As the saying goes: A fist fears a young man, and a stick fears an old man.
Tielang felt that although he could not beat Chang Ping in hand-to-hand combat, he would not lose if they were to compete with weapons.
"I will earn back the face I just lost!" he swore secretly in his heart.
What Tielang didn't know was that this stupid decision would put his life in danger.
"Since both of you agree, let's have another competition." Ye Sheng also wanted to know what other powerful features Chang Ping's weapon had besides its loud noise.
If it was just a mediocre weapon, then Ye Sheng would hold Chang Ping Shizi accountable for asking for such a high price in the morning. He actually asked for 50 million demon spirit coins from him, which was really too much.
"Please come in, Instructor Iron Hammer!" Chang Ping spread his hands towards the stairs, motioning for the instructor to go up first.
"Student Changping, please respect your instructor and don't give him random nicknames!" Tielang snorted coldly, turned around and walked to the weapons rack, pulled out a wooden stick that reached his eyebrows, and climbed onto the stage from the other side of the steps.
He pointed his stick at Chang Ping who was slowly coming up to the stage and shouted, "Boy, I was careless just now. I will never show mercy again this time. Don't be too arrogant, young man. Today I will teach you what it means to respect your teacher!"
Look at the weapon he holds, it's only two palms long.
As the saying goes: An inch longer is an inch stronger, an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous.
Moreover, his stick fighting skills were learned from the grandmaster Hu Yanyue, who was invincible in the academy. It was precisely because of this stick fighting skill that he got the opportunity to teach at Shenglan Academy. No matter how you look at it, he is sure to win this round.
"You two should be careful. The competition must be stopped at a certain point. Do not harm each other's lives." Ye Sheng saw that Tie Lang was serious. If he was serious, Chang Ping might be in danger of his life.
The previous martial arts instructor of the beginner class had his legs brutally broken by Tie Lang, leaving him disabled for life and no longer able to teach at Shenglan College.
"Don't worry, Uncle Ye, I promise I won't kill Teacher Tielang, he has no grudge against me." Chang Ping patted his strong chest and vowed. After that, he glanced at Shen Yue and muttered, "Unlike some of the scum from the top families."
Not only did the Sacred Family withhold his hard-earned money, but they also persecuted him on trumped-up charges. If he didn't destroy the Sacred Family, he would be letting down his lost heart.
He had checked many times, and both his pulse and heartbeat were gone. Now it was probably the system that was maintaining his life. He would not rest in peace until the Holy Family was destroyed!
Shen Yue happened to hear Chang Ping's words, and his face turned pale instantly. He was terrified and said in his heart: "This... this guy wants to kill me? Why? I don't remember provoking him? Could he be the enemy of my eldest brother or aunt?"
Shen Yue gritted his teeth and clenched his fists and said: Since Chang Ping wants to kill him, then he will no longer have any scruples. I will have someone poison his food tonight!
"Arrogant!" Chang Ping's words completely infuriated Tie Lang. He had originally planned to break only one of Chang Ping's legs, but now he wanted to break both of Chang Ping's hands and feet.
"Arrogance requires strength, and I just happen to have it." Chang Ping raised his head proudly and slowly turned on the safety of the Desert Eagle. "Stop talking nonsense, Mr. Tielang, come on! Let's see, which is faster, your stick or my gun?!"
The gun is fast from seven steps away, and is both accurate and fast within seven steps.
"Gun? Haha, you said you were holding a gun?" Tielang seemed to have heard a huge joke, "Whose gun is so short? Are you trying to make me laugh to death?"
"Bang!"
A loud gunshot suddenly rang out, catching everyone present off guard.
The students were all so scared that they sat down on the ground, and Shen Yue even wet his crotch with fear.
Although the three mentors did not fall down, they were still trembling with fear, and Vice President Ye Sheng's beard stood up.
"What's going on? It's not cloudy, so where does the thunder come from? A bolt from the blue?"
"Look, Chang Ping's gun is smoking. I just saw a bright flash of fire from his weapon. The sound just now should have come from this thing."
"Look! Only half of Teacher Tielang's stick is left!"
Everyone turned their eyes to Tielang, and Tielang turned his eyes to his left hand. Sure enough, the eyebrow-level stick turned into a tiger-mouth-level stick.
"This shot is just a warning. The next shot will be serious." Chang Ping pointed the gun at Tielang's big black forehead.
If you dare to laugh at your Grandpa Chang, you will be tortured!
"Wait a minute! I give up!" Tielang hurriedly threw away the stick and knelt on the ground, no longer having the arrogant attitude he just had.
He didn't even see Chang Ping's attack clearly before his stick was broken. If Chang Ping had attacked his body directly, he would have been powerless to defend himself. No matter how strong a warrior's body is, it cannot defend against a weapon's attack. If he continued to be beaten, he would either die or be crippled.
"No! I'm still waiting for you, Teacher Tielang, to teach me how to respect teachers." Chang Ping blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun and said sarcastically.
He who knows the times is a hero. Tielang is quite interesting.
Tielang knelt on the ground, smiling, and said, "Changping student is a great talent, a rare genius in a century. I am incompetent and cannot teach you. I am sorry for offending you just now. I hope you will be magnanimous and forgive my offense."
"Is my gun faster? Or is your stick faster?" Chang Ping wanted to continue teasing Tielang.
"Your gun is faster! Your stick is faster! I have to admit defeat and feel inferior to you."
Tielang's answer made Changping laugh.
"Okay, I forgive you." Chang Ping waved his hand, let Tielang go, turned off the safety, and put the Desert Eagle back into the space ring.
Seeing Instructor Tielang walking off the stage dejectedly like a lost dog, the students stared at each other and started talking quietly.
"Is it a foul for Chang Ping to use a long-range weapon?"
"It shouldn't count, right? They only said to compete with weapons, but didn't specify what kind of weapons to compete with."
"Chang Ping is so awesome. He won two battles and beat Tiezi like a dog. There is no one as awesome as him in the entire Saint Orchid Academy. No, there is no one as awesome as him in the entire City of Glory."
Lu Piao stared at Chang Ping's space ring without blinking. He wanted to borrow Chang Ping's weapon to play with, but was afraid that Chang Ping would refuse.
On second thought, he had already treated him to a meal worth 3,000 demon spirit coins, and he was just borrowing it for fun and didn't want it, so it should be okay.
"Brother Chang, can you lend me your gun?" Lu Piao asked courageously.
"No!" Chang Ping refused mercilessly, "I only show my gun to girls."
Lu Piao was stunned.
How stingy! He even treated him to a meal!
"Just a joke!" Chang Ping took out the Desert Eagle, unloaded the magazine, and threw it to Lu Piao.
"Thank you, Brother Chang!" Lu Piao smiled so much that his mouth almost reached the back of his head.
The students looked at the gun in Lu Piao's hand with envy and all came over to touch it.
The martial arts training ground suddenly became chaotic.
Unexpectedly, before Lu Piao had enough fun, the gun suddenly flew into the air and fell into Ye Sheng's hands.
"Teacher Tielang, continue your lesson!" Ye Sheng gave orders expressionlessly. He turned to look at Chang Ping, rolled his eyes at him, and then scolded him, "Chang Ping, stop being so cocky. Come down! Come to my office with me. I have something to tell you!"