I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 392 - 259: Kung Pao Chicken

Watching Boka exuding powerful black energy all over his body, Ostralia was also somewhat astonished. After encountering such significant setbacks on the path of cultivation, Boka unexpectedly reversed the situation, with his abilities not only not declining but advancing. Dark Cuisine truly is extraordinary.

The secret technique from the Old Era is beginning to resurface. Does this mean that the laws are changing? Otherwise, it’s simply unfeasible. Or does it mean that Lord Oliver genuinely possesses a fortune beyond ordinary? Though just an observer, Ostralia still felt very moved, using a willing sacrifice from a King as the atmosphere for dining. How bold and astonishing that is. The ultimate mental state, unparalleled focus, is also crucial.

Ma Liu was also intently watching Boka’s every move. The foundation of an ancient gourmet elder was all in there, such meticulous control of heat, such mastery of the blade’s dance, was something he couldn’t match at all.

Initially, when their lineage faced a dead-end road, Boka and Alain had to make a choice, but Alain’s abilities and mindset did not meet the requirements. He was on the verge of going astray, and even if not dead, his finesse and wisdom were insufficient to survive around Oliver. Eventually, Boka chose the path of dark cuisine and let Alain leave to seek his own fortune.

As a judge, Ostralia knew the whole story. Originally, the success rate of the path of Dark Cuisine in the Old Era was almost zero. Boka wanted to leave hope for his disciple; unexpectedly, Boka succeeded, while the highly anticipated Alain ended up lurking in the streets, pretending to be a turtle.

Sensing Ostralia’s unusual gaze, Ma Liu remained calm, focusing on the heat control of the ingredients. The curing time had to be just right; though the process was simple, control of heat was vital, hence the need to compress the time.

Boka’s exquisite plating was complete, he began to sear the chilled foie gras, a process perfectly removing its gamy taste, while Ma Liu also started the fire and added oil, beginning to stir-fry peanuts. Once they began, Ostralia’s hanging heart finally laid to rest. Ma Liu assumed an extremely calm ordinary hidden state, without any special moves, not even poisoning, just truly stir-frying a simple home-cooked meal.

This kind of home-cooked meal, let alone him, even if all the elders of the Gourmet Association came together to stir-fry, it wouldn’t make a difference. The gourmet duel did not have an absolute correlation with the intensity of hidden power; it mainly concerned the understanding of the culinary realm and the true power the cuisine could express.

Both entered the final stage, the aroma of the cuisine filled the entire room, yet distinctly produced a boundary, neither able to infringe on the other’s domain. However, it was clear Boka’s aura was far more formidable, with the small-town dish oppressed into a corner.

Ostralia knew there was no suspense, which was also reasonable. Alain’s skill and talent were not lacking, but Boka also had fortune laden upon him, accomplishing the Dark Cuisine ritual under impossible circumstances, formally breaking through. With his original realm, a disciple trying to catch up was indeed as hard as ascending to the heavens. Most elder gourmets chose to pass on their legacy during special circumstances, otherwise letting the disciple overcome the mentor was too tough; now there’s no chance, Boka was at an unprecedented peak.

Both were finishing their plating, Boka’s dish was magnificent, Dark Cuisine——Dragon Liver Phoenix Marrow.

Of course, not real dragons and phoenixes, but Ostralia saw Boka’s final sauce. The bottle contained a mixture of Earth Dragon Blood and Firebird Blood, stored separately unable to be preserved long-term, but combined achieved a sort of static balance, an exceptionally rare delicacy, exceptionally rare even for the Gourmet Association, making this dish miraculously transformative at the last moment.

This is also the ultimate kill.

Meanwhile, Ma Liu also placed the steaming mixed chicken cubes into the dish, the simple home-cooked dish——Kung Pao Chicken.

"Time’s up, tasting begins now," Ostralia said, as Boka and Ma Liu both brought their dishes to each other’s front, placing them on the table.

The tasting was not conducted by the judge, but by the duelists, within this cuisine lay their fate and power. The victor lives, the loser dies.

Ma Liu picked up the knife and fork, starting to taste the Dragon Liver Phoenix Marrow. It melted instantly in his mouth, the incomparable fragrance exploded within the oral cavity; for a moment, one’s troubles disappeared, filled with a sense of happiness, the body felt like floating, once started, impossible to stop. Every sensory was melted by food, this is the supreme realm of cuisine.

While across the table, Boka had adjusted his dining napkin, looking at the Kung Pao Chicken in front of him, furrowing his brows, glancing at the chopsticks, but still picked up the spoon, placing it in his mouth, chewing, with a slightly unusual gaze, yet it regrettably disappeared quickly, then another spoonful followed by another.

The two silently ate, all of a sudden Ma Liu’s face changed, his body began trembling, black perspiration fell from his forehead like a waterfall, black blood seeped from the mouth corner, the knife and fork fell, he also collapsed to the ground curling into a ball, struggling painfully, merely biting his teeth tightly to avoid shouting, gray-black hidden powers shuttled back and forth in his body, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking with every shuttle like steel bars piercing and tearing within his body.

Boka ignored Ma Liu’s condition, silently eating his Kung Pao Chicken. Ostralia sighed softly, on the hidden path, there’s no compassion, the disciple’s pain and death are also part of the dining atmosphere.

Just when Ostralia was preparing to announce the result, he suddenly froze, as blood began to flow out of Boka’s eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

Boka disregarded this, glanced at Alain, gaze returned to the dish, finally revealing a relieved smile, "What a dish of Kung Pao Chicken."

Boka struggled to muster his strength to turn back, towards where he hadn’t noticed in a long time.

Outside the window, the city lights.

Boka’s bloodstained eyes finally lost their light, no longer holding any obsession, collapsing softly, his sins could only be repaid by death.

While on the ground, Ma Liu’s compressed figure was gradually recovering, with continuous force pouring in to release him from the curse, restoring him to his rightful form, the pain was fading, bringing an overall sense of relaxation, expelling the negative black liquid and hidden power, achieving rebirth and transformation.

Within the Kung Pao Chicken are the joys and sorrows of countless people struggling on the edge of survival; they dedicated everything for themselves and their families merely wishing to live on. This notion was pure, simple, yet they gave their all; such wish power was pure yet unwavering, transcending cuisine, representing life, human sentiments.

Unfathomable time had passed, Ma Liu stood up again, Ostralia always stood aside waiting, upon seeing Alain Ducasse recover, nodded, "Alain Ducasse, congratulations on becoming the new elder of the Gourmet Association, from now on you will inherit all of Boka’s legacy, his status, power, his culinary privileges, simultaneously owning the qualification to redefine guest privileges."

Ma Liu looked at Boka on the table, not displaying joy of victory, tears flowed uncontrollably, the mentor had always believed he could achieve.

Ma Liu knelt on the ground, heavily bowing three times.

From start to finish, the mentor preserved the chance of life for him, even in this duel...