Hunting Dragons

The logic was actually very simple when laid bare.

If you conducted business properly, it was naturally reasonable and lawful. But if you robbed and murdered, that was a crime.

After the terms were settled, the second round of challenges began once more.

"I am willing to compete with the Elf Kings in culinary skill. Which Elf King is willing to accept my challenge?"

Zhouliu stepped forward first, looked at the Elf Kings on all the Arenas, and spoke.

All the Elf Kings knew that Zhouliu dared to compete in cooking because it was surely its greatest strength, perhaps even surpassing its combat ability.

A moment later, an Elf King with a full beard, a burly build, and a thick neck spoke. "Since you want to compete in cooking, I'll have a match with you!"

"Good!" Zhouliu immediately leaped onto the Arena.

Both were enormously built. The Elf King stood over two meters tall, his entire body covered in developed muscles, while Zhouliu was five meters tall and radiated intense heat from head to toe.

The two stared at one another. After a moment, the Elf King asked, "How should we compete in cooking?"

"We will both prepare the same ingredients. Whoever makes the more delicious dish wins. As for the judges, I believe everyone below the Arena is more than qualified for the task," Zhouliu said slowly.

The Elf King frowned and looked at Aibute. Aibute said, "How about Hawkins, Mayeja, and the Spirit King serving as the three judges?"

Andrew and the Slaughter Lord were excluded mainly because both had deep grudges against Zhouliu.

"Fine!" Zhouliu nodded in agreement.

Since Zhouliu had agreed, the bearded Elf King naturally had no objection. He smiled faintly. "Fine. Then how will we choose the ingredients? You can't possibly just choose something