Chapter 1476 It’s your turn now

Kurofuji Jiayi said without hesitation: "Bet? How do you want to bet?"

"You say I'm the sick man of East Asia, but in my eyes, you are the real sick man of East Asia!" Pi Yangyang said slowly, "If you don't believe me, look up at your sky. Does it belong to your country? Then look at those U.S. military bases. What are they doing here? Does your country have the right to command the army?"

Pi Yangyang spoke eloquently, and every word he said was like a needle piercing the hearts of Heiteng Jiayi and others.

Because what he said is true.

Some people may not believe it, but the sky above Edo is controlled by the U.S.

Aircraft from Country J must obtain permission from Country U before they can fly in Edo's airspace.

This really does seem like a joke.

Just like your own bed, if you want to sleep on it as the owner, you need someone’s permission.

Kurofuji Jiayi's face turned dark and his cheeks began to tremble.

These things are indeed a great shame for any Japanese with a little bit of blood in his veins.

But Pi Yangyang ignored his anger and continued, "So, people like you who have broken spines and always kneel down, what else can you be but the sick men of East Asia?"

"Bagya Road..."

Hei Teng Jiayi couldn't hold back any longer and shouted loudly.

The young men from the martial arts schools also shouted angrily and rubbed their hands together, looking like they were ready to rush forward.

"Clap clap clap..."

A few rounds of applause rang out.

Chu Ge clapped his hands in appreciation and said, "Well said! This kind of people who kneel when they meet the strong and bully the weak are truly the sick man of East Asia!"

Those martial arts school disciples were immediately furious and were about to rush towards Chu Ge.

"Wait a moment!"

Kurofuji Jiayi suddenly shouted and stopped them.

Then he stared at Pi Yangyang and asked coldly, "How do you bet?"

Pi Yangyang smiled calmly and said, "You said I was the sick man of East Asia, and I think you are the sick man of East Asia. Let's make a decision based on this."

Kurofuji Jiayi asked: "How to decide?"

"It's very simple. Didn't you say you are an expert in Iron Sand Palm? Let's each hit the other with a palm. Whoever is pushed back half a step by the other will lose!"

A sly light flashed in Pi Yangyang's eyes, and he spoke slowly.

Kurofuji Jiayi sneered, "Are you sure you want me to hit you?"

Pi Yangyang said calmly: "Just tell me, do you dare to bet?"

"Okay, so what's the bet?"

Hei Teng Jiayi grinned fiercely and asked arrogantly.

He has been practicing iron sand palm since he was a child, and for decades, his hands can break stones and split rocks.

Most people would surely die if they were hit by his full-strength palm.

Even a big buffalo could not withstand his blow.

Although Pi Yangyang was taller than him, he looked delicate and delicate, and didn't look like a martial arts master at all.

He was completely confident that he could send Pi Yangyang to see the God of Rizhao with just one palm.

So, he did not hesitate and was even eager to know what the stakes were.

"It's simple. Whoever loses will have the other party carve the words 'Sick Man of East Asia' on his face."

Pi Yangyang said lightly.

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

Carving words on the face was a form of punishment in ancient China, called tattooing.

In that era, the government would carve words and ink on the faces of criminals who committed heinous crimes as a mark of punishment.

This kind of punishment is not very harmful but very insulting, so it is also called the punishment of shame.

The bet proposed by Pi Yangyang is indeed frightening.

If he lost and had those words carved on his face, it would not only be a humiliation for his whole life, but would also bring humiliation to their nation and country.

"Well, you said it yourself! I was just about to carve those four words on your face and have you return to China and tell all Chinese people that you are the sick men of East Asia!"

Before Kurofuji Kazuchi could answer, Hirota Daisuke shouted excitedly.

He felt that there was no way Pi Yangyang could withstand Hei Teng Jiayi's palm strike.

At that time, he must personally carve the words "Sick Man of East Asia" on Pi Yangyang's face.

Pi Yangyang smiled contemptuously and said, "Just tell me whether you dare or not?"

Hei Tengjia turned his eyes and said, "No, I want to double the bet. Do you dare?"

Pi Yangyang was stunned and asked, "Double the bet? What does that mean?"

"If you lose, I will carve those four words on both your face and his!"

