NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 22: Chapter 21
As the saying goes: A fist fears a young man, a stick fears an old man.
Tie Lang felt that although he could not beat Chang Ping in a bare-handed fight, he would not lose if he were to compete with weapons.
"I will earn back the face I just lost!" He swore secretly in his heart.
What Tie Lang did not know was that this stupid decision would put his life in danger.
"Since both of you agree, let's have another match." Ye Sheng also wanted to know what other powerful features Chang Ping's weapon had besides its loud sound.
If it was just a mediocre weapon, then Ye Sheng would investigate the matter of Chang Ping's lion asking for 50 million demon spirit coins in the morning, which was really too much.
"Please, Iron Hammer Instructor!" Chang Ping spread his hands towards the steps, motioning for the instructor to go up first. "
Student Chang Ping, please respect the instructor and don't give the instructor a nickname!" Tie Lang snorted coldly, turned around and walked to the weapon rack, pulled out a wooden stick that reached his eyebrows, and climbed onto the ring 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 in this round. Young man, don't be too arrogant. Today I will teach you what it means to respect teachers!"
Look at the weapon he held, it is only two palms long.
As the saying goes: an inch longer is an inch stronger, an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous.
What's more, his stick skills were learned from the grandmaster Hu Yanyue, who was invincible in the academy. It was with this stick skill that he got the opportunity to teach at Shenglan College. No matter from which aspect, he will win this round.
"You two should pay attention. The competition should be stopped at a certain point. Don't hurt each other's life." 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 of warriors had his leg cruelly broken by Tie Lang, leaving him disabled for life and could no longer 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."
The Sacred Family not only withheld his hard-earned money, but also persecuted him on trumped-up charges. If he didn't destroy the Sacred Family, he would be sorry for his lost heart.
He has checked many times, and both his pulse and heartbeat have disappeared. Now it is probably the system that is maintaining his life. If he doesn't destroy the Sacred Family, he will die with his eyes open!
Chang Ping's words happened to be heard by Shen Yue, and he was so scared that his face turned pale in an instant, and he said in fear: "This... this guy wants to kill me? Why? I don't remember provoking him? Is he 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. Let someone poison his food tonight!
"Arrogant!" Chang Ping's words completely angered Tie Lang. He was originally prepared to break only one of Chang Ping's legs, but now he wanted to break Chang Ping's hands and feet.
"Arrogance requires strength, and I just happen to have it." Chang Ping raised his head proudly and slowly opened the safety of the Desert Eagle. "Stop talking nonsense, Teacher Tie Lang, come on! Let everyone see, is your stick faster or my gun faster?!"
The gun is faster at seven steps away, and it is accurate and fast within seven steps.
"Gun? Haha, you said you are holding a gun?" Tie Lang seemed to have heard a big joke, "Whose gun is so short? Are you trying to make me laugh to death?"
"Bang!"
A huge gunshot suddenly sounded, catching everyone present off guard.
The students were all scared and sat on the ground, and Shen Yue was even scared to wet his crotch.
Although the three instructors did not fall down, they were still trembling with fear, and Vice Dean Ye Sheng's beard stood up.
"What's going on? It's not cloudy, so where did 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 Instructor Tielang's stick is left!"
Everyone turned their eyes to Tielang, and Tielang turned his eyes to his left hand. Sure enough, the stick at the level of his eyebrows became a stick at the level of his tiger's mouth.
"This shot is just a warning. I'm going to be serious with the next shot." Chang Ping pointed the muzzle of the gun at Tielang's big black forehead.
Dare to laugh at your Grandpa Chang, you're asking for trouble!
"Wait a minute! I give up!" Tielang hurriedly threw away the stick and knelt on the ground, without the arrogant attitude just now.
He didn't even see Changping's attack clearly, and the stick was broken. If Changping attacked his body directly, he would be powerless to resist. No matter how strong a warrior's body is, it cannot defend against the attack of weapons. If he continues to fight, he will either die or be disabled.
"Don't! I'm still waiting for you, Teacher Tielang, to teach me how to respect teachers." Chang Ping blew the green smoke from the muzzle of the gun and said sarcastically.
A man of insight is a hero, and this Tielang is quite interesting.
Tielang knelt on the ground, smiling, and said, "Student Changping 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. Please forgive me for my offense."
"Is my gun faster? Or is your stick faster?" Changping wanted to continue teasing Tielang.
"Your gun is faster! Your stick is faster! I admit that I am inferior to you and feel ashamed of myself."
Tielang's answer made Changping laugh.
"Okay, I forgive you." Changping waved his hand, let Tielang go, turned off the safety, and put the Desert Eagle back into the space ring.
Seeing that instructor Tielang walked off the stage like a stray dog, the students stared at each other and talked quietly.
"Is it a foul for Chang Ping to use a long-range weapon?"
"It shouldn't be? They only said that they would compete in weapons, but they didn't specify what kind of weapons to compete."
"Chang Ping is so awesome. He won two games and beat Tiezi like a dog. There is no one as awesome as him in the entire Shenglan Academy, no, 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 he was afraid that Chang Ping would refuse.
On second thought, he had treated him to a meal worth three thousand demon spirit coins. He just borrowed it to play with it, and he didn't want it. It should be okay.
"Brother Chang, can you lend me your gun to see?" Lu Piao mustered up the courage to ask.
"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 hard that his mouth almost stretched to 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 was in chaos.
Unexpectedly, before Lu Piao had enough fun, the gun suddenly flew into the air and landed in Ye Sheng's hands.
"Teacher Tielang, continue your course!" Ye Sheng gave orders expressionlessly. He turned his head to look at Chang Ping, rolled his eyes at him first, and then scolded him: "Chang Ping, stop showing off, come down! Come to my office with me, I have something to talk to you!"