Chapter 1980: This Fellow Has Gone Mad

The crowd below exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of surprise in the other's eyes, for they all keenly sensed that Wu Zhong was unusually different today.

Only to see him on the stage, his body moved like lightning, his punching wind howling, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, his whole body brimming with endless power and passion.

However, regarding the whispered discussions below like furtive muttering, Wu Zhong seemed not to hear, completely immersed in the fierce battle, fighting to his heart's content.

You should know, Wu Zhong has never been renowned for his combat prowess; after all, his true expertise lies in the culinary arts, as a famous Spirit Chef, his combat ability is hardly an advantage for him.

Although within the Cooking King Immortal City, on this tiny plot of land, his combat ability could be considered top-notch, but if one looks across the vast Immortal Realm, it falls far short.

But today, Wu Zhong is truly a complete reversal of his usual self.

Look at the aura he now displays, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, mighty and intimidating, inspiring awe.

His ferocious combat style is even more unlike his past self, making it hard to believe that this imposing figure before us is none other than the usual lovesick sycophant Wu Zhong.

Where is there even a trace of his usual meek compliance, even somewhat like a sycophant?

Such a huge contrast truly leaves people stunned.

Especially the opponent currently locked in fierce battle with Wu Zhong, who is inwardly bitter beyond words.

He had just exchanged blows with Wu Zhong when he was instantly stunned by the opponent's overwhelming, mountain-moving aura, leaving him dazed and confused.

He couldn't help but inwardly lament, what deep grudge or great hatred do I have against you?

It's just an ordinary sparring match; is it really worth going all out like this?

Only to see Wu Zhong flash his form, striking like a ghost, his moves fierce and ruthless, showing no mercy whatsoever.

In the blink of an eye, the opponent collapsed unable to rise, and this battle ended again at astonishing speed.

After just two fierce bouts, everyone present showed surprise, secretly pondering the reason behind it.

Clearly, the situation is becoming increasingly suspicious, and the problem seems to lie with Wu Zhong himself.

At this moment, Wu Zhong standing on the stage had his chest heaving violently, his eyes flashing with determined light.

He harbored only a single obsession in his heart.

"As the Young City Lord of the Cooking King Immortal City, the Deputy City Lords have placed great hopes in me and entrusted me with important duties. In today's battle, I must give my all, to bring glory to the Cooking King Immortal City; even if I die on the battlefield, I will never disgrace its prestige."

Upon this thought, Wu Zhong's blood boiled, his heroic ambition surged to the heavens, and his sense of belonging to the Cooking King Immortal City instantly exploded to the extreme.

At this very moment, if someone demanded Wu Zhong engage in a life-and-death duel, he probably wouldn't even frown.

Because he had long disregarded his own life and death, his heart and mind filled solely with defending the honor and dignity of the Cooking King Immortal City.

"Who else dares to step onto the stage and fight me?"

Wu Zhong let out a furious roar, his voice shaking the four wilds, like a thunderclap exploding.

Those present hearing it changed color, unable to help cursing silently.

"What the hell is this guy up to? It's just an ordinary stage fight; is there any need to be so arrogant?"

However, when everyone faced Wu Zhong's overwhelming, breath‑taking aura, the whole scene fell into a deathly silence, and for a moment no one dared to step onto the stage to challenge him.

To say everyone was purely out of fear would not be entirely true; more so, they were genuinely dazed and at a loss by what they saw before them.

Seeing no one step onto the stage, Wu Zhong's surging hot blood felt as if trapped in a cage with no outlet; unable to suppress his inner agitation, he again raised his voice and shouted loudly.

"With so many people here, could it really be that not a single person dares to fight me to determine superiority?"

This roar thundered like an exploding clap, stirring a commotion among the crowd.

Finally, after a brief silence, a figure shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, leaping onto the stage.

This person was clearly thoroughly enraged, his eyes wide open, blazing with fury as he glared at Wu Zhong, speaking indignantly.

"Young City Lord Wu, your remarks are perhaps too humiliating; we have no grudge against you, we came merely to participate in an ordinary stage bout—what is your purpose in saying such things?"

Facing the opponent's questioning, Wu Zhong showed no weakness, he waved his arm impatiently and replied.

"Don't waste words! I only ask you—do you dare to fight me?"

Upon hearing this, the man trembled with rage and shouted angrily.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing those words, Wu Zhong instantly flared with rage, jumping like thunder as he roared.

"How dare you say there's something wrong with the people of the Cooking King Immortal City? What audacity, you shameless little thief—take a punch and feel the power!"

Before his words even faded, Wu Zhong flashed his form, instantly closing in on the opponent, simultaneously swinging his right arm with a howling wind straight toward them.

Meanwhile, the person facing him, seeing Wu Zhong's murderous aura rushing over, turned deathly pale, inwardly lamenting, could this guy have lost his mind, unable to even understand what others say?

When did he ever say the people of the Cooking King Immortal City had a problem? He was clearly talking about Wu Zhong's own condition—you must have gone mad.

However, Wu Zhong gave this person no chance to defend himself; only see that fist as big as a cauldron, appearing before his eyes with the speed of thunder before one can cover their ears, leaving no time to react.

Faced with Wu Zhong's reckless, unrestrained conduct, this person was instantly infuriated from head to toe.

Although it's still unclear what exactly has happened to Wu Zhong, the saying goes, even a clay figurine has a bit of temper—how could we tolerate such wanton bullying?

In the face of Wu Zhong's attack, this person also let out a roar and shouted loudly.

"Wu Zhong, don't bully people too much."

"You wretch, when did the Cooking King Immortal City ever kill your whole family, insult its reputation, destroy its dignity—you're asking for death."

Here we go again—this bastard now completely refuses to listen to reason; if so, we can only fight, using fists to knock some sense into him.

Immediately, the two clashed into a melee on the stage; it's clear that this third entrant is not weak.

He is completely beyond comparison with the previous two.

Moreover, everyone present is familiar with this youth—a major power from the Immortal Realm, considered among the renowned Heavenly Pride of the younger generation there.

Although not on par with Ye Zhangqing and the other three Yāoniè, he is still a pillar of the younger generation, his strength not to be underestimated, his battle record glorious since his debut.