Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 148 - 133: Death Squad, Famous Blade Cang Yue (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 148: Chapter 133: Death Squad, Famous Blade Cang Yue (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)

"Wuu wuu..."

Several large dogs, whining as if propelled by lightning, rushed forward and leapt into the air.

Their fangs, strung with saliva, still had bits of flesh and bloodstains on them.

They lunged for Zhou Ping’an’s throat.

"Good dogs."

Zhou Ping’an raised his hand and fired two shots, killing two ferocious large dogs.

He thought to himself that the Hongxing Guild Hall wouldn’t have fed these dogs human flesh, would they?

They were a bit too fierce.

However, now that he had fired his gun, any living being with murderous intent, whether man or dog, could not be spared.

Zhou Ping’an’s hands formed an ’X,’ shooting east and west without stopping his movement.

With two short guns, he managed to create an overlapping field of fire.

His Five Senses were incredibly sharp, allowing him to spot enemies first. As long as he felt the danger of being hit by a bullet, he would have already fired a shot ahead of time.

And moreover, these shots blew heads off.

Because the equipment on these people was even better than that of Third Group.

They were all wearing bulletproof vests.

Some even had steel helmets on their heads.

They were armed to the teeth.

"Old Wu, you stay here and guard. Up ahead isn’t child’s play anymore, it’s very dangerous."

Zhou Ping’an glanced at the more than twenty security guards who had been knocked to the ground in front of him, didn’t stop moving, adjusted the guns at his waist, changed his magazines, shot bullets to seal off the direction of the guild hall’s front door, and still had the leisure to talk.

"No, I’ve never felt as good as I do now."

Wu Shi, red-eyed and panting heavily, said.

"For the past three years, I’ve had nightmares every night. Today, let me charge forward and let loose for my two fallen brothers."

"Alright, follow behind me. That’s an order."

Zhou Ping’an took a deep breath.

He said no more.

He lifted his legs and strode into the entrance.

...

What met his eyes...

Smoke curled within the hall, and from all directions, deafening roars resounded.

Upon the central fighting ring, a bald, sturdy man in blue pants, blood streaming down his face, one arm hanging limp, continued his frenzied assault.

Another man in red shorts, his left face swollen like bread, eyes locked on his opponent, dodging and blocking, looked set to collapse under the torrential barrage of punches and kicks.

"Kill him, kill him!"

Just three meters in front of Zhou Ping’an, a woman, round as a ball, with caked makeup, frantically shouted, as if her brain couldn’t get enough blood, rolling her eyes back and staggering to the seat.

From her demeanor, she was so excited she was shaking all over, seemingly on the verge of passing out right there.

With the crowd’s roaring encouragement, the man in blue pants indeed exerted more force, landed a whip kick lightning-fast to the chin of the red-shorted man, causing him to stiffen.

He didn’t stop there, stepped forward quickly, grabbed his opponent’s head with both hands, and began striking fiercely with his knee.

"Thump thump thump thump..."

After seven or eight consecutive hits,

until the other man slumped like a noodle, did he cross his hands, grabbed the red-shorted man’s ears with a fierce expression, and twisted.

"Crack..."

The sound system’s reception was quite good.

Even in the noisy environment, one could hear the crisp sound of the red-shorted man’s neck bones breaking.

"Ao..."

The man in blue pants raised his hands, howling wildly.

Beneath the ring, countless people cursed, throwing away their betting slips.

Others raised both arms, ecstatic.

Zhou Ping’an had only taken five steps when he felt a sharp breeze at his side.

It seemed to be a skinny man who, while still howling, slipped a gleaming silver dagger from his hand and drew it across Zhou Ping’an’s throat.

Swift.

Utterly covert.

Even Wu Shi, following behind Zhou Ping’an, only managed to lift his gun but couldn’t pull the trigger in time.

"Careful..."

Wu Shi broke out in a cold sweat down his back,

but realized he was entirely worrying over nothing.

The dagger had barely swung out.

