"Mr. Miyamoto and I are doing this for our country’s glory."
Take Shitamura was not angered by Ye Xiu’s words. Instead, he boasted proudly, "If the medical community of Sang Jing knew what Mr. Miyamoto and I were doing in Xuanse, they wouldn’t think we were embarrassing them at all. They would support our actions. Moreover, Mr. Miyamoto came to Jin Ye City specifically to slap the faces of the Ghost Doctor and the Xuanse medical community. As for Xuanse’s traffic rules, they are meant to constrain the people of Xuanse. They have no right to restrain Mr. Miyamoto or me."
This statement was extremely arrogant and full of provocation. It infuriated Ye Xiu and everyone present.
A man from Sang Jing, driving recklessly through a school in Xuanse, claimed it was for his country’s glory. He even said he was here to slap the faces of the Ghost Doctor and the Xuanse medical community. Any red-blooded person from Xuanse who heard these words would be furious to their core.
"You’ve got some nerve. It’s been many years since anyone has made me this angry," Ye Xiu said coldly, his face grim.
"You’re angry? So what can you do about it?" Take Shitamura shrugged, his tone dripping with disdain.
"Miyamoto Satoshi is here to challenge the Ghost Doctor. Before they compete in medical skills, let’s compare our martial prowess first," Ye Xiu said, pointing at Take Shitamura. "I challenge you."
Although Take Shitamura was clearly at fault for speeding on campus, Ye Xiu couldn’t just beat him up in front of so many people, as it would cause a scandal. A challenge, however, was different. It meant he could beat the man as much as he pleased.
The spectating freshmen and their parents grew excited when Ye Xiu challenged Take Shitamura. A challenge was indeed a legitimate way to beat someone up!
"Challenge me?" Take Shitamura scoffed disdainfully. "You’re not qualified. Forget you, even if everyone here came at me at once, I could knock you all so hard you wouldn’t know which way is up."
This comment greatly incited the watching students and parents.
"Since you put it that way, I’ll challenge you too!"
"And me!"
"Count me in!"
In an instant, all the men present issued challenges, wanting to gang up on Take Shitamura.
"No need!" Ye Xiu waved his hand, silencing the crowd. "I’m more than enough."
"Oh? Quite confident, aren’t you?" Take Shitamura mocked. "But I have no interest in your challenge—"
He was implying it was beneath him to fight an ordinary person, but before he could finish, the window of the black Mercedes lowered, and Miyamoto Satoshi’s voice emerged. "Take Shitamura, accept his challenge. Teach him a small lesson, and let’s not waste any more time here."
Miyamoto Satoshi could see that Ye Xiu was the ringleader. By letting Take Shitamura make an example of him, the surrounding crowd would disperse.
"Yes, Mr. Miyamoto," Take Shitamura replied respectfully. He beckoned to Ye Xiu with his finger. "I accept your challenge. You can make the first move. But I’ll warn you, you only get one shot. Once I strike back, you’ll lose any chance to—"
SMACK!
Ye Xiu’s palm cracked across Take Shitamura’s face, slapping his unfinished words right back down his throat.
At this, the crowd of students and parents erupted. Ye Xiu’s slap was immensely satisfying for them, too. It was so exhilarating! So cathartic!
Inside the car, Miyamoto Satoshi was stunned. Take Shitamura is a Seventh Grade expert, yet he was just slapped in public by a mere Xuanse youth?
Take Shitamura was also in disbelief, but his shock was quickly overcome by rage. As a Seventh Grade expert, to be slapped in front of so many people in Xuanse! If word of this gets out, how can I ever show my face again?
"That slap just cost you your life!" Take Shitamura roared, swinging his own palm toward Ye Xiu’s face. Since he slapped me, I have to slap him back to reclaim the dignity Ye Xiu just trampled into the ground. This is a challenge, after all. It doesn’t matter if I kill him!
However...
SMACK!
Ye Xiu slapped Take Shitamura’s face again. At this moment, Take Shitamura’s swinging right hand was still a great distance from its target. In other words, Ye Xiu had started his attack second but landed it first, his motion impossibly fast.
This slap was far more powerful than the last. It sent Take Shitamura flying sideways, crashing into the black Mercedes hard enough to leave a deep dent in the metal.
"This..." The color drained from Miyamoto Satoshi’s face.
Besides being the Medicine King of Sang Jing, he was also a Ninja Warrior, with strength comparable to Take Shitamura’s. Yet he hadn’t even been able to clearly see the motion of Ye Xiu’s first slap. Clearly, Ye Xiu was stronger than both of them.
My God! First, we ran into that mysterious expert at the airport in the cap, mask, and sunglasses—someone even Kuroki Suzu wasn’t confident of beating. Now, here at Sheng He Medical College, we’ve met another expert who is at least at the Eighth Grade Grandmaster level. Are there really this many masters in Xuanse? Can you just run into one on any given street?
The spectating students and parents were also stunned by Ye Xiu’s slap. They didn’t understand Ancient Martial Arts, but they could imagine the force behind a slap that could send a man flying and dent a car.
"Weren’t you being arrogant just now? Go on, be arrogant for me again," Ye Xiu said, grabbing the dazed Take Shitamura by the neck. He lifted him from the ground with his left hand and began relentlessly slapping his face with his right.
Take Shitamura was already seriously injured from the previous slap. His ears were ringing and his head was buzzing, so he couldn’t hear what Ye Xiu was saying. He couldn’t even feel the pain from the current flurry of slaps. All he felt was the rage in his heart burning hotter and hotter.
He wanted to fight back! But he found that Ye Xiu’s left hand, gripping his neck, was like an iron clamp. He couldn’t break free.
"Take Shitamura, concede! Hurry!" Miyamoto Satoshi shouted, seeing Ye Xiu’s hand slapping his subordinate’s face without pause.
Since it was a challenge, he couldn’t complain even if Ye Xiu beat Take Shitamura to death. It was simply a matter of being outskilled. But if he conceded, Ye Xiu would have to stop.
"Ah... ah..." Take Shitamura heard Miyamoto Satoshi’s command and tried to concede, but when he opened his mouth, only guttural sounds came out. He couldn’t form the words.
Panic and fear washed over him. I can’t even say the words to surrender? Does that mean... he’s going to slap me to death?!
"Take Shitamura concedes! I’m conceding on his behalf!" Miyamoto Satoshi finally lost his composure, scrambling out of the car and yelling.
"In Xuanse, only the participants in a challenge can concede. Someone else’s words are invalid," Ye Xiu said coldly, continuing to slap Take Shitamura.
Seeing Take Shitamura’s face becoming twisted and deformed, looking almost lifeless, Miyamoto Satoshi grew frantic. "I order you to stop!"
"I’m not your father. Why should I listen to you?" Ye Xiu shot back. "Of course, if you want to call me your godfather, I’ll stop."