Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 151 - 135 Spirit Snake Movement Technique, Ant King’s Immense Strength (Thanks to the great affection of Lord Warm Sun, a grand reward from the Silver League)

Chapter 151: Chapter 135 Spirit Snake Movement Technique, Ant King’s Immense Strength (Thanks to the great affection of Lord Warm Sun, a grand reward from the Silver League)

Wang She’s calculations resonated loudly.

The beads of the abacus had already flown into Zhou Ping’an’s face.

He saw through Wang She’s next move at a glance.

Standing still, the next moment, it seemed as though another shadow walked out of his body.

He was face-to-face with Wang She, reaching out with his left hand to grasp the other’s wrist—soft like a slug—and gently tugged.

Ah...

Wang She’s right arm broke cleanly at the elbow, blood splattering, and with a mournful cry, he sprang up, shooting past the audience to flee towards the outskirts.

By then, he realized he was not seeing things.

It was Zhou Ping’an’s speed that was so fast it deceived his eyes.

Like a person with regular vision watching a TV show, seeing a continuous image.

However, a person with excellent dynamic vision watching the same show could tell it’s a series of mechanized images stitched together.

In other words, Zhou Ping’an’s movement technique was so fast that it escaped his field of vision, casting various illusory shadows.

The speed of movement technique he had always prided himself on was a joke in his opponent’s eyes.

If he didn’t retreat now, he’d never get the chance.

Wang She finally understood.

Why Zhou Ping’an dared to swagger straight into the Hongxing Guild Hall.

With such movement and stepping techniques, even if surrounded by several assault rifles, he could almost always break free first from the encirclement.

For any average gunman, hitting him was simply unrealistic.

Their reflexes weren’t that quick.

Before they could even aim, he would have already changed position.

How could they shoot?

"Trying to run?"

Zhou Ping’an chuckled lightly.

Amid Wang She’s howls of pain, his laughter seemed particularly piercing.

His eyes were cold.

Without a visible effort to stretch his body, he moved his feet and, drawing three phantoms, appeared face-to-face with Wang She once again.

He placed his hand on Wang She’s calf.

Rip...

A sound like fabric tearing, combined with the buzz of a rubber band snapping, filled the air.

Wang She’s right leg, from the knee down, was forcefully torn off, with tendons and bones jaggedly broken, blood pouring out.

"Despicable..."

In agonizing pain, Wang She’s face contorted. He clenched his teeth, his eyes ferocious, and twisted his body...

With a twist, he coiled like a python, wrapping around Zhou Ping’an’s waist, and his short dagger was already at the back of his neck.

"You’re right not to run."

Zhou Ping’an had a calm gaze, didn’t even turn around, let alone swing his sword.

He reached behind his head, grabbing the attacking arm, and pulled down.

Another arm was ripped off.

This time, Wang She was left with no options. His screams turned hoarse as both arms were torn off, and one of his right legs was gone...

With only the left leg not yet planted firmly on the ground, he couldn’t run or attack.

His last motion was to twist at the waist and bite at Zhou Ping’an’s throat.

Just like a real venomous snake.

"Hehe..."

Zhou Ping’an reached out and grabbed his throat, lifting his entire body into the air.

He glanced at him sidelong.

He said indifferently, "Such snake-like transformations are not that powerful, are they? Why bother making yourself look neither human nor ghost?"

Zhou Ping’an’s grip was immensely strong; holding Wang She’s neck was like holding a toad, no matter how the rest of his body struggled, it couldn’t even disturb a hair on his hand.

"Originally, I wanted to bring you back as a cripple to interrogate, but it seems your boss got angry, and with him there, there’s no need for you anymore."

Zhou Ping’an smiled broadly.

His left hand suddenly tightened.

Snap...

Wang She’s neck shattered unexpectedly.

Tiny chunks of flesh and bone squeezed out from between Zhou Ping’an’s palm.

Wang She’s body stiffened, his mouth wide open, his eyes bleeding, as if he wanted to scream something. But he couldn’t utter a word. His world went dark as his thoughts ceased.

Zhou Ping’an shook off the blood beads from his hand.

He cursed his bad luck under his breath.

He resumed walking, dragging his sword forward.

The surrounding audience suddenly fell silent.

Breath bated, hands covering their mouths, no one dared to make a sound.

...

Just moments ago.

Zhou Ping’an felt an intense chill of murderous intent rush over him like a tide.

The source was down the passageway on the left side of the ring.

’I didn’t expect to encounter someone so spiritually cultivated in modern society, capable of evoking such a strong reaction in my crisis perception...’

Zhou Ping’an had a rough idea who it might be.

The backer of the Hongxing Underground Boxing Gym, the place commonly known as the Hongxing Guild Hall, Hiroshi Tanaka, was untouchable for a reason—his significant skill.

The name "Sword Ghost" was not unwarranted.

He hadn’t seen the sword technique yet, but the description "fierce as a ghost" was quite fitting.

Glancing down at the crocodile logo on his collar, he noticed the live stream was in an uproar, with comments flooding in like tides.

Especially the digits "666", which nearly blinded him with their frequency.

The number of viewers had reached an astounding thirty thousand.

Thirty thousand live viewers.

Even for a dominant video platform like National Tianyin, that count would make one a mid-tier anchor, touching the edge of major broadcaster status.

And to reach this point, he had used only two live videos, and they weren’t even finished.

It could only be said that, after the word-of-mouth spread involving the dark side of Dongjiang, his reputation was well established.

Of course, it’s also possible that the National Tianyin company was stirring the waters from behind.

At least, the higher-ups had not yet ordered a shutdown, leaving plenty of room for speculation.