The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 285: Stomping on Faces Hard

"Shut up, you have no right to insult Huaxia Country’s kung fu."

As the president of Tianhai Medical University’s National Arts Club, Ma Tao had a real passion for the national martial arts, and today, after hearing Yamamoto Kiyohisa insult them again and again, how could he bear it? He had reached the end of his patience.

Facing Ma Tao’s peak fury, Yamamoto Kiyohisa took great pleasure in observing the expressions on Ma Tao’s face, laughing as he said, "Isn’t Huaxia Country’s kung fu just rubbish? If you’re capable, use your Huaxia Country’s kung fu to beat me, but I think that’s something that will never happen."

"Bastard!" Ma Tao cursed with a coarse throat, his figure charging towards Yamamoto Kiyohisa like a bull gone mad, his emotions slightly out of control.

Below the stage, Ye Chenfeng shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself, "The president of this National Arts Club is too impetuous, this Islander is clearly trying to provoke him! In a duel between two evenly matched fighters, it is often the calm one who wins. It seems that today’s National Arts Club president cannot win this sparring match."

The surrounding male and female university students, seeing the ferocity of Ma Tao on the stage, cheered even louder in their throats, believing that the higher Ma Tao’s momentum, the greater his chances of winning.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the technique; these male and female university students were laymen, while Ye Chenfeng was an expert. A martial arts contest wasn’t about who was more ferocious; if one couldn’t even control their own emotions, they would easily reveal flaws during the match, giving their opponent an opportunity.

Indeed, just as Ye Chenfeng had expected, in his rage, Ma Tao exposed his weakness, and Yamamoto Kiyohisa had been waiting for this opportunity. Leaping into the air, he delivered a powerful side kick that struck Ma Tao’s face hard. Ma Tao’s body wobbled before finally collapsing to the ground.

"I’ve said it before, Huaxia people are just good at running their mouths, all of them too weak to withstand a single blow. Nobody should object to what I say now, right? Huaxia kung fu is trash," Yamamoto Kiyohisa arrogantly stated.

"You can’t insult Huaxia Country’s kung fu." Ma Tao, who had initially fallen to the ground unable to get up, once again shakily stood, swaying from side to side.

"Hmm?" Yamamoto Kiyohisa didn’t expect Ma Tao to actually manage to stand up again? After taking his karate chop, a split kick, and a side kick, logically, there was absolutely no reason he should have been able to stand up. Ma Tao’s perseverance exceeded his expectations.

"Damn it," Yamamoto Kiyohisa’s face showed a trace of dissatisfaction, cursing, "Since you’re seeking death, then I’ll grant it to you."

As soon as the words fell, Yamamoto Kiyohisa took three running steps and then delivered a flying kick directly to the chest of the wavering Ma Tao. Unable to withstand this immense force, Ma Tao’s mouth spilled out threads of fresh blood, and his body was kicked off the stage.

The male and female university students under the stage hurriedly gathered around Ma Tao, and one hot-tempered male student, pointing at Yamamoto Kiyohisa on the stage, yelled, "Don’t you know this is just a sparring match? How could you strike so hard?"

Yamamoto Kiyohisa replied with a smile, "He was the one who stood up and wanted to continue the spar with me. If anyone’s to blame, it’s him for overestimating himself. Why are you yelling at me? If you’re so capable, come up here and fight me, don’t just babble like a woman."

At these words, the hot-tempered male student was suddenly rendered speechless. Even the president of the National Arts Club, Ma Tao, was no match for the Islander, so going up himself would be akin to seeking death. Although every young man has his own sense of pride, this doesn’t mean they’re foolish enough to jump off a cliff knowing full well it’s in front of them.

Seeing that the hot-tempered male student had nothing to say, Yamamoto Kiyohisa became even more proud, laughing out loud and unrestrained, "Trash, all trash, not only is Huaxia Country’s kung fu trash, but the people of Huaxia are trash as well."

"Is this Islander looking for trouble on purpose? How dare he call us people of Huaxia trash? I can’t swallow this insult."

