Chapter 689

"The Sick Man of East Asia?"

Hearing these four words, a playful smile hung on Ye Chen's face.

It seems this Yamamoto Kazuki is indeed quite arrogant.

However, he seems to have some misunderstanding about his own strength.

Just based on his kind of trashy external martial arts disciple, even if he trains his physical techniques to the extreme, he cannot possibly be his opponent.

Originally, a little bit of sparring and contempt would have been fine, but I didn't expect this bastard to have absolutely no spirit of sportsmanship.

To actually bring out the four words "Sick Man of East Asia," that is truly hateful!

Thus, Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "Since Mr. Yamamoto wants to play a bigger game, why don't we raise the stakes even higher?"

Yamamoto Kazuki sneered and said, "No matter how big you want to play, I will accompany you to the end."

To Yamamoto Kazuki, even if Ye Chen's strength is strong, it is absolutely impossible for him to defeat him with a single palm.

So, betting with him, no matter how they bet, he is sure to win, so he doesn't care about raising the stakes.

Ye Chen then smiled and said, "How about this, I am a person who does things most fairly and follows principles. Since you mentioned the four words 'Sick Man of East Asia,' and as a Chinese person, I happen to despise these four words the most, why don't we make a bet? Whoever loses, the winning side will use a knife to carve these four words onto the loser's forehead."

After hearing this, Yamamoto Kazuki laughed loudly: "Kid, I didn't want to play so ruthlessly, but I didn't expect you to seek your own death."

Ye Chen laughed: "Whether I'm seeking death or not doesn't matter. We are all out here in the world; since I dare to say it, I naturally can afford to play. You just tell me, do you dare to play!"

Yamamoto Kazuki didn't expect Ye Chen to be so tough, so he immediately sneered and said, "What do I have to be afraid of? With so many people witnessing, whoever is afraid is the true 'Sick Man of East Asia.' Come on!"

Ito Nanako hurriedly tried to persuade them: "The two of you, it's just a small matter, why make things so unpleasant?"

After saying this, she looked at Ye Chen and said seriously: "This gentleman, my master has a bad temper. I apologize to you on his behalf. He shouldn't have mentioned those four words in front of you and hurt your feelings. I hope you don't mind!"

Yamamoto Kazuki shouted sternly: "Nanako! Although you are the eldest daughter of the Ito family, you don't need to interfere in your master's affairs, and I won't allow you to interfere!"

Being scolded like this, Ito Nanako immediately bowed apologetically and said: "Master, I'm sorry!"

Yamamoto Kazuki didn't pay attention to her anymore, but looked at Ye Chen and said indifferently: "Before we start, we must make it clear how we determine victory or defeat."

Ye Chen nodded: "Very simple. I will hit you with one palm. After that one palm, as long as you can stand up, I will consider myself the loser."

Yamamoto Kazuki thought to himself: "There are too many loopholes in this!"

"First, even if his palm injures one of my legs, I can still stand using the other leg."

"Second, even if his palm injures both of my legs, I can still use my hands to climb and support myself on other things to stand up."

"So, no matter how we play, I am the winner!"

Thus, he said arrogantly: "In that case, let's do it as you said. Make your move!"

The corners of Ye Chen's mouth lifted slightly.

He didn't even need to make any preparations; he just casually struck a soft, weak palm toward Yamamoto Kazuki from where he stood.

If one were to look purely at the force of this palm strike, someone who didn't know better would think he was just going to give Yamamoto Kazuki a friendly high-five.

However, no one knew that Ye Chen's palm was wrapped in powerful internal energy and Qi.

Yamamoto Kazuki, looking at Ye Chen's harmless palm, almost immediately sneered out loud.

He said with full disdain: "A palm like yours isn't even as good as a three-year-old child's. I can resolve it with just one hand..."

Yamamoto Kazuki wanted to say he could resolve it with just one hand, but before the words "resolve it" could even come out, Ye Chen's palm just touched his skin, and his whole body felt as if it had been hit head-on by a high-speed train, followed by a wave of intense pain.

Yamamoto Kazuki let out an "ah," and his whole body was already flying backward at high speed.

This flight drew a parabola more than 20 meters long in the air!

Before he even landed, all the meridians in his body had already been shattered in the air by Ye Chen's Qi!

In other words, during that time he was flying in the air, he had already transformed from a martial arts master recognized by all of Japan into a useless person without the strength to truss a chicken.

Then, with a "boom," Yamamoto Kazuki smashed heavily onto the ground!

At the moment Yamamoto Kazuki hit the ground, a mist of blood sprayed from his mouth!

A cloud of blood mist rose into the air. Yamamoto Kazuki, full of pain and terror, tried to stand up, but found that his hands and feet couldn't exert the slightest bit of strength.

He didn't understand traditional Chinese martial arts.

Otherwise, he would have immediately been able to judge his current state.

If one were to describe it in four words, it would be: "meridians completely severed."

In traditional Chinese martial arts, once a person's meridians are completely severed, it is impossible to ever get rid of the word "useless."

Unlike high-level paraplegia, if one compares human nerves to a complex road network, the main trunk road from the brain to the entire body is now at the person's cervical spine.

High-level paraplegia is equivalent to completely destroying the main road at the cervical spine, so the brain and body cannot communicate effectively.

And having all meridians severed is equivalent to destroying all the nerves in the entire body—the road network—whether it's the main lines or branch lines!

At this moment, Yamamoto Kazuki was the latter!

Ito Nanako, seeing her master lying on the ground unable to move, his face full of extreme pain, hurriedly ran to his side and asked nervously: "Master, how are you? Are you okay?"

Yamamoto Kazuki's lips trembled slightly, and he said with terror in his eyes: "I... I... I can't feel my limbs, I can't feel my torso, I can't feel anything... I... I'm ruined..."

After saying this, two lines of turbid old tears flowed from Yamamoto Kazuki's eyes.

He really didn't expect that after roaming the martial arts world for so many years, he would end up in such a tragic state!

Ito Nanako, hearing this, was so frightened she felt faint, then hurriedly looked at Ye Chen and blurted out a plea: "This gentleman, please save my master! I'll kneel to you!"

Ye Chen said expressionlessly: "All the meridians in his body are completely severed. He can only pray for his own luck for the rest of his life!"

After saying this, he walked up to Yamamoto Kazuki, lowered his head, looked down at him, and said indifferently: "Yamamoto Kazuki, there is a popular saying on the Chinese internet called 'seeking a hammer and getting a hammer.' I didn't want to ruin you, but you insisted on delivering yourself to my door asking to be ruined, so I have no choice."

"Also, don't think it's over. Our bet has only just begun. I'll give you one minute to stand up. If you can't stand up, then I win our bet."

"Since I won, I will carve the four words 'Sick Man of East Asia' on your forehead!"