Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 299 - 266: Swapping Injuries, The Impermanence of the World

Chapter 299: Chapter 266: Swapping Injuries, The Impermanence of the World

The moves that combined both hardness and softness had, in Zhou Ping’an’s past view, reached the peak of perfection; they could no longer be altered even slightly.

However, with his current understanding, he realized that much of the force in his moves had been wasted.

When a move was made, the forces counteracted and eroded each other.

Out of full force, the part that actually caused damage was less than twenty percent.

’From a high vantage point, what I see, hear, and perceive naturally changes.

I can easily discern the true nature of things, including the nature of force.’

’Is this what entering the Microcosmic Boundary is like?’

If it weren’t for the heavy presence of Shanhe Fist Intent weighing on his mind,

making him too nervous to relax, always keeping his mind taut,

Zhou Ping’an would have been moved to tears.

’He Sifang is a true comrade indeed. Coming from miles away just to give me such a grand gift...

Alright, I have forgiven you. I might even do something considerate for you.’

’Joy shared is joy doubled, so let’s have Chen Guang join you down there, to keep each other company.’

Zhou Ping’an always prided himself on being fair in all his endeavors.

He did not want any resentment lingering in "He Sifang’s" heart...

If both men strike and only one dies, what kind of situation is that?

Thus, Zhou Ping’an casually swept his hand, and from his wide-sleeved robe, his palm turned into a blade, gently chopping down.

Within several meters around him, a whirlwind abruptly formed, turning into a shimmering curtain of water.

The Wave Subduing Blade Force, soft as spring water, this time, carried a hint of the wind’s charm.

The blade light was so soft it seemed to turn into real ripples, with the breeze above the water, even flashes of lightning appeared.

This move had undergone slight changes from the original Wave Subduing Blade.

It amplified the strength of Zhou Ping’s physical body, abruptly increasing his attack power by three to five times.

Not only did his attack power become stronger, but his moves became swifter and more efficient.

Moreover, it also integrated some characteristics of the Thunderous Shield Strike and Wind-Chasing Spear Technique.

So it could be said that He Sifang’s gift was indeed very much to my liking.

Not only had he given away his innate skill,

but he had also contributed his masterful combined shield and spear technique, as well as the Wind-Thunder killing method.

This made Zhou Ping’an feel a bit embarrassed.

Once these foundations integrated into the depths of his spirit and soul, naturally, he learned how to utilize them.

The marvel was right there.

He executed a palm blade slash...

Instantly altering the air’s ripples and the direction of airflow.

Ocean covering waves, rivers running backward...

Just as Chen Guang, his body enveloped in radiant Jinguang, was retreating into mid-air, intending to flee, he was entangled by the blade force and whirred back under the intensity of Shanhe Fist.

In addition, a Wind-Thunder Strike was sent out, making "his comrade" stiffen up for a fraction of a moment.

’This way, it’s fair.’

’You forced me to block a move, now you block a move of Shanhe Divine Fist and see.’

Zhou Ping’an chuckled lightly.

Then he saw Chen Guang executing eighteen exquisite martial techniques in front of him, creating a curtain of light.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his neck bulged.

Clearly, he was using all his might.

With the Fist Intent right in front of him, he could not even see the scenery around him; breaking through this move of the Shanhe Divine Fist was hard enough, let alone thinking of retreating or even moving a step.

’Poof...’

The scenery of mountains and rivers flowed like a phantom, as the Fist Strength bombarded Chen Guang’s body.

A thousand hammers and a hundred refinings, his immensely strong body was not much firmer than tofu.

The skin and flesh at Chen Guang’s chest burst and turned to dust, revealing bone and inner organs.

Following that, with the vibration of Fist Strength imbued with Martial Intent,

his bones shattered into dust, and his heart and lungs instantly turned into misty blood, scattering.

’I hit too hard.’

Just as a sense of satisfaction arose in Zhou Ping’an’s heart, a tinge of regret followed immediately.

’How come he couldn’t take a hit?’

That was when he realized that sometimes, plans never change as quickly as situations.

