Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 221 - 191: Leading the Ferocious Beast, Continuous Artillery Fire

Chapter 221: Chapter 191: Leading the Ferocious Beast, Continuous Artillery Fire

"Blood Eagle Egg?"

Zhou Ping’an didn’t react immediately, figuring out what rank of ferocious beast the Blood Eagle was.

After all, he had graduated from the Dongjiang Security Academy, where the subjects mostly involved case-solving and psychology, and the academy didn’t have a specialized department for wildlife biology.

"Commander Rank, it’s a Commander Rank ferocious beast, a City-Destroyer monster..."

The leader from Blackwater Security Company said, his voice becoming very sharp, almost crying.

"The Blood Eagles of Bloody Eagle Cliff are particularly protective of their food, especially their offspring... No one dares to provoke them on normal days..."

"Spread out, quick, spread out, every man for himself!"

With a whoosh.

The crowd exploded into chaos.

They had disregarded the earlier suggestion by Zhou Ping’an about first letting half the group go.

However, their actions were still too late.

In the northwestern sky, atop the high mountains, a sudden roar erupted.

It was like thunder rumbling from the horizon, shocking everyone’s hearts.

"Here it comes."

Zhou Ping’an looked up.

He saw a streak of blood-red shadow slicing through the sky, its surrounding airflow boiling, twisting, and creating white ripples.

What had just been a tiny shadow blinked and was already three kilometers close in the sky.

"Supersonic speed..."

Zhou Ping’an’s eyes narrowed into slits.

He finally understood what the imminent crisis was all about.

The person who had set up this trap was definitely cunning and vicious.

It was clear that they used these hundred-plus people, along with Tang Tang’s Police Security, as bait. Once he entered the trap, it was the perfect moment to strike.

Now their situation, though revealed early by pulling out the mole within the merchant group, didn’t look much better.

Without thinking, he threw the Blood Eagle Egg back into his backpack and exerted force with one arm...

"Ha..."

The backpack turned into a speck of light - with Zhou Ping’an’s nearly ten thousand jin of strength, it was thrown a kilometer away, disappearing from sight.

"Protective over its food, is it? Go save your own egg then," he muttered.

Zhou Ping’an’s blade moved like thunder, slashing like lightning at several attacking fierce beasts, while protecting his group as they broke through towards Dongjiang City.

Fortunately,

As the egg shattered, the figure of the Commander Rank ferocious beast appeared in the sky, and the bloodthirsty fierce beasts seemed suddenly suppressed.

Most of them turned and fled.

A few, however, rushed around headlessly like flies without heads, injuring some people but no longer interested in feeding.

As long as the Blood Eagle was distracted by its own egg, protecting the group and getting close to Dongjiang early meant victory.

The city’s defense cannons should be able to stop this fierce bird.

That was the only thought left.

Zhou Ping’an realized that once the fierce bird’s flying speed had broken the sound barrier, he basically abandoned the idea of forcibly confronting it.

This speed meant a lot of things.

In Another World, Monk Guangming was able to temporarily break the sound barrier in a short burst of time by using full-power bursts of True Qi when fleeing.

It wasn’t his normal speed.

Yet, this bird, as big as a house, was breaking that speed just by flying with its body alone.

One could imagine how formidable its muscles and bones were.

As Zhou Ping’an threw the backpack, the blood-red shadow seemed completely enraged and let out a piercing scream.

It didn’t change course but kept its eyes fixed on Zhou Ping’an, its head lowered and wings raised back...

Dive.

...

The Blood Eagle had not yet landed.

The fierce wind pressure had already hit everyone.

All felt a throbbing nausea...

Even the security guards of Blackwater Company were pressed down to the ground; their hands held down tightly, unable to even lift their guns.

Amidst the shrieking,

The sounds of dozens, even hundreds, of cries seemed particularly weak.

Even with Zhou Ping’an’s sharp ears, they were somewhat indistinct.

"Clever beast, smarter than I thought."

Feeling an almost invisible sharp wind piercing towards his eyes, Zhou Ping’an marveled inwardly while his actions remained swift.

The blade light spread out.

A cyan ripple emanated around him, the blade light fine as silk, twisting and unwinding the force as it met the sharp wind.

The blade force sank.

Zhou Ping’an twisted his body, dragging his blade in a slanting charge, and saw a black, iron-like talon whistling past, roaring as it swept by his side.

The Police Security uniform fluttered and shattered like paper caught in the talon wind.

In mental induction,

In the sky, the red shadow covered heaven, and one blood-red wing like a guillotine blade followed, swooshing sharply down.

And that eagle head, as large as a water barrel, suddenly retracted, its beak slightly open, revealing fierce fangs.

’Claw strike, wing slash, and finally the fatal beak peck...’

This great bird seemed to possess the essence of combat techniques, coupled with its unmatched speed.

Zhou Ping’an was almost unable to keep up with its speed.

The opponent was at full momentum.

He could not retreat; retreating would mean being attacked from behind, putting him in a passive position.

Zhou Ping’an faced the swooping blood wing, advancing instead of retreating, his body suddenly bursting into nine afterimages as he rushed beneath the Blood Eagle’s wings.

Avoiding the vital heart...

The long blade’s light flowed, a bright and fierce light flaring up.

