Campus Cultivation Master
Chapter 159 - 0159: Beat You Until You Surrender [Part 2]

Chapter 159: Chapter 0159: Beat You Until You Surrender [Part 2]

Chu Feng looked at Hirata Shigeru, saying, "If he doesn’t admit defeat, I think I can be even more rampant."

Hirata Shigeru’s face grew colder as he said, "Boy, let me teach you a lesson, so you understand the price of arrogance."

Upon hearing Hirata Shigeru’s words, the entire Eastern broadcasting booth erupted.

Who was Hirata Shigeru? A legend in the Eastern martial arts world, he was so esteemed that even the Heavenly Emperor held him in high regard; he was a true expert.

The fact that Hirata Shigeru was taking action gave the reporters a glimmer of hope for a turnaround. After all, it was somewhat humiliating and hard to justify how Chishima Ichiro had just been kicked off the stage by Chu Feng.

With a stomp on the ground, Hirata Shigeru soared straight up onto the stage, more than two meters high, eliciting a wave of gasps from the crowd below. The Eastern television station’s broadcasting booth, in particular, was shouting loudly, babbling something incomprehensible, but it was likely some kind of praise for Hirata Shigeru.

Seeing the technique Hirata Shigeru had just revealed, Chu Feng also nodded inwardly. Indeed, Hirata Shigeru’s cultivation was several notches above Chishima Ichiro’s; he must have reached the Yellow Level Mid-Stage.

Though the Early Stage and Mid-Stage of the Yellow Level are only one word apart, the difference in strength is like that between heaven and earth.

For an ordinary person to reach the status of a Yellow Level Expert is already virtually impossible. And for a Yellow Level Early Stage expert to smoothly progress to the Mid-Stage requires not just effort, but also talent and luck.

Otherwise, Hirata Shigeru would not have broken through to the Yellow Level Mid-Stage at the age of sixty.

Hirata Shigeru had absolute confidence in his own strength. Of course, he wouldn’t believe that Chu Feng, a young man barely twenty years old, could be a Yellow Level Mid-Stage expert like himself.

In his view, the fact that Chu Feng could defeat his Yellow Level Early Stage disciple was already inconceivable.

Standing firmly on the stage, Hirata Shigeru looked down at Chu Feng and said, "Previously, I extended an invitation to your Huaxia’s Martial Arts Association for an exchange and sparring. But they were too scared to accept my invitation. However, having you here as a representative today has not made my trip to Huaxia a waste."

Hearing this, Chu Feng sneered coldly, "They didn’t accept your invitation because the seniors felt it would be awkward for someone of your age to lose face. And you’re not getting any younger, what if you get hurt and then falsely accuse someone?"

When mentioning false accusations, Chu Feng suddenly thought of something and said, "You didn’t come here planning to falsely accuse me and then have me support you in your old age, right? If that’s the case, I won’t fight. It’s not a good deal to start a challenge and end up with a burden. I’m not fighting."

Hirata Shigeru’s face turned ashen upon hearing Chu Feng’s words.

Chu Feng was simply too overbearing, especially with those remarks, which Hirata Shigeru could no longer tolerate.

"Boy, you’ve successfully ignited my anger. I’ll make you regret opposing me," said Hirata Shigeru as he stepped forward, his body shooting toward Chu Feng like an arrow.

Seeing Hirata Shigeru, so advanced in age, still possessing such speed and explosive power, the university students below were left astounded.

Especially seeing each step Hirata Shigeru took causing an indentation on the stage, it was truly frightening.

Watching Hirata Shigeru approach with such ferocity, Chu Feng’s response was the same technique—a spinning kick.

"Courting death!"

Seeing Chu Feng so blatantly disregard him and use the same move that he did against Chishima Ichiro, Hirata Shigeru was truly enraged.

Hirata Shigeru reached out with one hand to grab Chu Feng’s leg and the other hand aimed straight for Chu Feng’s face.

But legs will always be longer than hands.

Thud!

Chu Feng’s foot swept directly onto Hirata Shigeru’s hand.

Just as Hirata Shigeru was about to exert his strength, he felt a force, completely beyond his imagination, transmitting from Chu Feng’s leg.

Hirata Shigeru was already a Yellow Level Mid-Stage expert, and the strength in his arms was as immense as three thousand jin.

Yet, the power transmitted from Chu Feng’s leg still filled Hirata Shigeru with fear and despair.

Phew!

Hirata Shigeru endured merely a second longer than Chishima Ichiro before he too was directly sent flying off the arena.

Without deviation, Hirata Shigeru landed right beside Chishima Ichiro.

Silence!

The scene once again fell into a deathly stillness!

The disciple was quick, and the master wasn’t much slower.

After a moment of silence, those photographers were frustrated once more.

Because they had intended to capture some exciting moments. But who could have known things would end so quickly; they had their cameras ready, but there wasn’t even time to snap a picture.

Despair rose from the Eastern side.

Hirata Shigeru was an undefeated legend in the Eastern lands. But in Huaxia, he was kicked down by a young upstart just like that.

Inside the Eastern country, there was also widespread mourning.

Hirata Shigeru was considered a mythological figure within the Eastern nation, but now, he had been kicked down by a Huaxia youngster like that.

"Alright! You and your disciple can admit defeat together now," Chu Feng jumped down from the platform and came before the two men.

"Yellow Level... Late Stage!" Hirata Shigeru said with some difficulty.

Chu Feng, looking at Hirata Shigeru, said, "What Cultivation I am is none of your concern. It’s time for you to admit defeat."

Chishima Ichiro said, "Kill me then, I will not admit defeat."

Chu Feng nodded and replied, "Good! Very good! I like people with spirit. But I won’t kill you, not with so many onlookers. However, I can cripple your Martial Arts."

"No..."

Chishima Ichiro, hearing Chu Feng’s words, cried out in terror, but it was already too late. Chu Feng kicked his Qi Sea, directly dispersing Chishima Ichiro’s Inner Strength.

"Ah! No!"

Feeling his Qi Sea ruptured, Chishima Ichiro screamed in pain, then spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Your turn. You can choose to admit defeat, or I can cripple your Martial Arts," Chu Feng said quietly.

Hirata Shigeru said, "I am an Eastern person, I am a Martial Arts instructor for the Eastern Royal Family, you can’t do this to me!"

Chu Feng replied, "There is nothing I can’t do, and just because you say you are, doesn’t mean you are. Do you have an invoice or a Reputation Card?"

"You..."

Hirata Shigeru, left speechless by Chu Feng’s words, couldn’t utter a single sentence for a long time.

Chu Feng said, "Last chance, are you admitting defeat, or shall I cripple your Martial Arts?"

Hirata Shigeru stared at Chu Feng’s expression, which changed several times, and eventually, he lowered his proud head and said, "I admit defeat! I have lost!"

Hearing Hirata Shigeru admitting defeat, Chu Feng also showed a smile. Meanwhile, despair had set in for those on the Eastern side.

Their undefeated legend in their hearts had actually surrendered.