"Wow, look at Wan Yunting, he's cutting so fast too..."
Suddenly, several students watching from the sidelines shifted their gaze from Ding Zipeng and Xu Yuanhang to Wan Yunting. He held a knife in his right hand, pressing down on the white peony root with his left, the slicing knife making a rhythmic *ka-cha ka-cha* sound.
Slices as thin as cicada wings, like snowflakes, drifted down under the blade. Gu Luotang and Qi Miaomiao were crouching on the ground, collecting the sliced white peony pieces for him…
"This kid's knife skills are fast too!"
Seeing the speed of Wan Yunting's slicing, Ding Huixiang, the First Knife King on the main stage, revealed a surprised expression. Jiang Yichun beside him couldn't help but laugh smugly, "Old Ding, don't think your grandson is so great just because he inherited your medicine slicing skills. Little Wan hasn't practiced this white peony slicing much; this is only his second time!"
"His second time?"
Hearing this, Ding Huixiang turned to Jiang Yichun with disbelief. Gu Yuanbai also nodded and chuckled, "It should be his second time. Last time, on his first try, he already cut out two hundred and ninety-nine slices of white peony."
"That impressive..."
Upon hearing that Wan Yunting had cut out two hundred and ninety-nine slices on his first attempt, Song Chengqi and Wei Datong and the others were astonished.
After all, an ordinary pharmacist could only cut a maximum of two hundred and ninety-five slices from a single white peony root.
"I don't believe it."
Ding Huixiang shook his head, disbelieving, "I didn't even cut out two hundred and ninety-nine slices on my first try. This kid must have practiced in private."
"Sigh..."
Seeing the Knife King's disbelief, Jiang Yichun and Gu Yuanbai just smiled and shook their heads, saying, "Anyway, this round isn't that important. Let's consider it an opportunity for your grandson Ding Zipeng to shine." This remark made Zhang Fenglin and Shen Tonghe chuckle, as it was understood that in a medical duel, the first and second rounds were not as crucial as the third round, which was the impromptu clinical diagnosis.
"Finished slicing!"
Unsurprisingly, Ding Zipeng was the first to finish slicing the inch-long white peony root. Xu Yuanhang followed closely. Wan Yunting also finished slicing his inch-long white peony root shortly after. Gu Luotang and Qi Miaomiao were still crouching on the ground, counting the slices…
"Ding Zipeng, three hundred and two slices from one inch of white peony!"
The teacher responsible for collecting Ding Zipeng's white peony slices shouted loudly after counting.
"Wow, as expected of the successor to the First Knife King, cutting three hundred and two slices from one root. Impressive…"
Upon hearing the result, Gu Yuanbai, Jiang Yichun, Song Chengqi and the others, along with the surrounding teachers and students, all applauded…
Xu Yuanhang beside them raised an eyebrow upon hearing Ding Zipeng cut out three hundred and two slices, but he still sighed helplessly, having to admire him as the successor to the Knife King.
"Xu Yuanhang, three hundred slices!" After counting Xu Yuanhang's slices, the teacher shouted loudly.
"Wow, Yuanhang, that's good! You've broken through three hundred slices…"
Gu Yuanbai, Jiang Yichun, Deng Hongsheng and the others also applauded and praised him with smiles, "Not bad, not bad. Although you can't compare to the Knife King's grandson, Yuanhang, you are considered the number one knife king in our Huadu."
"Huang Jingshan, two hundred and ninety-eight slices!"
"Shen Yingrui, two hundred and ninety-eight slices!"
"Song Sinan, two hundred and ninety-eight slices!"
"Wei Renxin, two hundred and ninety-seven slices!"
"Lu Xin Jue, two hundred and ninety-six slices…"
As the voices of the supervising teachers echoed, Huang Jingshan, Shen Yingrui, and Song Sinan performed the most outstandingly. After all, they were not pharmacists who had specifically practiced the art of slicing white peony. Cutting two hundred and ninety-eight slices was considered excellent, surpassing ordinary medicine slicing masters.
