Great Ancestor Long Fist

Vice Dean's Office.

A young instructor rushed in.

"It's bad, it's bad, Dean! The genius you told me to monitor and protect has started fighting with Tie Lang."

Hearing this, Ye Sheng got a headache.

First, he slapped Shen Fei's face, then spanked Shen Fei, then slept with Shen Xiu at noon, and now he's gone up against Tie Lang. This kid isn't just a genius, he's also a troublemaker.

"Go watch for now, don't let Tie Lang hurt Chang Ping too badly. I'll be there soon."

Martial Arts Training Ground.

The red and blue sides took their stances, ready to fight.

Chang Ping wore a red vest, and Instructor Tie Lang wore a blue vest. Their eyes met, like two fierce tigers, neither willing to back down.

"To beat you, I don't even need these." Tie Lang looked down on Chang Ping, putting his hands behind his back.

"Instructor Tie Lang is awesome!"

"Beat him hard, Instructor Tie Lang, fight for our noble disciples!"

"Don't hold back, beat him until he's spitting teeth, I'll pay for the medical expenses!"

The noble students of the Beginner Warrior Class barked.

"Let's see you be arrogant!" Chang Ping shouted, clenching his fists, and charging forward like a tiger released from its cage. With a powerful right hook, he swung at Tie Lang's square face.

Tie Lang quickly leaned back, skillfully dodging the attack, and simultaneously kicked out a leg.

A sharp pain shot through his abdomen. Chang Ping and the others stumbled back two or three steps, a look of seriousness appearing on his face.

He patted the dirt off his stomach, inwardly startled: This person's Strength is actually above mine. To be an instructor at Saint Orchid Academy, he truly has some skills. However, combat isn't just about brute force; technique is also very important.

It seems... he doesn't have an advantage in technique either.

Chang Ping summoned the Exchange Shop and exchanged for a set of Silver-level boxing techniques—Great Ancestor Long Fist.

The moment two thousand Strength Value points were deducted, Chang Ping had completely mastered Great Ancestor Long Fist. Now, he was equivalent to an old boxing master who had practiced this set of techniques for decades.

The level of a boxing technique is not defined by its power, but by its minimum cultivation requirement. Great Ancestor Long Fist is a Silver-level technique, meaning only those with Strength reaching Silver One Star, or one thousand jin, can cultivate it.

Chang Ping is currently a Silver Peak Warrior, fully qualified to cultivate it.

Great Ancestor Long Fist has thirty-two forms. It is simple and unadorned, pure and straightforward. Although the moves are basic, they contain the profound principles of boxing, hence it is known as the "Mother of a Hundred Fists."

Closing the Exchange Shop, Chang Ping took his stance again.

"Why does Brother Chang feel a little different from just now? Is it an illusion?" Lu Piao scratched his head.

On the stage, Tie Lang snorted contemptuously, "Putting on a show!"

Chang Ping stood still. Tie Lang had to attack first; if they delayed any longer, it would be time for class.

Tie Lang feinted with a left front kick, then prepared to sweep Chang Ping's lower body with a right whip kick.

Unexpectedly, Chang Ping had already seen through his move.

"Lie down!"

Chang Ping suddenly slid forward, sidestepped, and grabbed Tie Lang's thigh, then swept his supporting leg.

Tie Lang lost his balance and crashed heavily onto the stage with a "bang." A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he grunted.

If he hadn't been arrogant and used his hands as well, he could have grabbed Chang Ping's clothes before falling and wouldn't have fallen so hard.

Chang Ping had knocked Tie Lang down, and the group of students below was stunned.

"No way? Am I dreaming? Someone pinch me."

"Instructor Tie Lang was actually defeated! He's a Gold Warrior!"

"Instructor Tie Lang, why were you showing off? Now you've capsized in the ditch!"

On the stage, Tie Lang twisted his neck and got back up with a carp flip. He bared his neat, white teeth and smiled, "Good kid, I underestimated you. Again!"

"Bang!"

He fell down again, and Tie Lang was stunned.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! I'm a Gold Warrior, how can I not even beat a brat! Again!"

"Bang!"

This time, Tie Lang fell face-first.

"Again!" He slapped the stage hard and got back up.

That must have been an illusion just now! Yes, it must have been an illusion!

"Ah--"

Tie Lang had his legs grabbed by Chang Ping, who spun him like a windmill and flung him off the stage.

The students scattered, and Tie Lang landed on the ground with a "smack."

Lu Piao picked up a blade of grass, half-crouched on the ground, and poked Tie Lang's square face.

"Stop messing around!"

Hearing that Tie Lang could still speak and wasn't dead from the fall, everyone relaxed.

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 right now I can't say anything!"

"I can't think of any other word besides 'awesome'."

"Could this guy be the reincarnation of some Legendary Demon Spirit Master?"

Shen Yue's face was ashen, as if his own father had just died. He had expected Chang Ping to be utterly crushed, but the outcome was the complete opposite.

"Damn it, what did this guy eat to grow up? He's such a beast, he even took down a mentor. If he finds out I poisoned him, my fate will be truly miserable," Shen Yue worried about his next move.

"So barbaric!" Ye Zi Yun snorted. She had been worried if Chang Ping would be injured, but now it seemed completely unnecessary.

Xiao Ning'er stared at Chang Ping, her large, watery eyes filled with admiration. If she could be as strong as him, she could control her own destiny and wouldn't have to marry Shen Fei, that playboy.

"You're too fierce, Brother Chang! I want to have your babies!" Lu Piao yelled at the top of his lungs, cupping his hands around his mouth like a megaphone, completely ignoring the looks of utter disbelief from everyone else.

Chang Ping's forehead was covered in black lines. Lu Piao, you're so extra~

Outside the Martial Arts Training Ground, Vice Dean Ye Sheng arrived late.

"What's the situation? Is Chang Ping injured?" Ye Sheng asked anxiously. Chang Ping was a once-in-a-century cultivation prodigy; he absolutely couldn't be harmed!

The young mentor gave a wry smile. "He's fine. However, Tie Lang is in a bad way. Look, he's been lying there without moving for a long time."

What did you say?

Ye Sheng was stunned. Chang Ping actually defeated Tie Lang, a Gold martial artist? That was too incredible.

However, daring to hit a mentor in public was a serious disciplinary violation and must be punished!

Ye Sheng coughed dryly, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked into the training ground.

Sensing Ye Sheng's arrival, Tie Lang, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly got up.

"Dean!!!" He grabbed Ye Sheng's leg, sat on the ground, and cried pitifully, like a 200-pound child.

Ye Sheng awkwardly stroked his beard and glared at Chang Ping on the stage with feigned seriousness, shouting, "Get down here!"

Chang Ping said "Oh" and leaped gracefully in front of Ye Sheng.

"Apologize!" Ye Sheng pointed at Tie Lang and commanded forcefully.

Chang Ping shrugged. "Sorry, Instructor Tie Lang. I didn't expect you to be so useless. You went down before I even got serious."

Everyone: ???

Is that an apology?

Tie Lang was furious and stood up abruptly.

"Dean, I request another match with student Chang Ping. This time, we'll use weapons."

"Sure!" Chang Ping bared his white teeth and slowly took out a Desert Eagle from his pocket.