Vice President's Office.
A young mentor ran in.
"Oh no! Oh no! Dean! The genius you asked me to monitor and protect has started a fight with Tielang."
Hearing this, Ye Sheng felt a headache.
First he slapped Shen Fei in the face, then he knocked Shen Fei on his butt, then he fucked Shen Xiu at noon, and now he is fighting with Tie Lang again. This guy is not only a genius, but also a troublemaker.
"You go over there and keep an eye on him first. Don't let Tielang damage Changping. I'll be there shortly."
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Martial arts training ground.
The red and blue sides got ready to fight.
Chang Ping was wearing a red vest and Instructor Tielang was wearing a blue vest. They looked at each other and were at loggerheads. They were like two fierce tigers, neither of them giving in.
"I don't even need them to hit you." Tie Lang looked at Chang Ping with contempt and put his hands behind his back.
"Teacher Tielang is awesome!"
"Hit Master Tielang hard and fight for our noble children."
"Don't show mercy, beat him till his teeth are torn to pieces, and I'll pay for his medical expenses!"
The noble students in the beginner warrior class barked wildly.
"Let you go crazy!" Chang Ping shouted loudly, clenched his iron fist, rushed forward, and like a tiger out of the cage, he threw a powerful right punch at Tie Lang's square face.
Tielang quickly leaned back, easily dodged the attack, and kicked out at the same time.
Feeling a sharp pain in his abdomen, Chang Ping and others took two or three steps back, a solemn look on their faces.
He patted the dirt on his stomach and was secretly shocked: This person's strength is actually higher than mine. He is really capable to be a mentor at Shenglan College. However, fighting is not just a competition of strength, skills are also very important.
It seems...he doesn't have an advantage in skills.
Chang Ping called out to the exchange shop and exchanged for a set of silver-level boxing techniques - Taizu Changquan.
The moment his strength was deducted by 2,000 points, Chang Ping completely mastered the Taizu Changquan. Now, he was on par with the old boxer who had been immersed in this set of boxing for decades.
The level of a boxing technique is not defined by its power, but by its minimum training requirements. Taizu Changquan is a silver-level boxing technique, which means that only those with a strength of one silver star, or one thousand kilograms, can practice it.
Chang Ping is now a peak silver warrior and is fully qualified to practice.
Taizu Changquan has a total of 32 forms. It is plain, simple and pure. Although the moves are crude, they contain the ultimate principles of boxing, so it is called the "Mother of All Boxing".
After closing the exchange shop, Changping started to prepare again.
"Why do I feel that Brother Chang is a little different from just now? Is it an illusion?" Lu Piao scratched his head.
On the stage, Tie Lang snorted contemptuously and said, "Bluffer!"
Chang Ping stood there motionless, so he had to take the initiative. If he delayed any further, the get out of class would be over.
Tielang first feinted with a left kick, then prepared a right whip kick to sweep directly to Changping's lower body.
Unexpectedly, Chang Ping had already seen through his moves.
"Lie down!"
Chang Ping suddenly slid forward, hugged Tie Lang's thigh sideways, and then attacked his supporting leg with a low sweep.
Tielang lost his balance and fell heavily on the ring with a bang. He felt a sweetness in his throat and groaned.
If he had been less arrogant and used both hands, he could have grabbed Chang Ping's clothes before falling and would not have fallen so hard.
Chang Ping knocked Tie Lang down, and the group of students in the audience were stunned.
"Is this true? I'm not dreaming. Someone, please pinch me."
"Teacher Tielang was actually defeated. He is a golden warrior!"
"Teacher Tielang, why are you pretending to be so arrogant? Now you are in trouble, right?"
On the ring, Tie Lang twisted his neck and stood up again with a somersault. He showed his neat white teeth and said with a smile: "Good boy, I underestimated you. Come on!"
"Bang!"
After falling down again, Tielang was stunned.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! I am a golden warrior, how can I not be able to beat a young boy! Come again!"
"Bang!"
Tielang suffered a terrible defeat this time.
"Come again!" He slammed the ring and stood up again.
It must have been an illusion! Yes, that's right, it must have been an illusion!
"ah--"
Tielang was held by Chang Ping's calves, spun like a windmill, and thrown out of the ring.
The students scattered and Tielang fell to the ground with a bang.
Lu Piao picked up a long grass stalk, half-knelt on the ground, and poked Tie Lang's square face.
"Stop it!"
Everyone felt relieved when they heard that Tielang could still speak and was not killed.
The martial arts training ground suddenly fell into deathly silence.
"Hey, say something."
"What the hell do you want me to say? I'm so shocked that I can't say anything!"
"I can't think of any other word other than 'awesome'."
"Could this guy be the reincarnation of some legendary demon spirit master?"
Shen Yue's face looked as ugly as if his father had died. He thought he would see Chang Ping being pinned to the ground, but he did not expect the result to be the exact opposite.
"Damn it, what on earth did this guy eat to grow up? He's such a big beast that he even killed my mentor. If he finds out that I poisoned him, I'll end up in a miserable state." Shen Yue couldn't help but worry about his next move.
"How barbaric!" Ye Ziyun snorted. Just now she was worried that Chang Ping would be beaten, but now it seems that there is no need for that.
Xiao Ning'er stared at Chang Ping without blinking, her big watery eyes full of admiration: If she could be as strong as him, she could control her own destiny and wouldn't have to marry that playboy Shen Fei.
"You're so awesome, Brother Chang. I want to give birth to a baby for you!" Lu Piao held the loudspeaker in his hand and screamed at the top of his lungs, not caring at all about other people looking at him like an idiot.
Chang Ping was full of black lines: Lu Piao, you are so coquettish~
Outside the martial arts training ground, Vice President Ye Sheng arrived late.
"What's the situation? Is Chang Ping injured?" Ye Sheng asked anxiously: Chang Ping is a rare genius in cultivation that only appears once in a century, he must not be in any harm!
The young instructor smiled bitterly and said, "He's fine, but Tielang is in a terrible state. Look, he's been lying there for quite a while without moving."
What did you say?
Ye Sheng was stunned. Chang Ping actually defeated Tie Lang, a golden warrior. It was too incredible.
However, he actually dared to hit the tutor in public. This is a serious violation of discipline and must be punished!
Ye Sheng coughed dryly, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked into the martial arts training ground.
Noticing Ye Sheng coming, Tie Lang, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly got up.
"Dean!!!" He hugged Ye Sheng's legs, sat sideways on the ground, and cried aggrievedly, like a child weighing more than 200 pounds.
Ye Sheng stroked his beard awkwardly, stared at Chang Ping on the stage with a serious look, and shouted, "Why don't you come down!"
Chang Ping said "Oh" and jumped in front of Ye Sheng.
"Apologize!" Ye Sheng pointed at Tie Lang and ordered firmly.
Chang Ping shrugged: "I'm sorry, Mr. Tielang, I didn't expect you to be such a loser. You fell down before I even started to exert any strength."
Everyone: ???
Is this an apology?
Tielang was angry and stood up.
"Dean, I want to compete with Changping student again, this time with weapons."
"Okay!" Chang Ping showed his little white teeth and slowly took out a Desert Eagle from his pocket.