The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 640 Inclination

The roars of laughter that filled the training ground made Okamoto Kazukiyo’s cheeks burn with discomfort. His lips had swelled completely, and his facial expression alternated between shades of green and red as he climbed up from the steps. The invisible pressure on his legs that he had felt just moments ago had vanished, and now he watched Ye Chenfeng, who stood in the ring, with eyes full of shock and uncertainty.

From the beginning till now, Ye Chenfeng hadn’t taken a single step, so Okamoto Kazukiyo figured that the invisible pressure on his feet must not have been Ye Chenfeng’s doing. Due to the pain of his broken front teeth, Okamoto Kazukiyo sucked in cold air twice through his mouth and cautiously stepped back onto the platform, standing about six meters away from Ye Chenfeng.

"Huaxia brat, remember what you said. If you use both hands and feet, then you will be at the mercy of our Island Nation," Okamoto Kazukiyo said, his speech whistling through the gaps in his teeth, an image that was quite comical.

"Do you think I, Ye Chenfeng, am like you Islanders? Acting as if my words are mere farts. Just get on with it and make your move!" Ye Chenfeng’s face was adorned with a nonchalant smile.

"Fine, I really want to see what you’re capable of without using your hands and feet," Okamoto Kazukiyo said, his heart filled with an unbearable anger. He intended to unleash all the frustration he had felt from being laughed at by most of the people present during that "accident" onto Ye Chenfeng.

The referee wearing the Huaxia military uniform glanced at Ye Chenfeng with concern before announcing, "The match begins."

As soon as the referee’s words fell, Okamoto Kazukiyo charged rapidly towards Ye Chenfeng, swinging his fist toward Ye Chenfeng’s face and saying, "Huaxia brat, don’t forget your own words."

As the fierce fist got closer and closer to Ye Chenfeng’s face, Okamoto Kazukiyo forgot the pain of his broken tooth, his smile growing richer. He seemed to already envision Ye Chenfeng being knocked down by his punch, and he thought disdainfully, "This Huaxia brat is simply an idiot to propose such a condition that favors me."

In the spectator stands, the Huaxia higher-ups, members of the Wing Guard Team, veteran and new recruits of the Soldier King Group, and others from the military who had come to watch today’s match, all held their breath as Okamoto Kazukiyo’s punch neared Ye Chenfeng. They stared unblinkingly at the stage.

As for Yoshida Masao and Nagatani Yoshiharu, they were all smiles. When they saw that Okamoto Kazukiyo’s fist was only five or six centimeters away from Ye Chenfeng, Nagatani Yoshiharu thought to himself, "It seems I really was overthinking it, this young man from Huaxia probably has no strength to fight back."

Okamoto Kazukiyo’s fist kept closing in on Ye Chenfeng’s face.

Four centimeters.

Three centimeters.

Two centimeters.

One centimeter.

Just as Okamoto Kazukiyo’s fist was about to hit Ye Chenfeng’s face, many people from Huaxia couldn’t help but turn their heads away, believing Ye Chenfeng was sure to be struck, while Okamoto Kazukiyo’s face broke into a beaming smile.

However, at the very last second, Okamoto Kazukiyo felt his swinging right fist being controlled by a powerful force. The fist slowly retracted and then directed itself at his own face before fiercely smashing into it.

With a "thud,"

Okamoto Kazukiyo’s right fist hit his own nose, breaking the bridge of it, and blood flowed nonstop from his nostrils. The pain was so intense that tears were about to spill from his eyes.

Feigning confusion, Ye Chenfeng asked, "Is this to let me? It seems not all Islanders are utterly shameless!"

With his nose sore and aching, Okamoto Kazukiyo saw Ye Chenfeng’s puzzled expression and wondered to himself, "Could it be that it wasn’t this brat playing tricks? Indeed, he didn’t even move a finger earlier. What’s wrong with me today? I refuse to believe this. This time I must knock this brat down to the ground, preferably leaving him half-paralyzed."

Okamoto Kazukiyo adjusted his mood and said with self-importance, "Huaxia brat, that punch was a gift from me. I, Okamoto Kazukiyo, am a man who stands tall. This time be prepared to face the real deal!"

