Wu Tian held three silver needles in his hand, looking quietly at the volunteer, but showing no intention of making a move.
Seeing this, Yimulan frowned and said, "What are you still dawdling for? I think you don't know how to do it at all!"
"If you don't know, just admit it. Why pretend?"
Wu Tian smiled faintly and said, "Can you be quiet? It's me who's competing now, not you."
"Are you saying these things to interfere with me?"
Yimulan let out a scoff and said, "Interfere with you? Do you really think you're some kind of master?"
"Alright, alright, if you want to play, take your time. I want to see how long you can drag this out!"
Wu Tian smiled and said, "Drag? This is just a small matter. Who told you I would take time? Do you think I'm like you?"
"Just watch carefully, and don't you dare blink."
As his words fell, Wu Tian casually waved his hand. The three silver needles immediately turned into streaks of silver light and flew out, piercing straight into the volunteer's chest!
"Are you crazy?!" Seeing this, Yimulan couldn't help but shout out in alarm.
At the same time, the others present also showed expressions of shock.
What was Wu Tian doing?
After all, it was the chest area!
And Wu Tian was performing acupuncture so casually, what was the difference between this and murder?!
Ling Tengyun, fearing that Wu Tian's actions would affect him, immediately shouted at Wu Tian, "Wu Tian! If you want to harm someone, get lost, don't harm me!"
"Do you even know what you're doing!"
Wu Tian said indifferently, "Of course I know what I'm doing. Aren't I detoxifying him?"
"If you don't believe me, then open your eyes wide and see for yourself."
After speaking, Wu Tian flicked his fingers lightly.
The silver needles immediately detached from the volunteer's flesh and returned to Wu Tian's hand.
Wu Tian showed the needles to the referee and said, "Mr. Referee, I have removed the condensed bead poison. Please take a look."
The referee looked at the needles with surprise. After a careful examination, his body trembled slightly!
Then, he exclaimed in shock, "The condensed bead poison has been removed?! How is this possible?!"
His words were like a bombshell exploding in the crowd.
Everyone's faces instantly turned pale!
The nerves in everyone's minds suddenly ceased to function.
They couldn't believe that such a thing could happen in the world!
Removing condensed bead poison from the heart meridian was already considered an extremely top-tier technique in the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
For such a difficult detoxification, no one would find it strange even if it took a day and a night.
But what had Wu Tian done?
He had simply tossed the silver needles, and they had accurately pierced the perfect spot, then drawn out the poison?
Was such a thing even possible in reality?
It was simply a fantasy!
Yimulan, who had been about to mock Wu Tian, found his smile frozen on his face at this moment.
He found it hard to believe such a thing!
As a genius, he was already destined to be recorded in the history of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Even he couldn't guarantee that he could complete such a competition every time, yet Wu Tian had done it so easily?
Was this really not a dream?
On the Chinese team's side, everyone's jaws almost dropped to the floor.
Wu Tian was the one they looked down on the most, the one they considered a burden, a slow horse, cannon fodder.
Yet this very person had given them such a big shock twice in a row, which was simply too unbelievable.
If Wu Tian had such skill, why wasn't he famous in the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine?
The entire venue fell into silence, with only Wu Tian smiling faintly and asking, "Mr. Referee, how did I do?"
Hearing Wu Tian's question, the referee suddenly snapped back to reality.
He looked at Wu Tian with surprise, then involuntarily let out a wry smile and said,
"If even your level isn't considered a perfect pass, then I truly don't know what level would be considered so."
"Therefore... in this round of the competition, Wu Tian and Yimulan have once again tied!"
The crowd found the development of events to be quite magical.
They hadn't expected the first group match to be so close, it seemed the level of the Asian Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition was terrifyingly high!
Afterward, Wu Tian looked at Yimulan again and said with a smile, "I told you long ago not to speak too soon, didn't I?"
"See, we're tied again. I'm sorry to have disappointed you."
Yimulan's expression was initially gloomy, then gradually became extremely ferocious.
This was hardly a tie, it was merely a superficial tie!
In the two matches, the techniques Wu Tian had displayed were streets ahead of him!
Judging by the expressions of the crowd, their evaluation of Wu Tian had clearly surpassed his own.
Yimulan found it difficult to accept such a thing; he was the number one genius of India!
When he came out for this competition, even the king had personally blessed him.
Yet today, in just the group stage, he had been suppressed to such an extent by Wu Tian. If this news were to get back, his noble status would likely be in jeopardy!
A sense of urgency and anger accumulated deeper and deeper in Yimulan's heart.
But he didn't attribute it to his own incompetence; instead, he transferred all his anger to Wu Tian.
He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking audibly.
Due to the excessive force, his fingers turned a faint white.
His eyes seemed to be spitting fire as he said to Wu Tian, "I admit, I did underestimate you. Your skills are indeed not simple."
"But do you think this is enough? I tell you, that's impossible!"
"There's still one more match to go, and I will definitely win against you in this match!"
"If I can't win, I'll quit the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine for the rest of my life!"
Wu Tian smiled and said, "I know you're angry, but there's no need to say such things."
"Your skill is good, but your personality is too unpleasant."
"If you could accumulate some good karma, it wouldn't be difficult for you to become a renowned physician in the future."
Wu Tian was speaking sincerely, but to Yimulan, it sounded no different from mockery.
He said angrily, "Stop pretending to be virtuous with me. I said I would win the third match, and I will definitely win. Just you wait!"
Seeing Yimulan's stubbornness, Wu Tian lost the desire to waste more words.
After all, he wasn't Yimulan's father, and whatever Yimulan became had nothing to do with him.
Therefore, he nodded and said, "Alright then."
"In that case... it seems the third match can begin directly."