"Huh? Luotang, Miaomiao, haven't you finished counting yet?"
Seeing that everyone's results were out but Gu Luotang's result for Wan Yunting was still not announced, everyone's attention turned to the two crouching on the ground. Gu Luotang and Qi Miaomiao huddled together, counting the white peony slices on the small tray over and over. Wan Yunting, standing beside them, couldn't help but chuckle, "Stop counting, it's three hundred and three slices."
"Heavens, it really is three hundred and three slices…"
Gu Luotang and Qi Miaomiao turned their heads, looking at Wan Yunting with disbelief. They had counted twice and couldn't believe Wan Yunting could cut out three hundred and three slices of white peony.
"Brother Yunting, um~~ Wan Yunting, he cut out three hundred and three slices…"
The excited Gu Luotang immediately stood up and excitedly exclaimed to Gu Yuanbai, Jiang Yichun, Ding Huixiang and the others on the main stage. Realizing her inappropriate address, her pretty face blushed.
"How many slices?"
Ding Huixiang on the stage, along with Ding Zipeng and Huang Jingshan, all turned their heads, looking at Wan Yunting, Gu Luotang, and Qi Miaomiao with astonishment as Qi Miaomiao shouted, "Three hundred and three slices!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible…"
The first to disbelieve was naturally Ding Huixiang. Three hundred and three slices was an incredible feat; even he, who practiced frequently, couldn't cut out three hundred and three slices. How could this Wan Yunting achieve it? "Give me his white peony slices, I want to count them myself…"
Seeing the agitated Ding Huixiang personally descend to snatch the small tray from Qi Miaomiao's hand and personally count Wan Yunting's slices, as he picked up a thin slice of white peony and held it up, the afternoon sun streamed in through the window, instantly illuminating the white peony slice on Ding Huixiang's fingertip, sending a jolt through him…
Thin as cicada wings!
Ding Zipeng couldn't help but come over. The grandfather and grandson looked at each other, holding the paper-thin white peony slices. Judging by how thin Wan Yunting had sliced them, Ding Huixiang's heart already knew that he had indeed cut out three hundred and three slices from one inch of white peony root!
Because in his lifetime of slicing white peony, he had never cut slices as thin as these, leaving Ding Huixiang and his grandson looking at Wan Yunting with utter astonishment, speechless.
Wan Yunting, being stared at by the grandfather and grandson, just smiled awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Really three hundred and three slices?"
Xu Yuanhang, Huang Jingshan, Shen Yingrui and the others couldn't believe it. They took the small tray from Ding Zipeng and looked at the white peony slices. The feel of them in their hands told them that there was a clear difference between the slices they had cut and those cut by Wan Yunting.
"Amazing, truly amazing."
Lu Xinjue gave Wan Yunting a thumbs up, awestruck by Wan Yunting's skill.
Even Shen Yingrui, Huang Jingshan, and Song Sinan were left speechless.
Only Xu Yuanhang had a dark expression, looking extremely displeased, his eyes towards Wan Yunting filled with hidden resentment!
Originally, he thought losing to Ding Zipeng was not a big deal, but he was sure he could beat Wan Yunting.
However, reality had slapped him in the face. No one expected Wan Yunting to cut out three hundred and three slices, one more than Ding Zipeng.
And the gap between him and Wan Yunting was three slices!
At this moment, Xu Yuanhang's heart was filled with resentment and unwillingness towards Wan Yunting. He couldn't understand why heaven was so unfair. This guy, who was clearly slicing white peony for the second time, could cut out three hundred and three slices.
As for him, a pharmacist, he had practiced diligently for several years to catch up to the First Knife King, Ding Huixiang. He had finally managed to break through and cut three hundred slices the day before yesterday, only for this scoundrel to cut three more slices than him this time. How could this not make Xu Yuanhang resent Wan Yunting?
But who could he blame? Who made him the protagonist…