An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 261 Ice Venerable Force! Heavenly King Judging Panel! (Seeking monthly votes)

Everyone's attention was drawn to Mo Zhen's astonished reaction.

The microphone in his hand trembled slightly, his other hand covered his chest, the collar of his red suit was wrinkled, and his breathing became a little rapid.

"This...this chill...this precise manipulation of ice energy down to the molecular level...this absolute low temperature that seems to freeze even time..."

Mo Zhen spoke with a hint of disbelief, his voice carrying through the microphone throughout the venue, carrying the tremor of an artist discovering a masterpiece.

"Could it be... the legendary, long-lost secret of ice-based cooking—Ice Supreme Force!!!"

"Ice Venerable Force?!"

The name struck like a thunderclap, and the audience fell silent for a second before erupting into a frenzy, like a boiling hotpot!

The people in the audience suddenly stood up, craning their necks to try and see what Hatchku was doing, their faces filled with shock, confusion and extreme excitement.

"Ice Venerable Force?! Did I hear that right? Isn't that the signature move of Ancient Sword Leopard, the Ice Venerable from 'Battle Through the Heavens'? An extreme cold fighting technique that can freeze the soul?!"

A dark-skinned young man with a tuft of red hair on his forehead suddenly grabbed the arm of his companion and shook him excitedly.

"Could it be... that everything Master Mo Zhen wrote in his book is true?! Art really does originate from life?!"

The girl next to him, with her single-headed dragon hairstyle, cupped her cheeks in her hands, her eyes sparkling with adoration, looking at Mo Zhen as if she were a prophet.

The discussion spread like a tide, with everyone chiming in, turning the entire venue into a noisy marketplace.

In the front row of the audience, Xiaoxia narrowed her eyes suspiciously and let the starfish shoot Xiaogang's Onix again.

"Hey, squinty-eyed guy, you've traveled all over the country and seen a lot, have you ever heard of this kind of move?"

Xiao Gang's Onix was countered by a Water-type move, causing him to fall to the ground in pain. As a long-time fan of the Doupo Pocket Monsters series, a serious glint appeared in his narrowed eyes.

"Hmph... That was a peerless technique that severely injured Xiao Huolong, rendering him completely impotent! How could such a terrifying move exist in reality!"

Mao of Alola tilted her head, looking on with innocent amazement.

"Wow! Ice-type move? That sounds so cool! Just like the mountaintops in Alola during winter! I wonder how it compares to our Ice Z-Move?"

The beautiful, aloof woman beside her nodded gracefully, her long legs lightly stomping the ground, as if comparing which ice-based technique was more dazzling.

Carlos's head chef, Jimmy, maintained his French elegance, but his slightly forward-leaning posture and tightly pursed lips betrayed his inner turmoil.

He whispered to the Iron-Armed Shrimp beside him.

“Precise low-temperature control…if it can be used for rapid freshness locking…no, this seems to be changing the ingredients, not just simply preserving them! Carlos’s culinary world has never seen such a wild theory.”

His eyes sharpened, as if he had encountered the biggest challenge of his career.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting lively, Mo Zhen immediately dropped a bombshell.

He cleared his throat, a knowing, authoritative expression on his face, his voice carrying through the microphone to every corner, exuding an unquestionable sense of authority.

"Please be quiet! I know you are all filled with doubts!"

He waved his arm, pointing to the Hatchku control panel behind him, which seemed to be frozen in ice.

"As the saying goes, art originates from life, but transcends life! The inspiration for my creation of the Ice Venerable Ancient Sword Leopard's move in 'Battle Through the Spirits' that can freeze time and space came from the ancient ice-type cooking technique that has been lost since time immemorial—the Ice Venerable Force!"

He paused, enjoying the spotlight, and spoke with dramatic intonation, as if recounting a creation myth.

"Legend has it that during the ancient Ice Age, there was a reclusive Ice God of Cookery! He witnessed all things being sealed by ice and snow, yet he comprehended the supreme way of cooking amidst the extreme cold! He created the unparalleled culinary art 'Ice Sovereign Force,' the core of which is not simply freezing, but breaking down the cellular barriers at the molecular level of food cells instantly through extreme low temperatures and unique energy fluctuations!"

Mo Zhen's voice suddenly rose, and he slashed his arm downwards, making a wall-breaking motion!

"At that very moment the cell walls shatter! All the delicious factors, aromatic essences, and nutrient molecules locked deep within will be released in the most thorough and perfect way! This is a revolutionary 'molecular-level cell wall breaking and fresh extraction' technology! Food processed with Ice Supreme Power requires no additional cooking; its most original, ultimate, and surging deliciousness will erupt like a volcano, directly impacting your taste buds and cleansing your soul! This is the ultimate realm of cooking!"

These words were like pouring a bucket of cold water into boiling oil, and the audience below instantly erupted in chaos!
Exclamations, discussions, doubts, and sudden realizations mingled together, creating a sound wave that nearly lifted the roof off the venue!

"So...so that's how it is?! Molecular-level cell-wall breaking extraction?! That sounds so high-tech!"

