Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 131 - 123: Wishing a World without Suffering, Peace under Heaven (Please Subscribe, Request Monthly Pass)_2

Chapter 131: Chapter 123: Wishing a World without Suffering, Peace under Heaven (Please Subscribe, Request Monthly Pass)_2

He was astonished to find that the old monk, perhaps knowing his time was near, had completely abandoned defense for full offense, lunging with a speed nearly fifty percent faster than when using his normal movement technique.

"Wishful thinking on your deathbed," he retorted.

If he couldn’t outpace him, then he simply wouldn’t flee.

Zhou Ping’an took a deep breath as his arms and upper body emitted a crackling sound and suddenly burst into intense light. The skin on his arms and upper body ripped apart his clothes, turning a dark blue-black.

His left hand formed a circle, while his right hand drew an arc.

His palms faintly rippled, and the air a few feet in front of him vibrated, turning into whirling water patterns.

With both hands, he operated the Submerged Wave Jin, stirring the air and repelling splashes of water with softness overcoming hardness.

He operated his Jin with both hands, harmonizing with the Tai Chi Yin-Yang Method. It seemed supremely soft, yet his entire being transformed into a massive stone mountain.

Boom...

The old monk’s palm struck down.

All his Blood Origin True Qi turned into a towering wave, solidifying into a massive, tangible Palm Imprint.

With one palm imprint,

he found he truly struck a mountain of stone.

No, it felt more like plunging into the ocean.

Extreme firmness and extreme softness, a paradox yet unified.

A series of rebounding forces came back at him.

They were endless and unstoppable.

"You..."

The old monk flew back thirty feet, this time unable to control the fresh blood at his throat, as seven or eight more wounds burst open, his aura plummeting.

When he hit the ground, he was barely breathing, unable to catch his breath.

He stared fixedly at Zhou Ping’an.

But he saw that the young man had only his clothes shattered into butterflies fluttering away.

Zhou Ping’an stepped back more than ten steps, creating deep holes in the ground. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he steadied himself.

At the same time, he exhaled a breath of white steam. A flash of red on his face and he was once again full of life and vigor.

’He actually withstood it without being seriously injured?’

Seeing the lingering dark blue-black color on Zhou Ping’an’s skin and the slight black qi rising, the old monk exhaled his last breath in frustration, his head tilted, and his eyes lost their luster.

His aura dissolved.

...

"Are you alright?"

Lin Huaiyu rushed over with concern in her eyes.

Zhou Ping’an waved his hand, a hint of joy on his face signaling he was unharmed.

Raising his left arm, the Heavenly Mechanism Crossbow fired with a bang, the Needle Crossbow drove straight into the hard bone at the center of the old monk’s brow, creating a deep bloody hole before burying itself into the ground...

Seeing the old monk’s body tremble slightly and then go still,

he finally relaxed completely.

"True Qi Realm, truly difficult to kill," he murmured.

The old monk’s deathbed counterattack was comparable to his prime, a full-force blow.

He had managed to withstand it and, furthermore, used the force to repel the other and induced injuries that killed his opponent.

It could be said that while he was outmatched in attack power, his physique wasn’t too far behind.

Minor internal injuries were to be expected.

Without even needing medicine, his Qi-Blood Nine Turns could heal him overnight.

Minor injuries were not worth fussing over.

Killing Monk Guangming and eliminating the hidden danger was all worth it.

Zhou Ping’an had clearly made a rational calculation.

Moreover, at the crucial moment just now, he had a stroke of insight into the ’Unity of Hardness and Softness’, no longer needing to deliberately think about using firm Jin or soft strength.

Whether it was the Ninth Turning of Wave Subduing or the Ninth Level Wave Stacking.

Between his fists and palms, he held the power to overturn mountains and the penetrating strength of lingering softness.

Firmness and softness, yin and yang, not only fused together but also promoted each other, enhancing. It seemed as though there was no increase in strength, but whether in offense or defense, they had both increased by as much as fifty percent.

No wonder Lin Huaiyu, having comprehended the principle of the Wave Subduing Blade’s unity of hardness and softness and approaching Completion, was so confident.

Indeed, even if Monk Guangming was at his peak, he wasn’t without the chance to contend with him without relying on the Heavenly Mechanism Crossbow. Although the chance of victory was still not great, it wasn’t a guaranteed loss either.

"You truly are a genius. To have a breakthrough in the midst of battle, such things are only found in legends," she remarked.

Seeing Zhou Ping’an was fine,

Lin Huaiyu’s spirits soared, and she eyed him up and down with squinted eyes. When she thought of those two palms earlier, not only catching the old monk’s desperate blow but also repelling him, she found it unbelievable.

’That was a gap across two major realms...’

Thinking that most of Zhou Ping’an’s Cultivation Techniques and Wave Subduing Blade Force were learned from her, Lin Huaiyu for some reason felt a strange sense of pride swell within her.

No sooner had the feeling of pride emerged,

than the Third Miss shook her head, thinking she must have also been affected by the Five Desires Evil Art.

’Tsk, tsk, tsk, why should I be happy about his strength? In a little while, I won’t be able to beat him.’

With that thought, a touch of melancholy indeed arose.

Lin Huaiyu felt she had returned to her normal self and was thus satisfied.

Zhou Ping’an gave the Third Miss a peculiar look, as she displayed a range of emotions, excitement, and melancholy, probably having played out a drama in her mind. He didn’t delve into it but merely said with a smile, "The best course is to chase down the dwindling enemy. The direction Monk Guangming came from doesn’t seem to be from Black Mountain."

"Quite a clever ploy to deceive us."

Lin Huaiyu obviously realized this as well.

Monk Guangming had fled with Li Yuankang towards the depths of Black Mountain to the west of the city,

yet inexplicably, he had come from the east of the city.

No need to ask.