Ye Guichen did not pay attention to everyone’s confusion or Matsui Ichiro’s sneer, but continued, "Seven-Day Red, also known as Lotus Companion, only grows on the Heavenly Mountain within Hua Country. Due to its symbiotic relationship with the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus, it blooms with a blood-red color within seven days, but withers and dies afterward to provide nutrients to the Snow Lotus. Hence the na Seven-Day Red."
"Of course, in this world, there is sothing called fishtail grass that grows at the bottom of the deep sea and looks almost identical to Seven-Day Red. It is often mistaken for it." At this point, Ye Guichen glanced at Matsui Ichiro and said with a smile, "And in what you call the Ascension Pill, there isn’t any real Seven-Day Red, just seven grams of fishtail grass. Furthermore, from the selection of ingredients to the dosage and preparation process, your pill is unremarkable, rely superficial, and lacks any of the miraculous properties that the legendary Ascension Pill is supposed to have."
Boom!
The whole crowd was shocked at these words.
Matsui Ichiro’s face turned a mix of green and purple.
He knew perfectly well that the so-called Ascension Pill was fake, and that the Matsui family had spent seven years to produce this fake pill matching the docunted descriptions.
The Matsui family was confident that no one in the world could tell this pill was a fake.
So, by presenting this Ascension Pill, the Matsui family intended to humiliate the Hua Country dical Industry and make them submit.
"Nonsense!" Monts later, Matsui Ichiro roared furiously, pointing at Ye Guichen and cursing, "Kid, you’re just spouting lies! Just because you say it’s fake, doesn’t make it fake. Hmph! What Seven-Day Red fishtail grass? It’s all nonsense! We are talking about the ingredients and the dosage of this pill here, and you can’t explain it, so you’re talking nonsense instead! I think you’re just unwilling to admit you’ve lost, right?"
As Matsui Ichiro roared, many people dressed in Sunset Samurai attire squeezed into the crowd, clearly prepared for this mont.
Matsui Ichiro grinned maliciously, "Kid, you still have ti to admit defeat, or else, with so many dia friends here, don’t say I bullied you!"
Those Sunset Samurai glared nacingly, holding their Sunset Blades, ready to act if Ye Guichen dared to say a word of denial.
Mai Lang did not expect Matsui Ichiro to play this trick.
However, from Matsui Ichiro’s reaction just now, anyone with a brain could tell that the pill was likely fake.
Unfortunately, in a real sense, Ye Guichen had already lost.
After all, Ye Guichen did not provide the ingredients and quantities as agreed beforehand.
Mai Gu also sighed lightly.
He had hoped Ye Guichen could create a miracle, but now it seed, how easy is it to create miracles?
"Mr. Matsui, there is still a round of competition left, why resort to violence?" After all, this was Mai Gu’s territory, and if a fight broke out, he would be the one to suffer losses.
At this mont, Ye Guichen smiled faintly, took a step forward, and raised his hand, "Uncle, the competition isn’t over yet, give a pen!"
"Hmm?" Hearing Ye Guichen’s words, Mai Gu was first stunned, then ecstatic, with hope rising in his heart again. He quickly ordered soone to bring paper and a pen.
Taking the paper and pen, Ye Guichen imdiately started writing on the paper with broad strokes, saying loudly as he wrote, "Oyster shell, ten grams, rootless grass, three grams, yellow silk, five grams..."
"Thick bark, seven grams..."
"Salvia, two grams..."
As Ye Guichen spoke, the reporters watched their papers intently.
"Oh my god, how is this possible?"
"Everything he’s saying is matching up!"
"Not only that, it’s nearly exact, is he a god?"
The scene beca chaotic.
The more Matsui Ichiro listened, the paler his face grew, looking at Ye Guichen in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.
Mai Lang grabbed a reporter’s paper and spread it out in front of Mai Gu and Su Tong.
With just a glance, Mai Gu and Su Tong were trembling with excitent, their faces flushed.
Caras quickly focused on Ye Guichen.
Watching Ye Guichen speak as he wrote, the crowd went wild.
After seven or eight minutes, when Ye Guichen finally put down his pen, all the reporters were in an uproar.
"Exactly right!"
"He said it exactly right!"
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"
Many won had stars in their eyes, almost ready to rush up and kiss Ye Guichen.
When are n the most handso?
Undoubtedly, it’s at tis like this!
At this mont, in addition to looking handso, Ye Guichen’s image in many won’s hearts also beca heroic.
Two out of three wins.
Although only two rounds had been completed, the result was very clear.
Matsui Ichiro was utterly defeated, completely crushed.
Those in the Chinese Herbal dicine Association, who had been downcast, now beca excited, raising their fists and shouting loudly.
"Brother Ye is aweso!"
"Hua Country dical Industry is invincible!"
"Sunset People, get out!"
At this mont, Matsui Ichiro’s smile turned completely grim.
He clenched his fists, glaring at Ye Guichen, as if he wanted to tear him apart.
"Drive them out!" Matsui Ichiro waved his hand.
The samurai suddenly moved forward, starting to drive away reporters and onlookers.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Are you sore losers?"
"Don’t touch , don’t touch !"
The scene beca chaotic.
A Sunset Samurai punched a reporter in the face, knocking him out instantly.
More Sunset Samurai began smashing the caras wildly.
Today’s events must not spread; if they did, Matsui Ichiro would lose all face.
Moreover, he still had Mai Jiacheng as a hostage, so he believed he could force Mai Gu to comply.
After a bout of violence from the Sunset Samurai, almost everyone in the lobby was driven out, except for Mai Gu, Ye Guichen, and the others.
Mai Lang clenched his fists and rushed forward to argue with the samurai but was quickly surrounded by several of them.
"President Mai, if you don’t want Mai Jiacheng to die, you’d better not act recklessly!" Matsui Ichiro’s words imdiately made Mai Lang stop.
Mai Lang’s face turned livid with anger as he glared at Matsui Ichiro, "Matsui, what the hell do you want?"
Matsui Ichiro showed a cruel smile and pointed at Mai Gu, "President Mai, I don’t have any other request; just admit that Hua Country’s dical skills are inferior to ours, and publicly acknowledge that the competition just now doesn’t count and was rely a trick of yours. If you do that, I’ll consider releasing Mai Jiacheng. Otherwise, hehe..."
The implication was that he would kill the hostage.
"You... you despicable!" Mai Gu didn’t expect Matsui Ichiro to be so shaless.
Looking at the dozen or so Sunset Samurai around him and the expert nad Yamamoto standing by Matsui Ichiro’s side, a look of struggle appeared on Mai Gu’s face.
He had seen the thods of the Sunset People, they were ruthless and rciless. If he didn’t comply with Matsui Ichiro’s demands, he might really kill Mai Jiacheng.
Moreover, now only Mai Lang could fight, but two fists couldn’t fend off many hands. What to do?
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