The people in the surrounding stands, including Yoshida Masao and Nagatani Yoshiharu, were all completely baffled. Even if Okamoto Kazukiyo intended to give Ye Chenfeng a chance, he didn’t have to hit himself, right? And to go so far as to break his own nose? Wasn’t that just a bit too stupid?

Okamoto Kazukiyo now had no time to pay attention to the audience’s comments about him; all he wanted was to take down Ye Chenfeng as quickly as possible. Therefore, he attacked Ye Chenfeng once again, this time opting for a kick, swinging his right leg fiercely towards Ye Chenfeng’s abdomen.

This kick, unleashed with all of Okamoto Kazukiyo’s might, was even faster than when he had thrown his punches before. Just when most people in the audience thought Ye Chenfeng wouldn’t be able to dodge it, "the unexpected" occurred once again.

Okamoto Kazukiyo felt his legs being pulled in opposite directions by two forces, sending his kick astray and spreading his legs apart in a horizontal split on the stage, stretched to the maximum extent.

"Rip!" a sound echoed.

It originated from the crotch of Okamoto Kazukiyo’s trousers, which apparently had ripped. Since Okamoto Kazukiyo’s bones were already fully set, this sudden split caused a burning sensation in his nether regions, and his face was filled with agony.

Looking at Okamoto Kazukiyo in a horizontal split on the stage, Ye Chenfeng once again asked with a puzzled tone, "Did you come here to perform for us today? Please take this seriously. I’ve let you use both your hands and feet, and look at yourself—what state are you in?"

"First, you lost your front teeth when you stepped onto the stage, then you hit yourself, and now you’re pulling off horizontal splits? Did I not tell you there’s no need to go easy on me, or are you actually scared of me? Do you think that even with both hands and feet you still can’t beat me? If that’s the case, just roll off the stage!"

Okamoto Kazukiyo’s repeated comedic acts set the crowd roaring with laughter.

In the Soldier King Group’s rookie spectator seats, these newcomers had initially worried that Chenfeng’s move was a bit too arrogant. But watching Okamoto Kazukiyo, who had seemed like an expert in the beginning, perform like a clown time and again, they burst into unrestrained laughter once more.

"Did you see that? The Island Nation’s special forces soldier got intimidated by our boss; our boss doesn’t even need to lift a finger," Zhou Ping declared with his head held high and chest puffed up, as if he were bragging about his own incredible feat.

"From now on, you guys can stay in the Soldier King Group and play with the mud! We’re going to stick with the boss. Only the boss can make us stronger and stronger," Lu Tian said with excitement.

"Zhou Ping, Lu Tian, we should be thinking about where to take the boss for a meal. We need to treat him right afterwards," Gu Le said, his gaze fixed on the stage.

At the foremost VIP seats, the high-ranking officials of Huaxia Country were struggling to suppress their smiles. Yu Fengnian couldn’t help himself, and burst out saying, "Mr. Yoshida, is this the Island Nation’s best special forces soldier? To me, he looks completely like a clown. Did you really bring such a person to participate in the special forces exchange competition?"

Yoshida Masao’s face turned ashen. He bellowed at the stage, "Okamoto, what the hell are you doing? If you keep this up, you’re going to face severe punishment from your country!"

In the Wing Guard Team’s audience area, Ye Dongjian shook his head hearing Yoshida Masao’s urgent shouting and said, "Do they really think these are accidents? I’m sure Chenfeng is behind all these tricks."

"That Islander bastard up there is about to get unlucky. Do you think he might go insane after being toyed with by Chenfeng?" Wu Kunming asked with a chuckle.

On the stage.

Still in a horizontal split, Okamoto Kazukiyo, upon hearing Yoshida Masao’s shout, immediately tried to stand up, enduring the pain in his crotch.

However, just as Okamoto Kazukiyo stood up from the mat, he felt his arms being controlled by two forces. He tried to break free, but it was futile; he could only let his hands move uncontrollably.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack..."

Okamoto Kazukiyo started slapping his own face, each hit stronger than the last. To onlookers, it seemed as if Okamoto Kazukiyo was gleefully slapping himself repeatedly.

Then Ye Chenfeng, with a suddenly enlightened expression, said aloud, "I get it now, this guy absolutely has a tendency for self-abuse."

Indeed, our comrade Ye Chenfeng’s acting skills were profoundly deep. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)