Food Wars World.
Inside the Tokyo Dome venue,
Amid the tense atmosphere, the chefs of Soma Yukihira's and Zeff's sides
finished their dishes at the thirty-fifth and forty-first minutes respectively.
The well-trained attendants stepped forward and brought the former's completed Fire Dragon Roast before the seven judges and the opposing head chef.
"Grilled meat prepared solely through culinary skill and instinct, with no prior experience?"
Zeff frowned slightly as he looked at the covered plate.
Honestly, if it were him, he definitely would not dare act so recklessly.
"Aren't you afraid of failing, kid?"
Zeff raised his eyes toward Soma Yukihira in the opposite kitchen.
"I believe that it is precisely because failure is possible that cooking contains limitless possibilities!"
Soma Yukihira wore a brilliant smile as he raised his right hand and said with a grin, "Please enjoy!"
Zeff curled his lip. "Hmph, I hope those aren't just pretty words."
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he gently lifted the gleaming silver cover.
[Hum------]
In an instant, blinding crimson flames surged from the gaps like an exploding nuclear blast, engulfing the entire kitchen on this side.
"This! This is!!"
Zeff, Thatch, Jessica, Streusen, and Ramsay were all visibly shaken, their eyes trembling in shock.
At the same time,
seven fierce bursts of flame erupted from the judges' table.
The heat, light, and aroma of grilled meat contained within them utterly exploded, forming the illusion of Fire Dragons roaring through the air.
The spectacular sight left the entire audience, along with the tens of billions of viewers from all worlds before their screens, dumbfounded.
Th-this-this was fucking food?!
Soma Yukihira crossed his arms and smiled. No matter when it was, he had complete confidence in his cooking.
More importantly, being able to personally cook real dragon meat filled him with heartfelt