Chapter 232: What You Say Is Bullshit

Chapter 232: Chapter 232: What You Say Is Bullshit

He could only watch as, with a casual sweep of his right hand, Ye Feng collected all eighty-one silver needles into his palm.

"Smoke and Clouds Brushing Willow Hand!" Kato Changkong exclaimed, his pupils constricting. "You actually know such a miraculous needle technique!"

But a moment later, he sneered. "You have some skill, but that won’t change your fate of dying a violent death right here. Even though you removed the needles, I’ve already sealed all your meridians. In less than five seconds, you will explode and die."

With that, he raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers. Using his left hand, he began to fold them down one by one as he confidently began to count, "Five, four, three..."

The crowd below couldn’t help but shake their heads and sigh. ’Kato Changkong has made his move. How can the old man possibly fight back? This match is a loss after all!’

Feng Qingwu watched Ye Feng, her eyes filled with worry. ’That Kato Changkong is too strong. Can Ye Feng really take him on?’

But Kato Changkong’s countdown was already over. "Two, one... Drop!"

But what happened next made his pupils constrict. Ye Feng was still standing there, solid as a rock, showing no signs of collapsing whatsoever.

Kato Changkong stared at Ye Feng and shouted again:

"Fall!"

"Fall!"

"Fall!"

Ye Feng looked at Kato Changkong and said with a grin, "How about counting down from five again? I’ll wait. Take your time, don’t rush. We wouldn’t want you to have a stroke!"

"You..." Kato Changkong shrieked at Ye Feng. "Impossible! How could you break my unique meridian-sealing technique?"

But he recovered in the next moment. Looking at Ye Feng, he said coldly, "So what if you broke my seals? I have plenty of other ways to kill you. Now, face my next move..."

With that, he prepared to attack again.

But Ye Feng shouted, "Hey, old fossil, have you no manners? You’ve had your turn, now it’s mine. Get it? My turn to make a move! Or is your dementia kicking in?"

The crowd roared with laughter at Ye Feng’s comical remark.

"You..." Kato Changkong trembled with rage. He wanted nothing more than to tear Ye Feng limb from limb.

Suppressing his fury, he said with contempt, "Bring it on. I refuse to believe your acupuncture could possibly have any effect on me!"

Ye Feng plucked out a silver needle, grinned at Kato Changkong, and said, "I’ll only strike you with a single needle. If you can unblock the pressure point I seal, I’ll let you walk out of here alive. Take this!"

As he spoke, the silver needle in his hand struck like lightning, piercing a pressure point on Kato Changkong’s shoulder.

Kato Changkong casually pulled out the needle and sneered, "That’s it?"

But his expression changed drastically in the next instant. He hastily raised a hand to press several of his own vital pressure points.

But it was useless. His face turned visibly pale. A moment later, Kato Changkong was clutching his throat, a hoarse, strangled sound escaping as he clearly struggled to breathe.

Finally understanding how formidable Ye Feng was, he looked at him and cried out desperately, "I surrender! Please, sir, undo this!"

Ye Feng looked at Kato Changkong and chuckled. "You tried to kill me the moment you attacked. Tell me, why on earth should I save you?"

Kato Changkong’s eyes were bloodshot, glaring at Ye Feng as if they would burst from their sockets. "Then let’s die together!" he roared.

He prepared to lash out at Ye Feng, but his hand wouldn’t even lift.

Kato Changkong let out a piercing shriek as blood gushed from his mouth and nose. He fell backward, convulsed for a moment, and then moved no more.

Ye Feng looked down at Kato Changkong’s body and said contemptuously, "Take me down with you? You’re not even worthy."

’Kato Changkong... was actually killed by Ye Feng?’

Everyone present froze, staring blankly at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng scanned the Yamato contingent below and announced loudly, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me? I accept!"

But none of the doctors from the Yamato side dared to look up and meet his gaze. ’Even Kato Changkong was killed. What would be the point of any of us going up there?’

At this, the crowd below finally snapped out of their stupor, erupting in cheers and thunderous applause.

Feng Qingwu was also clapping and cheering enthusiastically.

Nearby, Guan Peng felt his heart shatter. ’My goddess is really going to be stolen away by this shameless old man!’

He looked up at the stage and saw Ye Feng showboating, pumping his fists in the air and playing to the crowd.

Guan Peng suddenly found himself wishing a bolt of heavenly lightning would strike Ye Feng dead.

But just then, an old man in a long robe slowly walked onto the stage. He looked at Ye Feng and said calmly, "And what about us from Goryeo? Aren’t you celebrating a little too soon?"

Someone in the crowd recognized the man and cried out in alarm, "It’s the National Preceptor of Goryeo, Park Yong-sin!"

Feng Qingwu recognized him as well, and her brow furrowed instantly.

’Park Yong-sin’s medical skills were said to have reached perfection. Even Kato Changkong was no match for him.’

’In the medical arts tournament two years ago, he had wiped the floor with Kato Changkong and effortlessly claimed the championship.’

’In that competition, he had savaged all the doctors of Great Xia. Even I was defeated by him. He became a waking nightmare in my mind, an unbeatable figure. To think he would make a move himself today...’

’Ye Feng was in danger.’

At this thought, Feng Qingwu shouted urgently to Ye Feng, "Get down from there! Let me face him!"

’Even if it meant dying on that stage, she couldn’t bear to see Ye Feng get hurt.’

But Ye Feng simply turned, grinned at Feng Qingwu, and said, "I told you, I’m going to swat down every single person who came to challenge us today. There’s no need for you to come up here. You just get ready to fulfill your side of our bet... to, uh, kiss... you know..."

He trailed off, quickly shutting his mouth.

’Feng Qingwu had obviously recognized him. If he kept teasing her, she’d definitely beat him black and blue when they got back.’

Seeing his flustered expression, the corners of Feng Qingwu’s lips curled into a slight smile.

At that moment, Park Yong-sin’s face darkened as he stared at Ye Feng. "Swat me down? You think you’re worthy?"

"Mark my words. Today’s championship belongs to Goryeo. Goryeo’s medical arts are the origin of all medicine in the world! Your Great Xia Traditional Chinese Medicine will be trampled beneath my feet! And you—you will be trampled beneath my feet as well. I have spoken!" 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

Ye Feng turned to Park Yong-sin and chuckled. "You’ve spoken? What you say doesn’t mean shit."

"You..." Park Yong-sin’s face went pale with fury. ’Who did this man think he was talking to? He was the National Preceptor of Goryeo, a being revered by all!’

’Even the King of Goryeo had to treat him with the utmost respect, yet here was Ye Feng, scolding him like a common dog. How could he possibly tolerate such an insult?’

He glared at Ye Feng and said coldly, "You old bastard, your life is forfeit today!"

Ye Feng grinned. "What a coincidence. I was thinking the exact same thing!"

"You..." Park Yong-sin trembled with rage. He knew that a verbal sparring match with this old man was a losing battle, so he cut straight to the chase:

"Today, we will compete with poisons. If I lose, I will succumb to poison and die. If you lose, you will die right here. Do you dare accept the challenge?"