The suffering during the tournament was not limited to just the participants and the audience.@@novelbin@@


    "Isn''t this supposed to be a judge''s seat? This looks more like a punishment chair! This isn''t food, it''s garbage!"


    "Ugh, I don''t want to do this anymore. Can''t the judges quit and rotate like the audience?"


    Ujiwoo and Lee Hae-chan were among the judges at the World’s Greatest Martial Arts Cooking Tournament. The expressions of them and the other judges, as they ate the dishes, were anything but pleasant.


    "Booth 41, what was this dish called again?"


    "It''s a Chinese-style pancake dish called ''Chongyubyeong''!"


    "But it just tastes like flour."


    "Well, the other team members were bringing ingredients, but they were attacked by the Haenam faction, so..."


    "Disqualified!!"


    Four out of ten dishes were ruined because the ingredients were stolen.


    "Booth 112, is this blood soup?"


    "No, it’s Mapo Tofu with a spicy Doubanjiang sauce and Sichuan noodles."


    "But why does the dish have blood floating around in it?"


    "Our head chef copsed while trying to defend against the ck Path operatives'' attack, so..."


    "Aren''t these people supposed to go to the hospital, not a cookingpetition?"


    "It''s okay, our staff already treated all the injured."


    "You guys may be fine because you''re not eating, but we''re the ones eating this!"


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