This time, the semi-finals are different from the crowded auditions. In the previous game, there were thousands of stoves on site, and the management was very loose, the scene was chaotic, and tourists could shuttle at will. Vicious incidents like Camilla, which prepared finished products in advance, replaced them halfway, and hired people to beat their opponents, emerged one after another, and it was difficult for officials to manage them.

But this semi-final was different, with a total of 160 elite groups selected, the organizers provided enough venues, a large number of supervisors patrolling the venue, and a fence around the perimeter to isolate the rampaging visitors.

In this game, although there are no requirements other than 'direct attack', and the players can play at will, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, it is more mentally stressful, and it is also a test for people with poor will.

Excluding Cesar and other thirty cheaters who relied on money to buy off the judges, and subtracting some lucky people like Gosna, the remaining contestants are almost equal in cooking, and no one is better than the other. If you want to win in this war, it is difficult to open up the gap with simple cooking skills, and what you have to compete is still comprehensive ability.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and just as Cesar took out the 'dog mummy' he had prepared and was about to brush the sauce again, a stove not far from him suddenly exploded violently, and a large black and red fireball rose into the sky, turning into a terrible black cloud that looked like a skull and a mushroom, and spread out in all directions with a boundless heat wave, blowing people around him on their backs.

The sound of pieces falling to the ground rang out, and two quivering kitchen knives and a human hand that was still dripping blood flew into the board in front of Cesar alone.

"What's going on?" Quickly picking up the mummy from the ground as the heat stream blew it off, Cesar sighed as he patted the dust off.

"Oh oh oh! The battle has finally begun, and someone has actually done something on the gas stove of contestant 35 in advance! Everyone was caught off guard by the explosion just now. The No. 35 contestant died tragically on the spot, broken into countless pieces! I really didn't expect that the competition would be so fierce that such cruel methods would be used at the beginning! So what happened next?" The commentator sitting on the judges' bench looked down on the overall situation condescendingly, and spit out cold words without money.

Not long after the commentary was finished. Cesar felt a silver light flash in the corner of his eye, and one of the players in front of him suddenly took off in the air, spinning at high speed like a spinning top in the air. There was a crisp metal thump in the air, and countless silver needles were bounced to the ground, forming a large circle around him.

When the player also landed quickly, kicking up a puff of dust, he finally stopped his body, and even held a flickering kitchen knife in his hand and made a pose, and said coldly: "No one has ever been able to be in my knife circle." Bump into me. ”

Just after loading B, several silver needles changed direction three times with the help of the stove, shooting at him without dead ends.

"You're looking for death!" The kitchen knife spun rapidly, turning into a cloud of cold light, cutting those flying silver needles in half, and the knife skill reached this level, which was already the pinnacle. This person who split all the silver needles still didn't understand his hatred, but followed the trajectory of the flying needles. After repeated reverse pushing, the murderer hiding on the other side of the arena was finally discovered. Then he rushed forward with his knife and prepared for revenge.

"The second player's attack intention is obvious, and he is eliminated in violation of regulations!" Before the man could start slashing people, he was dragged out by a group of staff. It turned out that the flying needle was just to provoke the opponent and guide him to foul out of the strategy, and these guys were trying to eliminate the opponent. It was so much that Cesar was dumbfounded.

While Cesar was in a daze, someone outside the arena was already carrying a bazooka and firing a rocket at a certain player. That contestant was just an ordinary person with excellent cooking skills, and he didn't have any combat power. After barely escaping death, he hugged the stew that had been knocked over with a desperate face, cried to death, and finally fainted from crying.

Similar accidents abound, and even Cesar, who had no enmity with anyone, suffered an inexplicable long-range sniper. Luckily, Rita didn't take part in the race, and at the first moment of Cesar's attack, she locked onto the attackers in the distance, and then a magic cannon struck, flattening the hill by a layer.

The competition continues, and when the level of cooking skills is equal, if you want to win, you can only use small means to create an advantage. Some players at the scene chose chainsaws and drills as kitchen utensils, in order to affect their opponents with harsh noise. Some take out extremely smelly food and put it in the air outlet, respectfully worship the three pillars of incense, in an attempt to pollute other people's sense of smell. There are also some big men who are even more excessive, taking off their coats and changing into a Qi B sailor suit, putting on a mouth ball, revealing thick leg hair and chest hair, and twisting their bodies enchantingly while cooking vegetables, causing continuous mental damage to nearby players.

