Chapter 137 | The Otherworld Journey That Starts From a Slime

Judging by the exterior of the canteen building, the place was enormous. Consequently, the other side of the fifth-floor kitchen was a square arena two hundred meters on each side, specifically designed for processing magical beast ingredients.

The old man folded his arms and said, “There’s a trick to fighting a Thunderbolt Chicken. You have to make it feel like you’re evenly matched so it doesn’t lose its fighting spirit and fights you with everything it’s got.”

“Furthermore, it’s best to fight with your physical body. Simply put, don’t use magic; use your fists to pummel it. Wait until it releases its ultimate killing move, Myriad Thunderbolt Chickens, and then finish it off instantly. At that moment, its meat will be fully fused with the power of lightning, and through the pounding, its texture will become the most elastic and smooth. When you make the soup, the flavor will integrate into the broth to the maximum extent.”

“I’ve learned a lot!” Zhang Ye nodded. “Let’s begin!”

The old man nodded and waved his hand. A magic barrier appeared around the arena to prevent the ingredients from escaping and to keep the kitchen from being turned into a mess.

Then, the cage containing the Thunderbolt Chicken landed in the center of the arena, and the cage door opened.

The Thunderbolt Chicken, which had been silent in the cage, immediately snapped its eyes open and rushed out like a bolt of lightning, scurrying around the arena.

Zhang Ye’s pupils shrank.

What speed!

This speed probably isn't inferior to A-Nan's!

“Alright, let’s do this!” A sharp glint flashed in Zhang Ye’s eyes as he directly cast Hydrogen-Oxygen Enhanced · Flame Power Rampage on himself. His physical strength reached the Tier Nine peak, and then he appeared in front of the Thunderbolt Chicken with a Blink.

The Thunderbolt Chicken was startled, but it was a Tier Nine magical beast after all. Although small in size, its temperament was even more ferocious than typical magical beasts.

The blue feathers on its body, flashing with electric light, erupted with the power of lightning, striking directly at Zhang Ye.

Ignoring the attack, Zhang Ye tanked it head-on and threw a punch!

The lightning struck Zhang Ye, causing sharp pain and a wave of paralysis throughout his body.

However, the punch had already been thrown, hitting the Thunderbolt Chicken directly in the chest and sending it flying.

“Not bad, kid. You’ve got some strength!” the old man said, his eyes showing surprise.

Currently, Zhang Ye’s physical strength was close to the Tier Nine peak, but even some Tier Nine peak Warriors who specialized in strength might not necessarily be stronger than Zhang Ye.

His physical enhancement was comprehensive!

That one punch had given the Thunderbolt Chicken quite a beating.

As for the power of lightning acting within Zhang Ye’s body, his defense was powerful, and he regained sensation after only a moment.

However, remembering what the old man had said about being evenly matched to stimulate the chicken’s fighting spirit, he still put on an act, trembling all over as if he had been electrocuted and howling at the top of his lungs.

The old man could sense Zhang Ye’s physical condition and laughed. This kid is quite the actor...

Sure enough, the Thunderbolt Chicken, which had been reeling from the punch, saw that Zhang Ye was also “struggling” and immediately let out an excited cry.

It felt that with a few more hits, Zhang Ye would definitely collapse before it did!

Therefore, after it recovered, its body erupted with lightning as it moved in a Z-shaped maneuver, appearing in front of Zhang Ye. Lightning gathered at its beak as it pecked directly at him.

Zhang Ye “struggled” to resist, landing three consecutive punches on the Thunderbolt Chicken before he was also electrocuted, howling as he was sent flying back.

The two figures fought “unrelentingly” within the arena. Whenever he had an opening, Zhang Ye would close in on the Thunderbolt Chicken for a flurry of punches, all while controlling his strength so the chicken wouldn't be defeated too quickly.

The longer he pounded it, the more delicious the Thunderbolt Chicken’s meat would be!

By the time he was finished, more than half of the Thunderbolt Chicken’s feathers had fallen off, revealing shimmering chicken skin. Moreover, when Zhang Ye’s fist hit it, he could feel the elasticity of the meat. This would definitely be delicious in a soup!

Thinking of this, Zhang Ye’s mouth began to water.

“Ah, the Thunderbolt Chicken really is amazing... slurp!” Zhang Ye said as he wiped the blood... saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Zhang Ye like this, the Thunderbolt Chicken thought he was at the end of his rope, and a murderous glint flashed in its eyes.

