Campus Cultivation Master-Chapter 661 - 663: Being Cheap with One’s Life

Chu Feng’s speed was incredibly fast, and within a few ups and downs, he had already appeared fifty meters away.

As Chu Feng arrived at the ground entrance of the lab, he saw the Old Black Man with one arm bleeding profusely. However, the Old Black Man was still staring intently at an Eastern Samurai opposite him.

The Eastern Samurai opposite him was only about twenty years old. But his Cultivation was not low, having already reached the Xuan Level Early Stage. At such an age, to have such Cultivation, he was definitely considered a genius.

Although the Old Black Man had reached the Yellow Level Late Stage with Chu Feng’s guidance, he was still far short of the Xuan Level. That he could hold on here was entirely due to the exquisite technique of his Nameless Blade Technique.

Chu Feng came to the Old Black Man’s side, sealed the Acupoints in his arm, and then took out some Healing Medicine Powder and patted it on the wound. Looking at the wound that had stopped bleeding, Chu Feng’s tightly furrowed brow relaxed somewhat.

"You go back and rest, I’ll take care of this," Chu Feng said, patting the Old Black Man’s shoulder.

The Old Black Man nodded, then left expressionlessly. He knew what Chu Feng was capable of. With Chu Feng here, there was no need for him. Moreover, he believed that the Eastern Samurai opposite could not hurt Chu Feng.

After the Old Black Man had gone, the Eastern Samurai opposite, holding his katana, stared at Chu Feng with a serious look, clearly recognizing Chu Feng’s strength.

Chu Feng, looking at the Eastern Samurai who was prepared for battle, said, "Don’t you know that you are no match for me? What do you think is the point of this moth-to-flame action?"

The Eastern Samurai ignored Chu Feng’s remark and said in his broken Huaxia, "My name is Sword Tomb Ichinan."

When Chu Feng heard the Eastern Samurai’s irrelevant response, he said, "You’re telling me your name as if you hope I would erect a monument for you after you die? However, your name is quite interesting. Coming here to seek death, you really are a ’cheap’ person."

Sword Tomb Ichinan did not speak but directly rushed at Chu Feng with his katana.

Sword Tomb Ichinan indeed had great potential. Although his Cultivation was only Xuan Level, his Saber Skill far exceeded his Cultivation.

One slash created nine phantoms, making it very difficult to discern which was real and which was fake.

But to Chu Feng, these were not an issue. Because Chu Feng had Divine Sense, any phantoms were not a problem in his view.

After all, the speed of Divine Sense was much faster than eyes, and also more useful than eyes.

Chu Feng easily captured the location of the true katana, stepped forward without any intent to dodge.

"Bang!"

Chu Feng threw out a punch, and the Powerful Spiritual Energy directly shattered the layers of phantoms.

"Crack!"

The Powerful Spiritual Energy snapped the steel-forged katana clean in half.

Such a strike shocked Sword Tomb Ichinan. Although he had expected defeat, he never thought his defeat would be so simple yet so complete.

The two were not on the same level, not of the same weight class. So the utterness of the defeat was not unexpected.

Chu Feng extended two fingers, caught the broken katana, then with a bend and flick, the katana flew towards Sword Tomb Ichinan.

Seeing the katana flying towards him, Sword Tomb Ichinan closed his eyes, apparently resigning himself to death.

Witnessing this scene, Chu Feng suddenly realized a certain possibility.

Whoosh!

Chu Feng’s figure disappeared from its original place, and in the next moment, Chu Feng’s hand caught the broken katana.

By then, the katana was less than a centimeter away from Sword Tomb Ichinan’s heart.

Even that piercing Powerful Energy had already left a blossoming blood flower on the heart of the man from Sword Tomb.

Whoosh!

Chu Feng once again returned to his original position, and with a flick of his finger, the broken blade sank into the sturdy granite beside him.

"Why didn’t you kill me? If you killed me, the Martial God would come to kill you!" the man from Sword Tomb, upon realizing he wasn’t dead, began to howl at Chu Feng like a madman.

However, this time he used the Eastern language, and Chu Feng, who had learned Eastern language from Fang Ting, understood completely what he was howling.

"What a fucking lowlife!" Hearing the man from Sword Tomb’s words, Chu Feng was deeply ’shocked’.

Before, Chu Feng always thought that considering oneself low was already low enough. But compared to the man in front of him, Chu Feng’s lowliness was truly low-end, and also, really quite aesthetic.

Look at this guy, he’s literally debasing himself with his life!

This is the ultimate realm of being low; Chu Feng truly admired it from afar, unable to compare.

But indeed, the man from Sword Tomb had managed to deeply anger Chu Feng, especially by using such a method to scheme against him.

Of course, maybe, probably, possibly, because he was even lower than Chu Feng.

Chu Feng strode over, grabbed the man from Sword Tomb by the collar, and slammed him heavily onto the ground. Moreover, he made sure the man’s face hit the ground first.

With this fall, the man from Sword Tomb’s face burst into a ’flower’ of blood, which mixed with tears and snot, streaming all over his face.

He was a Xuan Level Expert, but no one ever said Xuan Level Experts don’t feel pain.

And when Chu Feng had grabbed him just now, he had already sealed all the man’s Power. Thus, at this moment, the man from Sword Tomb was just like an ordinary person, or even worse than one.

For Chu Feng, an Earth Level Expert not wanting to kill someone yet wanting them to experience pain, he had a hundred ways to do so.

Of course, talking about a hundred ways was a bit of a boast, but Chu Feng did have several dozen methods, like now, for instance.

After causing a ’blooming face,’ Chu Feng immediately executed a shoulder throw.

He made the man’s spine intimately contact the hard granite.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

That was the sound of bones cracking, chilling to hear.

As for the man from Sword Tomb, he was in so much pain he screamed miserably.

"That’s for being low! That’s for being a lowlife! Today I’ll beat you until you dare not be low anymore!" The more Chu Feng beat the man, the angrier and stronger he became. He was absolutely merciless towards such a lowly person, a lowlife.

After a tireless beating, the man from Sword Tomb was already beyond recognition. The man from Sword Tomb had forgotten how many times he had begged for mercy, which Chu Feng had all ignored.

The man from Sword Tomb no longer wanted to be low; he regretted it, but Chu Feng, caught up in his fervor, completely disregarded his pleas for help.

It seemed Chu Feng was tired from the beating. In the end, he performed a shoulder throw on the man from Sword Tomb onto a protruding plasterboard, smashing it to pieces. Then, like a dead dog, Chu Feng threw the man from Sword Tomb onto the ground.

"Did you beg for mercy just now?" Chu Feng suddenly asked.

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