Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 174 - 151: Killing Both the Body and the Heart (Please Subscribe, Requesting Monthly Pass)

Chapter 174: Chapter 151: Killing Both the Body and the Heart (Please Subscribe, Requesting Monthly Pass)

"So, it’s true that enough voices can turn falsehoods into gold, right and wrong can arbitrarily be switched—I’ve really seen it all now," Zhou Ping’an laughed heartily.

"Not having surveillance doesn’t matter."

He pointed to his collar and added, "Your hotel here couldn’t possibly be without playback equipment...

Come on, bring over a player and watch the great show I’ve recorded.

I really hope that after watching, you can still be so tough-talking."

Spiritual Charm, this kind of skill.

Zhou Ping’an wasn’t quite clear on how the Little Queen, Su Wenjing, had mastered it.

But it was nothing more than genetic transformation, and the transplantation of beast-like skills.

He didn’t believe that in a time when martial arts had completely declined, and genetic enhancement, advanced weapons, and quick and brutal combat skills were prevalent, there was still someone researching techniques like Spiritual Meditation and achieving success.

This could be seen from the way Su Wenjing used her mental powers.

She used them indiscriminately, without selection.

Moreover, the effect was extremely mild.

Despite being useless on her, she had used this charm on herself repeatedly.

Thus, allowing her to uncover its secrets.

Therefore, one could deduce that her abilities were recently acquired, and she could not control them precisely nor were they very powerful.

If it were another enemy, it wouldn’t matter, but trying to use them against him was nothing more than a novice attempting to teach a master.

"Bring over a computer."

Councilman Sun’s eyes lit up, struggling out of a bewildering state of mind, and he instructed the staff.

"Trying to buy time, take him down."

He saw his plans about to collapse immediately.

Tan Shaoyang looked surprised, cursing silently in his heart.

Who would have recording equipment while eating and dancing? This person must be mad.

However, if he were to let the images and sounds play, this act could no longer continue.

He could only act fast, pin down the man’s crimes so nobody would advocate for him later.

He was indeed quick-witted, thinking of the promise made by the other party, he made up his mind instantly without bothering to pretend to vomit blood from the injury.

With a leap like an arrow, he whooshed to Zhou Ping’an’s front, swaying from side to side in his sprint, delivering a fast and hidden sweeping kick...

With no sign from his shoulders or waist, his left leg transformed into a soft whip, cracking the air explosively, already thundering towards Zhou Ping’an’s right neck.

This strike was like that of a jungle leopard, precise, swift, and fierce.

By the time everyone saw clearly and let out a half-gasp, the leg was almost making contact.

"The dagger reveals itself at the end of the road?"

Zhou Ping’an’s lips curled into a cold smirk.

But he didn’t move, his left hand shot up lightning-fast, reaching for the incoming leg.

He felt an overwhelming force surging toward him, his fingers trembled, skin, bones, and muscles all producing a resonant clang, with fine rippling waves appearing layer upon layer.

Inside his palm, the air vibrated, already forming a small vortex.

"Six thousand kilograms of force, probably still not enough..."

He bared his teeth in a grin, then suddenly retracted his hand and lunged forward to grasp.

A thunderous booming sound erupted from the palm.

"No..."

Tan Shaoyang considered his fist and leg techniques to be extremely subtle and profound.

Moreover, he was well-versed in both Eastern and Western fighting techniques...

This kicking maneuver was sudden and fierce, and even in unrestricted combat arenas, opponents who faced such an attack could only dodge to avoid it and then deal with his Whirlwind Sweep Kick.

He had even prepared that if this kick missed, he would immediately sink down, stomp the ground, spin, and deliver a two-stage kick—first the knee, then the head.

All kinds of contingencies, smoothly flowing as if by instinct.

Just as his ankle was caught by Zhou Ping’an, all potential moves ground to a halt.

The leg, which prioritized speed and stealth, might not have reached its maximum force, but with its six to seven thousand kilograms of power, it could bend or break a steel column thick as an arm, hinting at its fearsome might.

But striking Zhou Ping’an’s palm.

It was like hitting a thick, spring-loaded steel-sheathed release board.

All the force fully applied was swallowed up and nullified, faintly rebounding with infinite springiness.

What was most outrageous wasn’t even that.

It was feeling his leg, once kicked out, no longer under his control, unable to be retracted.

Like a noodle, yanked and grasped solidly.

"Crack!"

Amongst the sound of splintering bones.

Tan Shaoyang’s left leg, from the ankle up to the shinbone, was shattered into powder, flesh muddied.

It was grasped and exploded.

He screamed in agony, retreating frantically, tearing off the flesh, not even wanting the half-severed leg.

He clearly felt an overwhelming crisis.

"Hmph!"

His sense was not wrong.

As Tan Shaoyang instinctively severed his leg to survive, tumbling back to dodge.

A leg shadow lifted off the ground, whipping up a violent wind, and with a speed too fast to see clearly, it heavily booted his chest.

Boom...

Like striking a heavy drum.

The entire hall shook momentarily.

Tan Shaoyang’s body, like a kite with its string cut, was shot backward, directly smashing into the wall, his chest caved in, skeletal structure fractured, embedding into the steel-reinforced concrete wall, stuck firmly.

Madly vomiting blood.

This time, the blood was real...

The shadow of the person split and merged.

The thunderous roaring buzz of the leg splitting the air, just ringing by the ears, Tan Shaoyang was already utterly defeated, severely injured and stuck in the wall.

It was only then that everyone let out a first cry of horror and scream.

"Wasn’t it said that Tan Shaoyang was a D-class peak fighter, an extremely formidable boxer? To be so easily defeated."

"Not good, Zhou Ping’an has been hiding his strength, catching a six to seven thousand kilogram kick single-handedly without even moving his feet."

"This man, extremely dangerous..."

Before everyone’s minds could even turn around this thought.

Behind Zhou Ping’an, three gunshots rang out.

Pop pop pop...

The sound of gunfire echoed in the hall, sounding particularly harsh.

Then, holes appeared in the back of Zhou Ping’an’s Police Security uniform.

Fabric flew around.

"Be careful!"

Tang Tang, startled and angry, lunged forward two steps but then stopped.

She noticed that as the fabric flew, three bullets tinkled and fell to the ground.

The copper-colored bullet cores were flattened like thin pancakes, distorted beyond recognition.

Zhou Ping’an turned to face Yao Zhenbang who was still aiming his gun at him, "Very good, trying to assassinate me with a pistol without even triggering my crisis perception, I must admit, you are very talented."

He didn’t even need to dodge such pistol bullets, first letting a few shots confirm the perpetrator’s crime.

A murderous intent surged in Zhou Ping’an’s heart.

As he spoke, he reached out his hand to block in front of him and quickly bent forward to rush.

With a heavy step, stones flew from the ground, leaving a deep depression.

With a flash, he was already in front of Yao Zhenbang.

Yao Zhenbang reacted quickly, clenched his teeth, and fired three shots in rapid succession, but it didn’t stop Zhou Ping’an’s charge.

By then, everyone could clearly see.

The bullets struck Zhou Ping’an’s exposed forearms, were deflected away, and only left small white marks.

Meanwhile, Zhou Ping’an reached out and grabbed Yao Zhenbang’s right hand along with the pistol in his palm.

With his fingers closing, he yanked hard, tearing the arm from the shoulder of the leader.

Then with a backhand slap looming to hit Yao Zhenbang’s head...

For someone who shot at him secretly, there was nothing much to discuss.

He gave no regard to Yao Zhenbang’s Police Security status.

Carrying a gun privately.

And bringing it to this award ceremony with malicious intent.

Whatever the reason, there was no clear explanation.

Himself defending and retaliating in anger, one wouldn’t even face any disciplinary action.

Seeing the furious force of the wind, that one slap, once landed, would surely burst Yao Zhenbang’s head open like a watermelon.

"Show mercy."

A hurried shout resonated beside his ears.

Zhou Ping’an’s hand paused, stopping three inches above Yao Zhenbang’s forehead.

The wind from his palm blew, vibrating the air, causing Yao Zhenbang’s hair and muscles to shiver, his eyes revealing joy as if he escaped from death.

He didn’t die.

The one shouting for a halt was naturally Captain Wang, Wang Yulin. He said in a grave tone, "Yao Zhenbang broke the discipline and the law, harboring malicious intentions, shooting his colleagues right before everyone’s eyes, there must be hidden reasons, spare his life, and interrogate him afterward..."

That was a valid point.

Zhou Ping’an knew Captain Wang was lying through his teeth, but, in front of so many people, he had no choice but to give him face.

Otherwise, disobeying a superior’s command would seem too unruly and overbearing, affecting his own reputation.

Zhou Ping’an’s gaze flickered slightly.

"Fine, then let’s spare his life."

Zhou Ping’an gently patted Yao Zhenbang’s shoulder, where the Nine Turns Subduing Wave Soft Strength had already turned into a tidal wave, infiltrating his organs.

"How much is a month’s salary for you to risk your life like this? How does it benefit you by harming me?"

Towards Yao Zhenbang, Zhou Ping’an’s hatred suddenly vanished, as there was nothing much to say to a man fated to die.

Thinking back to when the other party seized the opportunity and almost caught him and imprisoned him, using all sorts of methods, he felt somewhat emotional.

In the end, it was he who grew faster.

Everything has causes and consequences.

If you dare to do it, you must dare to accept responsibility.

No matter what his identity or status, it’s all the same.

"Now, there’s nothing much else to say, right?"

After Zhou Ping’an delivered a palm strike imbued with hidden energy to Yao Zhenbang, he immediately turned his gaze toward Tan Shaoyang, who was stuck in the wall.

At that moment, this elegant young master had a face as ghastly as a ghost.

The real estate giant, Tan Wendong, had tear-filled eyes as he called out his name, but it was as if Tan Shaoyang couldn’t hear him at all.

Exposed arms and face abruptly grew thick silver fur, and his body inflated like a blown-up ball, emitting an extremely fierce aura.

Boom...

Tan Shaoyang’s back twisted, and he leaped down from the wall, landing on one leg on the ground, having transformed into a figure over two meters tall.

His chest and waist were extremely tough. A low roar came from his throat, and his eyes, blood-red, fixed dead on Zhou Ping’an.

With a single leap, the ground under his foot already showed signs of collapse.

The surrounding celebrities retreated continuously in shock.

"Genetic transformation..."

"Silver Bear!"

"Quick, guards, guards..."

Zhou Ping’an was not surprised by this situation at all.

His mental induction had already sensed an extremely strong and wild fierce energy in Tan Shaoyang’s chest area earlier.

The leg counterattack wasn’t unintentional, but a direct strike with the Third Level Wave Stacking Force that burst that fierce energy uncontrollably.

Killing him outright? What would that accomplish?

It wouldn’t just make him an enemy to a major real estate dealer in Linhai, but his own name would still not be cleared.

Possibly, he could even be accused of murder to cover up his own misdeeds.

Therefore, Zhou Ping’an kindly revealed the true face of this real estate young master, letting his currently inhuman and ghostly appearance be fully exposed while also letting his insane bloodthirsty nature erupt completely.

At this moment.

Now, tell me, who was wronged?

Who is the real victim?

Not only must you kill, but you also must kill the spirit.

Zhou Ping’an felt that he had to live up to the uniform he was wearing.

To say he would kill you meant just that, and moreover, he would make it indisputable to everyone.

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