Jun Wangchen's words lingered in everyone's ears long after he finished speaking.
Arrogant!
That was everyone's first impression!
Yet beneath that arrogance, they heard confidence—the kind of confidence that remained calm and fearless even before Mount Tai.
Feng Mei nodded and smiled, arching her brows. Even if no one else there believed Jun Wangchen, she still did.
No one present knew better than she did just how terrifying his capabilities were.
Gu An sighed inwardly. He saw no conceit in Jun Wangchen's words; on the contrary, he thought they were entirely correct.
Having lost the contest of fundamentals, winning an acupuncture contest against Jun Wangchen, who possessed the Nine Spirits Twelve Needles, was simply impossible.
Only Gu Hongfei's face turned livid. His fists clenched tightly, and he felt that Jun Wangchen was humiliating him at every turn.
"So what if you possess the Nine Spirits Twelve Needles? I have a lost medical technique too." Taking a deep breath, Gu Hongfei suppressed his anger and beckoned to the crowd.
At once, a plump man stepped forward.
"Dr. Gu, I have cervical spondylosis. Can acupuncture cure it?"
"Yes!" Gu Hongfei kept his answer brief and took out the needle case he carried with him.
After taking out several silver needles and sterilizing them, he slapped the table with one hand. Two needles sprang into the air and landed between his fingers.
"Take off your shirt."
Looking at the long, slender needles in Gu Hongfei's hand, the plump man asked anxiously, "Dr. Gu, those needles are so long. Will they cause heavy bleeding or hurt badly when you stick them into me?"
"Only practitioners who lack skill with needles cause their patients to bleed heavily or suffer intense pain. With me, you can rest assured." Gu Hongfei shook his head reassuringly.
Hearing this,