Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 297 - 264 Nine Turns Borrowing Strength, Violently Counter Killing

Chapter 297: Chapter 264 Nine Turns Borrowing Strength, Violently Counter Killing

Fang Sheng explained with a smile, "It doesn’t matter who takes the obvious route or who does the assassinating. It’s all feasible.

As long as the trial is completed, everyone can benefit and return without worrying about the rewards...

I think this plan is feasible."

"Then who will carry out the assassination and who will draw the attention of Shanhe Manor?"

Zhou Ping’an glanced at the three of them and saw they were all eager to try, looking very confident.

After careful thought, he couldn’t find anything amiss.

If the intelligence was correct, this method wasn’t too bad.

What was really important was the selection of the executors, how to distribute the tasks.

Fang Sheng smiled even more brightly and clapped her hands, "Good question. The key to this strategy lies in whether the person executing the surprise assassination can do it swiftly.

In this regard, I do have some insights..."

As she spoke, her figure flashed and she appeared beside a large tree ten paces away. A glint of cold light shone from her sleeve, and her figure was already back to its original location.

The large pine tree trembled slightly and, with a whoosh, disintegrated into a cloud of sawdust...

Even the branches were shattered.

"A strike at the weak point?"

Zhou Ping’an had become somewhat numb to Fang Sheng’s lightning-fast movement technique, which was difficult to discern clearly.

What surprised him was the power of her sword just now.

Quite unscientific.

Just a touch from the sword light on a pine tree trunk as thick as two people hugging...

And yet, the entire giant tree fell apart.

This method of attack was simply inconceivable.

If he were to be stabbed by her with this sword technique, he wondered if he could withstand it?

For the first time, he felt some loss of confidence in his powerful muscular body.

"Haha, if Junior Sister Fang is willing to take on the most crucial role, we naturally have no objections.

It just so happens that Brother Zhou has mastered three martial arts skills to completion, excelling at prolonged and entangling battles;

And Brother He, with his peerless mastery of spear and shield, is balanced in offense and defense, making him the best candidate for interception...

How about the three of us launch a frontal assault together?"

"That suits me. If we can kill the Young Manor Master of Shanhe and seize his Shanhe Martial Intent and his Second Level Innate Talent Technique, there’ll be no difficulty in this trial."

He Sifang, the youth with a square face holding a spear and shield, raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at Zhou Ping’an with a look that seemed to have a hint of provocation.

Where on earth did that hostility come from?

"Brother Zhou needn’t pay it any mind. He Sifang’s targeting of you stemmed solely from his own brother’s death at the hands of Li Yuan, so he holds a grudge against the entire world, hating even your vessel of a body.

However, I’ve heard of his reputation. He’s known to be highly dependable and able to discern priorities.

The trial is crucial for the enhancement of innate skills; it’s very important, and he will not hold us back.

Remember, if anything goes awry, retreat immediately, don’t force yourself...

If you die here, although it won’t be true death, it will damage your spirit, and without months of rest, you won’t recover."

Fang Sheng whispered a few words of advice, before blending into the wind without another word—in the "bright" night, it was impossible to see where she had gone.

The others weren’t surprised but felt more assured instead.

The one in charge of the surprise assassination, the better hidden they are, the more sudden their attack, the greater the chance of completing the trial mission.

’So it’s possible to seize martial arts by killing Young Manor Master Xiao?’

Zhou Ping’an automatically dismissed the seemingly well-intentioned reminder from Fang Sheng.

Instead, he was very cautious about what the spear-wielding youth He Sifang had said.

’I wonder if it’s intentional or not, but he’s revealed a crucial piece of information.

In this scenario, killing someone allows you to seize their martial techniques or innate skills.’

’Then, the way Fang Sheng and Chen Guang eyed the Completion Martial Skill I displayed with a single strike, could they also be coveting it fervently?’

’And is their seemingly friendly demeanor really that genuine?’

Zhou Ping’an’s gaze was calm, seemingly without a thought.

He followed Chen Guang and He Sifang in a rush toward Shanhe Manor.

He Sifang’s rushing footsteps were fierce and sharp; with each step on the ground, the earth and stones around him would sink and burst open like a lotus flower.

And yet, despite his bulky and large frame, his movements were incredibly agile.

He moved like a heavy predator in the forest, pouncing on its prey, blending ferocity and elegance, clearly having cultivated a highly formidable stepping technique.

Leading the charge, he struck with just his shield, and the gate of Shanhe Manor, together with the surrounding walls, crumbled under the impact, the rocks scattering to reveal a huge breach.

The Guardian House Servants blocking the path.

They barely had time to react and shout before a massive shadow descended like a mountain.

A series of sounds of Muscles and Bones shattering resounded.