Cesar did not dare to look around, so he could only put on a gas mask and bow his head to roast the meat seriously. At this moment, a hand suddenly fell on his shoulder and patted it gently.

"Huh?" Cesar looked back and saw a clown mask behind him, smiling at him. So he asked, "Is there something?"

"Hello, can you quit this game?" asked the Joker politely.

"???," Cesar was stunned for a moment, "are you kidding?"

"No, I'm serious! I don't seem to be rich in what you're wearing. You are probably participating in this competition to become famous, right? Only by becoming famous, can you have the opportunity to meet a boss who has a lot of money, and then make a lot of money and live a good life. You chefs who are struggling at the bottom are all the same, using the food festival as a platform to get ahead. If you're willing to quit, I can give you enough money to squander for the rest of your life, how about that?"

"Neuropathy ......"

Cesar looked down at his dress, and turned his head away from the self-infested man.

Yesterday Rita saw a large number of females around Cesar, and a sense of crisis arose in her heart, so she specially prepared a set of ordinary clothes for him this morning, hoping to weaken his charm and reduce his sense of existence and attractiveness. However, what he didn't expect was that this clown mistakenly regarded Cesar, who was alone, as a low-level coercion, and wanted to defeat him with a money offensive.

"Hey, guy who doesn't know how to lift!" The clown who was despised by Cesar smacked hard, and the spit was blocked by the mask and stuck inside, which made him sick to death, even more mad and angry, determined to give Cesar a good look.

Better half. In the midst of the war, the Tyrannosaurus didn't care about the stray bullets that swept by, the nearby explosions, the shrapnel that catapulted onto the stove, and the missiles that crossed overhead, still humming a little song and taking out a cauldron. When I got to half a pot of oil, I put ten catties of sugar and ten catties of chili powder, and began to make the secret 'braised cold skin' of zuò beans. At the same time, another contestant also approached her.

"Little sister, would you like to sign a contract with me and quit this game?" said a player dressed as an old grandfather to Gosna.

"No, I'm going to cook!" said Gosna, lifting the lid again. I went inside with a bottle of black stuff, stirred it a few times, and threw it in a handful of geckos to dry.

"Sign up with me and you'll get this!" Immediately after, the old man pulled out a stack of money from his pocket.

Seeing the banknote, Xiao Tianluo's eyes lit up, but he turned his head away and didn't speak.

"Of course. That's just a small part of it, if you agree. I'll fill the box with bills!" The old man gestured to a cardboard box at Gosner's feet.

The box is large, half as tall as a small snail. Seeing the box, Gosna couldn't help but think in her heart, how many snacks could be sold with this box full of money? She gave up her pots and pans, and resolutely followed the old man to the edge of the arena.

Next to the stove where Nana was, there was a big man with a meaty face and an obese body. This guy has an extremely poor character, while chopping vegetables and cooking. Screaming and singing songs that don't have a tune are painful. Not only that, but this product will inadvertently rub some dirt off the surface of the body, knead it into a ball and quietly throw it into the pot of other players.

This shameless and unscrupulous behavior completely angered a player next to him, forcing that person to raise a knife to face him. Eventually, the fat man screamed, attracting the administrator who was maintaining order, and successfully kicked the victim out of the arena. Now, there are seven players around the fat man, and most of them dare not speak out, which makes the fat man's arrogance more and more arrogant.

After framing his most threatening opponent, the fat man turned his attention to Nana, who had a graceful figure, long hair and a shawl, and a mask on her face, revealing a mysterious beauty. Beauty is always attractive, especially when this game can be open and harassment of beauty, the fat man's bottom line is completely gone.

"Little beauty, what do you think this is?" the fat man took out a box, shook it, and continued, "Ah! I forgot that you are blind and cannot see. But it's okay, I'll sue you, it's rat!"