A young trainer who had been holding a sign that read "Boycott pre-made food" opened his mouth wide, and the sign fell to the ground with a thud.

"I knew Chef Hachiku wouldn't lie! It turns out there really is such an amazing cooking method!"

A loyal fan of Hatchuk jumped up excitedly, his face beaming with the joy of being exonerated.

"It's true! It's all true! Chef Hachiku really puts his skills into his cooking!"

"No wonder it's called flash freezing and freshness locking followed by cooking technology! This is simply a dimensional breakthrough in the culinary world!"

A food critic was frantically scribbling in his notebook, his fingers trembling.

"We misunderstood Master Hachiku before! This is not a pre-made dish, this is clearly a futuristic cuisine that is at the forefront of the times!"

While everyone was deeply shocked by the [Ice Venerable Force], only Zhu Lan crossed her arms, her slender fingers gently stroking her smooth chin, a rare look of confusion flashing in her icy blue eyes.

She furrowed her beautiful brows slightly and murmured to herself.

"An ice-themed culinary master? From the ancient Ice Age? Molecular cell-breaking fresh extraction?"

She has explored every corner of the world and collected fragments of myths, legends, and lost techniques from all periods of history, but she has never heard of such a so-called "Ice Venerable Strength" cooking technique in any ancient document, any ancient stone tablet, or even any oral epic poem.

This made her look at Mo Zhen with even higher regard. She parted her red lips slightly and murmured softly, her tone filled with the interest of discovering an unknown mystery.

"He can speak of ancient secrets that even I have never touched, with such seriousness, citing numerous sources, and even perfectly integrating them into the Doupo elf setting for artistic embellishment... Mo Zhen, you really are..."

The words ended abruptly at this point, the unfinished sentence seemingly concealing a more astonishing conjecture than the Ice Venerable Force itself…

clang--! ! !
Another bell rang, and the cooking session officially came to an end!

Back in the bustling venue, Mo Zhen began to introduce the judges' panel.

"First of all, let us give a warm round of applause to Ms. Cattleya, Chairwoman of the Sleeping Beauty Foundation, the number one sponsor of this conference!"

The spotlight moved to the very center of the judges' panel, where Cattleya was wearing a languid light purple chiffon nightgown and a soft hat decorated with feathers, as if she had just been awakened from a nap.

She rested her chin on her hand, her eyes unfocused, her beautiful face tinged with a weary beauty. She merely blinked slightly at the applause from the audience, as if in response.

A suppressed gasp and murmur immediately rose from the audience.

"It's that Cattleya! The Sinnoh Elite Four member!"

"I heard that when her superpowers go out of control, she can demolish an entire castle."

"The Sleeping Beauty Consortium really lives up to its name; they all look so sleepy."

"Is she really here to be a judge? What if she falls asleep while tasting the food?"

Mo Zhen coughed lightly and quickly continued her introduction.

"Our next judge is someone you all already know very well! Bollywood superstar and super psychic trainer from Goldenrod City—Sarcasm!"

Today, Naz wore a royal blue off-shoulder dress, looking stunning. She sat on the judges' panel with an elegant posture and a reserved expression, seemingly unconcerned about the outside world's disturbances.

But when Mo Zhen introduced her, her gaze instantly locked onto Mo Zhen, a barely perceptible heat flashed in her icy blue eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly by a pixel.

Although the flirtatious glances were subtle, they did not escape the sharp eyes of the gossipy crowd in the audience.

"Look! Look! I told you they were having an affair!" "Miss Naz definitely flirted with Mo Zhen just now!"

"That gaze is absolutely captivating! Master Mo Zhen is amazing!"

Another round of suggestive jeers erupted from the audience. Mo Zhen broke out in a cold sweat, but she forced herself to remain calm and immediately raised her voice to introduce the next judge to divert attention.

"Next up is a heavyweight among heavyweights! A legendary figure from the Unova region, the guardian of Twin Dragons City, a dragon slayer, and also a connoisseur of fine cuisine—Mr. Hilbert Shaka Gattuso!"

An extremely burly old man, dressed in a simple white shirt and overalls, with a thick beard and piercing eyes, stood up.

He simply stood there, exuding a mountain-like calm and a weathered majesty.

"Oh! It's Mr. Shaka!"

"The legendary dragon slayer!"

"He actually knows a lot about food?"

"Nonsense! Haven't you heard? Mr. Shaka traveled extensively in his youth, and it's said he even exchanged philosophical views on muscles and food with Master Shiba of the capital!"

A gasp of genuine awe rose from the audience.

In the VIP section, Duro Gattuso yawned widely and idly played with his nails.

"That old geezer, at his age he's still restless, coming to this kind of event to show off."

Suddenly, as he was scrolling through his phone, he seemed to have thought of something and muttered to himself.

"Oh, right? That girl named Danyu sounds familiar, isn't she the investigator from the Orange Academy that Angers mentioned? Why isn't she looking for that Nicolone, but instead coming here to cause trouble..."

Du Ruo looked completely indifferent, clearly having already forgotten about her graduation project investigating the Black King.

