A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Chapter 1845: Bravo, Little Boss!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The judge was also stunned for a moment before declaring, “Number Zero is the winner!”

“The little girl is so fearsome!”

“What’s that? Could that be the legendary close combat magic?”

“What great strength! She actually sent such a strapping magic caster flying with one strike!”

The crowd burst into a commotion after being stunned for a moment.New chapters are published on NoᴠelFɪre.net

No one expected the situation to change so rapidly. The emcee had just declared the start of the competition. Some magic casters were still guiding their magic, while the battle had already ended here.

That powerful earth magic caster had become the best background. The shattered rocks and mud on the ground and the dust that was still swirling around made this impact feel even stronger.

“You’re being too kind with your praises, Your Majesty.” Krassu chuckled with blatant pride.

Meanwhile, Richard’s face was sullen. He had never expected Krassu’s disciple to take down that earth magic caster with just one strike.

A little one who had just learned magic for six months actually had such a formidable power. Such a talent was beyond their imagination.

Brent also had a stunned look on his face. He had difficulty accepting the results of that earth magic caster being thrown out of the battle zone so easily with just one strike.

“I…” Harvey watched the little figure with two swinging pigtails walk away with devastation. He blacked out and fainted after hearing the discussion around him.

“Carry him away.” The judge waved his hand, and two people immediately came to carry Harvey away.

“Woah. Look guys, that big guy in the youth category is very powerful too.”

“But why does that kid look like he’s in a hurry to grow up?”

“Yes. A 7th-tier magic caster of his age is definitely a genius among the geniuses, but why did we never hear about him before? It felt like he was bullying little children.”

Kassadin, who had dispatched his opponent easily, was also noticed by many people.

Kassadin blushed when he heard those discussions. He lowered his head with guilt, and quickly strode away after the judge declared the results.

He wished he could find a hole in the ground to hide himself right now. He shouldn’t have lowered his age to take part in the youth category. People would say that he bullied the kids if he won, or that the kids bullied him if he lost. He would lose out either way.

Amy skipped back to the platform. She picked up a wet handkerchief on the table to wipe her hands before picking up the drumstick to take a bite again. A satisfied smile appeared on her face instantly.

“It’s indeed still warm.”

Andre looked at Amy with a laugh, and said, “Give this little girl another 10 chicken drumsticks.”

“Really?” Amy’s eyes lit up before she said with appreciation, “Thank you.”

“Good job, Little Amy.” Krassu also looked at Amy smilingly. His precious disciple had done him proud today, and also slapped those people who questioned the close combat magic across the face.

People had been putting down the close combat magic. They believed only Krassu could display the power of the close combat magic, and it was only done by relying on powerful magical assistance.

However, Amy was different. She was a magic caster who had only cultivated for six months. She didn’t have the support of powerful magic and the assistance of a peak power.

Her earlier strike had displayed her precise control of magic and astonishing battle techniques.

A seemingly simple strike actually had an ingenious grasp of timing and choice of angle.

This made Krassu rather shocked too. His combat style was very straightforward. In plain words, he used pure strength and power. There weren’t many techniques involved. His instantaneous explosion of magic during the melee rendered his opponent unable to react.

Meanwhile, Amy was like a swordsman with precise sword fighting techniques. She could catch her opponent’s weak spots during the fight, and then deal a fatal blow. He couldn’t have taught Amy that.

“Little Amy…” Vanessa looked at Amy smilingly.

“Here, I’ll give you one.” Amy, who had just received 10 drumsticks, generously picked one up, and passed it to Vanessa.

That clear and pure gaze made Vanessa feel rather embarrassed, but she couldn’t gulp when her gaze landed on that glazed, warm, and aromatic drumstick.

Andre looked at Vanessa indulgently, and smilingly said, “Eat it. You loved chicken drumsticks when you were small.”

“Then, I will dig in now.” Vanessa’s eyes lit up, and she took the drumstick from Amy. Her eyes curved into crescents immediately after taking a small bite.

The fights between magic casters weren’t usually as quick as Amy’s.

Especially for those who weren’t strong in offensive power and whose opponents only knew how to defend themselves. The battle between two weak contestants would then be long and tedious. Unless one party exhausted their magical power, it would be difficult to end the duel.

And the second round’s starting time depended on when the first round’s last battle ended.

Those who ended the battle quickly would get more time to rest, while those who exhausted their strength before barely advancing to the next round would have to battle the next magic caster without any rest.

Survival of the fittest was the Magic Caster Tournament’s most real and cruel aspect.

Apart from selecting and grooming talents for the empire, the Magic Caster Tournament also had the objective of earning three years’ worth of activity’s funding for the Magus Tower. People needed to buy a ticket before they could enter to watch the tournament.

Apparently, those VIP seats that allowed one to watch the duels close up would cost over 10,000 copper coins each.

And the front-row seats of tomorrow’s finals would cost 100,000 copper coins each.

Apart from that, there were also real-time betting events related to the competition. This was also one of the Magus Tower’s sources of income.

After all, it was a top sport event that only took place once every three years, and they could even witness historical events and legends, so this business had always been an important source of revenue for the Magus Tower.

“Bravo, Little Boss!” Abraham, who was gnawing on duck chops in the first row, took out a stack of banknotes, and tossed them to the butler next to him. “Bet all this on Little Amy, and then bet all the winnings from every round on her too.”

“Yes.” The butler quickly strode off with the banknotes that valued over 1,000,000.

“I have high hopes for you, Little Boss. I hope I can earn all of my meals’ cost for the rest of my life today. That will be great,” Abraham said with a chuckle..