As he spoke, the fat man reached out and took out a few grains of mouse droppings and threw them into Nana's bowl. If he succeeds, the sauce concocted by Nana will be contaminated and invalidated, so he will naturally have to withdraw from the competition.

Not to mention Nana, who can't be harassed, Dorothy's position is very harmonious. The players around her are the kind of people who are extremely confident in their own strength and don't disdain to play tricks, so they are naturally immersed in cooking and don't waste a little time. In comparison, Milk's luck was much worse, and he was caught between a sweet party and a salty party.

Originally, no one knew what the semi-finals would be, and all the players were well prepared, no matter what kind of dish or certain ingredients were specified, they won the match with confidence. But surprisingly, there were no rules in this semi-final. Not only did there be no rules, but players were also encouraged to harass each other, which made the salty and sweet parties, which were originally quite restrained, completely ignite the fuse.

From the beginning of the game, the two groups of forces did not stop fighting, and later, the two groups of men and horses simply stopped cooking, and demarcated the area in that corner, and began a small-scale war. Milk is unlucky today, caught in the center, and has become a battlefield. So far in the game, all the ingredients, seasonings, pots and pans he prepared have been wiped out.

Sighing helplessly, Milk was the first to abstain and leave the arena.

The milk was followed by a satisfied look on her face, holding a box of banknotes.

"Little snail, why did you abstain?" Milk looked at the Tyrannosaurus holding a large cardboard box in confusion.

"Money!!" Gosner shouted as she raised the box in her hand excitedly.

"They bought you with money?" Milk nodded suddenly, Gosna's level was not expected in the first place, and now he can make a box of pocket money, but he can count it as earning. Thinking of this, Milk reached out and opened the box, wanting to see how much Gosnah had earned.

When I opened the carton and glanced inside, the milk froze and gave Gosner a strange look.

Although the Tyrannosaurus was a little silly in the past, when she saw that Milk's expression was abnormal, she also sensed that something was wrong. So he asked worriedly, "What's the matter?" Is it fake?!"

"Not really. Milk shook her head, looked at Gosna with pity, and replied, "The money is real, but it's the smallest denomination, and it doesn't add up much. ”

Just now, the old man used a stack of banknotes to break down Xiao Tianluo's defense, and when he took her to get the money, the old man took the opportunity to ask a few more questions. At that time, Gosner had already decided to give up the game, so naturally she would not be wary, and she would answer whatever the old man asked, and she was soon found to be in the bottom and was seen to be a fatal flaw in being stupid and naïve.

While giving the money, the old man tentatively gave Gosner a minimal denomination. Tyrannosaurus used to go out to buy snacks, and for fear of being deceived, he handed over the pocket money he received from Cesar to Doudou, Hela, or Camilla, and asked them to buy food for themselves.

After a long time, Gosner could recognize the appearance of the banknote and knew that the old man had given her real money. But what do the zeros mean? Later, she got a full box of money, which was not as good as the stack that the old man had taken out at the beginning.

Returning to Cesar's side, to his surprise, the clown he had been wary of did not make a move, but quietly prepared his own food. Although he was puzzled, Cesar also seized the time to roast the dog's mummy.

When Cesara finished the barbecue, one hundred and sixty groups of players, nine died accidentally, twenty were seriously injured, and the minor injuries were even more numerous, and it is not an exaggeration to say that this was a war.

Because of this, almost all of the players who were originally masters of cooking performed abnormally, and made frequent mistakes under continuous interference, but they did not reach the lowest level in the past. In such a comparison, Cesar, who has mediocre cooking skills but a super-level performance, can compete with these abnormal masters.

At the end of the game, Nana, who had been harassed, finally couldn't help it, and the fat man who kept provoking and harassing her was killed on the spot. In the eyes of the fat man in horror, unwillingness, regret, and begging for mercy, Nana kicked over her own cooking, then picked up the kitchen knife and inserted it into his head, causing the audience to scream.

The competition ends and the judging stage begins. At this time, only 90 of the 180 groups of players survived, and the elimination rate was as high as 50%. Of the five groups of players on Cesara's side, only he and his sister managed to stay, Nana was eliminated by killing people, Tyrannosaurus was cheated out of a box of change, and the milk was carried until the game was over. (To be continued......)

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