Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 315 - 282: Blood Axe Executed, Jinguang Fills the City

Chapter 315: Chapter 282: Blood Axe Executed, Jinguang Fills the City

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"Damn, a machine gun, a 25mm autocannon. This guy actually disassembled an autocannon from a fighter jet, and he can easily carry it in his hands... Get down, everyone get down!"

Roger originally thought that since he was following behind Zhou Ping’an, such a fierce man, he wouldn’t have to worry about the assassins rushing over causing any harm to him.

Because compared to the immense pressure Zhou Ping’an exerted,

his own skills weren’t worth wasting an extra bullet on.

But once again, he found that he was too optimistic.

The other party was carrying the autocannon as easily as if it were a small car, and yet he seemed to exert no effort at all; rather, it looked as if he were carrying a stick.

How broad would the sweep of fire be when he started shooting?

Just how strong was his body?

And just how durable.

"Recognized him yet?"

Zhou Ping’an’s mouth turned up slightly.

He realized that he still had underestimated the experts ranked on the Black List.

He never imagined that after showing such formidable strength, there would still be someone daring to challenge him openly, hoping to kill him in broad daylight under the watchful eyes of countless others.

It had to be said.

The giant man on the other side indeed had a grand and fierce temperament.

"I have never seen this man’s face or his image files before. But based on his huge build, and his weapon of choice, it can be confirmed that he is none other than Blood Axe Andrei, ranked nineteenth on the Black List."

Roger indeed lived up to his reputation as the brain of a formidable assassin team.

He remembered many things.

Especially when it came to the industry of mercenaries and assassins, he knew it like the back of his hand.

He didn’t even need to check the data; his brain could retrieve it automatically.

It saved Zhou Ping’an a lot of trouble.

"His heavy weaponry may seem cumbersome and inconvenient, but it’s said that this man can shoot flower patterns with an autocannon, rivaling a sharpshooter.

Since he debuted, he has completed 2 S-rank, 13 A-rank, and 22 B-rank missions, all without a single failure. Each time, he killed every single opponent, not sparing even newborn infants."

"This man’s marksmanship is formidable and his strength immense, but what we particularly need to beware of is the axe on his back..."

Roger crouched behind the steps on the side of the long street, not daring to show even his head.

Song Qiaoqiao was even more obediently following his lead, tucking her little behind tightly into hiding.

In such a situation, the man on the other side was like an army of thousands, and her little pistol wasn’t even worth showing, lest it make her a laughingstock.

It wouldn’t reach that far, let alone penetrate the skin of the opponent.

Looking at the giant man’s black-iron-colored skin across from her, Song Qiaoqiao still had some self-awareness.

Roger hadn’t finished his introduction.

Andrei across from them had already initiated his attack.

Perhaps he’d watched the live broadcast... Andrei’s actions had a similar vibe to Zhou Ping’an’s earlier.

The same swagger, the same slow advance.

The difference was.

Zhou Ping’an was carrying two short guns at that time.

While he was holding a huge autocannon that was thick and long enough to cover most of his body.

The six gun barrels were rotating, roaring, and the ammunition belt moved quickly like flowing water.

Shell casings were being ejected at his feet, falling down like heavy rain with a clinking sound.

The muzzle flashes extended over a meter long.

Anything in his path within a hundred to two hundred meters, be it trees or buildings, was pulverized by the bullet storm.

"Try hiding from this," Andrei said as he fired, listening to the screams of bystanders hit by stray bullets and looking at everything being destroyed in front of him, his eyes filled with pleasure, his nostrils flaring...

It seemed as if he had reached a climax as soon as the battle began.

"Moving so slowly, who can you hit?"

Zhou Ping’an chuckled lightly, and as his Deep and Powerful True Qi circulated, the sound echoed down the streets.

Before the storm of bullets could reach him, his figure had already turned into a wisp of light smoke and faded away.

The place that was torn apart by the bullets was nothing but air.

In the live broadcast room.

From the perspective of all those watching from a distance.

He seemed to have vanished into the air.

In an open area tens of meters away, the air twisted, and a figure appeared without any warning.

Andrei’s brows jumped, but his reaction was not slow at all.

As Zhou Ping’an’s figure disappeared and reappeared in an instant, a rain of bullets covered the sky and enveloped the area once again.

He was fast and extremely precise in firing,

but still couldn’t keep pace with Zhou Ping’an’s speed.

Between the flickers of his figure.

With three flashes, he was already only fifty meters away.

The Golden Guns flickered.

Both pistols fired.

"You can’t kill me."

Andrei relaxed his grip; as the autocannon continued to roar, his hands shielded his head and face, and with a heavy stomp, his figure leaned forward like a cheetah pouncing, quickly closing the distance to Zhou Ping’an.

It was unclear when he had drawn a wide, blood-colored axe from behind, swinging it with a scarlet arc, slashing diagonally.

On his arm, which he used to shield his face, and on his chest,

suddenly appeared more than a dozen bullet holes; 12.7mm bullets stuck in the skin and flesh, deformed and lodged inside.

"Tsk, tsk, this body is indeed formidable, almost on par with mine."

