Seven Steps Away

As the saying goes: "Fists fear the young and strong, staffs fear the old Lang."

Tie Lang felt that although he couldn't beat Chang Ping in unarmed combat, he definitely wouldn't lose if they fought with weapons.

"I'm going to earn back the face I just lost!" he vowed silently in his heart.

What Tie Lang didn't know was that this foolish decision would put his life in danger.

"Since both sides agree, then let's have another match," Ye Sheng also wanted to know what else Chang Ping's weapon was capable of besides making a loud noise.

If it was just a vulgar weapon, then Ye Sheng would have to pursue the matter of Chang Ping's outrageous demand that morning, asking him for fifty million Demon Spirit Coins, which was simply too much.

"Please, Instructor Tie Langtou!" Chang Ping spread his hands towards the steps, gesturing for the instructor to go up first.

"Student Chang Ping, please respect your instructor and don't give him nicknames!" Tie Lang snorted coldly, turned to the weapon rack, pulled out a staff that reached his eyebrows, and ascended the stage from the other side.

He pointed his staff at Chang Ping, who was slowly ascending the stage, and shouted, "Kid, I was careless just now. I won't hold back this time. Young people shouldn't be too arrogant. Today, I'll teach you what it means to respect your elders!"

Looking at the weapon he held, it was 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 staff skills were learned from the great master of staff techniques, Hu Yan Yue, and he was undefeated in the academy. It was precisely with this staff technique that he gained the opportunity to teach at Saint Orchid Academy. No matter how you looked at it, he was destined to win this round.

"You two, pay attention. The match should be a test of skill, not a fight to the death. Absolutely do not harm each other's lives," Ye Sheng saw that Tie Lang was getting serious. If he really went all out, Chang Ping might be in mortal danger.

The previous martial arts instructor for the Beginner Warrior Class had his legs brutally broken by Tie Lang, leaving him permanently disabled and unable to continue teaching at Saint Orchid Academy.

"Don't worry, Uncle Ye, I promise I won't kill Instructor Tie Lang. He and I have no enmity," Chang Ping patted his strong chest and vowed. After speaking, he glanced at Shen Yue and mumbled, "Unlike some trash from the peak families."

The Sacred Family not only withheld his hard-earned money but also persecuted him on baseless charges. If he didn't destroy the Sacred Family, he would die with regret!

He had checked many times, but both his pulse and heartbeat had disappeared. Now, it was probably the system maintaining his life. If the Sacred Family wasn't destroyed, he wouldn't be able to rest in peace!

Chang Ping's words were overheard by Shen Yue, who turned pale with fright. He thought in terror, "This... this guy wants to kill me? Why? I don't remember provoking him? Could it be an enemy of my elder brother or aunt?"

Shen Yue gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, thinking: Since Chang Ping wants to kill him, he would no longer hold back. Tonight, he would have someone poison Chang Ping's food!

"Arrogant!" Chang Ping's words completely enraged Tie Lang. He had originally planned to break only one of Chang Ping's legs, but now he intended to break both his arms and legs.

"Arrogance requires strength, and I happen to have it," Chang Ping raised his head proudly and slowly unlocked the safety on the Desert Eagle. "Stop the nonsense, Instructor Tie Lang. Bring it on! Let everyone see, is your staff faster, or is my gun faster?!"

Seven steps away, the gun is fast. Within seven steps, the gun is both accurate and fast.

"A gun? Haha, you're saying you're holding a gun?" Tie Lang seemed to have heard a huge joke. "Whose gun is this short? Are you trying to make me laugh to death?"

"Bang!"

The huge gunshot suddenly rang out, catching everyone present off guard.

The students all fell to the ground in fright. Shen Yue even wet his pants in fear.

Although the three instructors didn't fall, they were still startled. Vice Dean Ye Sheng's beard stood on end.

"What's going on? It wasn't cloudy, where did the thunder come from? A bolt from the blue?"

"Look, Chang Ping's gun is smoking. I just saw a dazzling flash of fire from his weapon. The sound just now must have come from this thing."

"Quick, look! Instructor Tie Lang's staff is only half left!"

Everyone's gaze shifted to Tie Lang. Tie Lang looked at his left hand. Sure enough, the staff that reached his eyebrows had become a staff that reached his wrist.

"This shot was just a warning. The next shot, I'm getting serious." Chang Ping aimed the muzzle at Tie Lang's big black forehead.

Dare to mock your Grandpa Chang? You're asking for it!

"Wait! I surrender!" Tie Lang hastily dropped his staff and knelt on the ground, his arrogant attitude gone.

He hadn't even seen Chang Ping's attack clearly before his staff was broken. If Chang Ping had attacked his body directly, he would have had no way to defend himself. No matter how strong a martial artist's body was, it couldn't defend against a weapon's attack. If this continued, he would either die or be crippled.

"Oh no! I was still waiting for Instructor Tie Lang to teach me how to respect my elders," Chang Ping blew on the smoke from his gun's muzzle, mockingly.

Knowing when to quit is wisdom. This Tie Lang is quite interesting.

Tie Lang knelt on the ground, his face full of smiles, and said, "Student Chang Ping is a great talent, a super prodigy rarely seen in a century. I, your humble servant, am incompetent and cannot teach you. I apologize for my offense just now. Please be magnanimous and forgive my transgression."

"Is my gun faster? Or was your staff faster?" Chang Ping wanted to tease Tie Lang a bit more.

"Your gun is faster! Your staff is even faster! I humbly admit defeat and am ashamed of my inferiority."

Tie Lang's answer made Chang Ping laugh.

"Alright, I forgive you," Chang Ping waved his hand, letting Tie Lang off the hook, turned off the safety, and put the Desert Eagle back into his Space Ring.

Watching Instructor Tie Lang slink off the stage like a stray dog, the students exchanged glances and began to whisper amongst themselves.

"Did Chang Ping using a ranged weapon count as cheating?"

"It probably doesn't, right? They only said they would fight with weapons, but they didn't specify what kind of weapons."

"Chang Ping is too awesome. Two fights, two wins, he beat Tie Zi like a dog. In the entire Saint Orchid Academy, no, in the entire City of Radiance, there isn't anyone as awesome as him."

Lu Piao stared intently at Chang Ping's Space Ring. He wanted to borrow Chang Ping's weapon to play with, but he was afraid Chang Ping would refuse.

Then he thought, he had already treated him to meals worth three thousand Demon Spirit Coins. It was just borrowing it to play with, not taking it away. It should be fine.

"Brother Chang, can I borrow your gun to take a look?" Lu Piao mustered up his courage and asked.

"No!" Chang Ping refused without hesitation. "I only show my gun to girls."

Lu Piao was stunned.

So stingy, and I even treated him to a meal!

"Just kidding!" Chang Ping took out the Desert Eagle, removed the magazine, and tossed it to Lu Piao.

"Thanks, Brother Chang!" Lu Piao grinned so wide his mouth almost reached the back of his head.

The trainees looked enviously at the gun in Lu Piao's hand and all crowded around, wanting to touch it.

The training ground instantly descended into chaos.

Unexpectedly, before Lu Piao could have his fill of playing, the gun suddenly flew up into the air and landed in Ye Sheng's hand.

"Instructor Tie Lang, continue your lesson!" Ye Sheng commanded expressionlessly. He turned to Chang Ping, first giving him a glare, then scolding, "Chang Ping, stop showing off and get down here! Come to my office with me, I have something to tell you!"