When Zhou Ping’an’s left hand with the short gun blocked it.

It was as if his hand had always been waiting for it.

The other hand holding the gun was already extended, with the muzzle pressed against the temple of the skinny man.

Bang...

Blood splattered.

"Would I dare to storm into the lion’s den if stealth attacks worked?"

Zhou Ping’an sneered.

He lifted the gun’s muzzle again.

Several gunshots...

Two men suddenly sprang forward, one brandishing a knife, the other aiming a gun, and both were shot.

They convulsed and fell to the ground.

Only then did the crowd erupt with screams.

"Police Security in action, everyone get down."

Wu Shi roared, having been a step behind in those few attacks and not playing much of a role.

The few attackers had been incredibly fast and well-trained,

far better than the guards outside.

But faster than them was Zhou Ping’an.

Wu Shi didn’t know how his old friend’s son, amidst a chaotic crowd, managed to discern these attackers,

and how he always preempted them, striking them down.

He could only think that he had been underestimating Zhou Ping’an all along, and each time Zhou revealed another layer of his capabilities, seemingly endless.

"Maybe it is truly time for me to retire. Now it’s the young people’s world."

For the first time, Wu Shi felt a twinge of shame about his "Gun Dragon" title.

His past complacency was only because he hadn’t faced a true expert.

In terms of marksmanship alone, Zhou Ping’an was already above him.

Whether it was the accuracy of his shooting, the speed of his aiming, or the frequency of his reloads, he was subtly superior in every aspect.

What was most absurd was his almost prophetic sense of danger.

It was something Zhou Ping’an couldn’t catch up with even if he were riding the fastest horse.

And this ability was undoubtedly a top-tier talent for surviving to the end amidst the hail of bullets.

’If I could have sensed the murderous intent a step earlier, perhaps, I wouldn’t have walked into danger...’

Wu Shi’s heart trembled, and with a raise of his hand, he fired a shot at the right leg of the bald fat man who was shouting and trying to push forward, bringing him down to the ground with a howl of pain.

What was that guy shouting about just now?

Which department head was he from?

I didn’t catch it.

But it doesn’t matter...

With guns in both hands and a slight squint in his eyes, Wu Shi finally stopped following Zhou Ping’an’s steps and advancing.

Because he had seen that the other side had started to get serious.

And he understood what Zhou Ping’an had described as the true danger...

...

"Wow, is this for real? Are you sure this isn’t a movie?"

"Dongjiang actually has a place like this? How come I didn’t know?"

"I thought what the host mentioned earlier was fake? The other side really dares to kill..."

"Kill, kill, kill, I want to see blood flowing like a river."

"No way, who are these people coming out this time?"

"Bullets can’t pierce through, that small handgun is useless now."

...

There were all sorts of comments in the live stream.

If Zhou Ping’an knew that the viewers had completely put themselves in his shoes and were starting to worry for him, he might feel a touch of joy.

The viewers were right.

The small handgun was indeed of little use now.

Because the ten or so people who had just charged out came at them like ferocious demons, not only carrying huge alloy steel shields and pushing forward relentlessly, crashing chairs and walls into pieces.

A few of them even held assault rifles in their hands, firing with no hesitation, spewing tongues of flame.

Others were exploiting the gaps in front of the steel shields to swing sharp blades in their hands, like axes and steel knives.

Zhou Ping’an had also noticed.

These ten-plus people had tremendous strength, and their movements were extremely agile as well.

When charging, they leaped and sprung like tigers, moving effortlessly in the complex environment.

"Get down."

Zhou Ping’an discarded the guns in his hands, his right hand already touching the hilt of the blade on his shoulder.

He crouched and rose, and at the moment before the bullets rained down, he turned into a shadowy figure, dipping his left shoulder and colliding with the steel shield of the person in front.

...

Just a moment before.

"Boss, the Death Squad has made their move, there shouldn’t be any problems."

