Everyone looked at Fang Yu in disbelief.
Using a needle to pierce through a steel plate isn’t just a test of dical technique.
A toothpick is made of wood, how could it possibly penetrate a steel plate?
Fang Yu snorted lightly and said, "A bunch of frogs in the well, watch closely!"
He raised his hand and pinched the toothpick.
Primordial energy surged.
Gang Qi twined.
His eyes glared—
Whoosh!
The hand moved, and the toothpick dropped.
Bang!
With a crisp sound, it echoed throughout the venue.
Fang Yu slowly lifted his hand.
Swish swish swish swish—
Everyone’s gaze focused on that piece of steel plate at the sa ti.
They saw the wooden toothpick standing straight, inserted into the steel plate without breaking or bending... half of its body buried in the steel plate.
For a mont, the whole place fell silent.
You could hear a pin drop.
The air also seed to freeze in an instant.
Everyone’s eyes widened, motionless.
As if a photograph had been frozen in ti.
So people began to swallow, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
Yamakawa Ichiro, revered as a master from Japan, stared at the toothpick with a complex gaze, his brows furrowed.
Feeling the hot, stinging pain on his cheeks.
No one spoke.
A row of elderly people sitting near the podium, deep in years and experience, began nodding their heads vigorously after seeing this spectacle, furiously writing sothing on the docunts in front of them, perhaps unclear what exactly.
After a long silence, Fang Yu finally spoke:
"Mr. Yamakawa Ichiro, what do you think, between the two of us, who won?"
Yamakawa Ichiro’s expression stiffened, hemming and hawing without an answer.
The answer was obvious.
One used a silver needle, still only a quarter in. One used a toothpick, half embedded!
The superior and inferior were clear at a glance!
Those foreign doctors who had just sneered at Fang Yu looked ugly, as if they had swallowed a pound of flies earlier, now like they had been screwed by a hundred dogs and found it hard to accept.
The Huaxia doctor standing behind them couldn’t be more delighted, saying fluently in English: "I see so people are untrustworthy, losing is losing, is it that difficult to admit soone is strong? Even being top doctors in the world, it’s embarrassing to say it out loud!"
No one refuted.
Heads hung low, faces flushed with embarrassnt.
"Who was it that wanted to streak just now? Who else looked down on Divine Doctor Fang?"
That foreign doctor who had clamored about streaking made up his mind, gritting his teeth and said, "Respected Mr. Fang, your strength has conquered , I sincerely apologize to you! I will keep my promise!"
Saying so, he started stripping his clothes.
The won present all turned away.
That foreigner yelped and ran out, causing an outburst of laughter in the hall.
"I always appreciate those who take their promises seriously!" Fang Yu nodded and said.
Others ca forward one after another—
"Doctor Fang, I sincerely apologize to you! I was wrong!" Slap, he hit his own face.
"Divine Doctor Fang, you are truly deserving of the title Huaxia Needle King!"
"Huaxia’s traditional Chinese dicine is really miraculous, I have never seen such wondrous dical skill in my life!"
"Incredible! Respected Mr. Fang, you are truly a role model for Eastern dical arts, please forgive my earlier presumption! I am willing to offer you an apology."
Those who had previously looked down on Fang Yu all thickened their skins to apologize.
But still, so people had remained neutral, and upon seeing the others’ about-faces, a tall foreigner cursed, "What a shaless bunch! If I were you, I would withdraw from this forum’s selection! Not one of you is comparable to Doctor Fang from Huaxia! You have insulted the dical profession!"
"It’s about ti the foolish Westerners woke up! This Doctor Fang from Huaxia is not a charlatan, but an Easterner with peerless dical skill! We must learn from him! Sincerely learn!"
The doctors from the back rows stood up one after another, bowing to Fang Yu to show their respect.
This made those who had mocked Fang Yu turn red with sha! They wished they could find a hole to crawl into.
Fang Yu paid no attention to these people’s flattery.
He had seen this scene countless tis, thirteen years ago and even eight years ago, and having seen it so many tis, he gradually beca numb to it.
...
Fang Yu’s gaze then fell upon that Japanese man.
"Mr. Yamakawa Ichiro, it’s your turn..."
Suddenly, the air beca tense and oppressive.
What was at stake just now was a human life!
Seeing this, the dical Chairman hurriedly stepped forward to diate, "Doctor Fang, it’s rely an exchange of dical skills, there’s no need to escalate it to matters of life and death, right?"
"Indeed, there’s no need to cause loss of life."
"Let’s just forget about it... We are all doctors!"
However...
Fang Yu still said:
"Mr. Yamakawa Ichiro, please surrender your life..."
The entire place fell silent once again.
With a faint smile, Fang Yu stared at Yamakawa Ichiro.
The atmosphere suddenly turned gloomy.
Completely different from just monts ago.
Dong, dong, dong...
With a smile on his face, Chen Daotian leaned against a table, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the tabletop.
The rhythmic tapping made the entire venue eerie.
Finally—
Yamakawa Ichiro raised his eyes, locking sights with Fang Yu.
"If you want my life, let’s see if you have what it takes... An exchange of skills should end when the point is made... Are you sure you want to make an enemy out of ?" Yamakawa Ichiro’s voice beca steady and hoarse.
"All I know is that one should keep their word. Mr. Yamakawa Ichiro, do you and your people dislike being trustworthy, just the sa?"
Fang Yu’s mocking tone made the atmosphere even more tense.
A shadow ca over Yamakawa Ichiro’s eyes as he said, "You speak of trust... did I ever agree to gamble with my life?"
"Hmm?"
Playing word gas, are we?
Fang Yu also dropped the mocking tone, stating: "Very well! Then I shall have to personally fulfill the promise."
Both parties were on a knife’s edge.
Hattori Matsuko imdiately stood in front of Yamakawa Ichiro, highly vigilant.
With clenched fists, she glared around.
"I am from Japan, my na is Hattori Matsuko, the female fighting champion of the Asian Championships, a top-class combatant from the Southeast Asian Special Forces, anyone who dares to touch Mr. Yamakawa must get past first."
When this series of titles was announced, everyone was taken aback.
The Hattori clan from Japan has always been renowned for producing masters. It’s said that the family has cultivated nurous top martial artists.
This Hattori Matsuko, is very likely a martial arts master.
Fang Yu intoned word by word: "Daotian."
Chen Daotian stopped his playful smile, ceased tapping on the table, stood up straight, twisted his neck, and said: "Anyone not involved may leave the venue now!"
At this point, the doctors realized the seriousness of the issue.
Conflict was about to erupt.
The hospital staff were baffled.
The foreign doctors were even more puzzled, exchanging looks with one another.
Right at this mont—
Bang!
Chen Daotian smashed the desk in front of him with a punch!
"Can’t anyone hear?"
Crash!
This punch startled the foreign doctors.
Violence, sheer violence! Ti to leave imdiately!
Soon, there were not many people left in the venue!
"Those from Korea, and those few, stay!"
Korean Choi and his companions, as well as the few doctors who were on good terms with Choi, were terrified, sweating profusely, with somber expressions!
Fang Yu turned his head, casting an indifferent glance at the Huaxia doctors, saying, "Peipei, take our people out!"
Xu Zhaopei looked worried, her forr capricious deanor completely gone.
"But..."
"Go on, you can’t help here," said Chen Daotian.
Hearing this, Xu Zhaopei reluctantly turned around and led the doctors out of the venue.
The venue beca even quieter.
Yamakawa Ichiro applauded, "It’s like refusing the proper path to heaven and barging into the gateless hell... You’re bringing this onto yourself."
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