Nine hundred and fortieth chapters against Yamamoto
"Whoosh whoosh-"
Hearing this, Matsuno Qianshan stepped forward, picked up the silver needle with both hands, and pierced the bronze man's body.
With the ten silver needles in his first hand, he pricked them smoothly. Each one of them hit the target, and it was accurate, no matter in terms of strength, depth, or order.
The second wave came with ten silver needles again. This time, he was less casual and his face became serious.
In the third hand, Matsuno Qianshan did not hold ten silver needles directly in his hand, but held five needles and slowly inserted them.
As time passed, Matsuno Qianshan's speed became slower and slower, his expression became more and more solemn, and there was even a trace of sweat on his forehead.
There is no doubt that this test question is still quite difficult.
However, the acupuncture points he penetrated still met the requirements, and the accumulated points were getting higher and higher.
Ten minutes later, Matsuno Qianshan had punctured eighty acupuncture points and scored eighty points, which was already a shocking score.
But he didn't stop yet, and continued to stab the remaining twenty acupuncture points based on his memory.
"It's so evil and terrifying."
"This Qianshan is really not an ordinary person. He can remember a hundred acupuncture points after being broadcasted once, and he still remembers them in order."
"Not to mention that he is still pricking the remaining acupuncture points. Even if he stops now, he can beat Ye Fan by a long shot."
"Hey, where's Ye Fan? Why haven't I seen his score? Maybe he didn't remember a single shot, right?"
"Ah, what is he doing sitting on the ground?"
While everyone present was impressed by Matsuno Qianshan's prowess, they also discovered that Ye Fan did not compete, but sat on the ground with his eyes closed and meditating.
Kong Taoli and Mr. Gong almost stood up and shouted.
Wang Qiaochu and Yuan Qiu also had deep smiles.
"Madam, has Mark given up?"
The female secretary looked at this scene with despairing eyes: "He is trying to kill you."
Mrs. Zhao remained as calm as water, with no emotion on her face.
"There are only three minutes left. Matsuno Qianshan has also stabbed ninety acupuncture points."
"Even if Ye Fan memorizes all the acupuncture points and their order, he still can't prick them all in this short time."
"Hua Tuo didn't even have this ability when he was alive."
Yuan Qiu gloated and reminded Mrs. Zhao: "Madam, you have misjudged Ye Fan. He was bribed and didn't even struggle."
Feng Changshan sighed with emotion: "I really shouldn't have let Ye Fan play. Now that I have lost, how can I explain it to the people? There are thousands of people crowded outside."
"Madam, what should I do?"
The female secretary's face turned pale and her body was shaky.
Wang Qiaochu also crossed his legs: "What can we do? Throw Ye Fan out and be chopped into pieces by the people."
This game not only related to the outcome of the competition between the two countries, but also tested whether Ye Fan was loyal or not. Therefore, his negative attitude made many Chinese people angry.
"Traitor, he is indeed a traitor."
"I just didn't expect him to betray me so completely. He didn't even act, he just sat on the ground and gave up."
"At the end of the game, I swear to kill this thief."
Countless people scolded Ye Fan.
"There are specialties in medicine, and Ye Fan has good medical skills, but it's a pity that he is not suitable for this kind of test of identifying acupuncture points with silver needles."
Bei Tingchuan also showed a trace of contempt on his face: "It seems that I really think highly of Ye Fan. The only ones who can be our opponents are the three of Luo Shen."
Kurokawa Muyuki also had a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
In the last two minutes, Matsuno Qianshan only had five acupuncture points left.
Although he was sweating profusely and exhausted, it was obvious that he would complete this exam question.
"It's the last minute."
Bei Tingchuan shouted: "Host, announce the winner. Ye Fan is determined to lose. No need to watch anymore."
Mrs. Zhao narrowed her eyes for the first time.
The female secretary's pretty face turned pale, she was not worth it for Mrs. Zhao: "Lost, Ye Fan lost, damn guy..."
