The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 337: The Slap Incident

As Huo Qiming’s chest was pounded by a punch from Yamamoto Kouta, a strange silence fell over the martial arts hall, and the surrounding Huaxia Country exchange students couldn’t believe what they had seen, nor could Huo Qiming’s disciples, who stared at their master in a daze.

"Huo Qiming, you and I are simply not on the same level. Now, I shall fulfill the words I spoke before and personally throw you out of the martial arts hall. As of today, there will no longer be a martial arts hall here," said Yamamoto Kouta, looking at Huo Qiming, who was pale and motionless. He was well aware of the power contained in that punch of his just now, and Huo Qiming was desperately holding on despite being at his limit.

"Master Huo, you haven’t fallen yet! It’s just a punch, you haven’t lost yet!"

"Yes! Master Huo, you were merely caught off guard just now, you can definitely beat this island country bastard to a pulp."

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Seeing Huo Qiming still standing upright, these Huaxia Country exchange students still had hopes for him.

Huo Qiming felt a wry smile in his heart, as moving his body was out of the question now, let alone speaking; if he opened his mouth, blood would immediately spurt from his throat. Although he really wanted to grit his teeth and continue the bout with Yamamoto Kouta, he had truly reached his limit.

Yamamoto Kouta walked step by step towards Huo Qiming: "Didn’t I say how Huaxia Country kung fu could compare with our Island Nation’s martial arts? Huaxia is a place that produces cowards."

Seeing Yamamoto Kouta approaching, Huo Qiming’s pale face grew uglier, his body began to tremble involuntarily, and his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.

"Don’t you dare touch our master," said six of Huo Qiming’s disciples, stepping forward to shield him.

"Like master, like disciple, I see you’re all nothing but a bunch of weaklings," Aoki Hisaaki stepped out and said, walking with five of Yamamoto Kouta’s disciples towards the six disciples of Huo Qiming. After a brief clash, Huo Qiming’s six disciples were inevitably knocked to the ground. In truth, these disciples were not lacking in ability, but in actual combat experience, which Aoki Hisaaki and the others had in far greater abundance.

Initially eager to try their luck, the Huaxia Country exchange students lost all courage in an instant after witnessing this scene; they felt like stepping forward now would only result in being brutalized by the opposition.

"Huo Qiming, look at the disciples you’ve trained, all useless trash," said Yamamoto Kouta with a cold sneer.

Ye Chenfeng saw the aggressive Yamamoto Kouta and now found it difficult to refrain from intervening. After all, he was a Huaxia compatriot; how could he stand by and watch his own people be humiliated by the Islanders?

"Whether someone is trash or not is not for you to say with your mouth. I think you all should disappear from the martial arts hall right away," Ye Chenfeng squeezed through the crowd and nonchalantly walked up to Yamamoto Kouta.

Ye Chenfeng’s move stunned everyone present for a moment. Lin Yujia anxiously made her way through the crowd, tugging at Ye Chenfeng’s sleeve and saying, "Now is not the time to act impulsively. Even Master Huo was no match for him, and your rash intervention would only add to the humiliation of our Huaxia people."

Su Qingyang similarly followed Lin Yujia’s lead and approached Ye Chenfeng: "Brother, Yujia is right. Although I’m dying to give these island bastards a beating, the gap in strength between them and me is too great, let alone you."

"Huo Qiming, when did you become so pathetic? You actually need a few exchange students to stand up for you?" Yamamoto Kouta naturally took Ye Chenfeng for an exchange student.

Yamamoto Kouta didn’t even bother to glance at Ye Chenfeng and said, "Step aside at once. Who do you think you are? Otherwise, I can make you spend the rest of your life lying in a hospital bed."

"I’ll say it one last time, disappear from the martial arts hall right now," Ye Chenfeng’s voice remained unaltered, as if he were stating something that should be taken for granted.

Lin Yujia glanced at Ye Chenfeng beside her, who stood steadfast, and finally decided to align with him, "You’ve gone too far. Since you’ve won the duel, why must you be so aggressive?"

