Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 150 - 134: You Know Nothing About Power (Please Subscribe, Seeking Monthly Pass) _2

Chapter 150: Chapter 134: You Know Nothing About Power (Please Subscribe, Seeking Monthly Pass) _2

Under the siege of thirteen strong men, dead as doornails, he was still with ease.

The old method, first break the arms, then decapitate.

After trying it out, he knew that slashing the body or piercing through the organs was of no use.

The opponents still rushed at him crazily as if they were injected with chicken blood.

He could only directly cut off the source of the attack from a physical standpoint.

He dispatched the thirteen men one by one as if he were dealing with zombies.

"Thump..."

Zhou Ping’an just swung his sword, spun his body, and decapitated the last man when his eyebrows twitched. He sidestepped, and a whizzing wind swept by, leaving a hole in the ground the size of a basketball. The terrazzo floor was cracked in all directions.

Without stopping the sideway motion, his legs crossed, his body spun into a twirl, and his left hand somehow lifted a wheel-steel axe from the ground, hurling it with the momentum of the spin.

"Swoosh..."

Amidst the sharp whistling,

The steel axe tore through the air, leaving a white streak, and had already flown more than thirty meters.

Behind the ring, on the stairs where the announcer stood, a middle-aged man dressed in a tailcoat, holding a sniper rifle, did not have time to fire a second bullet before his head was cleaved by the bright axe light.

Only half a head, half a face, eerily and bizarrely perched atop his neck.

Without uttering a sound, the man slumped down, dropping the long gun to the ground.

The axe didn’t stop after slicing through the man’s head, plunging into the wall in front, blasting a large hole.

From the darkness of the adjacent corridor emerged a man, clapping his hands as he walked out.

"Impressive movement, impressive strength, impressive sword technique."

The man had a tough visage, eyebrows sharp as knives, stood upright, hair draped over his shoulders, with a topknot tied at the back of his head.

Under the light, his suit—very fitted and in a soft sky blue—reflected a cold glint, appearing extremely elegant and mysterious.

"King Snake."

"It’s King Snake from the Poisonous Snake Society, the renowned enforcer with dexterous skills and a ruthless, hard-hitting style..."

There were men and women in attendance who were bold and well-informed, and they started to shout out.

The previous bout of bloodshed.

To ordinary people present, they would have been retching long ago.

But, most of these spectators were there chasing gore, seeking thrills in the underground fight club, and naturally, they felt no discomfort.

At the moment, seeing the new extraordinarily strong police security personnel had not attacked them,

And nobody in the venue was targeting them, they became emboldened.

"Where’s your boss? Sending so many to die, why didn’t he show up himself?"

Zhou Ping’an didn’t even need to eavesdrop on the side discussions to recognize the person.

That day, outside the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall, he had seen this young man come to offer an apology leading some people.

At that time, he thought the other party was quite dignified and impressive.

Someone who did big things.

Later on, checking the records, he found that this enforcer named King Snake had killed an unknown number of people in secret, his hands steeped in blood.

He even suspected that the continuous deaths of police security personnel three years ago were likely orchestrated by this man.

"The boss? No, you’re not worth his personal effort."

A flash of reverence gleamed in King Snake’s eyes, which disappeared immediately. His gaze swept across the warriors of the Death Squad sprawled on the ground, and a slight smile curled at his lips.

With a clap of his hands, two snake-shaped short daggers appeared at his elbows, creating a ting sound as they gently collided.

"I don’t know whether to admire your boldness or mock your ignorance. At this time, you still have the live broadcast running.

Do you really think just because so many people are watching, we wouldn’t dare to kill someone?"

King Snake took deliberate steps forward.

His gaze was intimidating, cold and sharp as a knife.

"I can only say, you know nothing about power... you have no idea that in this world, there are people who, from the moment they are born, are destined to be looked up to.

The opinions of ordinary people aren’t that important."

The word "important" had just left his lips when King Snake’s figure suddenly lunged forward.

From a slow advance to a rapid charge, as if no time was needed for transition.