“Cluck, cluck, cluck! (Myriad Thunderbolt Chickens)!”

In the next moment, its body transformed into a mass of thunderlight, and thick currents of electricity shot out. Then, streaks of thunderlight turned into clones of the Thunderbolt Chicken, charging directly at Zhang Ye.

Seeing the sky full of flying lightning chickens, Zhang Ye was amazed.

No wonder its innate magic is called Myriad Thunderbolt Chickens; it’s certainly an accurate description!

And the power isn't small either.

Although it was a bit funny, he would learn it first before doing anything else.

After the analysis, Zhang Ye’s fists suddenly gathered terrifying flames, transforming into a giant blue Blazing Lion Claw.

This was the moment to finish it!

In the next instant, Zhang Ye braved the surging lightning chickens and slapped the Thunderbolt Chicken with his palm.

The Thunderbolt Chicken’s eyes widened in shock.

How is this possible?!

Wasn't he at the end of his rope? Why could he still erupt with such terrifying power?!

The power of this strike was close to Tier Ten!

The Thunderbolt Chicken was sent flying by the slap, crashing into the magic barrier and bouncing back, then hitting the barrier on the other side.

After bouncing back and forth three times, the Thunderbolt Chicken finally fell to the ground. Lightning flickered across its body, and after a few tremors, it stopped moving.

Feeling his physical body being strengthened, Zhang Ye was certain the Thunderbolt Chicken was dead.

“Nice!” Zhang Ye pumped his fist, but the movement tugged at his wounds, making him grimace in pain.

Despite his powerful physique, he had been electrocuted by the Thunderbolt Chicken for so long that he had sustained significant injuries. Fortunately, he recovered after healing with Phoenix Breath for a while.

As for the Parallel Guardian, Zhang Ye had deactivated the magic circle for it before the fight. He didn't want to damage this precious magic garment just to eat a chicken.

This was something Leona had gone to great lengths to have Joyace make for him, and Zhang Ye cherished it dearly.

Running over to pick up the Thunderbolt Chicken, Zhang Ye looked at the old man.

The old man clapped and laughed. “Not bad, kid. To have such combat power at Tier Eight Newly Advanced!”

Zhang Ye chuckled and then asked, “What do I do next?”

“The rest is simple. Just put the ingredients containing lightning power into the pot with the chicken to make the soup. Aside from Lightning Ginger and salt, you don’t need to add anything else. Simmer it for two or three ke, and it’ll be delicious no matter what,” the old man laughed.

“Ingredients containing lightning power... would the magic core of a Tier Nine Thunderbolt Chicken work?” Zhang Ye asked.

“It would, but you have to extract and separate the lightning power and mana from inside the core first, otherwise the soup will explode,” the old man said. “I have some ingredients here that can be simmered with it. If you want them, you can have them for ten thousand points.”

“Deal!” Zhang Ye nodded.

“Kid, what’s your name?” the old man suddenly asked.

“I’m Zhang Ye.”

“An Easterner? No wonder you’re so capable.” The old man smiled. “Go on. Thunderbolt Chickens are most delicious if processed within three Goldglasses after death. Any later and they won't tingle the mouth.”

“Alright, thanks, old man!”

“What do you mean old man? I’m only a hundred and thirty-eight this year!” the old man jokingly scolded.

Zhang Ye’s mouth hung open.

Is a hundred and thirty-eight not an old man?

However, he had heard that the lifespan of those at the Saint-tier was over three hundred years, so a hundred and thirty-eight might actually be considered a young man in their eyes.

Afterward, the old man even gave Zhang Ye a large magic crock for free. After all, there weren't many people who would spend tens of thousands of points just to eat a chicken.

Bidding the old man farewell, Zhang Ye prepared to head back with a ring full of ingredients.

When he reached the floor below, a voice full of rage rang out.

“You finally came down! I thought you’d run away!” Albert’s eyes were filled with fury as he glared at Zhang Ye.

This kid had actually made him wait for half a ke!

Talia had even gone up to the fourth floor, had a meal, and come back down before this kid finally appeared!

Zhang Ye blinked, then smiled. “Oh, right. I almost forgot you were still here.”

Almost forgot?!

Albert’s eyes widened.

You definitely forgot!

He was fuming with rage.

A mere freshman dares to toy with me? I’ll make sure to cripple him on the stage later!

“Albert, the junior was just joking with you. As a senior, surely you aren't so petty that you can't take a joke?” At that moment, Talia walked over to Zhang Ye’s side and spoke to Albert.