498: Chapter 493: Mr.
Feng Pinglang Makes an Appearance!
498: Chapter 493: Mr.
Feng Pinglang Makes an Appearance!
Relying on the flow of air, Ye Tian quietly sensed the figure of the ninja before him without being misled by the sight before his eyes.
Seeing his opponent close his eyes, Hattori thought the opportunity had arrived, and he advanced with his blade…
“Clack clack clack!”
In a flash of lightning, the two martial artists had already exchanged three moves.
Despite Hattori’s rapid movements, attacking Wu Chen’s vital points with each strike, Wu Chen miraculously countered the fast with slow and skilled techniques, blocking every move.
A look of surprise appeared on Hattori’s face.
In yesterday’s competition, he had swiftly defeated a Chinese expert with his speed, but today his speed seemed to be of no use!
When there’s hesitation in the heart, that’s when speed will falter!
Hattori, complacent about his opponent’s slower movements, inadvertently gave Wu Chen an opening.
“Bang!”
Wu Chen’s forceful palm strike hit Hattori squarely in the chest, causing his insides to roil with the impact.
As a ninja, favoring attack over defense, Hattori’s Inner Strength was not strong, so after being struck, he quickly worked to regulate his internal breath.
Noticing his opponent slowing down, Wu Chen pressed the advantage.
His Taiji fist was tight and impenetrable as he fiercely struck at Hattori’s shoulder.
“Boom!”
Wu Chen channeled all of his force into this palm strike, dislocating Hattori’s shoulder.
And yet, despite being hit, Hattori let out a cold laugh.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh~~~~~~~~~~~”
All of a sudden, Wu Chen clutched his hand and screamed in agony.
The crowd saw that his hand had turned completely green.
“Poisoned!”
Wu Chen cried out, rapidly tapping the acupoints on his arm to seal off the poison’s advance.
Even so, half of his arm had turned green, indicating how fierce the poison was!
But Hattori didn’t give Wu Chen the chance to treat his poisoned arm.
Seeing Wu Chen focused on the poison, and regardless of his dislocated arm, Hattori charged at Wu Chen and brutally kicked, sending him flying out of the fighting stage.
“Despicable!
Resorting to poison!”
“So base!
Utterly shameless!”
…
Although Hattori won this match, the audience jeered and condemned him for concealing poison in his shoulder, considering the victory dishonorable.
However, Hattori was utterly indifferent to the audience’s opinions.
He lightly stroked his dislocated right shoulder with his left hand, and instantly the joint popped back into place.
“Who else dares to challenge?
You bunch of weak Chinese!”
Atop the stage, Hattori looked down contemptuously at the resting area for the Chinese martial artists.
The Chinese martial artists clenched their teeth in fury.
The treacherous ninja had resorted to poison and was still so arrogantly brash.
“I will go!”
In the face of such a despicable Japanese ninja, one man stood up to the challenge.
— This person was none other than the renowned master of Mount Hua, Feng Pinglang!
“Master Feng?”
“Master Feng, there’s no need for you to take action now, is there?”
“To kill a chicken, one need not use a butcher’s cleaver.
Master Feng, please save yourself for the last fight!”
The other martial artists were reluctant because Feng Pinglang was the strongest among the Chinese martial artists.
Thus, everyone hoped he wouldn’t step forward so early, lest their side lose its trump card.
“How can I sit still while this jumping clown struts about on stage?”
Facing the crowd’s dissuasion, Feng Pinglang firmly said as he effortlessly leaped onto the fighting stage.
The distance from the martial artists’ resting area to the stage was a good twenty to thirty meters.
Feng Pinglang’s leap onto the stage showcased his exceptional Qinggong skills.
“It’s Master Feng Pinglang!”
“Master Feng Pinglang has entered the stage!”
“With Master Feng joining the fray, there’s no problem now!”
…
The crowd erupted in cheers upon seeing Feng Pinglang enter, all knowing well that his strength was extraordinary, fully capable of commanding respect amongst these foreign martial artists.
“You are the next opponent?”
Seeing that Feng Pinglang was just a short old man, Hattori appeared somewhat disdainful.
“That’s right.”
Feng Pinglang respectfully saluted Hattori, then assumed a ready stance for combat.
“You overestimate yourself!”
Hattori sneered coldly, his body quivered, and once again, his figure became blurry.
Although he had expended considerable energy in his fight with Wu Chen, it did not affect his speed.
More importantly, since he had already resorted to using poison, there was no longer a need for Hattori to conceal his tactics.
A martial artist who has ripped away all pretenses in the pursuit of victory will stop at nothing!
Feng Pinglang stood motionless, assuming the most basic of stances, seemingly full of openings.
Hattori was instantly delighted, thinking that this man was merely puffing himself up.
He probably wasn’t even as strong as the previous Taiji practitioner!
Holding a contemptuous view of his opponent, Hattori closed in swiftly, his dagger already smeared with a deadly poison.
“Swoosh!”
The dagger lunged, aiming straight for Feng Pinglang’s throat.
“Snap!”
Just as the dagger was about to slice Feng Pinglang’s throat, he suddenly acted, grasping Hattori’s knife-wielding hand…
Hattori’s movement froze, and once again, his figure was visible to the audience.
