Champa cautiously took a small taste, smacked his lips a few times, his face showing no expression, and muttered, "Not delicious at all."
"This stuff is seasoning, it becomes very tasty when added to dishes while cooking, especially for barbecue." Soya explained with a smile.
"Barbecue? Never had it." Champa shook his head.
"You'll get to eat it in the future." Soya chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of mystery.
Champa: "..."
Your "you'll get to eat it in the future" is a bit excessive, you know.
Can't you give me some now?
"Right now, there's important business to attend to." Soya changed the subject, smiling as he looked at Champa, "How about you laugh and concede defeat?"
Champa promptly and decisively shook his head, shaking it like a rattle drum, "I will not concede defeat!"
Soya said no more. He crushed the ghost pepper, spread it evenly on the steel pipe, and then brought the pipe close to Quitela's mouth.
Quitela knew in his heart that even if he didn't open his mouth, they would force it open and torment him, so he might as well be straightforward.
"Crunch crunch crunch!"
Quitela directly bit off a section of the steel pipe and quickly spat it out, his movements so fast they were almost invisible.
"Ah..."
The next moment, Quitela let out a pig-slaughtering-like wail. His entire body felt as if thrown into a furnace, enveloped in flames, his mouth feeling as if pierced by countless needles, both spicy and painful.
This fiery, spicy taste was even a bit too much for a Destroyer God to handle!
"Water... I need water!" Quitela kept gasping, his tongue sticking out far as if to dissipate heat, his eyes filled with pain.
"None." Soya chuckled, crossing his arms, wearing an expression of enjoying the spectacle.
"Negative emotional value from Quitela +1008!"
"Is it that spicy?" Champa looked at Quitela's agonized state, a deep look of disdain appearing on his face, his tail swishing dismissively, "The chili powder I tasted earlier wasn't spicy at all."
Soya handed the ghost pepper to Champa, slightly furrowing his brows, his expression serious as he said, "Just taste it with the tip of your tongue, absolutely do not have more. I've warned you."
"Hmm..." Champa blinked his round eyes, obediently nodded, cautiously extended the tip of his tongue, and lightly touched the ghost pepper.
Instantly, Champa's face turned as if splashed with red ink, flushing crimson in an instant, his ears also perking up with a "swish."
Fortunately, Champa only tasted a tiny bit. After a few seconds, he returned to normal, though his nose was still twitching slightly.
Then, Champa stared at this ghost pepper with a look of horror, his claws subconsciously retracting a bit.
This thing is truly terrifying!
To prevent being eaten, it actually evolved into this form?
"I want to play." Champa's eyes suddenly lit up. Happily taking the steel pipe, he eagerly spread the ghost pepper on it, his claws getting stained with quite a bit of red chili juice.
After finishing, Champa suddenly beamed, sharply turning his head to look at Soya, his tail wagging excitedly behind him.
Soya felt a chill looking at him, completely unclear about Champa's intentions, and could only blink in confusion.
"You say, what would be the effect if we put the steel pipe in his rear end?" Champa chuckled gleefully, the corners of his mouth stretching to his ears, revealing a row of sharp teeth, a mischievous grin on his face.
Hearing this, Soya shivered with a jolt, subconsciously taking half a step back.
You are ruthless.
But I like it!
"Let me try." Champa said, his figure flashing, directly leaving the flying cube and appearing behind Quitela, his claws tightly gripping the steel pipe coated with ghost pepper.
Quitela immediately felt a piercing chill emanating from behind, as if being watched by a venomous snake, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.
"Champa, don't go too far!" Quitela's voice carried a barely perceptible tremor, the ominous feeling in his heart growing stronger, cold sweat already seeping from his back.
"Pfft..."
Without hesitation, Champa forcefully thrust it in.
"Ah——!"
Quitela let out a heart-rending scream, the sound so sharp it almost pierced the cube's walls. His entire body felt as if thrown into a boiling oil pot, every muscle twitching.
Champa gleefully pulled the steel pipe out, his figure flickering as he returned to the cube. He swiped the pipe a few times near Quitela's mouth, as if showing off his "battle trophy."
Quitela's expression turned exceptionally ugly, alternating between green and pale, veins bulging on his forehead.
What do you think you're doing?
Just you wait!
Champa, you bastard!
Quitela was so angry his face turned as white as paper, his entire body trembling, the destruction energy within him almost out of control, nearly revealing his true form.
"Pfft... Wahahahaha!" Champa really couldn't hold back anymore, clutching his stomach as he burst into loud laughter, the laughter making the cube walls tremble slightly.
After laughing, Champa proactively stepped forward, extended his claw, and provided a portion of destruction energy to the cube.
So much fun!
Champa felt he hadn't been this happy in a long time.
Even if he consumed destruction energy, even if he lost the game, as long as he could laugh this heartily, everything was worth it.
"Still playing?" Soya watched Champa laughing so hard he rocked back and forth, and chuckled along himself, his peripheral glance catching Quitela's murderous glare.
"Of course I'm playing, I haven't had enough fun yet." Champa's smile widened even more, revealing two rows of neat teeth, his claws already eagerly picking up another steel pipe.
They played for another full hour plus.
Champa was still not satisfied, his claws continuously spreading mustard and ghost pepper on the steel pipes, enjoying it tirelessly.
Such a fun "toy" was a first for Champa.
However, after playing until now, the destruction energy within Champa was nearly depleted, his head drooping a bit, and his breathing becoming somewhat labored.
If he continued playing like this, Champa felt he would definitely collapse from exhaustion.
"Can't do it, can't do it." Champa waved his claw, panting as he spoke, "I need to head back."
"This is for you." Soya took out a bottle of Combat God Water from his system space and secretly slipped it into Champa's embrace.
Champa's eyes immediately shone with a golden light, his round eyes widening into circles. Feeling that happiness came too suddenly, his tail wagged excitedly behind him.
Having so much fun, and even getting Combat God Water!
Soya is such a good person.
"Thank you." Champa hurriedly hid the Combat God Water well, his face smiling like a blossoming flower.
With this thing, I'll have more confidence in fights from now on!
"No need to be polite, between us, who's who?" Soya patted Champa's shoulder, smiling with genuine sincerity.
"Actually, you know, right now I really want to find a Destroyer God to fight." Champa rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with anticipation, his claws trembling slightly from excitement.
I have Combat God Water now, who should I fear?
"Why look for a Destroyer God, isn't there one right before your eyes?" Soya grinned, intentionally tilting his chin towards Quitela's direction.
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