The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 336: Extreme Arrogance

Yamamoto Kouta did not speak, but a young Islander man around twenty-five or twenty-six years old standing to the left of Yamamoto Kouta did, speaking in not-so-fluent Huaxia language, "What my master means is, as long as your National Arts Gym obediently closes its doors today, my master can spare you. Otherwise, it’s still you who will end up losing face."

This twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old Islander man was named Aoki Hisaaki, the most outstanding disciple of Yamamoto Kouta.

As soon as Aoki Hisaaki spoke, the faces of all the Huaxia Country people present changed. Can the Islanders be so arrogant? To look down on Huaxia people to such an extent? For a moment, it aroused the anger of many Huaxia people, including Lin Yujia and Su Qingyang standing beside Ye Chenfeng.

"What is this guy? He is just a disciple of Yamamoto Kouta; I, Su Qingyang, can take care of him," said Su Qingyang, his face full of indignation, almost rushing up to confront Aoki Hisaaki on the spot.

Lin Yujia, the pure and innocent girl, was also clearly displeased, "He’s simply bullying too much! The competition hasn’t even started yet. He wants the National Arts Gym to close its doors for good from now on? That’s just daydreaming!"

Ye Chenfeng observed Yamamoto Kouta and Huo Qiming standing in opposition and judged from the auras they emitted that Yamamoto Kouta was probably a notch stronger than Huo Qiming. If the two really came to blows, the person likely to win was Yamamoto Kouta with a probability of over ninety percent. However, martial arts competitions aren’t won by strength alone; practical experience also plays a significant role.

The ever-expressionless Huo Qiming glanced at Aoki Hisaaki, then set his gaze firmly on Yamamoto Kouta, "Yamamoto Kouta, don’t you think your disciple is talking too much? This is my National Arts Gym, not inside your dojo."

Yamamoto Kouta revealed an indifferent smile and said in Huaxia language, "Huo Qiming, what my disciple means is also what I mean. If you don’t agree to close the National Arts Gym today, then let’s have a match! As long as you can win against me, your National Arts Gym can continue to operate. But if you lose to me, I will personally throw you out of the National Arts Gym’s door, so everyone can see how ’impressive’ Huaxia martial arts really is."

Yamamoto Kouta stressed the word "impressive," the implication of which was crystal clear.

"Huo Qiming, did you hear that? Do you think you are a match for my master? To avoid humiliating yourself, I think you should tuck your tail and run away right now! Otherwise, losing to my master in front of your disciples, wouldn’t that be such an embarrassing thing?" With the backing of Yamamoto Kouta, Aoki Hisaaki taunted Huo Qiming without restraint.

Aoki Hisaaki’s repeated insults towards Huo Qiming completely enraged the Huaxia Country students present. They all had the blood of the Yan and Huang descendants flowing in their veins; Aoki Hisaaki was just being too arrogant.

"Where did this bastard pop up from? What gives him the right to criticize Master Huo? I think his head must be filled with shit. A complete imbecile."

"I can’t stand to watch this. This Islander scum is so infuriating, I really want to smash his teeth with a punch."

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"Right, Master Huo, show your strength and shut those bastards’ mouths! We all believe in you."

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The group of Huaxia Country students surrounding them were chattering incessantly. If it weren’t for their lack of martial arts skills, they probably would have already rushed up to confront Aoki Hisaaki.

Hearing the voices of the surrounding students, Huo Qiming spoke to Yamamoto Kouta calmly, "Since that’s the case, let’s see the real deal in action!" Huo Qiming made a "please" gesture.

Yamamoto Kouta’s face lengthened into a cold smile, "Huo Qiming, this is your choice, and soon you will realize how foolish it is. You are bound to regret it."

Yamamoto Kouta gestured for Aoki Hisaaki to step back, and the surrounding onlookers also retreated a few steps, leaving ample space for the martial arts competition between Yamamoto Kouta and Huo Qiming.

