I'm in Food Wars: The Establishment Of The Dark Cooking World at the Start

Seeing that someone dared to be the first to try crabs, the rest of the people also looked at each other.

"That's right, anyway, if you don't pass this assessment, you won't be able to become stronger. If this goes on, the only way is to be dismissed by the academy."

"Try it!"

They all stood in front of a pot and made up their minds.

Mo Yu, who was sitting in the chair, glanced at them.

Determination is there, but how many people can be qualified is not only achieved by determination.

"The cooking table is behind you, and the ingredients are ready. Remember, if you accidentally damage the equipment in the classroom, you will be responsible for compensation yourself."

Mo Yu dropped this sentence lightly.

After hearing this, the people who were trying to move these heavy pots froze.

"This pot is really heavy..."

Some people even dragged these pots on the ground and walked to the cooking table because they were too thin.

As they complained, they glanced at Mo Yu quietly.

"This person doesn't seem to be particularly strong. Why does he move these pots so easily?"

Everyone muttered softly.

Mo Yu was too lazy to answer them.

Ever since he activated the Dark Cooking God Cooking System, he has been training hard and tedious day after day.

The difficulty of training is hundreds of times more difficult than what these people are going to experience right now.

However, thanks to the results of such a rigorous special training, the current Mo Yu's physical fitness is dozens of times stronger than that of his peers.

Not only the five senses, but also the physical endurance, even those genius-level students, in terms of physical fitness.

It's also completely incomparable to Mo Yu!

That's why Mo Yu said those words after giving these students what seemed to be a very difficult assessment.

Because this is the truth!

If you can't even endure some hardships, what kind of power do you dare to pursue!

Is it really cheap to pick up Chinese cabbage that falls from the sky?

The Dark Cuisine Research Association will not accept waste that just wants to sit back and enjoy it.

So when these guys are still worried about the pot weighing hundreds of pounds.

What Mo Yu did was to sit on the sidelines.

"The serious look of Mo Yu-kun is really charming and cold."

Nao Sadazuka appeared in the classroom at some point and looked at Mo Yu with admiration.

At the same time, she was secretly rejoicing in her heart.

Fortunately, I was the first member to join the Dark Cuisine Research Association, so I didn't suffer the cruel test that these students are going through now.

Otherwise, with one's own physical strength, even moving these pots would be as difficult as reaching the sky.

Mo Yu glanced at her.

In all fairness, Nao Sadazuka's talent is not that outstanding.

But that is relative to the existence of quasi-Elite Ten talents like Yukihira Sōma and Ryo Hayama.

If Nao Sadazuka is placed in a group of ordinary people, then her talent is not bad.

Mo Yu, who saw her strength early, skipped the assessment of her and included Nao Sadazuka into the club.

"I'm exhausted!"

Less than five minutes after the official start of the assessment, some people began to complain.

He was so weak that he had to exert the strength to eat milk, but the pot remained motionless on the stove.

When he moved the pot before, he still asked the people around him to help move it.

Rubbing his sore wrist, he looked at the indifferent Mo Yu next to him.

The boy felt more and more that he was being played.

"What about cooking with a pot, such a heavy pot, it's impossible for anyone to turn it over!"

"What a broken society, I won't join!"

After speaking, he strode out of the classroom.

Everyone stared blankly in the direction he left, and then looked at Mo Yu subconsciously.

"Why, if you also want to give up, you can leave at any time."

For the departure of the person just now, Mo Yu didn't even bother to give a look.

"But I can guarantee that the time until he is expelled from Tōtsuki Academy will be shorter than yours."

After listening to Mo Yu's words, everyone's heart sank and they hurriedly continued their assessment.

Even though he was sweating profusely, as long as he thought that if he could pass this special training, then hope was in front of him.

With this belief, they surpassed the limit of physical exhaustion again and again, and persevered in sweat on the stove.

By the end of the first round of assessment, 15 of the 18 people who originally participated in the assessment finally persevered.

Looking at the fifteen people who were leaning against the stove, almost tired, Mo Yu nodded slightly.

"Today's assessment is over, you can go back and rest, and continue tomorrow."

After listening to Mo Yu's words, someone couldn't help but complain.

"What, can this kind of pot really be flipped by humans?"

"After just flipping it twice, I felt like my wrist was numb."

"Using a 50-kilogram pot to turn spoons is not something a human can do, right?"

Everyone was talking with all kinds of thoughts.

In the past few hours, their strength was almost exhausted.

They also had mixed feelings about Mo Yu who arranged this kind of assessment for them.

After all, what Mo Yu said before the assessment was right.

How can there be a pie in the sky?

However, in this case, it also aroused their curiosity about Mo Yu.

Since you said this is just a primary assessment, let everyone see your strength as well?

Mo Yu glanced at them.

"In that case."

Seeing Mo Yu walking to the stove, those people cheered up.

I saw Mo Yu casually picking up the pot on the stove.

Still flipped a few times in his hand.

"Just this weight makes you all tired?"

Mo Yu glanced lightly at the few students whose jaws were about to fall to the ground in astonishment.

"You, you... how did you do this?"

If they hadn't just held the pot and felt its weight, they would have thought it was fake!

"Do you think that the weight of this kind of pot is already the limit?"

Mo Yu glanced at them.

"The iron pan I use to train my wrist is 150 kilograms, and I use it three thousand times a day."

"One hundred and fifty kilograms, three thousand strokes..."

Someone just repeated it, and felt a tightness in the throat.

"I think things are difficult to do, but others do it easily, either because the other party is too strong, or you are too weak."

Mo Yu held a pot in one hand and turned it easily in his hand, making these students even look straight.

"It's the same sentence, if you can't stick to it, then go back and be a waste in peace."

"Those who can persevere are qualified to become members of my dark cooking research society."

"do you understand?"

Putting the pot back on the stove, the pot immediately made a heavy sound.

It also shakes the hearts of these people back.

They looked at Mo Yu with complicated expressions, and the scene just now made them understand how big the gap between them and Mo Yu was.

But it also strengthens their beliefs.

"We will not give up the pursuit of power!"

(These pictures are a little watery, and there will be climaxes later!)*