Chapter 231: Does Feng Qingwu Like Mature Types?

Chapter 231: Chapter 231: Does Feng Qingwu Like Mature Types?

She was astonished to see the dense array of silver needles on the old man’s body fly out. When she looked at the old man again, he had already returned to normal.

At this, Feng Qingwu was stunned. Everyone below was stunned as well.

’Even Guan Chengyun was helpless against Yamamoto Jun’s unique acupoint-sealing technique, yet this old man undid it all in the blink of an eye. Could he be a master too?’

"Impossible!" Yamamoto Jun couldn’t help but exclaim as he stared at the old man.

But the old man simply looked at Yamamoto Jun, chuckled, and said, "Enough of this nonsense. It’s my turn now!"

Yamamoto Jun finally came to his senses. He stared at the old man and said coldly, "I didn’t expect you to have some skill. But so what? After this round ends in a draw, I’ll let you have a taste of my more formidable methods!"

The old man shook his head. "Still hoping for a draw? You’re dreaming. I said you would die, and you will not live!"

With that, he grabbed a handful of silver needles in his right hand and flung them out.

Opposite him, Yamamoto Jun sneered, "Old bastard, do you really think a casual toss like that can hit my acupoints? You must be dreaming..."

But before he could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly constricted. He watched helplessly as his body was covered in silver needles, each one accurately piercing his major acupoints. In the blink of an eye, Yamamoto Jun’s major acupoints were completely sealed. He stood frozen, unable to move, staring dumbly at the old man, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.

The old man looked at Yamamoto Jun and chuckled. "Well, kiddo, you’ve lost!"

Yamamoto Jun’s face instantly turned livid.

The crowd below finally snapped back to reality, and a thunderous cheer erupted.

"We won! We finally won!"

This was followed by thunderous applause!

Feng Qingwu couldn’t help but applaud along with them, a relieved smile gracing her lips. ’This old gentleman’s medical skills are truly profound and unfathomable!’

But in the next moment, a flicker of doubt appeared in her eyes.

’The Chaotic Cloak Needle Skill... that’s my master’s signature technique. How is this old man so proficient with it?’

’Who on earth is this old man?’

Feng Qingwu turned to Guo Chao behind her and asked, full of doubt, "Divine Doctor Guo, may I inquire as to this old gentleman’s name?"

"Chairman Feng, my master is called Master Feng!"

’Master Feng?’

Dark lines instantly formed on Feng Qingwu’s forehead. ’What an imperious name. It’s like he’s trying to establish seniority the moment you meet him.’

Just then, someone in the crowd shouted, "Look! Quick, look!"

Feng Qingwu looked up, and her eyes widened in shock.

She saw Yamamoto Jun standing there, his face as white as a sheet, his tongue even lolling out—clear symptoms of asphyxiation.

Just then, an old man wearing a surgical mask cried out and rushed forward, his hands moving in a blur as he swiftly pulled all the silver needles from Yamamoto Jun’s body.

But to everyone’s astonishment, Yamamoto Jun’s symptoms showed no signs of easing. Instead, his face grew progressively whiter until it was completely devoid of color.

The masked old man’s hands flew, continuously pressing points on Yamamoto Jun’s body, but it had no effect whatsoever.

At this, the old man with the wrinkled face spoke indifferently, "He dared to speak rudely to Chairman Feng Feng. He deserved to die!

I said he would be left here today, and so he will be. Not even God himself can save him now."

The masked old man ignored him, twisting a silver needle between his fingers and repeatedly piercing Yamamoto Jun’s major acupoints.

But in the next moment, the crowd watched wide-eyed as Yamamoto Jun’s mouth flew open. With a great GUSH, he sprayed a mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed to the ground. He convulsed for a moment, and then moved no more.

Dead!

