Fang Rong put away the cannonballs, took out a long-handled sword from his spatial storage, and figured he might as well fight with his sword skills since he couldn't hit the target anyway.
Few can rival his skill with the slewing blade. Although the blade is not very handy or small, it has been with him for a long time and he is somewhat familiar with it.
If the Monkey King were a dish, how would you deal with a lively, energetic monkey?
First, you need to identify the best parts. When cooking, you need to divide the ingredients. Just like with pigs, every part of a pig is valuable: pig brain, pig heart, pig lungs, pig intestines, pig ribs. Although they are all pork, they are also graded. The best part is of course the ribs, which can be used to make spare ribs. The next best part is the meat from the thigh, which can be used for stir-frying, cooking, or as a side dish.
Other parts of the pig, such as heart and lungs, are also popular, as they are considered the best parts of the pig.
If you were to deal with a monkey, its brain would definitely be the most prized part. There was once a dish in the Manchu Han Imperial Feast called "Live Hot Monkey Brain," which involved opening the monkey's skull. At this point, the monkey was still alive and would generally have a neurological response for about one or two minutes.
Then pour the pre-cooked broth into it, and it's ready to eat. Every time you scoop out a spoonful, the monkey will squeal and squeak, so this dish is also called Monkey Three Squeaks.
It cries out when you open its brain, when you pour soup, and when you scoop out the spoon. It cries out three times in total, and then the monkey is almost dead.
Fang Rong wasn't a water-based ability user, and there was no hot water nearby, so he couldn't make this dish. However, he could treat the Great Sage like a pig.
First comes shaving. Monkeys have the most fur, so this is a huge undertaking. If you have boiling water, you can pour it directly on the fur, making it easier to shave. If you don't have boiling water, it will test your knife skills.
All the people saw was that Fang Rong's Mo Dao was so skillful and exquisite that even the Great Sage couldn't keep up with his speed. Not only that, but even his eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of his swordsmanship.
It takes ten years to hone one's skills. Although Fang Rong didn't spend ten years, he was exceptionally talented and had a natural talent for cooking. In just a few months, his knife skills surpassed those of people who had been in the kitchen for ten years. The main reason was that he simply did his job as usual.
Fang Rong doesn't follow his proper place; he insists on doing things he can't do himself. Cutting vegetables on tofu is something most people wouldn't even dare to dream of, but he dares and has done it. Now he can do it perfectly even with his eyes closed.
If you can cut vegetables on tofu, how much more so on flesh? The Great Sage's fur was getting thinner and thinner, accumulating on the ground. His battle suit turned into strips, and finally fell off completely.
Fang Rong carved auspicious dragons and phoenixes on it, so lifelike, before the whole thing finally fell off.
With the monkey fur mostly shaved off, he moved on to the next step: dividing the fur into sections.
You have to understand that a whole pig is very big, so it naturally had to be cut open. He cut open all four limbs, neck, ears, chest, abdomen, and tail, leaving obvious bloodstains to prove that he had succeeded.
The broadsword struck the Great Sage's leg with a loud thud, causing him to fall to the ground. Just as he was about to stand up, the broadsword was already silently pointed at his brow, its blade gleaming coldly.
"I won," Fang Rong said, panting heavily.
The Great Sage was unconvinced and spat out a mouthful of blood. "You're just relying on this mecha. Tell me, what skills do you have? You can't make it in our region, so you go to another region. You really think you're something special?"
Hahaha~
Fang Rong laughed, "What skills do I have?"
The longsword scraped against the ground, sparks flying. Fang Rong's voice rose, "Now that I, someone who can't even make a living in your district, have defeated you, that's my skill."
"That's all thanks to men. Without Fang Hua, you're nothing."
"What's wrong with relying on a man?" Fang Rong was not ashamed at all, and swung her Mo Dao at his face. "I relied on him before, and I'll make him rely on me from now on."
"You think you can take me on?" The two men got angrier and angrier, almost as if they were about to fight again.
"Just me." Fang Rong looked in Fang Hua's direction, his face grim.
He relied on men, especially Fang Hua. Everyone thought he couldn't compare to Fang Hua. No matter how hard he tried, it was still not as good as Fang Hua saying a word or doing something.
Why?
I'm trying my best, why doesn't anyone see it?
He put in ten times the effort of Fang Hua, but talent, like a river, had already separated the two of them on opposite banks.
Fang Hua was already on the other side of the river without having to cross it.
He still has to work hard to cross this river before he can catch up with Fang Hua.
Why is there such a big difference?
Fang Rong sheathed his Mo Dao and turned to leave.
If putting in ten times the effort doesn't catch up with Fang Hua, then put in twenty times, thirty times the effort. One day you will catch up with him and surpass him, fulfilling your bold statement today.
I used to rely on him, but from now on I'll make him rely on me!
"Alright, alright, ten minutes is almost up, line up." The South District instructor stepped forward to smooth things over. Of the four instructors, the South District instructor was the easiest to talk to and had the gentlest personality, so he was usually the one to smooth things over.
"Hmm." The instructor from the East District nodded.
The lottery-style martial arts competition is simple: each of the 100 participants will fight two opponents, for a total of 50 matches. There will definitely be 50 winners who will advance to the next round, and so on.
Fang Rong fought two more matches in between, winning them with great difficulty. However, there were always people pointing fingers at him behind his back, saying that he only got to where he was because of men and that he was useless.
To be honest, Fang Rong was very angry. He had been in this state for a long time, playing one match after another. He had a bye in the third game, and he fought hard in the fourth game to get through it.
His opponents were getting tougher and tougher. He originally thought he would be eliminated in the fifth round, but he didn't expect his opponent in the fifth round to be Fang Hua. He was really unlucky.
Fang Hua immediately raised his hands in surrender, saying, "I lost."
Fang Rong's face showed slight anger. "Don't play these tricks. Pick up your weapon."
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