Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 314 - 281: Power of Wishes, Like a Tide, Airplane Cannon

Chapter 314: Chapter 281: Power of Wishes, Like a Tide, Airplane Cannon

"Not bad, really not bad."

Zhou Ping’an looked at the bearded strong man’s body slowly falling before him, with a hint of joy on his face.

He wasn’t commending the man who was said to rank thirty-third on the "Black List" and leader of the "Zijing Mercenary Corps."

The man’s strength, once firearms and the elite combination of his followers were excluded, was hardly worth mentioning.

This mercenary, known as "Phil," when the large-caliber sniper rifle in his hands could no longer hit his opponent,

had little he could do.

Other than putting a pistol to his own head and pulling the trigger.

The only way he could die with some dignity was to charge forward and test the power of the large-caliber Golden Eagle pistol bullets in Zhou Ping’an’s hands with his own skull.

The result proved that Phil’s head wasn’t hard enough.

At least, not compared to the new type of pistol bullet recently produced by the lab in Zhou’s hand.

What made Zhou Ping’an happy was the flow of Mind Wish Power Silk Threads, finally surging in.

Once again, there was a huge harvest.

This was a good start.

It gave him hope for the "Five Desires Demonic Cultivation" to reach completion.

"In just over ten minutes, three hundred thirty-three thousand people have come to watch my live stream, three hundred thousand have liked it, and the Wish Power Threads I’ve gained are thirty-three thousand three hundred. This ratio is acceptable."

Zhou Ping’an had initially felt the ratio of likes to the acquiring of worship and faith was too high, but now he felt somewhat satisfied.

"Out of ten people who like the stream, nine are just joining in on the excitement, and one truly admires and likes me. How can I expect more?

Indeed, the suspicion of foreigners and the dislike of assassins, have added quite a score to my action this time."

"Let there be more assassins. While the enthusiasm of the fans is still there, I might as well take advantage of the momentum and sweep away those killers who dare cause trouble in one go."

On one hand, Zhou Ping’an wanted to urgently clear away these bounty hunters who cared more for money than their lives, to ensure his temporary safety and free up his hands to fully resolve the crisis.

On the other hand, he of course wanted to use this event to further enhance his fame.

With his current strength, seizing this brief "safe period" while the gaze of the major powers had not yet truly turned towards him,

he aimed to develop as much as possible, to make himself stronger, so that anyone who hears his name would think twice before acting.

Only then could he truly have a firm foothold.

Thinking back to when he received that piece of the Broken Mirror and immediately stepped into the vortex of life and death, it was only now that Zhou Ping’an saw the opportunity to thoroughly break free from danger.

"It’s not enough yet, I can still get stronger, I can cultivate even faster."

After feeling out the consumption needed to complete the Five Desires Evil Art, Zhou Ping’an realized he still needed over three hundred thousand Wish Power Threads to assist him.

And the newly acquired innate skill "Entering Minutiae," for the second level upgrade, astonishingly required five hundred thousand Wish Power Threads to comprehend.

Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

This also showed how precious the trial opportunity given by the Nine Sons Subdue Demon Order was.

Using the Power of Wishes to practice such extreme combat skills seemed somewhat uneconomical.

The best option was still to find a way to pass the Trial Soul Realm.

However, this couldn’t be rushed.

Zhou Ping’an frustratingly found that the type of energy the Nine Sons Subdue Demon Order needed to absorb and restore was seemingly non-existent in modern society.

It wasn’t that it didn’t exist, rather the restoration was so slow it was as if it had no effect.

He took it out after leaving it set for a few hours and saw the extremely pitiful progress.

He then reluctantly put the Nine Sons Subdue Demon Order back into space to lay idle.

"Perhaps, besides absorbing the Spiritual Mechanism, this Subduing Demon Order is also influenced by something from the Prison Subduing Demon Sect. And clearly, the Prison Subduing Demon Sect has not left traces in this world, so it can only function in Another World," he concluded based on his experience, uncertain if he was right.

But since he couldn’t speed up the process now, he could only take one step at a time.

The immediate priority was to focus on his live streaming career.

It might look a bit comical.

A Police Security officer, running the risk of breaking the rules, making public appearances and acting recklessly in killing, was indeed damaging the image of law enforcement. Sooner or later it would lead to intervention from higher-ups, creating many hidden dangers.

But Zhou Ping’an didn’t care.

What did breaking the rules matter?

What did damaging the image matter?

As long as he could get through this ordeal, he would truly gain a foundation for survival and no longer need to duck and dodge, being wary on all sides.

By then, anyone who wanted to target him would have to weigh their options and see if they could withstand his boundless wrath.

"Let’s clean up and move forward. I’ve already put myself out in the open like this, placing a billion-dollar bounty under everyone’s nose, and now, through live streaming, every single one of my moves is exposed.

If they don’t dare to make a move even when I’m within arm’s reach, what else do I have to fear?"

Zhou Ping’an signaled Tang Tang to lead people forward to clean up the assassins’ corpses.

And he entrusted the task of pacifying the frightened civilians to his senior sister.

