Martial artists are strong.

Compared to the weak Awakeners of the modern era, Ha Eung Eung truly felt this fact. Naturally, she didn’t expect the tournament participants to be at a particularly high level.

An impulsive thought.

An impromptu tournament.

Even if it was a poor tournament, if there were no expectations, there would be no disappointment.

However, contrary to that mindset, this tournament surprisingly had some interesting aspects.

Just then, Main MC Bang Ji-cheol began to bring up the participants that Ha Eung Eung was paying attention to.

“Before we start the finals, I’m curious if any of the judges have a team they’re keeping an eye on. Ujiwoo, which team are you particularly watching?”

At Main MC Bang Ji-cheol’s question, Ujiwoo immediately spoke up without hesitation.

“Booth 313. Chef In Geumsu’s skillful cooking, the support of the most popular participant, housewife Kim Mi-ae, and the combat power of participant Do Gwang-gi. It’s practically a complete team, isn’t it?”

“Ah, that’s a good point. Certainly, that’s a solid analysis. This tournament values not just cooking skills but also ingredient procurement and physical combat abilities.”

The two participants who hadn’t been mentioned by Ujiwoo showed their disappointment with downcast eyes.

“Cheol-bong oppa, looks like we’re just the sidekicks.”

“Don’t be too down. We did well with ingredient preparation and mastering the recipe.”

The innocent and cheerful high school student Lee Yoo-jung and the 10-year veteran householder Jo Cheol-bong.

Lee Yoo-jung made Do Gwang-gi reveal his heavy past with an innocent question, and Jo Cheol-bong, though more in the background, still contributed.

The other three stood out the most, but they were by no means lacking.@@novelbin@@

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