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With a turn of the lens, we arrived at the competition venue where Little Dragon was scheduled to compete.

There were a lot of people, a lot more than what we saw on the first day at Cyclone, almost just the tip of the iceberg. The crowd filled the entire intersection, making it impossible to move around unless you had access to the event staff's special passageways.

"Here they come, here they come, here they come!!!!! There are so many spectators here eager to witness the showdown between the two legendary figures," said the emcee on the stage. Though strangers at Cyclone, speakers like this must be the emcees for this competition.

The competition featured numerous emcees, with dozens already present, including a squinting one this time.

"First up!! Stepping onto the stage, we have our Red Team's five-star chef!! Chef Adam!!"

Sporting a tall hat, dressed in a white chef's uniform, and sporting a goatee, Adam stood there, a man in his thirties, living in the prime of his life. He was the head chef of the most famous high-end restaurant in the Magic Kingdom of Atitiya, the Paris of the kingdom, known as the "Royal Chef of Paradise."

Behind him stood over a dozen assistants, all dressed to impress, exuding a formidable presence. Despite their youthful appearances, they were all talented apprentices trained personally by Adam, far from ordinary in skill.

However, due to the competition rules allowing only one assistant on stage, the other assistants could only provide moral support and help build momentum.

"Alright! Mr. Adam? Before introducing the Blue Team, do you have anything to say?"

Faced with the sudden question, Chef Adam paused for a moment, then humorously responded with a question of his own.

"Haha! You didn't ask questions before? Is this a new segment added to decide whether we can advance to the preliminary round?"

Rather than giving a direct answer, Adam chose to deflect the question humorously, waiting to see how things would unfold.

"No, no, it's just that the Blue Team is running late, so I thought I'd ask you something to buy some time~"

Upon the emcee's candid response, Adam broke out in a cold sweat. However, inexplicably, the audience below seemed to enjoy the emcee's hosting style, laughing heartily.

"Cough cough! I see now…"

After a brief pause, Chef Adam continued, "Well, let me keep it simple then. Shouldn't latecomers... have their qualifications revoked?"

"It's still a minute away from the scheduled competition time~"

Adam gritted his teeth. Why call him onto the stage when the competition time hadn't arrived yet? Despite wanting to retort in frustration, doing so would not be gentlemanly, so he reined in his emotions.

"Haha~"

"…"

More notably, the emcee completely ignored Adam, instead engaging with the audience below, seemingly convinced that he was the star of the show.

"Here she comes!!"

"Oh, oh! Has she arrived?"

Upon hearing that Little Dragon had arrived, the emcee turned around instantly, maintaining a smile but unable to speak a word.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Having analyzed Little Dragon as a rival, Adam had already explored the previous competition venue to personally observe this potential opponent who might stand against him.

"Who am I? No, it's Little Dragon, the young lady."

"This... this doesn't look like a woman at all!!"

"Tsk!! Listen, I said I am one! Have you never seen a woman with a... you know what?!!"

Cyclone, who made a late entrance, not only parachuted down but also roared back.

"This is not just a matter of being late for the assembly, he is not a participant at all!!"

"That's true..."

Some garbage was thrown onto the stage by the audience, and amidst a chorus of boos, the host asked,

"May I ask..."

Cyclone presented Little Dragon's entry badge.

"Where is... Miss Little Dragon?"

"What's with that~ I am indeed Little Dragon~"

"..."

Facing Cyclone's malicious aegyo, the host not only broke out in cold sweat but also widened his eyes and took a deep breath.

"And furthermore, what evidence do you have to prove that I am not Little Dragon?"

Unlike the silence from the host, Chef Adam took a step forward.

"What more evidence do you need?! No matter how you look at it, you are not a woman!!!"

"That's a matter of perspective."

"..."

Angered by Cyclone's retort, Chef Adam said furiously,

"What perspective?! From any angle, those things on your chest look fake!!!"

"That's a matter of distance."

"..."

"Hahaha!"

Laughter started to ring out from the audience.

"Your... your appearance is also different!!"

"That's an issue with your eyes!!"

"Haha..."

"Hahaha~"

"Hahahaha!!!"

Slowly, the observers in the audience began to laugh at Cyclone's responses.