Zhou Ping’an truly admired it this time.

He moved his feet slightly, and his body, like a kite being pulled, drifted three meters backward against the rules of nature... Watching the blood-colored axe tear through the air, whistling past his nose, a cold smile appeared in his eyes.

Comparing close combat weapons?

He inserted his hands behind him, and the Golden Guns were already put away.

While retreating at an extremely fast speed, he suddenly made a 180-degree turn, changing from retreating to charging forward without any inertia.

His body produced nine phantom images, rushing towards Andrei.

"Ah..."

Andrei roared, the veins on his neck bulging out like tree roots, obviously pulling out all the stops.

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An axe chopped toward his side, immediately spun around, the massive and hefty body of the axe, yet it moved like a needle embroidering cloth, weaving a violent hurricane in front of him.

As he danced and swung, the axe flew out of his hand.

The roaring stopped.

Andre’s swinging arms fell heavily.

Also sliding down was his giant bald head.

The head tumbled and hit the ground, rolling over five or six meters on the cobblestone street, where you could see his wide-open eyes gradually lose their luster.

Blood sprayed several meters high from the headless body.

Only at this moment did his huge and burly body thunderously collapse, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Zhou Ping’an stood behind him, eyes cold and icy, the corner of his mouth curling up in a sneer.

With a slight flick of his hand, he shook off the traces of blood mist clinging to the blade of Cang Yue’s precious blade.

"Utterly senseless."

He didn’t spare Andre another glance, but called out lightly, "Follow me, there should be more of them. I will not cease until these fools are sufficiently terrified."

You have troops, huh?

It seems you’ve been charging into battle alone.

Alright, this isn’t charging into battle, this is just trouncing noobs.

In that instant,

Whether it was Roger and Song Qiaoqiao trembling on the ground, or the six to seven hundred thousand viewers in the live stream, they all didn’t know what to say.

The only thing that could prove everyone’s shock was that Zhou Ping’an found that the amount of Wish Power Threads in his mind had now surpassed seventy thousand.

Machine guns, giant axes, a burly assassin—one man exuding the might of a small army.

This kind of character was just too far removed from the lives of the viewers in the live stream.

The mere sight was enough to churn their guts with fear.

But even such a character, in front of Zhou Ping’an,

Was but a matter of a single slice.

A single motion, body and head severed.

[!!!]

[!!!]

...

[Damn!]

[Damn...]

[666]

[666]

A string of exclamation marks was followed by a jumble of inane comments by the culturally illiterate.

Half a minute passed.

Before someone finally put together a coherent sentence.

[I really, really...]

[Did you guys see that clearly? Even the machine gun couldn’t aim and hit him, isn’t the broadcaster’s speed too fast?]

[It’s not just you who couldn’t see clearly. Even the camera couldn’t catch it. I’m now replaying the footage at ten times slowdown, and I still can’t see how the broadcaster dodged the bullets.]

[I slowed it down as well, twenty-five times slowdown, and I could only make out the trajectory of him sprinting while swinging his blade. His silhouette and movements are still faster than the average person’s hundred-meter sprint.]

At this point, some professionals began to divulge information.

[No way, you’re saying that the speed he moved at in that instant was comparable to a bullet, exceeding a thousand meters per second? That can’t be right.]

[There’s no mistake, I don’t have professional equipment... The authorities should be able to judge more clearly.]

[No wonder that fierce assassin was slain without any resistance. The more arrogantly he behaved before, the more ridiculous his death.]

[Holy...]

Zhou Ping’an looked down at the conversation in the live broadcast room.

He shook his head.

The noisier these people were, the more amazed they seemed by the incredible events,

But it’s precisely this sort of person who often doesn’t contribute Wish Power.

Instead, it’s those silent viewers who keep to themselves, quietly liking, quietly subscribing. No, they silently admire and trust me.

These are the people who really contribute the main force of Wish Power.

My heartfelt thanks to them.

The day I become invincible in this world, half the credit shall belong to you, and half to me.

Up next,

Roger seemed to fall into silence.

Having lost the desire to speak,

It seemed he had fully resigned himself, as his formerly conflicting thoughts slowly faded.

[With such sheer power, can I even break free from his control?]

[The only choice I have is to do my utmost to show my value and grasp at a sliver of hope to survive.]

Song Qiaoqiao, however, was grinning ear to ear with a completely ungainly gait, one high step following the other.

She had seemingly forgotten that more assassins could jump out in front of them.

This battle was far from over.

Only Tang Tang, as reliable as ever, was leading a group of people to briskly step forward, dealing with the bodies, calming the public, and cleaning up the traces.

Though, such actions were of little consequence.

But as long as the people could see that the Dongjiang Special Combat Squad was still present and maintaining order,

No matter if the scene ahead was a complete mess,

Or if there had been innocent casualties,

It wouldn’t inflict a blow of despair on the psyche of Dongjiang’s citizens.

Nobody noticed,

As they walked down street after street,

The tall figure in the Police Security summer uniform in front of them appeared taller and more imposing in everyone’s eyes.

As if on him, an invisible layer of Jinguang emerged.

Gradually.

The Jinguang filled the city.

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