A sharp-suited young man bent at a ninety-degree angle, reporting to the middle-aged man with short facial hair who was stroking a light cyan blade in front of a crystal screen.

"It’s not enough, Zhuxia has an old saying, [Even when a lion fights a rabbit, it uses all its might]. Little Snake, you go into action as well, and send out the Ant King too."

The middle-aged man with the neatly combed hair had eyes that shimmered with a tinge of golden yellow light.

Under the illumination of the crystal screen, one could see that his eyeballs had quietly turned into vertical pupils, looking exceptionally cold and ruthless, devoid of any trace of humanity.

"Hey..."

The sharply dressed young man raised his head and thunderously responded.

A pair of eyes had turned blood-red, and his pupils also stood erect.

With a flick of his wrist, two half-length curved blades appeared behind his elbows, and with a slide of his feet, he exited the secret chamber.

The one called Little Snake, of course, was Wang She (King Snake), the dual-ranked enforcer of the Poisonous Snake Society.

For years, he had dealt with challenges to the Poisonous Snake Society, and his hands were stained with untold bloodshed.

The newcomer, though showing great strength, was just that, merely strong.

Indeed, compared to warriors like himself who had long surpassed the limits of ordinary people, there was still a significant gap.

Wang She had this confidence.

Moreover, there was the Ant King.

Thinking of the Ant King, Wang She’s vertical pupils involuntarily contracted slightly.

That was one of the latest weapons produced by the laboratory, and with the title of King, it ranked among the top ten in the laboratory’s combat power assessment system.

It was unclear which mutations of ant genes those people had implanted—Bloodthirsty Ant, Golden Armored Ant, or even the Three-headed Ant?

After Wang She left.

The room returned to dim light, the only brightness the crystal screen reflecting the image of Zhou Ping’an advancing straight ahead, into the gaze of Little Mustache.

"Indeed a master. If captured and injected with the Ferocious Beast Gene, I wonder what sort of mutation he would undergo?"

He only glanced up briefly, and a surge of bloodlust overtook his heart, bringing forth an excited craving for blood, and he couldn’t help licking his lips.

"Never expected that Zhou Changjun, that Scholar, would have such a powerful Martial Artist as a son, truly an anomaly, causing me considerable losses. Had I known, I would have eliminated them all back then."

It seemed as if he sensed the murderous intent in his heart.

The light blue blade that lay on Old Wu’s thigh suddenly moved on its own without any breeze, emitting a crisp ring.

"Cang Yue, oh Cang Yue, after thousands of years, are you so eager to drink blood? Rest assured, from the day you were unearthed, I promised to let you feast on the blood of masters. As long as Zhou Ping’an breaks through the resistance and reaches me, I will let you savor his fresh blood."

On the crystal screen.

A faint shadow darted through the barrage of gunfire, charging forward like a cannonball, slamming into the Steel Shield.

The impact slightly deformed the Steel Shield. The person holding the shield behind was sent flying, their bones cracking loudly and limbs twisting, as their eyes, nose, and ears all oozed fresh blood.

Clearly, he was not going to survive.

But this person showed no sign of pain; he still writhed on the ground maniacally.

Then, a gleaming blade light flashed.

The Knife-wielding Figure dressed in the black Police Security outfit lunged and parried, whipping up a bloodbath.

Limbs and severed arms flew chaotically.

Blood splattered like rain.

"Very well, it seems he can’t be blocked after all."

The middle-aged man stood up, twisted his neck, and slowly extended his right hand, gripping the hilt of Cang Yue’s blade.

Shh...

The blade light turned into a wisp of faint blue luminescence, flashing past the crystal screen in front of him.

The next moment, the crystal screen split in two like a piece of paper, and a fine cut appeared on the wall behind, through which light from the opposite side could be seen streaming in.

"I’m waiting for you."

Little Mustache Middle-aged no longer paid attention to the commotion outside, standing quietly in the darkness, breathing so faintly it was almost nonexistent, eyes closed, hand on the blade, silently waiting.

...

Seeking a Monthly Pass.