Under the lights, a long shadow trailed behind him. With a tiptoe, his body leaned towards a pillar to the side, his back twisting a few times, he had already reached the roof.

This man’s way of moving was truly as peculiar as a Spirit Snake, everyone thought he would dance forward with daggers in hand.

Even Wu Shi, the old police officer, had already raised his pistol and was ready to shoot.

But, in the next moment, he found that he couldn’t even manage to aim and fire.

The azure figure, under the lights, flickered like a ghost, with a trajectory that was extremely difficult to predict.

It had gone from the ground to the rooftop, running with bent knees without falling off.

After rushing over ten meters, the figure seemed to become boneless and vanished from sight, only to be spotted again peeking out from behind the pillar next to Zhou Ping’an with its head and arm.

It was clearly in front, yet it had circled to the back, and there was no noise at all as it moved over the roof and rafters.

Hisss...

The short dagger cleaved through the air.

Emitting a faint blue glow, it was already upon Zhou Ping’an’s neck.

Like a snake flicking its tongue, the blade moved too fast for the eyes to catch, leaving only a fleeting, faint illusion.

"Wow..."

The surrounding spectators couldn’t help but gasp in awe.

Such techniques, they had never even heard of in the countless battles they watched, let alone seen.

Witnessing Wang She’s agility and ruthless attacks, they couldn’t help but shout out.

"Comparing speed with me?"

Zhou Ping’an suddenly smiled.

"You little snake, are really quite interesting."

His vision was so strong that Wang She, who appeared as just a blur to others, seemed slow as a turtle in his eyes.

The approaching dagger, its blade shining with an unknown bright blue light, looked troublesome, and although he was very confident that his body could withstand the sharp edge of the knife, he wasn’t careless enough to put it to the test.

The blood-red pupils in Wang She’s eyes and the cold light shimmering deep within them also enlightened Zhou Ping’an to some facts.

Not only had those thirteen strong men, who seemed like the dead, undergone transformations.

This enforcer of the Poisonous Snake Gang had been transformed even more thoroughly.

And of course, more perfectly.

Almost perfectly blending the habits of a snake with his own combat skills.

His body appeared to be without a single rigid bone, easily stretching and deforming, moving up and down, accelerating with each contraction and expansion.

No wonder he had made such a name for himself.

But no matter how bizarre Wang She’s movement technique or how swift his actions, they seemed weak in comparison to Zhou Ping’an, who had cultivated the Ghostly Shadows Step to the Ninth Level and the One Step Ascension realm.

He hadn’t even used his internal energy or Light Body Technique; he simply swayed slightly, creating two images of himself on the spot.

Making it impossible to tell which one was real.

Wang She’s speed was undeniably fast.

His right hand wielding the snake-shaped short dagger was as swift as a gust of wind, striking thrice in succession, while his left hand’s dagger flicked up from below, his movements smooth and continuous.

Although his left and right hands alternated attacks, it seemed as though seven or eight hands had suddenly grown in front of him, chopping, cutting, flicking, and stabbing simultaneously, dancing a cascade of azure blade shadows.

"Eh..."

As he launched his series of attacks, the smug look in his eyes hadn’t fully spread before he realized his chain of slashes seemed to have hit nothing but air, completely devoid of any sensation of contact.

The opponent’s neck, lower abdomen, and chest seemed non-existent.

No.

Not just seemed.

They were indeed non-existent.

At that moment, Wang She felt as though he must be hallucinating.

The other person was clearly standing there, yet double images appeared.

Both figures, with a mocking smile on their lips, quietly watched him.

"Retreat."

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

After all, Wang She was battle-hardened and had an extraordinary sense of danger.

Feeling something amiss with the contact of his attack, he instantly recoiled like an overstretched rubber band, retreating rapidly.

At the same time, his feet, as if equipped with suction cups, clung tightly to the pillar.

The next moment, he intended to hide behind the pillar and, using a coiling dragon maneuver, directly leap towards the rooftop, preparing for another strike.