Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Zhang Ming placed the teacup on the table beside him, sneering continually.

"What do you mean, Brother Zhang?"

Li and Zhao, the two school masters, continued to inquire.

"Kill him!"

"Whoever encounters him tomorrow!"

"Just kill him!"

Zhang Ming said harshly.

"Of course, on the stage, we give it our all; however, why hasn't Peng Liang, the school master, come?"

The school master with the surname Li first agreed, then asked.

"Peng Liang is too close with the Chen Residence."

"How dare he show his face now?"

"However, his disciple will appear. Among the five martial arts schools on Martial Arts Street, his disciple as a junior will naturally have a bye, and then we remaining four schools will have two-on-two matches."

"The winners will compete in one-on-one."

"Finally, we'll have a match against Peng Liang's disciple."

Zhang Ming explained.

Li and Zhao, the two school masters, nodded in agreement without protesting.

"Good."

"It's settled then."

"Tomorrow on the stage, kill Mu Bai."

Zhang Ming said once more.

Afterward, the three chatted idly for a while; Li and Zhao got up to bid farewell.

Zhang Ming rose to see them off.

He stopped only when he reached the door.

Watching Li and Zhao walk towards their martial arts schools, Zhang Ming glanced at the coroner examining bodies and the distant Mu-style Martial Arts School, sneering again.

'You've provoked our Transmigration Cult, Mu Bai, you're doomed!'

As a secret agent of the Transmigration Cult, Zhang Ming was well aware that this Hua Hong should be the handiwork of the Zhoufu Master Brother.

Although he hadn't contacted him, Master Brother should also be in Mountain City.

Because he had just obtained that very similar divine staff.

Without Master Brother's approval, he couldn't have obtained this divine staff.

He had quietly tested it.

The fireball was enough to pulverize someone!

Even for him, it was the first time seeing such miraculous power.

It only solidified his resolve to stand firmly with the Transmigration Cult.

Conveniently, now there was an opportunity.

Mu Bai!

Mu Bai, who ruined a major event for the cult!

Mu Bai, who embarrassed him under everyone's gaze!

Killing him would surely earn Master Brother's favor!

By then, Secret Medicine, martial arts techniques, and that miraculous art, he could have anything he wanted!

It was simply a win-win situation!

He naturally had to perform well!

'Tomorrow is your day of death!'

Zhang Ming took another look at the Mu-style Martial Arts School, then turned and returned to his martial arts school.

He needed to adjust his state quickly.

After all, tomorrow he not only had to kill Mu Bai on stage but also win the Martial Arts Street tournament.

As for cooperating with Li and Zhao?

He only mentioned killing Mu Bai as cooperation.

The rest?

He didn't say anything.

...

"Zhang Ming has gone back."

The school master with the surname Li glanced back covertly and said.

"That guy really has a good scheme."

"He wants us to fight to the death with Mu Bai, then profit from it."

"Do you believe the first match will absolutely be you, me, and Mu Bai?"

The school master with the surname Zhao said angrily.

"Then what do we do?"

The school master with the surname Li frowned.

"Of course, let Zhang Ming go up first."

"I'm not going to be cannon fodder."

The school master with the surname Zhao snorted coldly.

"It's a bit tricky, isn't it?"

"After all, the decision is by drawing lots... Brother Zhao, have you arranged it?"

Before the school master with the surname Li finished speaking, he saw the school master with the surname Zhao smile, and suddenly, the Li-named master realized.

"Of course!"

"I spent 30 Silver Coins to have someone tamper with the drawing, just watch when the time comes!"

The school master with the surname Zhao smiled smugly.

Then, the two quickened their pace, returning to their own martial arts schools.

The sun rose, then set.

The next day, morning.

Today was the Martial Arts Street tournament, regarded as a grand day in Mountain City.

Not only were the people in the martial arts schools preparing carefully, but also the common people in Mountain City came to Martial Arts Street to watch the excitement.

As a result, even before the appointed time, Martial Arts Street became lively.

And at this moment—

"It's not good, Master Zhang is dead!"