The preconceived idea of seizing the opportunity to kill Chen Guang had not been realized.

Under his own "restriction," even with Chen Guang possessing a myriad skills and calculated strategies, he could not stand against Xiao Ning’s furious punch.

One punch had left him utterly extinguished.

At the end of the punch, Shanhe Divine Fist Xiao Ning, too, was not without impact—instantly, a flush of bright red crossed his face, and taking a deep breath, his gaze turned towards Zhou Ping’an.

His right fist retracted, his left fist clenched, his thigh muscles tensed, and the ground began to sink...

’Is he intending to continue and beat me to death?’

Recalling the force and speed of the other party’s previous charge,

Zhou Ping’an knew he absolutely could not retreat at this moment.

Most likely, before he could get far, the other party would chase him down and bombard him with continuous punches.

Though he had now acquired the "Microcosmic" innate skill and enhanced his martial foundation, increasing his combat strength several times,

he still might not be able to withstand it if the opponent gained the upper hand.

After reaching the level of Martial Intent, one could serve as an Elder within the major factions and sects.

The word "Elder" implied many things.

Once Fist Strength merged with spirit, giving birth to intelligence, it could attract the forces of heaven and earth, blending these forces into the fist.

It was like the finishing touch that brought a dragon to life, or like a tiger sprouting wings.

A genuine transformation occurred.

In a critical moment, on the verge of action, he could not retreat at this time.

The momentum, once lost and gained by the opponent,

would lead to a series of moves under the powerful Shanhe Martial Intent, and he would be finished.

Zhou Ping’an, who had shown great talent in Martial Arts from a young age, especially with his "Crisis Perception" that he did not know when he had awakened, was able to predict movements almost divinely to some degree.

At that moment, sensing danger,

he quickly grasped the situation and struck first.

As Chen Guang’s body split in two and blood mist rose, blurring the vision, Zhou Ping’an had already transformed into a chilling specter, diving into the blood light.

Not retreating but advancing.

He struck first...

targeting the moment when Xiao Ning’s punch was about to end and his Qi was receding.

Master fighters also need to recuperate.

No matter how powerful the master, the circulation of Blood Yuan True Qi always has ebbs and flows, clearly rhythmical.

However, to ordinary people, such slight changes in rhythm were completely imperceptible.

In Zhou Ping’an’s senses, it was quite obvious.

Within one-hundredth of a second, he had lunged forward by three meters, gearing up for an intense attack.

Like a tightly drawn bowstring, he gathered all the blood essence of his body, transforming it into a fiercely bright point of sword energy on the tip of his fingers and aimed it at Young Master Xiao of the Manor’s Dan Zhong acupoint.

[When fierce enemies meet along a narrow path, the brave are fearless.]

Zhou Ping’an always used his killer moves.

Complete Level Nine-Layered Wave-Chasing Blade Qi.

Layer upon layer of sword energy, endlessly flowing.

With the Microcosmic Boundary’s power supporting him, he unleashed the full potential of his body, using the wind to enhance his force and the lightning to create power.

At that moment, he felt his spirit, soul, and all his blood essence converged at the tip of his right fingers where the sword energy was focused.

Nothing else existed in his eyes.

Even Young Master Xiao seemed to fade into a distant memory.

He saw only the splendidly robed figure obscured below, where the circulation of energy was robust and magnificent at its source.

"To attack so aggressively? Hah..."

The young master of the Manor sneered.

When he first appeared, a punch he threw, underestimating his opponent’s strength and the cleverness of his moves, ended up not only failing to kill the man but allowed him to bounce around like a grasshopper.

Perhaps, it was because of this punch that he misjudged his own strength.

He assumed that martial artists who had cultivated Fist Intent were not much different from ordinary martial artists of Jianghu...

Watching his opponent not only not flee, but instead walk right into the trap.

Anger surged in Xiao Ning’s heart.

He pulled back half of his fist.

Suddenly, he gathered his energy again, leaning forward as if a mountain were collapsing.

