Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 206 - 178: The Unparalleled Difficulties of Death Through the Ages_2

Chapter 206: Chapter 178: The Unparalleled Difficulties of Death Through the Ages_2

Submerged Wave Jin borrowed force to cancel out force, and the power reversed.

He reversed all the force exerted by both his own strength and the Holy Armor Strength that Paul used, snapping the opponent’s bones as effortlessly as crushing a straw stem.

The reversal of strength was one thing.

Operating "Ninth Level Ghost Shadow Step" at full force with the skill, Shadowless Under the Sun, he was already at the opponent’s side, unnoticed; that alone warranted a death sentence.

This clarified things for him.

Genetically Modified Strength might be powerful, with all kinds of peculiar abilities.

However, there seemed to be a huge issue with these people’s control over their strength.

If the fight was going their way, they could unleash all their power, and they might appear formidable.

But if they were caught by surprise, even so-called "experts" of this level weren’t much to look at.

Elena barely blinked before she saw an additional person appear on the spot, Paul let out a roar, and before even making a proper move, his neck was snapped by someone.

Startled, she screamed and eight clawed legs emerged from beneath her skirt; her first reaction wasn’t to attack, but to leap and slam into the living room side wall, trying to break through and escape.

At the same time, a ball of white light formed in her mouth, rapidly spinning into countless threads, ready to weave a net to intercept.

"If I were you, I wouldn’t be thinking about running away at this time."

Zhou Ping’an chuckled lightly.

A cyan light, like ripples on water, spread outwards.

The web of silk Elena had expelled, only as big as a tabletop, was cloven in two by a wave of blue saber light.

The saber light met almost no resistance, flashing as it chopped off her eight limbs and broke through the sturdy outer wall...

Multicolored intestines spilled out with a whoosh, scattering all over the ground.

Elena’s upper body flew onto the wall, lost momentum, and then toppled down, her mouth agape, capable only of emitting piercing screams.

"I’m actually quite curious where all the flesh and blood you’ve consumed has gone?"

Zhou Ping’an glanced sideways, grimaced; "Never mind, I won’t ask, it’s too unpleasant to hear."

As he spoke, he turned his long sword and thrust it fiercely.

A streak of saber light transformed into a blazing white ray, piercing through Elena’s brow.

With a thud...

Her beautiful head, like an exploding bomb, shattered; blood mist sprayed in all directions, but upon nearing Zhou Ping’an, was repelled by his aura and slowly fell to the ground, soaking it with a crimson stain.

"Don’t... kill me."

Paul’s voice was exceedingly weak, with a slight tremble.

"If I die in Zhuxia, it won’t be good for your country or for Dongjiang. Many people will be buried with me.

Moreover, Eternal Life Group will retaliate with full force. You might not be worried about your own safety since you’re strong, but you’d be worried about the trouble, right?"

"Even your threats lack strength. Where is your pride? Where is your master? Let him come and try to save you..."

Zhou Ping’an shook his head.

Silently sensing the strange strength surging in the opponent’s body, he found that the power seemed to be concentrated around the heart—intense, cutting-edge, with extraordinary Life Force.

Even having his neck crushed, it seemed the guy was slowly repairing himself.

If he just left him be, it wouldn’t take an hour for the wound to heal completely.

Indeed there were some tricks.

"The power is strong, too bad you don’t know how to use it."

Zhou Ping’an, with a backhand slap, sent his palm strength sweeping in like a tidal wave, layer upon layer rushing into Paul’s mind, shaking all the tissues in his brain into a mushy mess.

Sensing the vital force disappearing into the air and no Archangel coming to the rescue, he then knew.

Imitated strength was, after all, just an imitation.

In the end, the power Paul wielded was still made of flesh and cells, the potential unearthed at a genetic level.

All kinds of peculiar phenomena might just be in accord with some principles of this world—unlikely to be understood by him at the moment.

Of course, Paul understood even less.

He couldn’t even master his own power.

.........

"Chairman Chen, I believe this is our first meeting, yet it feels like we’ve known each other for a long time. Do you have any last words? Speak them if you do."

Zhou Ping’an sincerely advised, "Let’s not talk about hate or vengeance. To be honest, you’ve been a big help to me... This mirror, this Tiger Talisman, and this Cang Yue’s precious blade, all thanks to you..."

"Can I not die?"

Throughout the ages, death is the only difficulty.

Chen Guangyuan had thought he wasn’t afraid of death.

But when death was at his doorstep, he found himself still frightened.

He was far from having lived enough.

As soon as he spoke those words, tears began to stream down his face.

He finally understood.

Being unafraid of death is just not fearing the death of others; when it comes to oneself, the fear is real.

"The way you say it, those piles of bones at the biological base also didn’t want to die, they must have begged as well, right?"

Zhou Ping’an scoffed.

"Your family is still waiting for you to reunite with them."

Having said his piece, Zhou Ping’an lost any interest in saying more.

Now that he had the mirror in his possession, he could feel the excitement and pulsation of the birthmark on his wrist.

This was naturally not the time to inspect it.

Heavy footsteps were approaching from the distance, the sound of a large group of people hastening over.

With one slash,

Chen Guangyuan’s head flew up into the air, his eyes still filled with reluctance and regret.

Who knows whether he regretted not simply taking a boat and leaving, never to return...

After Zhou Ping’an killed Chen Guangyuan with one slash, he picked up a briefcase next to the old man’s seat, weighed it, and without looking closely, his figure blurred as he prepared to pass through the hall.

After a moment’s thought, he stopped, turned back, and punched the red-haired woman in the cheongsam, who was staring blankly with her head down, in the chest.

The woman seemed to be called Fire Phoenix. Wu Shi had called from the dock, detailing the scene completely, so Zhou Ping’an was aware.

The punch wasn’t to kill her, to eliminate the last witness.

It was to save her.

As for what the Resistance Organization was exactly, with Zhou Ping’an’s Police Security level, he hadn’t come into contact with it yet.

But having heard their rhetoric over Wu Shi’s phone call, he agreed with their anti-foreigner actions.

If it was within his power to save someone, he wouldn’t stand by idly and watch.

His fist struck the woman’s heart.

A series of heavy shadows burst forth.

A half-solid, half-ethereal little beetle buzzed as it was forced out of the woman, crushed by Zhou Ping’an’s formidable energy, pulverized into a ripple that dissipated in the air.

After throwing the punch, Zhou Ping’an hesitated no longer.

His body cast nine faint afterimages as he rushed out the door, and in a flash, all trace of him was gone.

Shadowless Under the Sun, bending the light around him and warping the vision of everyone nearby.

Making him invisible and inaudible to others.

This Light-Weight Step Technique, in the modern world, was so advanced it was almost like a spell, especially against ordinary people. It was like being invisible, with no worry of being discovered.

Having just dashed out of Green Water Villa and crossed a street,

Zhou Ping’an heard intensive gunfire and violent explosions back at the estate.

He also saw a burst of flame rise suddenly.

"Is this, clearing the traces for me?"

Feeling the slightly familiar burst of fiery energy, Zhou Ping’an curled his lips in a light chuckle, disappearing among the crowd.

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Seeking a Monthly Pass.