Continuing forward with Hua Bei, Roger, and Song Qiaoqiao.

This time.

The pedestrians on the streets had become smarter.

Perhaps having received definite news, some people, while watching their phones, ran anxiously into buildings, shouting loudly to keep away from Zhou Ping’an.

"Big Brother Zhou, you’re really on fire. The viewership has reached five hundred fifty thousand and is still crazily increasing," said Song Qiaoqiao, glancing at her phone. The smile she had earlier had vanished, and she spoke with her teeth slightly chattering.

However, the girl wasn’t scared, but rather excited...

Zhou Ping’an could see the wild fire burning deep within her eyes.

The spirit of adventure in her bones was practically identical to Tang Tang’s.

Could it be that her family lineage was all this crazy?

Zhou Ping’an clicked his tongue in amazement in his heart.

In stark contrast to him, at this moment, Roger’s face had turned pitch black.

There was a thick, indissoluble resentment in his tone, "Yes, Officer Zhou, not only have you become famous, but I have also become notorious."

When he tried to enter the Dark Web channels again, he found that some sections which used to be unobstructed for him were, at the same time, closed off to him, inaccessible.

There had been precedents for this situation.

Without exception, they were all enemies targeted by the Dark Web’s community of assassins.

Clearly, Zhou Ping’an’s fishing expedition, and his relentless solo challenge to all assassins, was a blatant slap in the face.

So much so that the manipulators behind the Dark Web also felt like they had lost face.

They did not want this audaciously brave officer to access any underground world information, let alone allow him to continue comfortably on his way.

"It doesn’t matter, I never thought you would get the secret intelligence of the assassins on the other side. As long as you know, once you’ve seen, you’ll understand."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ping’an immediately understood what Roger was worried about.

He actually didn’t care at all.

For the billion-dollar bounty, so many assassins from the Dark Web’s Black List were being driven by money to come after him.

This in itself represented a certain inclination.

Although, on some level, this was not the intention of the Dark Web.

But, if it weren’t for this assassin platform posting bounty messages, how could these assassins receive the tasks, and how would they be able to easily get the bounty?

Therefore, they weren’t just intermediaries, they were also enemies.

Any action by the enemy would not anger Zhou Ping’an.

On the contrary, he considered it the highest praise for himself.

"The best solution is to fight until they are frightened, until they surrender, and voluntarily cancel any bounty or assassination task against me and those around me."

"That’s impossible!"

Roger blurted out.

The Dark Web was simply too grand, too mysterious in his heart.

He simply couldn’t imagine what it would look like if the Dark Web was forced to submit by one person.

"Wait and see," Zhou Ping’an said with a smile, no longer saying much, he slowly raised his foot and moved forward, although his steps were very slow, in fact covering three to five meters at a time, which left the two following him struggling to keep up.

Song Qiaoqiao, looking at the police uniform ahead, felt her vision blur with admiration, thinking, Officer Zhou is so handsome.

She secretly took out her phone, opened the live stream app, and typed a few words: "The host is so brave, glorifying our nation, I want to have your babies..."

As soon as she sent this message,

It was quickly followed by a series of declarations of "having babies."

In an instant, the live stream room was occupied by a group of female viewers.

Not only the casual viewers but even the instigator Song Qiaoqiao did not expect such a reaction, she secretly stuck out her tongue, pretending to have done nothing, falling behind Zhou Ping’an by five or six meters, following from a distance.

She also didn’t know what she and Roger were following for.

Maybe as witnesses.

Roger could still provide some information at the first opportunity.

As for herself, she was completely superfluous.

If it was to let her experience the atmosphere of the battlefield, then this experience was a bit too advanced.

’No, I can’t back down, this must be a test. If I retreat in fear, I might not be able to join the Starfire Study Class. I really want to learn some real skills,’ she thought.

With that in mind, Song Qiaoqiao alternated between frowning and excitement, the small pistol in her hand squeezed so tightly it became slick with sweat, yet she didn’t even notice.

"Here we come."

After turning a street corner,

ahead lay Binjiang Road.

The view suddenly opened up.

The gentle breeze from the river, mixed with the moisture of a fine rain, hit their faces, causing slightly blurred vision and sending chills across their skin.

Zhou Ping’an slowed his pace, lifted his head, and looked ahead about two hundred meters away at the center of the street.

There stood a man.

A huge, towering figure, easily over two meters tall.

The giant man was not only devoid of a bulletproof vest but also lacked a helmet.

In fact, he wasn’t even wearing a shirt.

His naked upper body, with fiercely bulging muscles and veins, faintly glimmered with the luster of black iron.

At first glance, it gave the impression of extreme solidity and indestructibility.

Zhou Ping’an, however, did not pay extra attention to the opponent’s extremely exaggerated muscles but focused on the weapon in his hand.

It was an incredibly large gun.

No, it couldn’t even be called a gun, which gun has a barrel thicker than the waist of an ordinary person?

Six holes large enough to fit a baby’s fist were emitting a dark, chilling glow.

It was a sight that sent shivers down one’s spine.