As Lin Yujia took a stand, Su Qingyang, who admired her, found no reason not to do the same. He clenched his fists tightly, "We do not welcome you here at the martial arts hall. Please leave immediately."

Perhaps inspired by the defiance of Ye Chenfeng and the others, the international students around them stood up one by one, blocking Yamamoto Kouta’s path.

Aoki Hisaaki saw the situation spiraling out of their control, all because of Ye Chenfeng. Pointing at him, he challenged, "Do you dare to spar with me? If you win, we will leave immediately. But if you lose, do not block my master’s path."

Yamamoto Kouta didn’t really wish to lay hands on these international students; hearing his disciple Aoki Hisaaki’s proposal, he nodded in satisfaction and said, "What do you say? Huo Qiming has already lost to me. I made it clear before the duel that if he lost, I would personally throw him out of the martial arts hall. It seems that you people of Huaxia Country are not only cowards, but also experts at playing dirty?"

Ye Chenfeng fixated his gaze on Yamamoto Kouta before him and said, "Your disciple is not qualified to be my opponent; in fact, you are not qualified either. One move would be more than enough to deal with you."

Aoki Hisaaki as if he had heard some wild fantasy was about to burst into laughter and scorn Ye Chenfeng.

Suddenly, with a "slap," Ye Chenfeng struck, landing a palm on Yamamoto Kouta’s cheek. This slap was infused with the utmost Eighth Level Soul Force. Yamamoto Kouta’s body flew like a sack, his cheek caved in completely, and as he spun through the air, broken teeth fell from his mouth.

With that slap, not only did Ye Chenfeng destroy half of Yamamoto Kouta’s face, but the latter would also become an imbecile. Ye Chenfeng’s Soul Force had penetrated Yamamoto Kouta’s head, damaging his brain nerves, an injury beyond the possibility of recovery with current medical technology.

The once noisy martial arts hall fell silent once more.

What was happening?

Ye Chenfeng had sent Yamamoto Kouta flying with just a slap? Even the head of the martial arts hall, Huo Qiming, wasn’t a match for Yamamoto Kouta! How much power must Ye Chenfeng’s slap have contained to send Yamamoto Kouta flying?

And upon seeing not only Yamamoto Kouta sent flying but his face smashed to pulp, the Huaxia Country international students were shocked. Their eyes, filled with curiosity, focused on Ye Chenfeng.

Lin Yujia’s mouth was slightly ajar, looking at Ye Chenfeng as if seeing an alien, at a loss for words.

Su Qingyang was even more astonished than Lin Yujia. He had been talking about taking care of Ye Chenfeng on their way to the martial arts hall, even considering to spar with him sometime. But now, seeing Ye Chenfeng send Yamamoto Kouta flying with a slap, wasn’t this indicating that Ye Chenfeng’s strength surpassed Huo Qiming? How could he, Su Qingyang, stand a chance against such a master? He felt as though he had been flourishing his broadsword before Guan Yu, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

The disciples of Yamamoto Kouta, including Aoki Hisaaki, shifted their gazes back and forth between their master and Ye Chenfeng. After a moment, Aoki Hisaaki uttered a rather idiotic accusation, "You... you ambushed him."

"Ambushed?" Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself, then said, "Well, I’m telling you now that I’m about to slap you. Be prepared; that wouldn’t count as an ambush, right?"

The very next second, Ye Chenfeng’s figure appeared in front of Aoki Hisaaki, who could not even react. Another crisp "slap" followed, and Aoki Hisaaki met the same fate as his master, Yamamoto Kouta.

The arrogance of Yamamoto Kouta and Aoki Hisaaki, just moments ago, had been dealt with by two slaps from Ye Chenfeng? If not for the prior duel between Huo Qiming and Yamamoto Kouta, everyone present would have doubted Yamamoto Kouta’s abilities, perceiving him as an easy pushover. But with Huo Qiming’s example, everything changed. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to support it by casting your recommendation votes and monthly votes at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)