Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 153 - 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)_3

Chapter 153: 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)_3

"It seems that the weapons of the Third Group need to be updated," Zhou Ping’an thought.

Facing a true master, they were of no use at all.

However, although this monster’s strength was formidable, it seemed not extremely so and certainly lacked some finer force.

It was merely pure strength.

It couldn’t harm people.

As he saw the opponent pounce in front of him again.

This time, Zhou Ping’an didn’t stand waiting in his original spot; he thrust his long sword back into its sheath, lunged forward, twisted his waist, and as he mobilized over five thousand kilograms of strength, a faint bright glow emerged at the forefront of his fist.

Under the bright white light, this radiant and firm energy, though not very conspicuous, burst the air, and black ripples appeared in front of his fist.

Puff...

This time.

Two fists collided.

Compared to the previous collision, it was much less noisy.

Yet, the result was surprisingly shattering.

A glimpse of Zhou Ping’an’s delicate, pale fist.

Like a sharp spike, it directly blasted through the monster’s enormous fist, penetrating the dark fist.

Bone and blood splattered.

The visible shockwaves extended backward.

The muscular giant’s veins popped on his right arm, bulging out armor-like pieces, twisted and burst like sugarcane under the juicer...

Among the sounds of bursting bone and armor, flesh and bone sprayed out in a fan shape.

As Zhou Ping’an advanced with his fist.

He heavily struck the giant’s chest.

It sunk deeply in.

A huge fist imprint bulged on the giant’s back, and his body flew over ten meters backward, falling heavily onto the ground.

"So, there was only great strength, but the body was not as tough and robust?"

Zhou Ping’an slightly disappointed, shook his head.

Looking at the opponent, severely injured and dying, with his scales beginning to retract and body shrinking as if deflating.

He didn’t stop.

Leaping half, he struck down with another punch.

"Jin Lin..."

A voice cried out unbelievably, hoarse and heart-wrenching behind him.

Zhou Ping’an paused his fist.

The blow of his fist wind caused the monster’s hair to curl backward violently, and its facial muscles deeply indented.

Looking intently, it seemed somewhat familiar yet foreign.

"Is this Gold Forest Blood Tiger?"

He had been at the Hongxing Underground Boxing Gym all this while and had turned into this state.

If it hadn’t been for Zhou Ping’an’s punch that broke the arm and added another double-layered wave, shattering his heart and destroying the source of his power, he might still be that monstrous figure.

Now, with the flesh on his face sagging and the swelling around his eyes and brows reduced, his original appearance was vaguely recognizable.

It was a middle-aged man with a square face.

"Quick, kill me."

Looking at Wu Shi rushing forward, tears in his eyes.

Jin Lin forced a rigid smile on his face, his eyes filled with pain, clearly having regained consciousness and recognizing Old Wu.

These years, he was sometimes lucid, sometimes confused.

Most of the time, he knew nothing, only his desires to eat and kill.

Who knew how many wrongs he had done?

He truly didn’t want to continue living like a walking corpse, if that could even be called living.

"The lab has a problem, that Hiroshi Tanaka, Tan..."

He could only speak a few words before his eyes began to cloud again, and flesh lumps started bulging out of his face like blisters.

"Don’t worry, Hiroshi Tanaka will die, I promise," Zhou Ping’an said.

He sighed.

And then he delivered a punch.

He had sensed that Jin Lin’s transformation was irreversible, more akin to an ant than a human.

Perhaps his genes had completely collapsed, and next, he might grow four limbs and an ant’s head, losing all human semblance completely.

His punch heavily landed on Jin Lin’s head.

The shock forcibly swept through Jin Lin’s body.

All transformations stopped abruptly.

Jin Lin’s head snapped back, and his body stiffened momentarily before slumping loosely.

A faint, relaxed smile appeared on his face, already devoid of life.

...

"I will avenge you, I promise," Zhou Ping’an said as he pulled out his long sword, his gaze directed towards the depths of the corridor. He strode forward, this time not lingering.

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PS: Thank you to Monsieur Warm Sun for the generous Silver Alliance reward. I’m embarrassed that my previous books ended too early and did not satisfy fully; this one must be longer and more thrilling.

Also, thanks to all the dear readers for your rewards, votes, and subscriptions.

Saying I’ll write longer, I will not stop until it reaches eighteen centimeters.

I’ll add more Chapters once I get past this tough patch in the plot; I’ll make up for it later.

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