"Ye Fan, keep sleeping, keep sleeping."
Seeing Ye Fan giving up on himself, Matsuno Qianshan couldn't help but take the time to ridicule:
"I only have three acupuncture points left, and I can finish them soon."
"Sleep well, you can sleep until tomorrow."
He sneered noncommittally while stabbing the silver needle with his trembling right hand.
This game required too much physical strength and energy. Even though he was extremely smart, he was exhausted.
"It's a pity that you can't win."
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes and said something casually.
Then, he stood up calmly.
Everyone discovered that as soon as he stood up, Ye Fan was like a sword breaking through the ground, and his simplicity became radiant.
Sensing a hint of danger, Matsuno Qianshan's expression changed and he sped up the needle.
At the same moment, Ye Fan slapped the table: "The water is rising!"
Rinse your hands with clean water.
Ye Fan shouted again: "Here comes the needle!"
Hundreds of silver needles in hand.
"One thought makes it happen!"
Ye Fan shouted loudly, raised his hands, and the silver needles poured out instantly.
"Whoosh whoosh-"
The silver needles were like meteors and flying dragons, sinking into the Tongren's acupuncture points one by one, neither deep nor shallow, not to the right or to the right, just meeting the examination standards.
"Ding dong——"
"Bronze Man No. 1, acupoint recognition completed, 100 points!"
When the silver needle fell, the announcement suddenly sounded, and the full score echoed.
When the precision instrument broadcast, the judges, Kong Taoli, Wang Qiaochu, Mrs. Zhao and other viewers were all stunned on the spot.
The female secretary who was disappointed with Ye Fan also covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.
Matsuno Qianshan held the last needle, and the silver needle fell directly from his fingertips.
Beitingchuan and Yuanqiu were even more stunned, with horrified expressions on their faces.
They couldn't believe how Ye Fan turned around like this.
What's more, he didn't expect that Ye Fan's hundred needles would all match in strength, speed, and sequence.
This is more than just a genius, he is simply a monster, a monster that is rare to see in a century.
Kurokawa Muyuki murmured to himself: "How is this possible? How is this possible?"
The blood doctors also thought it was ridiculous and decided that there was something wrong with the system.
It was just a test by the host, the judging panel and the staff, but they all determined that there was no problem with the system and that Ye Fan's results were real and valid.
"Win, Ye Fan wins!"
When Mr. Gong and the others saw this, they became so happy that they almost knocked down the roof of the house with cheers.
Mrs. Zhao also flashed a smile, but she quickly regained her composure.
Although many Chinese audiences were happy, they looked very embarrassed. After all, they had just decided that Ye Fan was a traitor.
Wang Qiaochu's face was as dark as water.
"Do you know why I closed my eyes and meditated?"
Ye Fan didn't care about the victory. He just looked at Matsuno Qianshan who was sweating profusely and smiled:
"That means fifteen minutes is too much for me. I can win this game in ten seconds."
"I will kill you instantly without taking action, just to save some face for the Blood Medicine Sect."
"Of course, I also want to stimulate you and let you know that no matter how hard you work, you can't beat the success of my needle."
Ye Fan picked up the silver needle on the ground and put it in Matsuno Qianshan's hand: "Come on, complete your last needle."
"flutter--"
Matsuno Qianshan was exhausted mentally and physically, pinching the silver needle, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out...
Seeing Ye Fan's back calmly leaving, countless people were shocked.
Kurokawa Muyuki felt strange again in her heart.
She suddenly felt that she still didn't know Mark well enough.
An hour later, Ye Fan started the second game. His opponent was the only remaining member of the Tianjiao Group.
In this game, a patient was drawn for diagnosis and treatment. Ye Fan instantly killed the opponent at the beginning and won the second game.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Fan walked up to the high platform again and faced one of the three geniuses of the blood medicine sect.
Shichiro Yamamoto.
Looking at the imposing Ye Fan, Yamamoto Shichiro was not afraid at all, but smiled evilly:
