Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 155 - 136: A Strike Against the Wind, Cang Yue Acquired (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

Chapter 155: Chapter 136: A Strike Against the Wind, Cang Yue Acquired (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

Logically speaking, the alloy steel sword in his hand, which was also forged from fine steel, capable of cutting through iron and steel, wouldn’t notch its blade and, in ancient times, would have been considered a superior weapon.

However, against the pale cyan light of the blade, it seemed no different from tofu.

Easily cut through...

Moreover, Zhou Ping’an also sensed a ferocious aura in the blade, which seemed inexplicably connected to the middle-aged man rushing forward with the sword in hand.

The two seemed to merge into one.

"Whoosh..."

Little Mustache missed with his slash; his body twisted and slid along the wall surface. In just a moment, he was beside Zhou Ping’an again and, facing the swirling wind in the corridor, slashed down once more.

This man’s sword handling was extremely peculiar; his sword movements were swift like the wind, and the more resistance he met, the quicker he became.

Zhou Ping’an was also an expert in swordsmanship and spotted it right away.

This was indeed the One Slash Form killing technique, praised within the Sakura Clan, known as the Wind Greeting Blade Slash.

It was considered one of the fastest killing methods in the ancient martial sects, along with the knife flick slash he had once used.

At this moment, the opponent had been harboring his strength for a long time, integrating his body and mind with the sword technique.

His body, having been modified, was particularly suited for combat within narrow passageways, much like mountain caves.

Most formidable of all was the indestructible treasured sword in hand, which naturally gave him an upper hand in the fight.

Therefore, it was entirely unnecessary to compete with him in speed and versatility inside the corridor.

Upon this realization,

Zhou Ping’an held the Broken Knife in front of him, his posture becoming as flexible as spring water. The gleaming light of the blade evaded the solid to strike at the void.

No longer attempting to block the slashing attacks, his blade targeted the attacker’s wrist with each strike.

His form continued to move backward.

Regardless of the kind of attack, to exert force, one must extend their hand.

A long sword cannot chop by itself.

Zhou Ping’an now relied on the Wave Subduing Blade Force, using the opponent’s own sword wind to deflect and directly slash at the wrist holding the sword.

His sword technique was like threading a needle, as nimble as a weaving girl shuttling through threads, yet his body swayed unpredictably from left to right.

Hiroshi Tanaka launched full-force with every slash, only to find that none could reach their end,

Merely halfway through each movement, he faced the threat of having his wrist severed.

He had no choice but to quickly change tactics, chasing his opponent’s blade in hopes of a direct confrontation.

But even this slight hope,

could not be fulfilled.

The two shadows of the blades crisscrossed in front of him, yet never touched once.

And yet, it was incredibly perilous.

A moment’s delay could mean a severed hand and a decapitated head.

"Excellent sword technique."

Since being transformed with the Gold-thread Snake king’s genes, Hiroshi Tanaka believed that with his sword skills and martial techniques, conventional methods would hardly find him a match.

At this moment, he couldn’t help but start to doubt.

His choice of snake genes, had it been too rash?

Not strong enough.

The opponent clearly showed no signs of modification, but paradoxically seemed more like a modified being than the modifiers themselves, not only possessing immense strength but also, faster than even himself by more than just a margin.

What was more, this battle technique, which required countless combat experiences to hone, was unexpectedly surpassed by this young man.

"Why?"

Hiroshi Tanaka couldn’t comprehend.

Despite his decades of immersion in sword arts, finding himself completely constrained, unable to fully utilize his skills,

he even felt,

Had it not been for his holding the Peerless Treasure Knife, if the opponent had dared to confront him directly, he probably wouldn’t have been able to withstand even one or two moves.

Zhou Ping’an’s swordplay was continuous and meticulous, like silk and cocoon, yet also like the rippling waters of spring.

Once entangled, it would drag the person into a tempestuous whirlpool.

This feeling was very real.

Hiroshi Tanaka dared not stop his fierce rushing and slashing; he knew that any hesitation in his attacks would immediately lead to severe consequences.

The two’s energies intertwined.

Like spinning tops, once begun, there was no stopping them.

"Have I reached my limit?"

Zhou Ping’an’s blade strikes grew faster and more urgent.

Within three feet in front of him, a hazy mass of blade shadows appeared, like roaring waves advancing in layers.

The figure that had just retreated from the corridor pressed forward again.

The edge of the blade turned the side walls into dust, slicing them like sand.

It was completely severed and shattered by the sword energy.

Hiroshi Tanaka only felt as if engulfed by vast surging waves, barely distinguishing where his opponent was, desperately combating the pervasive blade light.

He could neither advance in his attack nor retreat.

At this moment, he no longer sought victory, only to avoid defeat.

Just to hold on a little longer.

With such rapid handling of the blade, even his modified body was struggling to keep up, his heart felt as if it would burst; he could not believe that his opponent could keep this up indefinitely.

"I don’t believe you can keep attacking like this..."

Hiroshi Tanaka gritted his teeth.

He suddenly realized that staying here was a huge mistake.

The opponent was gradually revealing more and more of his cards.

Powerful enough to drive one to despair.

Zhou Ping’an’s long sword in hand did not stop, he muttered with a cold laugh, "Keep attacking? There’s no need for that."

As soon as the words were spoken, his long sword had already made nine consecutive slashes, each with a change in direction.

Three times faster than before.

The sword light turned into fine threads, agile as a Swallow Spirit, sweeping past Hiroshi Tanaka’s knife-handling right hand before he could react.

Hiroshi Tanaka was unaware, the pain had not even registered in his mind, and he was still frantically waving his arms, desperately blocking and slashing.

But he completely missed seeing his right hand and the pale blue long sword flying off, caught by Zhou Ping’an.

"Just checking out your sword technique, playing with you; did you really think you couldn’t be defeated?"

Zhou Ping’an, combining the strengths of two worlds’ sword techniques, Jin operations, and skills, was much stronger than Hiroshi Tanaka.

Especially the Wave Subduing Blade Technique, best at controlling the field.

Claimed to have unbreakable defense.

Utilizing the force, Dou Zhuan Xingyi.

Since Hiroshi Tanaka’s first strike from the secret room failed to wound him, he never had another chance.

He dissected Tanaka’s moves for dozens of rounds, only to have a thorough look at the sword technique of this famously labeled "Sword Ghost" of the Sakura Clan, to uncover any secrets in his blade handling.

The results left him both satisfied and dissatisfied.

He was satisfied because the Wind Greeting Blade Slash technique indeed had merits, particularly noticeable in increasing attack speed.

Directly learned and usable on the fly.

It became another method against enemies.

He was dissatisfied because.

The opponent seemed to have only practiced this one move back and forth.

Decades spent on a single move naturally leads to the philosophy that knowing thousands of moves is inferior to excelling at one.

That was disappointing.

After slashing off Hiroshi Tanaka’s wrist, Zhou Ping’an’s figure flickered, catching the pale blue long sword while his right hand’s blade light rotated again, transforming into a streak of light that slashed across the leaping Hiroshi Tanaka’s legs before burying into the tunnel’s end, within the stone wall.

He disregarded Hiroshi Tanaka as he struggled and wailed on the ground, having lost a hand and both legs.

Grasping the pale blue long sword, he looked joyfully at the two ancient seal characters on it.

"Cang Yue..."

Although Zhou Ping’an was not particularly versed in calligraphy.

He could still vaguely recognize these characters.

"So, what is the origin of this sword?"

Zhou Ping’an looked towards Hiroshi Tanaka, finding his eyes closed, clearly determined not to answer any question.

"Your heartbeat and emotional fluctuations have told me that you don’t want me to know the origins of this sword, which means it involves me, and concerning myself recently, there is the treasure from General Wenshan’s Tomb. Could it be this sword was also unearthed at the same time?"

Although Hiroshi Tanaka did not answer, nor did he open his eyes.

Zhou Ping’an smiled; he already had his answer.

"Call my sister and the others, let’s take all these people back, and don’t kill Hiroshi Tanaka for now. I’ll interrogate him personally."

After his soul enhancement, possessing the magical emotion sensing, Zhou Ping’an could guess what his opponent deliberately hid during the interrogation.

In fact, by this time, he was somewhat clear.

Hongxing Underground Boxing Gym was just a pawn exposed by the people behind the scenes.

Merely removing this pawn was useless.

They had to flush out all the principal agents.

Of course, finding them was not very difficult.

So many genetically modified warriors had appeared, and from what he heard from Gold Forest Blood Tiger about something to do with the "laboratory."

With a direction, how could the destination be hard to find?