Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 97 Opposition and Approval

In the meeting room of the Lord's Mansion in Lyon, a fierce debate was going on.

"I object, we already have enough Martial Arts Academy in Lyon, and now we want to build another one, where can we put it down?"

"No, there are only so many people who sign up every year. We have a few points, and there are not many left in each family. Most of them are mediocre and useless talents with low qualifications. Now we want to build a college, or a formal college. , everyone can’t recruit students.”

"Yeah, our colleges in Lyon are all old colleges, and some of them have been in operation for decades. They are all well-known good colleges. Now this cook is running the college. This is completely unheard of, and it is unreliable. Well."

"This cook, just cook well. Even if you go to the battlefield, you will still be in the Huotou army. It is the safest and safest. What kind of martial arts are you practicing?"

"There are only a few places in the city that can be used to run a college. How can there be room for these cooks?"

"Why don't you stay in Paris to run a school, but come to our Lyon, what does this mean?"

"Everyone be quiet!" Marquis Serra, who presided over the meeting, patted the table vigorously. "I have already sold the land on the east side of Mount Fourvière to the French Culinary Association as the residence of the academy. Their envoys have also rushed to Paris to apply for the qualification to run the academy. So this academy will definitely be established .”

"I don't care about others, anyway, our Rhone Academy is against it!" As soon as the words fell, a dark-skinned strong man stood up to object.

"We at Thorne College don't agree either!" Another burly man with brown skin also stood up.

The Rhone River and the Saone River are two big rivers that meet in Lyon. Lyon has a well-developed shipping industry. These two academies are famous for training masters of water warfare and skilled sailors. They are the famous martial arts academy in Lyon.

Seeing someone come forward, other large and small colleges also echoed, and the meeting room became noisy again for a while.

"Crack!" Marquis Serra slammed down the table again, calming down the chaotic scene: "Since everyone is against it, why don't you let the representative of the French Culinary Association come in and say a few words to everyone?"

"Come here, whoever is afraid."

"Let those cooks come in."

"Anyway, I just object, and I can't say anything."

Marquis Serra clapped his hands, the door of the conference room opened, and three people in chef uniforms walked in.

That is Master Bernard, Master Bocuse and Master Ducasse, who used to be the president and vice president of the Paris Culinary Association.

"The establishment of an academy that only belongs to our chefs is the long-cherished wish of the ancestors of our association, and it is also a cause that we are willing to fight for all our lives. We have established this academy!" Master Bernard looked around the entire venue: "If someone objects, we might as well try it out."

"Compared to what, compared to cooking?" The dark-skinned and strong Chinese from the Rhone College sneered.

"We are going to build a Martial Arts Academy. The competition is of course martial arts!" After finishing speaking, Master Bernard turned around and walked out the door: "Let's go, those who oppose our establishment of the academy, let's go to the martial arts arena to talk."

Master Bernard stood alone on the arena of the City Lord's Mansion, but no one entered the arena first.

"The two who opposed the most fiercely just now, the two from Rhone College and Thorne College, let's go together." Master Bernard had no choice but to challenge.

Looking at each other, it was the representative of the Rhone Academy who walked out of the crowd, took off his shirt, picked up a steel fork on the sidelines, and stood opposite Master Bernard.

No nonsense, the dark and strong man let out a loud shout, and went straight to Master Bernard holding the steel fork. The sharp energy was constantly gathering at the tip of the steel fork, and was about to converge into a powerful thrust.

Suddenly, Master Bernard stretched out his right hand and raised it again.

The swarthy strong man's sprinting stopped abruptly, his body was suspended, and he struggled frantically in the air, but he couldn't land at all.

Then he spun, suspended out of thin air on the competition field, and his body slowly spun.

And it turned faster and faster, during the rapid rotation, the steel fork in his hand flew out and fell far off the stage, leaving only a dark top spinning wildly on the field.

This is controlling things out of thin air, the sign of a great master!

There was an uproar in the audience.

"What's the situation, how did the person float?"

"This is a great master!"

"You are so strong, you should have said it earlier."

"There are only a few great masters in Lyon City now, and now there is one more."

"It can't be turned anymore, and he will die if he turns again."

After all, the rotation stopped, and the dark and strong man was spread out on the ground like a puddle of mud, and was carried down for treatment.

"Anyone else object?" Master Bernard stood proudly on the stage and asked loudly.

"I object!" In the silence of the crowd, a chubby old man in brocade clothes stood up.

This is the president of the Lyon Business Association, the president of Lyon's No. [-] Commercial Guard Academy, and a well-known master-level martial artist.

In the duel at the master level, neither of them dared to make a big deal. The fat old man went to pick up a shield and a big knife, while Master Bernard took out a knife holder with seven kitchen knives of different sizes on it.

The onlookers retreated one after another, keeping a distance from the arena to ensure safety.Then one by one held their breath, stretched their necks, and stared straight at the two people in the field, staring at the battle.

Lyon's commerce is developed, and there is a constant flow of water and land transportation.But when doing business on the mainland, the biggest enemy is bandits and bandits. There are water thieves and pirates in water transportation, and bandits and horse bandits in land transportation.Among them, there are not a few bandits and bandits with high martial arts skills and murderous like hemp.If you want to save your life, or even save your goods, it all depends on the strength of the caravan guards, and as a college that specializes in teaching and training caravan guards, of course the teachings are all real kung fu, serious fighting martial arts.As the dean of such an academy, his strength and combat experience are absolutely impossible to be inferior.

As they confronted each other, neither of them made a move first.

The fat old man's knife slapped on the shield, and the wind's internal energy was calm and hard, like a solid rock, with an unshakable momentum.

Master Bernard flicked his hands, spinning a kitchen knife around him endlessly. With his eyes closed, he looked relaxed, as if this was not a contest, but cooking a dish in the kitchen.

Finally, the offensive started, and it was Master Bernard who made the first move.

A handful of kitchen knives disappeared beside him in an instant, and then appeared in all directions, precisely, quickly, and rushed towards the fat old man without hesitation.

The shield was raised, and countless shield shadows appeared out of thin air, blocking the stabs one after another.

The big sword was swung out, and countless resolute and sharp sword aura enveloped the entire arena.

Master Bernard pushed flat with both palms, a strange internal force flowed on the field, and one after another saber energy was drawn aside and chopped to the ground.

The speed of the kitchen knife began to increase, and the density of the shield began to increase.

Pushing forward with both palms with slow steps, the saber energy scattered in all directions like a water curtain being pushed away.

Finally, he pushed his palms onto the big shield, and when the shield stopped, the shadow of the shield disappeared in an instant, and he forced the kitchen knife to every vital point of the fat old man.

Victory and defeat.

"I lost." The fat old man sat down slumped.

"Anyone else object?" Master Bernard asked again.

The audience was silent for a while, and the noisy voice exploded again.

"I agree, we in Lyon should have such a powerful academy."

"We Lyon is known as the gourmet capital, how can there be no academy for chefs?"

"This academy was built in our Lyon, that is the blessing of our Lyonians!"

"It's not just our Lyon, but our entire south of France, and even the whole of France!"

"Master Bernard, if you have any requirements for building the academy, just ask, we will definitely help you with all your strength."

(End of this chapter)