Kitchen.
In front of Elent on the cutting board, the freshly processed chicken was laid out.
“Control… Microscopic Perception…”
Elent muttered to himself, recalling the Priestess’s teachings in his mind, then grabbed a handful of flour.
“Ha!”
The flour was scattered, and under Elent’s exquisite power control, it covered every inch of the chicken’s texture.
To be perfect, the flour couldn’t be too thick to hinder heat transfer, nor too thin to lose its crispy armor.
Next was the control of the oil temperature.
The oil in the pot had already begun to form tiny bubbles. Elent closed his eyes, his perception fully spread out, not missing even the slightest Fire Element fluctuation at the bottom of the pot.
Now!
Chicken pieces into the pot.
“Sizzle!!!”
***
In the Restaurant, Celia, Yuna, Lynn, and Mrs. Martha were sitting around the dining table.
“I say, are they really cooking in there?” Yuna Miss looked at the Kitchen with some unease.
“Why do I hear what sounds like blacksmithing? Or maybe two Magical Beasts fighting each other?”
“He’s probably pounding the meat.” Celia took a calm sip of Happy Water, although she was also incredibly anxious deep down.
This idiot wouldn’t actually blow up the Kitchen, would he?
Just then, the Kitchen door was pushed open, and Elent walked out carrying a huge tray. On the tray, golden crispy fried chicken was piled up like a small mountain.
Because he used the Golden Potato Starch grown by Celia, plus a little bit of Saint Celery sponsored by Celia, this plate of fried chicken was physically emitting golden light.
The light was so dazzling that Yuna Miss narrowed her eyes.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Elent placed the tray in the center of the table.
“This is the result of my training—Finishing Move: Golden Crispy Chicken.”
“Finishing Move?” Lynn shrunk her neck, “This name sounds a bit dangerous.”
“Eat, while it’s hot.” Elent looked at Celia expectantly, “Priestess, please inspect my training!”
Celia looked at the piece of fried chicken in front of her, which seemed to be burning with Battle Aura, and swallowed her saliva.
The appearance was perfect, the aroma was pungent, and it looked like very delicious fried chicken.
It should be fine, right?
“Since it’s Elent’s sentiment, then I won’t be polite.”
Yuna Miss reached out her hand and put the chicken into her mouth.
In the next second, Yuna Miss’s expression froze, and her whole body stiffened in the chair, the half-piece of chicken leg in her hand falling onto the plate.
“Yuna Miss?” Lynn called out.
Yuna Miss slowly raised her hand, touched her lips, and her eyes were full of horror.
“Is, is it bleeding?”
“No.”
“But,” Yuna Miss’s voice trembled, “just now at that moment, I felt like a knife swiped across my tongue! It was too fast, I didn’t even see the blade light!”
“Ha?”
Celia was stunned.
Eating fried chicken can actually produce blade light? What kind of international joke is this.
“I’ll try too.” Mrs. Martha also picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.
The old lady chewed a few times, and suddenly old tears flowed down her face.
“This tension, and this impact, it reminds me of the old man’s back when he split a Giant Bear with one sword in the Black Forest! Wuwuwu, it’s so touching, is this the Taste of a Strongman?”
Now Celia couldn’t sit still.
One ate a blade, and one ate a flashback. Was this fried chicken drugged with an Illusion Potion?
“Lord Celia, I’ll also…”
Lynn had just taken a small bite when she immediately covered her mouth, her eyes watery.
“So fierce, this chicken is so fierce! It’s biting my cheeks!”
Celia looked at this group of teammates who seemed possessed by drama queens and felt they must be teaming up to prank her.
It’s just fried chicken, how could it go to heaven?
“Don’t be too ridiculous!”
Celia reached out and grabbed the largest chicken leg.
It was scalding to the touch, and the crispy outer shell was as hard as a layer of armor.
“I’ll see what’s so mysterious about this.”
Celia opened her mouth and bit down hard.
At the moment her teeth cut through the crispy skin, a domineering and unparalleled heat flow, carrying an astonishing momentum, exploded in her mouth.
This was the obsession condensed by Elent in countless sword swings, the finishing will released when facing an imaginary enemy!
Celia felt that she wasn’t eating chicken, but using her tongue to block Elent’s full-power sword strike.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch, my tongue is going to break, my throat is going to be pierced!”
This phantom pain, as if a sharp blade was pressed against her throat, made Celia’s tears well up.
This is too hardcore, who adds Sword Qi into their cooking!
But, after the sharp Sword Qi passed, the tender and juicy chicken meat melted on the tip of the tongue, and the deliciousness brought by the extreme contrast made her scalp tingle.
This was truly a mix of pain and pleasure.
On one hand, she felt she was being beaten up, and on the other hand, she couldn’t help but want another bite.
Celia suppressed the urge to cough and swallowed the chicken meat that carried killing intent with great willpower.
“Mhm, mhm.”
Everyone present was waiting for Celia’s evaluation.
Elent was so nervous he even held his breath.
Celia looked up, and although her tongue was still faintly aching, her gaze had to remain profound and unfathomable.
“It’s alright.”
The girl spoke faintly.
“Although the Sword Intent is slightly manic and it’s a bit grating on the teeth upon entry, it’s barely considered to have touched the threshold of the Sword of Food.”
“Hero.” Celia looked toward Elent.
“You’ve finally learned how to cook your enemies into something delicious.”
“I have to thank the Priestess’s guidance for this!”
“So this is true strength, letting the enemy rest in peace within deliciousness!”
The momentum on Elent’s body rose steadily, and there was actually a faint sign of him becoming a Strongman.
Looking at the ecstatic Elent and the worshipping faces of Yuna Miss and the others.
Celia picked up the Happy Water by her side and took a large gulp.
Hiss—
Damn, things have gone bad.
Other Heroes level up by killing monsters, but Elent is attaining enlightenment through fried chicken?
The most fatal part is that this set of Life-style Swordsmanship was just made up on the spot!
What if he really uses this move to hack the Demon King in the future? Would the Demon King think this technique smells like cumin?
Eating that chicken sound painful