"That’s right, I can’t stand it anymore, even if going up on the stage means asking for a beating, I can’t let him look down on us people of Huaxia. Let me be the first to go up there and meet this scum!"

...

The male university students below the stage could initially endure it, but Yamamoto Kiyohisa’s words were too much, prompting these young men to grit their teeth and, despite knowing what lay in front of them, jump off the proverbial cliff.

Zou Linlin, unable to restrain her anger at Yamamoto Kiyohisa’s arrogant demeanor, just wanted to have Ye Chenfeng go up and teach him a lesson when she turned her head to find that Ye Chenfeng was no longer by her side.

"Huaxia Country is not a place where you can run wild. Calling Huaxia’s kung fu trash? Calling Huaxia’s people trash? I’m afraid you Islanders are not even fit to be called trash." Ye Chenfeng had somehow appeared on the stage, his voice filled with indifference. He too had the blood of Huaxia running through his veins, and although he was not particularly patriotic, Yamamoto Kiyohisa’s madness was too much—it made Ye Chenfeng want to crush him underfoot.

"Who is he? How did he get on the stage? Could he be a student from our school? Or maybe a teacher?"

"His courage is commendable, but doesn’t he look a bit too frail? I bet he won’t last a single move under Yamamoto Kiyohisa."

"Brother, go ahead and fight it out with that Islander bastard, we’ll cover your medical expenses."

...

The few university students at the base of the stage, after seeing Ye Chenfeng appear, felt admiration for his courage, yet unanimously believed Ye Chenfeng couldn’t win against Yamamoto Kiyohisa.

But those students who had seen Ye Chenfeng perform a one-handed dunk and break the basketball hoop at the gym, were filled with anticipation, hoping Ye Chenfeng would once again work a miracle.

"Grassroots Hunk, come on, I believe you can win, show those Islanders the spirit of our Huaxia people."

"Grassroots Hunk, I believe you won’t disappoint us, you are the toughest man I’ve ever seen."

...

The university students who had never witnessed Ye Chenfeng’s abilities suddenly heard many girls cheering for Ye Chenfeng and were instantly filled with doubt. Perhaps the man on the stage, who looked like a pretty boy, was in fact a big shot at Tianhai Medical University? Otherwise, why would he attract so many cheers and shouts from the girls?

Yamamoto Kiyohisa looked disdainfully at Ye Chenfeng who had suddenly appeared before him and said, "I didn’t expect Huaxia people to be not only trash but also idiots. Do you want me to kick you off the stage, or would you rather crawl down yourself?"

"You sure talk a lot, but soon, you’ll find out who’s the trash," Ye Chenfeng said icily, and the moment the words left his mouth, he moved. In the blink of an eye, before Yamamoto Kiyohisa could react, Ye Chenfeng was in front of him, landing a fierce punch to his abdomen.

Stricken with pain in his abdomen, Yamamoto Kiyohisa’s body bent into a "bow" shape. Ye Chenfeng did not stop; another kick landed on Yamamoto Kiyohisa’s chin, sending his body spinning 360 degrees in the air, then with a "thud," he crashed heavily onto the stage.

Ye Chenfeng stepped on Yamamoto Kiyohisa’s face, grinding his shoe back and forth: "Now do you know who’s the trash? Actually, your face isn’t even qualified to wipe the bottom of my shoe, but let’s make an exception for today."

Yamamoto Kiyohisa’s head was still reeling, completely clueless about what had just happened. All he felt was someone stepping on his head and a stinging pain on his cheek.

The Islander in his sixties, who had been sitting with his eyes closed at the base of the stage, opened his eyes upon seeing the scene on the stage, his mouth involuntarily twitched. The figure being stepped on by Ye Chenfeng was Yamamoto Kiyohisa, the disciple of this Islander elder. Seeing his disciple being so abused was sure to provoke an emotional response from the master!

However, the Islander in his sixties didn’t speak out immediately. His turbid eyes examined Ye Chenfeng up and down, as if pondering something in his mind. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)