Chapter 1913: This time I will surely win

This dragon turtle ingredient, ever since it came into Wu Zhong's hands, he has always treated it as a treasure; its usual storage is meticulous, and he never lets others handle it, always doing it himself.

One can see how much he treasures this dragon turtle.

But now, Wu Zhong without hesitation pulled it out of his space ring and, with a thud, chopped it onto the stove.

The meaning is already clear: he intends to use this dragon turtle ingredient in a contest against Ye Zhangqing.

Wu Zhong's move left not only the young disciples stunned, but even veteran experts like Bai Yuan were somewhat dumbfounded.

"This kid is crazy?"

"Even if he's not crazy, he's not far from it."

"Dragon turtle ingredient, used here?"

"Waste of heavenly treasure."

What's more, a hint of reluctance appeared in their eyes; even though this dragon turtle wasn't theirs, seeing Wu Zhong use it here made them feel it was a waste.

This is just a simple contest, especially on Ye Zhangqing's side................

As Wu Zhong produced the dragon turtle ingredient, everyone also wondered what ingredient Ye Zhangqing would use to respond.

Having just become Young City Lord, Ye Zhangqing probably doesn't have any immortal beast ingredient comparable to it; his foundation can't match.

Only Ma Qiankun wore a confident look at this moment.

Wu Zhong's dragon turtle ingredient is indeed fine, but everyone thinks Ye Zhangqing lacks an ingredient of equal rank, which is a big mistake.

Could they have forgotten the previous Cooking King Hall contest, where Ye Zhangqing was the victor and the prize was a whole pure-blood immortal phoenix?

The value of that pure-blood immortal phoenix is not inferior to Wu Zhong's dragon turtle.

As for that pure-blood immortal phoenix, Ma Qiankun certainly didn't take it; instead, he forced it onto Ye Zhangqing.

In matters of human relations, Old Ma still has a clear grasp.

"Just" a pure-blood immortal phoenix—how could it compare to the friendship with Ye Zhangqing? No loss.

So, Ma Qiankun is well aware that even if Wu Zhong's product goes berserk and he directly pulls out the dragon turtle ingredient, Ye Zhangqing will definitely not lose to him in ingredients.

Gazing at Ye Zhangqing with bright, spirited eyes and a hint of anticipation, he said, "Come forth, pure-blood immortal phoenix."

However, under Ma Qiankun's confident gaze, Ye Zhangqing indeed produced his own ingredient.

But as several monster beast ingredients hit the ground, Ma Qiankun froze outright.

"What's the situation? Where's the pure-blood immortal phoenix? Pull it out!"

Meanwhile, others unaware of this, seeing Ye Zhangqing produce a few monster beast ingredients, didn't find it strange.

After all, he had just become Young City Lord; lacking top-tier immortal beast ingredients is understandable.

"You didn't give this kid immortal beast ingredients?"

Bai Yuan and the three others—one of the Deputy City Lords, with a grim expression, asked Bai Yuan.

Hearing that, Bai Yuan silently shook his head, "We haven't had a chance to give it yet."

Seeing this, that Deputy City Lord's face darkened and he cursed.

"How could you not give Ye Xiao the ingredients, and now what are we to do?"

"Give them now?"

"With so many eyes watching, do you think everyone is blind?"

One slip amidst many precautions—actually forgetting to give Ye Xiao immortal beast ingredients in advance; just as it began, Ye Xiao suffered a major loss in ingredients—what can we do?

Meanwhile, on the other side, Huang Lao showed no change in expression, merely glancing faintly at Ma Qiankun, who had been following him.

Originally, this Old Ma wanted to cling to Huang Lao's thick thigh, but now, faced with Huang Lao's glance, Ma Qiankun immediately panicked.

"Huang Lao, back then.................."

"Let's talk later."

Ma Qiankun felt utterly wronged; back then I didn't want that pure-blood immortal phoenix, but Huang Lao didn't give him the chance and directly cut him off.

Faced with Huang Lao's calm tone, Ma Qiankun wanted to explain but dared not speak further.

He could only look at Ye Zhangqing with a heart full of grievance, his eyes seeming to say, "My little ancestor, why won't you bring out the pure-blood immortal phoenix?"

Everyone else brought out dragon turtle ingredients, and you're messing with these monster beast ingredients—what for?

And Wu Zhong, seeing Ye Zhangqing's chosen ingredient, also flashed a hint of confidence.

"Monster beast ingredients? Hah, good, this battle I will surely win, steady as can be."

After the previous events, Wu Zhong no longer looks down on Ye Zhangqing, directly raising Ye Zhangqing's culinary skill to his own level.

Not daring to be the slightest careless, he therefore without hesitation produced the dragon turtle ingredient.

But now, Ye Zhangqing actually uses monster beast ingredients—isn't that a sure win?

When culinary skill is equal, the ingredient gap becomes crucial.

Moreover, monster beast ingredients and immortal beast ingredients are not even on the same level; it's a complete crushing.

Using immortal beast ingredients against monster beast ingredients, Wu Zhong can't imagine himself losing; this battle is certain to be won.

Although everyone present has different thoughts, based on the current ingredient comparison, most feel Ye Zhangqing will lose.

After all, this ingredient gap is truly too large.

Furthermore, regarding the seasonings each will choose next, Wu Zhong's are all top-notch without exception.

In contrast, Ye Zhangqing's side is quite ordinary; indeed, more than half are still what he brought from Zhu Tian Wan Jie.

Comparing Xia Jie seasonings with Immortal Realm top-tier seasonings, is there any comparability?

Increasingly pessimistic about Ye Zhangqing, yet from start to finish he remained completely calm, paying no heed to the surrounding crowd's thoughts.

Even when noticing Wu Zhong's frequent glances, Ye Zhangqing lifted his head and kindly reminded him.

"Focus on making your own dish well; with such fine ingredients, don't waste them."

"You................"

As soon as those words were spoken, Wu Zhong was so angry his teeth itched.

What the hell does that mean? You damn well treat me, Wu, as what? I'm your disciple, and you say this about me.

We're damn sparring, and you're damn saying this?

Feeling slighted, from Ye Zhangqing's gaze and words, Wu Zhong felt that the other party simply didn't put him in his eyes at all.

Rather than saying this is a sparring match, it's more like he's just accompanying me in aimless play.

Wu Zhong was quite serious, having sworn to defeat Ye Zhangqing to prove himself.

But in the end, the other party simply didn't put him in his eyes at all, leaving Wu Zhong with an indescribable humiliation.

Moreover, today shouldn't he have taken the initiative to dampen Ye Zhangqing's prestige, to let him know not to think that becoming the Fourth Young City Lord means he can stand on equal footing with him?

That should have been the case, but why does it now feel like Ye Zhangqing is suppressing his prestige instead?

From start to finish, Ye Zhangqing never put him in his eyes—this is backwards, isn't it?

His teeth were practically grinding from anger as he glared fiercely at Ye Zhangqing, but at this moment Ye Zhangqing paid no heed to Wu Zhong's intent, lowered his head, and busied himself with preparing the ingredients.

Ignored again, Wu Zhong's eyes blazed with fire as he inwardly roared madly.

"Fine, fine, fine, you wait—I'll see how you talk after I beat you later; then I'll definitely make you taste what it's like to be ignored. I will win this battle."