Ninth Level Wave Stacking, Supreme Yang and Rigidity, unleashed with the momentum of a slash.

A blade for a blade.

Shi...

A crescent moon rose up from the ground.

Amidst the sharp cries of the Blood Eagle.

Light and shadow flashed one after another.

Zhou Ping’an, like a cannonball, flew backwards for dozens of meters and smashed into a small hill.

He struck the limestone hill, creating a hole, and half of the hillside collapsed.

However, the Blood Eagle, sinking and then rising, emitted sharp cries intermingled with hints of pain.

Whoo...

A torrent of pale golden blood gushed out like a downpour.

Drenching those collapsed on the ground, covering their heads and faces...

"It’s injured, the root of the Blood Eagle’s wing is injured."

Some of the bolder ones looked up, a trace of surprise in their hearts despite having been blown about by the recent collision’s gust, tumbling with injuries all over, yet finally seeing a glimmer of hope for survival.

The horde of ferocious beasts fled in all directions like their lives depended on it.

No longer caring about pursuing them.

And those with knowledge among them all knew that once a beast was injured, it became more dangerous and particularly vengeful.

Even a Commander Rank fierce bird couldn’t escape this rule.

At this moment, it would definitely pursue the opponent who had struck it.

Only hoping...

"Ping’an!"

Tang Tang cried out in shock, no longer caring about the previously discussed strategy, and charged forward frantically, shooting as she sprinted.

But with her marksmanship and reaction speed, she couldn’t keep up with the bloody figure’s speed.

Although the left wing of the opponent was injured, it was still fast enough that only a blur could be seen.

Between flashes, the violent wind roared, and it had already pounced in front of the collapsed rocky hillside.

This time, the eagle’s claws led the way, sharp as hooks.

Under the claw wind, rocks shattered into dust.

Zhou Ping’an sighed, his body that seemed forcibly struggling to rise, suddenly increased in speed multifold.

The blade light spun around his body, lightly tapping on the dark eagle’s claw, borrowing force to leap into the air, turning into a faint smoke, already recoiling upwards.

His body bounced and sprang, covering a hundred meters in a leap.

A faint trail of blood followed behind him in the air.

The Blood Eagle, like a maggot attached to bone, emitted a shrieking cry almost deafening, and thunderously pursued.

Perhaps because one wing was injured, the Blood Eagle clearly no longer possessed its previous speed, flying erratically and no sound barrier could be heard.

But it was still fast.

Both man and eagle, surpassing the sight of all onlookers in speed, had just shot from their spots when the heavens above boomed again.

The partially collapsed rocky hill suddenly turned entirely into dust.

Dust shot up to the sky, debris flying all around, leaving a huge crater at the original spot, with flames surging like waves.

Zhou Ping’an abruptly halted his advancing steps, his body dragging out an arched afterimage, moving sideways, undulating again and rushing out nearly a hundred meters.

Behind him, "boom boom boom," flames rose again, creating a small mushroom-shaped cloud of smoke and dust.

"Goodness."

"The killer move is here..."

Although Zhou Ping’an was fast, running in irregular zigzags, he still felt a heaviness in his chest.

The uniform on his back had been splattered with rock fragments and shockwaves, shredded and ragged, and his urge to kill intensified.

One after another, two cannons targeted him.

Calculating even the lead time precisely.

Clearly, the person firing the cannon was a very skilled gunner.

Though the Blood Eagle was behind...

Bullets with wings seemed not to aim at the opponent at all.

The deeper meaning was quite clear.

By this time, Zhou Ping’an had basically figured out all the details of this assassination.

What lay ahead were all lures, not worth mentioning further.

The key was that the opponent seemed to not underestimate him at all.

Choosing to fire the cannon precisely when he and the Blood Eagle were tangled in a life-or-death struggle.

At this moment, it was logical to assume that basically no one would be able to pay attention to activities in other directions.

Facing the cannonade, caught off guard, one would surely be blasted substantially.

Even if not blown into pieces on the spot, one would still be left severely wounded and dying.

After that, whether facing the Blood Eagle’s next attack or facing the next round of cannon fire, there would only be one way out: death.

The opponent’s calculations were meticulous, with each part interlocking.

They must know him very well, and moreover, they possessed tremendous power.

A face surfaced in Zhou Ping’an’s mind.

His thoughts were whirling.

Yet his speed became even more agile, moving through forests and over ridges, turning subtly into a swift arrow, charging straight towards the source of the cannon fire.

Occasionally, his blade light soared to the sky, clashing harshly with the Blood Eagle.

Yet it hardly affected his speed.

In the span of three breaths, he dodged three cannon blasts and advanced over a mile.

Trees broke along his path, and smoke and dust billowed...

"Quick, aim properly, what are you doing?"

"Everyone pay attention, block the front, Group A, 30 degrees east, Group B, 45 degrees southeast..."

"He’s approaching too quickly."

"Remember, do not strike that Blood Eagle, do not attract hatred..."

Several shouts rang out together.

Just as Zhou Ping’an reached the foot of the mountain, a flash of blood appeared behind him, and as the cannon fire burst anew, he leaped into the air, feeling himself locked by seven or eight glances.

His brow, throat, chest, and abdomen, all felt chill at the same time.