Chapter 203 The World’s Greatest Noodle King Tournament (3)

Chapter 203: The World’s Greatest Noodle King Tournament (3)

There’s a saying: ‘It’s not over until it’s over.’ Living in the martial world, I’ve come to realize that saying is utter bullshit. At least in the martial world.

If you’re born weak, you can’t even learn martial arts, let alone farm properly—starvation was constant.

Even if you studied to make something of yourself, it was impossible without family backing.

The only paths left were farmer or merchant, but without inherited land or wealth, you’d spend your life toiling under others in poverty.

But.

‘No matter what, I’ll knock Wolhwa-ru out of the competition!’

Right now, I’m determined to do my absolute best to eliminate Yang-ryeong’s Wolhwa-ru.

Holding onto that ridiculous notion that it’s not over until it’s over.

Besides, it’s not entirely impossible.

After all, ramen is the commoner’s friend; it’s never a dish made solely with the finest ingredients.

‘I’ll show you the taste of instant.’

Clang clang clang clang clang.

First, I sliced all the ingredients into uniform pieces using the furious knife work I learned from Yang-ryeong.

Of course, the ingredients weren’t fresh.

The vegetables were old and half-wilted, the chicken was shriveled and bone-dry, and the flour gave off a musty, stale smell like it had been sitting for years.

That’s why I reached for the ingredients.

Sizzle.

Sammae Jin Hwa, one of the symbols of supreme mastery alongside Ganggi.