The overwhelming Fist Intent transformed into a huge mountainous wave, pulling surrounding energies, reducing the air to nothingness.

Facing this palm blade strike, he struck hard.

He was confident enough that under this punch, the opponent’s palm blade would not only fail to advance but would also be smashed into pulp and bone.

Then, taking advantage of the situation, explode the opponent’s head with another punch.

If the opponent dared not clash directly, whether retreating or dodging, it would be just another punch.

Under the coverage of Shanhe Martial Intent, everything within three meters in front of him was chaotic and blurry, akin to a swamp, making escape impossible.

Xiao Ning had thought everything through thoroughly.

As soon as his right fist was launched, his left was already gathering strength.

Waiting for the moment the opponent diverted and dodged, he would strike continuously, turning his enemy into mush.

"Eh..."

Halfway through Xiao Ning’s punch, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He was surprised to find that the person opposite didn’t dodge.

No, he did dodge.

As he surged forward quickly, his body leaned half a foot to the right, dragging along the forward-stabbing palm blade and also moving it three inches aside, just enough to miss the direct impact of his punch.

The palm blade and the front of the fist crossed each other, splitting the air into nothingness, leaving no room for change.

’He actually countered attack with attack, exchanging moves. Has he lost his mind?’

This thought merely flashed through his mind.

As Xiao Ning’s fist made contact, striking the flesh, feeling the intense recoil, he saw the opponent’s left shoulder and arm turn into flying splinters of flesh and blood...

Before he could react to why the opponent sought death like this, he felt a slight pain in his right chest.

Boom...

His figure shook violently.

He felt his strength waning rapidly.

Struggling for breath, he spat out a mouthful of blood and flesh.

With a faint mist of blood.

"Cough cough..."

Both participants were hit, and both were knocked back by the impact.

Only then did Xiao Ning have the chance to look down at his right chest, only to see a two-inch wide knife mark piercing through his clothing.

Immensely powerful and focused, the force had penetrated his lungs, passing straight through his back and creating a small hole.

While the opponent, from his left shoulder to the side of his chest, had become mincemeat, with fragments scattering.

Nearly half of his heart was destroyed.

Yet, the opponent was still as lively as a dragon, appearing only slightly injured.

Even, there was a triumphant smile on his face.

"You forgot, I have cultivated the Five Desires Demonic Scripture. With the vitality of this body and strength of muscles and bones, as long as vital points are not struck, I will not die,"

Zhou Ping’an said while coughing up blood, smiling: "And you? Your Shanhe Divine Fist takes the path of controlling power with spirit, leading qi with intent.

Your attack strength might be stronger than mine, but the conditioning of your body is much inferior."

The meaning of these words was very clear.

After saying them, they became worthless.

In terms of combat ability, Young Master Xiao certainly had more than an edge.

In a real head-on confrontation, exchanging moves.

It would take no more than three moves to make Zhou Ping’an struggle to block, and he would ultimately be unable to escape death.

But in a situation of extreme maneuvers and bloody exchanges,

depending on his resilience and robustness comparable to a cockroach, Zhou Ping’an had taken a great advantage.

His left half-body, nearly half of his flesh, was smashed into pieces, and even half his heart was almost exposed to the air, yet he still would not die.

Moreover, he could still maintain a fraction of his combat strength.

While for Young Master Xiao, a lung pierced with a two-finger-wide through hole had already become severely injured, strength nearly completely drained.

At this point, as both sides pushed their injured bodies further in combat, who would fall could not be predicted.

Even Zhou Ping’an’s chances of winning seemed much greater.

Whether he could win or not,

at the very least, retreating to preserve his life was hardly a difficult task.

Employing Microcosmic Boundary’s delicate operations, combined with Completion Realm sword techniques, and then calculating injuries, Zhou Ping’an employed every trick in the book, finally managing to create an excellent situation.

He certainly had every right to smile.

And he could indeed smile.

And Young Master Xiao?

At this moment, he only wanted to cry...

He felt that the opponent wasn’t really that strong.

But why had things developed this way?

It could only be said that the world is full of uncertainties.

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