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If it were the Culinary Competition, even if a contestant had the slightest flaw, the judges would show some consideration as they saw fit.

For example, Ma Tiancheng's dish could have scored at least 90 points, yet in the God of Cookery Competition, it had received only 79. Though he had fallen short by just one point, he could only be eliminated helplessly.

The ten judges invited by the organizers were all notoriously picky eaters. They could not tolerate a grain of sand in their eyes and were exceptionally demanding when it came to the color, aroma, and flavor of food.

"I refuse to accept this!"

"I refuse to accept this..."

Ma Tiancheng was dragged away by two powerful men, still roaring loudly, tears glimmering in his eyes.

Ever since winning the Culinary Competition, he had studied cooking diligently and tirelessly, hoping only to achieve good results in the God of Cookery Competition. Yet because of an insignificant flaw, all his years of effort had been utterly denied. How could he possibly bear it?

Watching Ma Tiancheng being taken away, the other contestants felt no schadenfreude, only unease and tension. After all, perhaps the next second, they too would be eliminated like him.

After rinsing their mouths with water, the ten judges began evaluating the others in turn. The highest score among the first few dishes was only 76.

"That's a bit excessive," Jun Changxiao said.

Through his Spiritual Sense, he could smell the dishes prepared by the contestants. Their flavors were quite good, yet none had reached the passing standard. At this rate, many of the hundred-plus contestants would be brushed aside.

No man was a sage; who could be without fault?

Rejecting someone over the tiniest flaw, or deliberately pursuing harshness for the sake of