"My disciple!" The masked old man let out a piercing, tragic cry, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot. He slowly rose to his feet, turned to stare at the wizened old man, and ground out through clenched teeth:

"You dare kill my disciple? Then today, I shall see for myself just how profound your acupuncture arts are!"

With that, he slowly took off his mask.

The crowd below finally saw the old man’s face clearly, and everyone gasped in unison:

"The National Preceptor of Dahe Country, Kato Changkong! It’s really him, Kato Changkong!"

The color drained from everyone’s faces.

Kato Changkong, the National Preceptor of Dahe Country, possessed medical skills that had reached a sublime, almost magical, level.

In last year’s Great Xia medical tournament, Kato Changkong had competed and, all by himself, crushed every Divine Doctor in Great Xia to effortlessly take the top prize.

To think that this old monster would show up again today! Among all of Great Xia’s Divine Doctors, who could possibly stand against him?

In the face of Kato Changkong, this old man was completely out of his league. Even though he had dealt with Yamamoto Jun, he was still bound to lose today’s competition!

From below the stage, Feng Qingwu could clearly see the unconcealed killing intent in Kato Changkong’s eyes.

She glanced at the wizened old man with worry and called out:

"Old Sir, his medical skills are formidable! Why don’t you come down? It’s about time for me to get on stage!"

The old man turned his head to look at Feng Qingwu and said with a beaming smile, "Don’t you worry. I’ll take care of all these blind fools by myself today. You won’t have to come up here at all. You just need to get ready to make good on our bet when I win the championship—and let me have that kiss, haha..."

Standing nearby, Guan Peng was so furious he wanted to grab a knife and start killing. He looked at Feng Qingwu and ground out, "Chairman Feng, that old coot has gone too far!"

But to his astonishment, Feng Qingwu completely ignored him. She tilted her head, gazing at the old man on stage, the corners of her lips already curling into a faint smile.

Those bright, clear eyes, that tone of voice, that posture and bearing—they had already given away the old man’s true identity!

’Some old man!’

’Hardly!’

Feng Qingwu looked at the old man, and suddenly, a radiant smile bloomed on her face. "Fine. As long as you can win the championship today, I’ll agree to make good on our bet. I won’t go back on my word!"

Guan Peng, who was standing right next to her, stared at Feng Qingwu and froze on the spot, as if he had been struck by lightning.

’Who was Feng Qingwu? She was the Chairman of the Great Xia Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, her medical skills were unmatched in all of Great Xia, and she possessed a heavenly, nation-toppling beauty. She was truly the best of the best.’

’Feng Qingwu was also known for her Cold Pride; she was the Imperial Capital’s famous ice-cold beauty. Guan Peng had been pursuing her for ages, but she had never once given him the time of day.’

’But he never imagined she would agree to such a sleazy request from this old man. Could it be? Does Feng Qingwu have a thing for older men?’

Guan Peng’s mind was instantly thrown into turmoil.

At this, the old man on stage—Ye Feng—heard Feng Qingwu’s words and quickly turned his head. A faint blush appeared on his wrinkled face!

’Crap, I’m done for,’ he thought. ’I shouldn’t have been so brazen. She’s seen right through my disguise!’

Seeing Ye Feng completely ignoring him and flirting openly with Feng Qingwu, Kato Changkong was so furious he felt his lungs might explode.

He glared at Ye Feng and snarled through clenched teeth, "You damn bastard, today I’ll show you who’s putting who in their place!

Your acupuncture skills are so great, aren’t they? Then I’ll use my own needle technique to challenge you. Now, face my attack!"

With that, he grabbed two handfuls of silver needles and flung them at Ye Feng with lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, he had already thrown eighty-one needles, his speed twice that of Yamamoto Jun.

Looking at Ye Feng, who was now studded with needles like a porcupine, Kato Changkong stopped and said coldly, "Alright. These eighty-one needles are more than enough to claim your life. Now go and accompany my disciple in death!"

But what happened next caused Kato Changkong’s pupils to constrict violently.