"Forget it, this kind of shrewish woman isn't my type. I'll just pretend I didn't see her..."

On stage, Mo Zhen clapped her hands one last time and smiled confidently at the audience around the world.

"Of course, how could such a grand event be complete without me? As the initiator and witness of this competition, I will also serve as a special judge, carefully tasting the masterpieces of each master! My evaluation criteria are singular—whether the taste of the food is artistic enough!"

There were cheers and boos from the audience – mainly from Douye's live stream.

Dou, who had somehow acquired another set of equipment, was now pointing and gesturing at the camera from a corner.

"Family members, look! This is a complete rip-off! Absolutely a behind-the-scenes operation! He organized the competition himself, and he's both the host and the judge? What kind of competition is this?! The champion is already decided among the three monkeys! This 'Food God Competition' is nothing but a rigged competition! Brothers, type 'protect' in the chat! I'm afraid the super moderators will shut down the live stream after I finish speaking!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Douye's live stream room displayed the message: "You are banned from live streaming for 30 days due to violation of laws, regulations or management rules."

The next second, Dou Ye immediately looked as if he had lost his parents, abandoning his previous arrogant demeanor and wailing with a mournful face.

"Oh dear, oh my! No way! I was just kidding, Super Admin, don't take it seriously! Oh my god, how am I supposed to withdraw dollars now?! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! Give me a chance, give me a chance!"

However, no matter how much Dou pleaded and begged, the live stream remained banned.

Now Dou had truly experienced the power of the big hand, and he became completely docile.

Douzi, feeling frustrated and disappointed, slapped Douye across the face and said indignantly.

"Look at your pathetic, worthless appearance! Serves you right for being so foul-mouthed!"

Dou also looked aggrieved and stammered timidly.

"I'm just trying to create some entertainment value, right? If I don't stir up conflict and generate buzz, where will the viewership and donations come from? Sis, what should we do now?"

Douzi looked thoughtful, glancing at Mo Zhen, who was dancing animatedly on the stage, and muttered to himself with a flushed face.

"Now that things have come to this, it seems we have no choice but to ask that lord for help..."

Seeing that he now had to bow down to his imagined love rival just to make a living, Tou beat his chest and wailed, looking as if he was in unbearable pain.

"Capital! It's all capital! Capitalists are utterly despicable!"

All eyes instantly focused on the main stage, and the air was filled with a wave of tension and anticipation.

The spotlight, like a searchlight chasing its prey, shone suddenly on the kitchen counter in the Kanto region.

Master Xiaogang, with a confident glint in his narrowed eyes, steadily lifted an enormous bowl!

That bowl held his masterpiece, into which he had poured his heart and soul.

"Ladies and gentlemen! First up is a masterpiece by Master Kogoro from Fukami City in the Kanto region—"

Mo Zhen, like a bard preparing to sing an epic, shouted out the name of the dish with all his might!
"Rock Snake Extreme Pot!!!"

boom! ! !
The audience erupted in chaos. The name itself carried a wild and domineering impact!
"Holy crap! This name is way too straightforward!"

"So this is really a dish created by the Extreme Impact?!"

The canned yellow peaches mixed in with the crowd stared wide-eyed.

"Holy crap! Will drinking this soup help me regain the ultimate path to dominance?! Elder Chi, save me a bowl!"

Mo Zhen completely ignored the commotion below the stage; his entire mind was immersed in the artistic value of the dish.

The rich, milky-white soup rippled gently in the bowl. Countless ingredients had been refined by Xiao Gang and Onix, and with the life energy bursting out from Onix's body during the process, they had completely fused the ultimate way into one!
"Art! This is art that is perfectly natural!"

He suddenly turned to look at the judges' panel, his voice full of seductive power.

"Distinguished judges! Please savor this! This is more than just a dish; it is a tempering of the soul, a pilgrimage to the earth! By consuming it, you will gain the resilience and strength of the Great Onix!"

The staff carefully served the dish, divided into five portions, to the judges' table.

In the center of the judges' panel, Cattleya, dressed in a light purple chiffon nightgown, had a face full of languor and weariness, as if all the noise around her had nothing to do with her.

Her dreamy eyes were half-open, half-closed, and her long eyelashes cast faint shadows. Even Mo Zhen's passionate explanation seemed to be just background noise in an insignificant dream.

She showed little interest in the seemingly "hardcore" dish in front of her, not even bothering to move a finger.

A delicate silver spoon, enveloped in a pale blue superpower glow, was picked up as if by an invisible hand and reluctantly placed into the bowl.

The spoon was slowly brought to Cattleya's delicate red lips, which were as tender as rose petals.

She didn't even open her mouth completely, just slightly a crack, letting the spoon feed her a small bite of food.

Throughout the entire process, her expression remained unchanged, as if she were simply completing a boring task.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, watching nervously as this superpowered king, known for his pickiness and laziness, appeared.

Xiao Gang was so nervous that he clenched his fists and his narrowed eyes widened to the slits.

one second...

Two seconds...

Sudden!!!

Cattleya's previously misty eyes suddenly snapped open!
(End of this chapter)