My Weapon Is Not a Short Rod

"My name is Mo Handa!"

In just five words, one could hear the instructor's strong sense of honor and an inexplicable powerful aura in his tone.

The peerless expert, whose name had been hidden by the tattered cloak, finally revealed himself at this moment.

Mu Fan has been calling him "Fighter Instructor" for so long, but his real name is Mo Handa?

He bowed his head and sincerely called out, "Instructor Mo."

Mo Handa only revealed a tiny bit of his true aura before disappearing again, returning to his calm and composed state the moment his cloak closed.

"Mu Fan, if you want to witness true martial prowess, I will show you. I hope you will, as you said, never retreat on the path of progress!"

After revealing his real name, the Fighter Instructor's tone towards Mu Fan became genuinely stern.

From this moment on, Mu Fan already knew whose inheritance he had received!

As the leader of a supreme race, Mo Handa's glory will continue in this world in another way.

From this moment on, Mu Fan officially took over the banner of glory that had never been revealed.

"Instructor, I Mu Fan, keep my word."

Mu Fan nodded emphatically; the youthful passion had never diminished in the slightest.

"I will tell you about the strength training program along with the speed training program."

Now tell me your understanding of speed!

Mu Fan recalled the scene of Shura's sudden attack, his eyes gleaming, and blurted out, "Speed to the extreme equals unparalleled power!"

"That's a very good answer. It tells me that you've seen the ultimate speed of the human body."

"My real-world instructor can cut me in two with a flick of his knife if I fire a gun within three meters. That's my current training goal."

Do you think this is the limit of the human body?

"Perhaps... so be it."

Mu Fan said uncertainly, but he really had never seen anyone stronger.

"Yes, for most people, but not for you!"

Mo Handa shouted into the void, "Black."

Suddenly, a silver-white metal sphere appeared, with two electronic eyes on it narrowing, and it slowly flew over.

"Old man, why are you calling me 'Master'? And Little Fan, are you surprised to see Lord Black? Can you please stop kicking me?"

The black figure spun in the air in a figure-eight pattern.

"An arsenal of firearms," Mo Handa said casually.

A row of laser beams projected a rectangular frame in front of him from his dark eyes. When the light disappeared, Mu Fan saw a wall covered with various firearms.

The wall, which is more than ten meters long and three meters high, is covered with guns.

"Do you want to see where your limits are in the future? Look at me, what I can do... you can do too in the future. Take your gun and shoot me."

Mu Fan immediately spotted the large-caliber pistol among them— the Sandstorm Type 92.

In this world, Mu Fan wasn't worried about the damage weapons could cause; moreover, the longer he stayed, the more he discovered...

The instructor in front of him, who always appeared silent, possessed terrifying and boundless strength!

I thought I had seen the whole picture, but it turned out to be just the tip of the iceberg.

So Mu Fan raised his hand and fired a shot without any hesitation.

A dark shadow flashed by.

Bang!

Mu Fan only felt the metal rod in the other person's hand spin once and then stop.

The other party was, of course, unharmed.

What about the bullets?

Mu Fan wanted to see the bullets that had been shot down on the ground, but there were none.

"Are you looking for it?"

A metal-covered left hand extends out, with a flattened bullet lying quietly inside.

The bullet was intercepted mid-air and caught by the instructor!?

However, the scene of using sticks to create all this seems somewhat incongruous.

"Was that the speed you saw at the time?" a weathered voice asked.

Mu Fan nodded, but then shook his head. "Instructor, your speed is even faster than what I've seen before... but back then it was a knife, a knife as fast as lightning, that split the bullet in two. Now my training goal is to cut bullets with a knife. If I use a stick, it doesn't quite match the image I have in mind."

Finally mustering his courage, Mu Fan spoke up, "Instructor, I'd like to try other weapons."

A faint green light flickered as Mo Handa gazed silently at Mu Fan, a slight smile playing beneath his cloak.

At this moment, Black, who had been obediently hovering in the air, suddenly burst into wild laughter. "Old man, I told you not to tell him, I told you to keep teaching him how to use a stick, and now he thinks you only know how to use a stick! I'm dying of laughter! If this gets back, I reckon your reputation will be ruined for life. No way, hahahahaha..."

Bang!

The Metal Short Rod in his hand disappeared and reappeared at the same spot where Hei had just been. The last "ha" of Hei still echoed in this space before being knocked back into the void.

"Noisy."

As if swatting away a fly, Mo Handa lowered his raised right hand, and the Metal Short Rod in his hand began to rotate rhythmically in his palm.

"Young people these days are really... impatient."

The short stick stopped spinning, and the right hand, holding it horizontally, slowly raised it to eye level.

"Kid, I never expected to give you this kind of impression... Would you like to see a real bullet being cut?"

A glint flashed in Mu Fan's eyes. He seemed to sense the dissatisfaction in Mo Handa's tone, but these words only aroused his curiosity.

"Go get a gun with a fast enough rate of fire."

He uttered a low voice, and as Mu Fan's gaze swept over an Electromagnetic Rapid-Fire Rifle, he snatched it away.

Mo Handa's left hand, also covered in metal, rests on Metal Short Rod, now creating the image of two hands holding the stick horizontally.

Mu Fan's eyes widened.

"Just to clarify, my weapon isn't a short stick. And certainly not the one you're about to see."

His hands trembled slightly, and at that moment, Mu Fan suddenly felt an extremely cold sensation begin to surge from his heart.

The Dark Breath has begun to activate spontaneously!?

It seems to be reacting strongly to what is about to happen.

This has only happened once before.

That happened on 131st Asteroid, during the Zerg Race's night raid.

Mu Fan's eyes were fixed on Mo Handa's every move.

Rotate your left hand backward and gently turn your right hand forward.

A slight clicking sound, as if some hidden small mechanism had been activated.

Then, to Mu Fan's astonishment, he saw the instructor twist his hands in opposite directions, and the Metal Short Rod actually emerged from the middle—

Divide into two!

With his hands still, Mu Fan couldn't help but look into the instructor's eyes.

A slight wrinkle appeared on the small part of the chin that was exposed; this was the stretching of the muscles when smiling.

The two palms began to slowly pull to the sides.

A faint green hue peeked out from the center of the short stick, like starlight turning into powder, carrying specks of starlight, and gradually dissipated like smoke as the air flowed.

Mu Fan's heart leaped into his throat. The sense of connection within him grew stronger and stronger; he could almost feel the Dark Breath involuntarily surging toward that direction.

Mo Handa's hands moved steadily without trembling, slowly pulling apart at a fixed frequency.

As the Metal Short Rod was pulled apart, a brilliant emerald green shone through the broken edge, gradually solidifying.

Emerald green like jade, cold and icy.

The ever-growing beam of eerie green light reflected infinite brilliance in Mu Fan's pupils.