Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 291 - 258: Shattering the Heavens, Nowhere to Hide

Chapter 291: Chapter 258: Shattering the Heavens, Nowhere to Hide

"It’s not..."

Luo Hao’s expression changed dramatically.

A phrase "It wasn’t me" couldn’t be completely exclaimed before he suddenly got attacked, his face revealing a hint of pain.

He couldn’t believe it.

It felt so unfair.

It hurt.

As he saw the fierce punch coming at him like a landslide,

he knew he couldn’t possibly catch it.

At best, his muscles and bones would be broken; at worst, his heart would be directly shattered.

Startled, he raised his arms only three inches, nowhere near enough to guard his chest.

His body trembled all over.

He flew backward like a ball,

so quickly that his massive body even pulled out a sonic boom.

His back arched slightly from the impact as he hurled straight towards the Director of Household Affairs, the "Iron-faced Scholar" Li Shida.

"This is bad."

Everyone who witnessed this scene had their minds go blank.

They couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.

They saw Luo Hao being sent flying towards Li Shida, who looked as frail as a skeleton being unable to withstand a gust of wind.

They thought, whether Luo Hao would be killed by the punch or not was uncertain, but Li Shida’s frail body would definitely not endure it.

If hit, he would surely die.

It wasn’t just the onlookers who thought so.

Li Shida thought the same.

At this moment, his actions were quicker than his thoughts.

With a lifting and pulling motion of his palm, Luo Hao’s body flew sideways and crashed to the ground.

As Luo Hao’s body went flying,

Li Shida’s face turned pale.

He realized the strong and domineering impact he imagined didn’t occur.

In fact, Luo Hao’s whole body, which was sent flying, seemed like a feather that had lost all its momentum right in front of him.

Even without a block, he would have stopped in place.

But he, unfortunately, blocked it.

Moreover, he used an extremely skillful technique to deflect Luo Hao’s falling trajectory.

This damned instinctive reaction.

Before he could react again,

a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and a fist was already magnifying in his field of vision.

This time, it was silent and hit right before his chest.

A light chuckle was heard in his ear, "Ha, found you."

The punch arrived without a sound, stirring up ripples of soft strength.

Instead of the energy scattering outward, it collapsed inward like a violent whirlpool, as if a deep-sea vortex had formed on the spot.

An infinite amount of energy converged on the fist, pulling the frail scholar’s entire body into a fixed position, ready to suffer the impact of the punch.

"Impossible."

Disbelief was written all over Li Shida’s face.

His body suddenly became stronger, his muscles and bones expanded, his skin split, and a dark aura rose.

A massive force burst forth, surging in all directions.

In the midst of the chaos, his palms crossed in front of his chest, forming the "Immovable Fundamental Seal," his feet shifted slightly, and he shrank back more than twenty yards through a gap in the crowd.

Only then did he barely neutralize the unparalleled force of the punch to his chest.

"Clang..."

The sound of a hammer striking iron resounded in everyone’s ears only then, causing a faint pain in their eardrums.

Li Shida, no, he was no longer Li Shida.

The middle-aged man’s body transformed, changing his appearance; a face that was over forty years old had become twenty years younger.

His eyes gleamed with blood, his hair was disheveled, his eyebrows sharp as blades...

On his gaunt and handsome cheeks, black patterns emerged, making him look extraordinarily sinister.

His arms were slightly twisted and deformed, the bones bent by Zhou Ping’an’s punch.

The chest also caved in, revealing a deep fist imprint.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His expression was slightly defeated.

But his true nature could still be recognized.

"Li Yuankang..."

Those who recognized this former County Magistrate’s son exclaimed his name.

Caught off guard just now, Li Yuankang could no longer control his power. Although he barely blocked Zhou Ping’an’s punch and wasn’t severely injured, his true identity was exposed.

"Such cunning, such skill. I had no inkling something was amiss; how on earth did you recognize me?

I believed I hadn’t shown any flaw."

Li Yuankang’s eyes, though still fierce, filled with confusion.

Over the past ten days or so,

he had applied all his learning, devoted himself to handling various conflicts for Qingyang City, distributing money and grain, and arranging for production.

With his cleverness and wisdom, these seemingly intricate and perplexing mundane matters, which appeared difficult to manage for ordinary people, weren’t too challenging for him.

Even that could be considered very good.

Even if it were the true academic educator Li Shida, he couldn’t have done better than him.

After all, where did the problem arise?

How did his identity get exposed?

He couldn’t figure it out.

...

Zhou Ping’an did not pursue.