Bodies flew and burst into pieces.

"Excellent [Thunderous Strike], charging into the Central Hall, killing all the way to the backyard. Anyone in the way dies."

Chen Guang gave a low shout, his figure surging forward like a golden lightning bolt, flickering erratically to the left and right.

His pale golden palms alternated between forming fists, vertical Palm Blades, and pointing fingers.

In an instant, he used seven or eight sophisticated Martial Techniques.

Those hit by his Martial Intent, whether they were charging with weapons or shooting arrows, would end up immobilized the moment the golden light struck them.

The next instant, their bodies violently exploded, blood and mist spraying everywhere.

This man didn’t need weapons; his hands and fingers were the best weapons.

As long as he got close, with just a slight touch, he could inject his explosive strength into the opponent’s body, wreaking havoc within.

The technique was terrifying to the extreme.

Under the combined attack of these two,

they swept everything aside for over a hundred feet, leaving corpses everywhere.

Among the flames, the cries and screams of the people from Shanhe Manor formed a chorus of agony.

So much so that Zhou Ping’an, following behind, didn’t even get to strike once...

He couldn’t help but doubt his own judgment.

Could it be that this trial could actually succeed?

"Brave souls."

As the casualties inside the manor mounted,

from the direction of the back courtyard,

a furious roar suddenly erupted.

At the sound of the roar, Zhou Ping’an felt

as if the entire manor were on the brink of a volcanic eruption, shaking violently.

Tiles clattered to the ground, torches flickered, and leaves fluttered down...

His vision blurred.

A figure tore through the air, hurtling toward him with a thunderous roar.

In an instant, it was upon him.

A punch was thrown.

The fist wind howled, creating a vacuum all around.

"Block it!"

He Sifang and Chen Guang, who had been charging swiftly and striking brutally, both moved simultaneously, frantically retreating and conveniently exposing Zhou Ping’an to the brunt of the punch.

And as they retreated,

one of them, seemingly accidentally on purpose, swept his shield sideways, kicking up a fierce wind;

while the other waved his palm through the air, striking at nothing.

Two overwhelming forces, one to the left and one to the right, combined into a powerful undercurrent, blocking Zhou Ping’an’s path of retreat and sealing off his left and right sides.

He was forced to face the Shanhe Fist head-on.

"So this is the trap!"

"They never intended to complete the trial. The warning from Fang Sheng to retreat at any time, was it meant for this moment? But with the attack so close, how could I retreat?"

He felt the fist that filled the world and attacked his soul.

As if with one punch, it aimed to shatter him entirely...

Zhou Ping’an mustered all his energy, casting aside thoughts of life and death, honor and disgrace, as he drew his calm mind together and unsheathed his blade.

The blade light was like a clear autumn water.

Gently appearing before him, it formed an endless net of silk.

Boom...

Blocking ahead, the punch that seemed to carry the immense strength of mountains and rivers, suddenly trembled.

The long sword in Zhou Ping’an’s hand, as well as the round of netted blades he had swung, shattered into countless pieces under the fist’s power.

An extremely strong shockwave penetrated his limbs and bones, threatening to tear his whole body apart.

"Turn..."

The Ninth Turning of Wave Subduing was best used in group fights; the more enemies there were, the stronger the user would become.

In the instant the blade light shattered, Zhou Ping’an drew upon the Nine Turns Soft Jing, borrowing thirty percent of the Shanhe Fist Strength and a fraction of the Martial Intent.

His brain felt heavy and his body was on the verge of breaking apart.

The power he borrowed was reluctantly obtained.

But in the end, he did manage to borrow it.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

His body stumbled backward, spinning like a phantom, leaving trailing afterimages.

With one hand tracing an arc, and one palm sharp as a blade, he whooshed past the side of He Sifang.

He Sifang, who had just raised his shield to block, felt it suddenly weigh hundreds of thousands of jin, pulled to the side, leaving his defense wide open.

The spear in his hand lashed out like lightning.

Counterattack with an attack.

The sophisticated and delicate moves of the long spear did nothing.

They were smashed head-on by a Palm Blade technique.

A "shick" sound, and it broke into two.

At the same time.

The remaining force of Zhou Ping’an’s Palm Blade howled past, already slashing across He Sifang’s neck.

A head with bulging eyes soared into the air.

"How is this possible?"

Chen Guang watched in utter disbelief, his pupils contracting.

He had never imagined

that Zhou Ping’an wouldn’t be blown apart by a single punch of the Shanhe Fist Intent. Instead, he borrowed the opponent’s punch strength, layered the momentum, broke through the interception, and with a single move, took down He Sifang.

"Not good."

Chen Guang suddenly remembered something.

Alarmed, he added force to his feet, ready to make a strategic withdrawal.

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