The Public Enemy of Alchemists

When the judge saw the array inspection results, his expression stiffened, and his delight from a moment ago disappeared.

All the surrounding spectators were dumbfounded; they found it really incredible. 

The pupils of the alchemists from the Heavenly Pill City and Heavenly Shine City dilated, and their bodies shuddered.

They had failed!

They all failed… The elixirs they had refined did not reach the stipulated requirement, causing them to get eliminated in this elimination round.

Despite all that, Bu Fang remained indifferent. He grabbed the Cloud Mist Restaurant's board with one hand, he exerted some strength and hoisted it onto his shoulder before slowly walking down from the arena.

The spectators looked on at him in shock as they made a path for him.

Only one person had passed the eighth arena's round, and that person was the only chef in the Magical Hand Conference.

Hiss!!