The purpose of the first punch at Luo Hao was not to injure this foolish big guy but to use Luo Hao’s highly conspicuous figure to stage a grand play.

The purpose of this play was simple, to attract attention and to cause a momentary cessation of thought.

No one can maintain a cool head in the face of sudden changes and stick to their disguise.

Even if Li Yuankang had a brilliant mind, it would be of no use.

Because he couldn’t escape his own instincts.

When he realized that the force of Luo Hao’s impact was just a bluff.

He had already made a choice.

That was the true test.

Unfortunately, he did not pass.

Zhou Ping’an’s second punch was the real attack.

It wasn’t a killing move, but a repulsion.

Because he wasn’t certain whether Li Yuankang, after his rapid progress over time, might have developed some strange new moves.

Could he counterattack at the brink of death? Wiping out many of the talents he had obtained with so much difficulty.

When experts compete, the slightest difference can count for everything. If someone wishes to drag a large group of ordinary people down with them when there is no way out, the resulting power is unimaginable.

Frankly speaking, Zhou Ping’an wasn’t sure if he could kill Li Yuankang with one blow.

He knew better than anyone.

Just how resistant to beating one becomes after mastering the "Five Desires Demonic Scripture".

Therefore, that punch was for repulsion.

To give the opponent a chance to live and to create an escape route for his ninety-five talents.

Soft Strength shot forth, and the Soft Strength of 300,000 battle power permeated through, yet still failed to completely lock down Li Yuankang’s leveraging and retreat, and it only managed to injure him.

The collapse of the sternum and the fractures in both arms are very fatal injuries for an ordinary person of the Jianghu.

But for Li Yuankang, it was nothing but a drizzle, hardly affecting his combat ability.

The faint sound of bones vibrating could be heard as his injuries slowly healed.

This was the terrifying aspect of a flesh body that had evolved at the cellular level.

Impervious to being rolled, hammered, or killed...

Seeing that Li Yuankang did not flee immediately, but wanted to make sense of his situation.

Zhou Ping’an stifled a laugh and shook his head gently, "You have too many flaws, the first of which is, your perception is wrong.

Yes, the fame of the ’Iron-faced Scholar’ indeed does not raise suspicion and even invites awe, making it hard for one to associate it with you.

But did you ever consider that in this world, there exists no one so selfless?

Especially at the end of a dynasty, as a scholar, you instead chose to sacrifice your own well-being to help others, preferring to mistreat your wife and children rather than neglect the common people...

You might think that satisfying tens of thousands of commoners is the greatest achievement.

But you forgot, within a span of twelve days and nights, due to your preoccupation with public duties and neglect of home affairs, you didn’t bring food for your wife and daughter, leaving them so hungry their faces turned pale...

Even your seven-year-old daughter caught a cold and developed pneumonia, and you had no idea."

"Just because of this?" Li Yuankang’s face contorted, as he never imagined that too perfect a personal image could also cause problems.

"Isn’t that enough?" Zhou Ping’an sighed.

He was actually the one most hoping he was wrong.

In modern society, with a history of thousands of years, such a character has only emerged once as "Hai Qingtian".

And then, the tale was passed down for more than a thousand years, driving people to marvel at its incredibility.

Here, in just a remote small county, such a person emerged—how could it not be fake?

In today’s world of moral decay and rampant refugees, the conditions for such people to arise simply do not exist.

Zhou Ping’an, fearing he might be wrong and end up injuring a saintlike subordinate, made a second probe.

"Li Yuankang, the second mistake you made was that when I handed you the list...

I was clearly standing to your left, so why did you reach out with your right hand to receive it?"

As he spoke these words.

Li Yuankang’s face finally showed a flash of realization.

"That’s right, you deliberately made irrelevant tangents, letting my guard down with trifling matters.

Passing me the list suddenly. Inadvertently, I used my uninjured right hand to take it...

While you are very aware that my left arm had once been severed by you, and thus, you would know that even if an arm is restored, for a long time afterward, one always feels as if they have no arm."

At this point, Li Yuankang clenched his teeth hard.

"Zhou Ping’an, I accept my defeat...

But if you think you can just leave me behind like this, you are mistaken."

As he spoke, he slightly raised his right foot and stomped down hard.

The ground within a ten-foot radius sank several feet with a rumble.

Black aura swirled around Li Yuankang, and above his head, illusory black horns seemed to sprout.

His figure blurred, and he moved to the left, where the barrier of houses and shrubs in front of him shredded like bubbles in the gale that surrounded him.

Ahead of him was Lin Huaiyu, who had drawn his weapon to block the escape route.

...

Seeking Monthly Pass.