Jixing’s face was filled with disbelief.

“How on earth did he do it? Why was there no sign at all?!”

His teacher speculated, “I vaguely sensed fluctuations in the Law of Space, so he probably used some Advanced spatial teleportation item.”

Qin Jixing gritted his teeth, regret and unwillingness burning in his chest like a raging fire. “Damn it! The treasure chest was right in front of me!”

His teacher sighed lightly, a hint of helplessness and regret in his tone. “If you had listened to me just now and offered the Soul treasure chest in exchange, the outcome might have been different.”

Qin Jixing couldn’t help but let out a soft cry upon hearing this. “That’s an eight-grade treasure chest!”

“Although it’s an eight-grade treasure chest, its usefulness to you is far less than a bronze-grade kung fu cuisine treasure chest.”

“But…”

Qin Jixing was about to retort, but his words caught in his throat.

It was because he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder; a hand was resting there.

He sharply turned his head, and what met his gaze was a face twisted almost to the point of being grotesque.

That face was a mixture of greed and madness, like the darkest nightmare from the abyss.

“Your life is over, you scum!”