“What!?”
Hattori was shocked beyond belief.
How could the motionless Feng Pinglang, when finally acting, be so swift?
“It’s not over yet!”
With his left hand held fast by Feng Pinglang, Hattori still had his right.
Spikes covered in poison adorned his right fist, and he struck furiously at Feng Pinglang’s belly.
Feng Pinglang countered with a lifted palm.
As fist met palm, a thunderous clash resounded—
“Boom!”
After the strike, Hattori’s body was actually sent flying over ten meters by Feng Pinglang!
“So fiercely strong?”
Hattori looked at his opponent in astonishment.
Although as a ninja he didn’t have strong inner strength, he should have had no problem protecting himself.
Yet, the palm he had just exchanged with Feng Pinglang had caused internal injuries throughout Hattori’s body.
Among the many strong opponents Hattori had faced, he had never seen such profound inner strength!
“Pfft—”
A stream of fresh blood spurted out of Hattori’s mouth.
Clearly, the Japanese ninja had suffered severe internal wounds.
However, a smile lingered on the corners of Hattori’s lips…
“Although I am injured, the poison you’ve been afflicted with is lethal!”
Hattori said with a cold laugh.
During his exchange with Feng Pinglang, his fists had been coated with a potent poison.
Even if Feng Pinglang were powerful, he couldn’t withstand the onslaught of the poison!
“Lethal?”
Feng Pinglang let out a slight smile.
His left palm stretched forward, and then inner strength burst forth, expelling a greenish gas from the center of his palm!
“How could this be?”
Hattori’s eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before him.
Only a top-tier martial artist with peak inner strength could expel foreign substances from his body.
Could it be that this short old man had honed his inner strength to the ultimate pinnacle?
After completely expelling the remaining poison from his body, Feng Pinglang slowly approached Hattori, who was now defenseless…
“Hand over the antidote!”
Feng Pinglang extended his hand towards Hattori.
During the recent exchange, Wu Chen had been poisoned by Hattori; his condition was critical.
“I won’t give it to you!” Hattori laughed wildly.
“Then, go to hell!”
As he spoke, Feng Pinglang suddenly punched, hitting Hattori in the stomach.
Hattori’s body flew out like a piece of paper and landed heavily in the resting area for the foreign martial artists.
“Boom!”
A loud noise erupted as Hattori’s body made a large hole in the resting area.
Looking at the ninja Hattori, his intestines were ruptured, and he was dead as a doornail…
“Bravo!” “Bravo!”…
The audience shouted their approval, Mr.
Feng Pinglang’s match was thrilling indeed; the Japanese ninja Hattori had been brutally killed.
“Incredible!
That’s a true martial arts expert!
That’s the strength of our Chinese martial artists!”
“Damn it!
Mr.
Feng Pinglang, from now on, I’m your fan!”
“Fantastic!
Fantastic!”
…
The viewers in front of televisions and computers were also cheering loudly.
Since the international martial arts contest began, this was the most splendid victory for the Chinese martial artist!
Even Ye Tian in front of the computer felt a surge of excitement!
Feng Pinglang, the martial artist from the Huashan Sect, had clearly reached the pinnacle of his sect’s inner strength practice.
With such an expert present, perhaps the Chinese martial artists’ team could finally hold their heads high!
“Who’s next?”
On the stage, Feng Pinglang stood tall and proud.
He addressed the resting area of the foreign martial artists.
Feng Pinglang’s voice, amplified several times by the host’s microphone, spurred the audience to even louder screams!
“Mr.
Feng, I love you to death!”
“Awesome!
Powerful!
Domineering!”
…
And the foreign martial artists, although they had been overpowered in terms of momentum by Feng Pinglang, remained calm and composed.
A foreign martial artist leaped onto the stage, immensely huge and over two meters tall, like a giant meatball.
“You old fart, let Yego come and meet you!”
Yego had a fierce look on his face as he glared at Feng Pinglang.
Although Yego’s appearance seemed rather comical, he had also appeared in yesterday’s martial arts conference and had overpowered a participant from the Chinese side, demonstrating his merciless methods.
“It’s that guy again!
Mr.
Feng, you must take revenge!”
“It’s that meatball man who crushed our contestant’s legs!”
…
The audience was indignant, while Feng Pinglang had already taken up his stance.
With one quick stride, Feng Pinglang faced Yego.
“Bang!”
A powerful punch slammed into Yego’s stomach.
Yego sneered, “Useless.
Even the strongest punch will be absorbed by the fat on my body!”
—This was Yego’s trump card.
His body fat could withstand any attack, even bullets and bombs would be deflected back.
The layers of fat were like a suit of hard armor!
“What’s going on?”
Yet, the relaxed expression on Yego’s face vanished almost instantly.
Because Feng Pinglang’s punch, though it seemed to be a single blow, contained an unending and increasingly powerful force that surged towards Yego’s abdomen.
Yego’s face twisted in pain as he tried to struggle free, but he was already entangled by the force of Feng Pinglang’s fist and couldn’t escape.
No matter how thick the fat was, it was no match for Feng Pinglang’s punch!