Yamamoto Kouta pushed off the ground with his legs, using a burst of energy to launch an attack at Huo Qiming. A fierce punch aimed at Huo Qiming’s chest was easily dodged, and it seemed as though Yamamoto Kouta had anticipated this, instantly following up with a sweeping leg kick aimed at Huo Qiming’s waist.

This punch and kick were flawlessly executed in succession, which would be impossible for an ordinary person to evade.

But in the first instant, Huo Qiming blocked with his forearm. With a "thud," Yamamoto Kouta’s sweeping kick struck Huo Qiming’s arm. Huo Qiming staggered back two steps, his arm tingling. If that kick had landed directly on his waist, he knew the damage would have been significant, given the waist’s vulnerability. Fortunately, his years of martial arts competition experience helped him to block Yamamoto Kouta’s sweep with his arm.

The Huaxia Country students studying abroad let out a collective sigh of relief for Huo Qiming, just when they were worried that he would be defeated! Such an outcome would have been a huge blow to them.

Lin Yujia soothed her fluttering chest, apparently also startled, and couldn’t help but ask Ye Chenfeng beside her, "Do you think Master Huo can win against Yamamoto Kouta?"

Ye Chenfeng replied indifferently, "That’s hard to say; at least for now, Master Huo seems to be at a disadvantage."

Hearing Ye Chenfeng speak so, Su Qingyang immediately became unhappy, "Are you even a Huaxia Country national? Boosting the morale of others while undermining our own pride? Listening to you, it’s as if you yourself are a martial arts master."

Ye Chenfeng was just stating the truth, but it had caused Su Qingyang’s displeasure, so he chose not to speak anymore.

In the center of the National Arts Hall, Yamamoto Kouta said with a smile, "Huo Qiming, I didn’t expect you to have some skill! However, in my eyes, that’s all the ability you have. I, Yamamoto Kouta, will ensure that every Huaxia martial arts dojo disappears from the Island Nation."

Huo Qiming’s expression grew even more solemn. Based on their first encounter, he had deduced that Yamamoto Kouta’s strength exceeded his own, but today he had no escape. He was representing the face of all martial artists from Huaxia Country. A loss wouldn’t just be his own disgrace but also a loss of face for Huaxia’s martial arts community. Thus, no matter what, he had to do his utmost in the match against Yamamoto Kouta.

"Huo Qiming, try taking another move from me."

Yamamoto Kouta launched another offensive against Huo Qiming, knowing that the latter’s arm, which had blocked his kick, would be numb and immobile for a short time, meaning Huo Qiming could only use one arm. Thus, Yamamoto Kouta seized this opportunity to press his advantage.

Although Huo Qiming was slightly less powerful than Yamamoto Kouta, he was no slouch, relying on his rich combat experience to dodge the attacks just in the nick of time.

This caused Yamamoto Kouta to become increasingly impatient, no matter how fast his attacks were, they were always dodged by Huo Qiming in the end.

On the side, Aoki Hisaaki saw that Huo Qiming was only dodging and not attacking, he quickly jeered out loud, "Huo Qiming, is this what they call Huaxia Country kung fu? Do you only know how to dodge? It seems Huaxia kung fu is nothing special after all! You, Huo Qiming, are just a turtle, shrinking your head back into your shell."

Aoki Hisaaki intended to provoke Huo Qiming with his taunts, hoping to force him and his master into proving themselves in the duel. Under the current circumstances, if Huo Qiming dared to clash head-on with Yamamoto Kouta, he would certainly be the one to fall.

Aoki Hisaaki’s sudden provocation distracted Huo Qiming for a mere moment, and that brief lapse was all Yamamoto Kouta needed to land a punch squarely on Huo Qiming’s chest with all his strength.

After taking a heavy punch to the chest, Huo Qiming staggered backward, a surge of blood rushing up within him. He suppressed the blood that welled up in his throat, swallowing it forcibly down to his stomach. He stood there on sheer willpower, resisting the urge to collapse. However, he knew that he was defeated today, so what should his next move be? Could he really let Yamamoto Kouta throw him out of the National Arts Hall? His pride simply couldn’t stand such a loss! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)