Campus Cultivation Master
Chapter 410 - 0411: Speak While Kneeling

Chapter 410: Chapter 0411: Speak While Kneeling

Air-Pointing Acupoint, this technique exists only in martial arts novels. Today, Chu Feng had personally witnessed it.

Actually, Air-Pointing Acupoint is not complicated to explain. Simply put, it is the use of a martial artist’s Inner Strength to directly target the opponent’s Acupoints.

Of course, to achieve this, your Cultivation must first reach the Profound Level. Secondly, your Inner Strength must be sufficiently strong. And the most important point is that the opponent’s Cultivation level must be far below yours.

Otherwise, if the opponent’s Cultivation is close to yours, or almost equal, then it would not be Air-Pointing Acupoint, but rather a personal embarrassment.

But the foreigners present knew nothing of Ancient Martial arts nor did they understand Inner Strength. Therefore, Chu Feng’s Air-Pointing Acupoint was completely effective against them.

"Let’s go," Chu Feng said after he struck the acupoints of these foreigners.

"Oh!" Dice nodded woodenly and followed behind Chu Feng, leaving behind the agents who stood like statues.

Dice only knew that Chu Feng was very powerful, but he did not realize Chu Feng was powerful to this extent. He actually knew techniques from martial arts novels.

"Will there be any trouble if we just leave like this?" After a long walk, Dice finally remembered that there were still a bunch of statue-like agents at the airport.

Chu Feng said, "In half an hour, the Powerful Energy lodged in their Acupoints will dissipate, and they’ll be able to move freely."

Chu Feng soon arrived at the address given by An Wenxing. It was an elegantly situated hillside villa. Although villas in the USA do not exhibit the extravagance of those in Huaxia, a property like this would still cost close to ten million USA Dollars. It was evident that Rongrong’s father had been quite successful in the USA.

Chu Feng rang the doorbell, as it was not particularly necessary to use force against Rongrong’s father. After all, that was Rongrong’s father. If he really resorted to force, it would make things even harder for Rongrong. So Chu Feng decided to have a proper talk with An Wenxing first.

Chu Feng waited outside for about five minutes before a servant came to open the door. This servant was a Huaxia person, and Chu Feng directly asked in Huaxia language whether An Rongrong was home.

"The young lady and the master have gone on a matchmaking visit and are not home," the servant answered.

"Matchmaking!" Upon hearing this, Chu Feng grew angry once again.

"Where did they go?" Chu Feng asked.

The servant seemed to notice Chu Feng was dressed simply, and Dice even more shabbily, so his response was rather impolite, "That is not something you need to know. Please leave, this is private property."

Before the servant could finish, Chu Feng grabbed his neck and demanded, "I’m asking you again, where did they go?"

Chu Feng had been restraining himself, but it seemed some people did not want him to, so he no longer felt the need to hold back. Chu Feng decided to take direct action.

"What are you doing, that’s illegal! The USA is a country governed by the rule of law, not Huaxia, where you can do whatever you want," the servant said, his voice shrill because Chu Feng was clutching his neck.

Chu Feng let out a cold laugh and said, "Living as a third-class citizen overseas makes you think you’re higher than the people in your homeland. I will ask you one last time where they went. If you don’t answer, I assure you that I can relegate you to the status of a third-class disabled person."

The killing intent emanating from Chu Feng was not fake, causing the servant to shiver.

"I truly don’t know, only Housekeeper Jack knows," the servant finally caved in to Chu Feng’s killing intent.

"Have the housekeeper come here," Chu Feng demanded.

The servant pressed his intercom and babbled into it at length.

After the servant finished speaking, Chu Feng said in fluent English, "I spoke to you in Huaxia language, not because I don’t understand English. I just thought it would feel more amiable as you are a person from Huaxia. But you’re so ungrateful, I really feel that you don’t even deserve to be a third-class disabled person."

Hearing that Chu Feng indeed understood English, the servant’s face instantly paled.

He truly believed Chu Feng couldn’t speak English, so earlier, aside from informing the housekeeper to come over, he also asked the housekeeper to bring people to deal with both Chu Feng and the dice-playing bumpkin.

"Don’t act recklessly, the housekeeper will be here soon, and the estate’s guards are authorized to carry guns," the servant said with a fierce exterior but inwardly timid.

"Bang!"

Chu Feng kicked the servant to the ground, saying, "Someone like you only fit to be a dog, it’s a waste to even stand."

Soon, Housekeeper Jack, dressed very gentlemanly, arrived with two black bodyguards.

The two black bodyguards, upon seeing Chu Feng and the dice player, immediately pulled out their guns and aimed at Chu Feng and the dice player.

"What’s going on here?" Housekeeper Jack spoke in a commanding tone, clearly not even considering Chu Feng and his company as worthy opponents.

"Housekeeper Jack..."

Before the servant could speak, Jack interjected, "You can just speak while kneeling on the ground, a worthless Huaxia person like you only deserves to kneel like a watchdog."

"Yes!" The servant, astoundingly, didn’t resist and obediently knelt on the ground.

This time, not only was Chu Feng furious, but even the dice player couldn’t hold back.

The dice player was also on the verge of stepping into the Profound Level, such gun-toting black men were nothing in his eyes.

With a swift motion, the dice player appeared right in front of the two black bodyguards.

Then, before the two black bodyguards could react, the dice player decisively acted, lifting both of them and fiercely smashing them onto the ground.

Though the black bodyguards were tall and muscular, in the eye of the dice player, they were no different from paper figures.

After taking care of the two black bodyguards, the dice player kicked Jack in the stomach, bending him over like a shrimp, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

"You dare hurt Housekeeper Jack, you two poor devils, do you not want to live?" the servant shouted loudly.

"Shut your dog mouth, or you’re going to die!" The dice player’s tone was icy cold, silencing the obedient servant.

"Tell me, where did your miss go?" Chu Feng asked with a cold voice.

"Answer me while kneeling, otherwise, your end will be just like this ground here."

After Chu Feng spoke, he stepped hard on the solid stone pavement beneath his feet.

"Thud!"

A muffled sound echoed as the entire stone pavement cracked, a clear footprint imprinting onto the stone.

Jack witnessed this scene, trembling on the ground as if he had seen a ghost, really like an old dog, not daring to rise.

The servant fared even worse, paralyzed with fright on the ground.