Hei Teng Jiayi pointed at Chu Ge and said.

Chu Ge's clapping just now made him feel extremely angry.

So, he wanted to take this opportunity to carve something on Chu Ge's face.

Pi Yangyang smiled, looked at Chu Ge, and asked, "Chu Ge, do you want to bet?"

Chu Ge subconsciously touched his face and said firmly: "Bet!"

Pi Yangyang turned to look at Hei Teng Jiayi and said, "Well, double the bet. If you lose, both you and your disciple will have to carve it. Is that fair?"

Hirota Dayong said proudly: "You want to carve words on my face? You're dreaming! Just wait until you are defeated by my master."

Pi Yangyang said calmly: "Just tell me whether you dare to gamble or not."

"Bet, why not? Don't even mention doubling it. I'll bet you no matter how many people you bring! I don't believe you can take a blow from my master!"

Hirota Daisuke was very confident, he was well aware of Kurofuji Kaichi's strength.

Although he was knocked away by Pi Yangyang's punch just now, he felt that the force was far less than that of Hei Teng Jiayi's palm.

So he was very excited and was even thinking about how to carve those four words.

"Go get some ink. It will be useful for engraving later."

He thought about it, then turned to the confused manager standing beside him and said.

The manager shuddered and immediately understood Hirota Dayong's idea, and hurried to find ink.

Pi Yangyang didn't say much, still with a faint smile on his face, he took two steps forward, stood there casually, and said calmly: "Come on."

Kurofuji Jiayi said coldly: "You are young, I will let you go first."

Pi Yangyang said: "No, if you let me go first, you won't have a chance to make a move."

Hei Teng Jiayi sneered: "The Chinese still like to brag!"

Guangtian Dayong shouted excitedly: "Master, he was the one who asked you to make the first move. There's no need to be polite to him. He deserves to be beaten to death..."

Hei Teng Jiayi said no more, slowly took two steps forward, waved his hands several times, and his right palm suddenly grew larger.

Iron Sand Palm is indeed the king of external martial arts.

If one practices to the extreme, it is not uncommon to be able to smash a person's internal organs into pieces with one palm.

Unfortunately, no matter how powerful one’s external martial arts are, they are completely useless when encountering a master of internal martial arts.

Pi Yangyang is not only a master of internal martial arts, but also a master of both Taoism and martial arts.

However, there was certainly no need for Pi Yangyang to use Taoist magic to deal with Hei Teng Jiayi's Iron Sand Palm.

He didn't even need to activate the protective qi.

Hirota Dayong waved his arms excitedly, waiting for Pi Yangyang to be beaten to death by Hei Teng Jiayi.

With a loud shout, Hei Teng Jiayi quickly rushed towards Pi Yangyang.

He slapped Pi Yangyang's chest hard with his right hand!

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the people around even felt the power of this palm.

"it is good!"

Just as the palm hit, Hirota Daisuke cheered loudly.

However, as soon as he uttered the word "good", he became tongue-tied.

As expected, the scene of Pi Yangyang being slapped away did not occur.

Pi Yangyang still stood there, motionless.

If you say it moved, it was just that the clothes were fluttered a little by the slap.

Hei Teng Jiayi kept his palm on Pi Yangyang's chest and did not withdraw it for a long time.

An expression of disbelief gradually emerged on his face.

It took him more than ten seconds to withdraw his hand in disbelief and look at Pi Yangyang in astonishment.

Pi Yangyang stretched out his hand and gently brushed the place where he was hit just now, and said with a smile: "Is this breaking a stone? It's nothing more than that."

Kurofuji Jiayi's face turned very ugly.

A trace of fear suddenly surged through the depths of his heart.

He suddenly felt that he had completely underestimated the young man in front of him.

The palm I just struck was like hitting a stone wall.

Not only did the other party not move at all, he even felt his arm hurt from the shock.

Just this one palm strike is enough to prove that Pi Yangyang is a true martial arts master!

"Iron Shirt?"

After a moment, he uttered three words in surprise.

Pi Yangyang shook his head gently. "Chinese martial arts are extensive and profound. The skills that can block your iron sand palm are not limited to iron shirt and golden bell cover. But unfortunately, you can't understand it."

Then, he gently rubbed his wrist and said, "Now it's your turn to take my blow!"