Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 331 - 297 Eight-Armed Tathagata, Shendun Corps

Chapter 331: Chapter 297 Eight-Armed Tathagata, Shendun Corps

"Demons, those are demons, so many arms..."

"Run!"

"Oh God, open your eyes and see."

"I don’t want to die."

...

As Zhou Ping’an advanced, the rapid movement of his arms created multiple afterimages in front of and beside him.

The bullets were sprayed from the guns with incredible speed.

Often the uniformed officers had just raised their weapons, not yet taken aim, when they were already shot between the eyes.

In front and behind, swathes of comrades fell together.

They had no idea where the bullets were coming from.

They couldn’t possibly imagine that someone could fire two pistols with the speed of a machine gun.

And every single bullet hit its target without fail.

His actions were fast, his shots incredibly accurate, and his neural response time was almost measured in microseconds...

Put together, this made him a reaper.

In the face of this test of life, even the most fearless fighters from the Security Special Combat units in Proluo State quickly fell apart.

"He’s not human..."

Boom...

First, one person cried out and threw away his weapon, fleeing toward the rear.

Then it was tens, then hundreds of uniformed officers, throwing away their weapons and running away in panic.

Having arrived at the Golden Light Building in full force, with a total of six to seven hundred from Security Special Combat, well-armed and imposing, they were completely defeated in just one charge.

And no one had the courage to fire another shot afterward.

Zhou Ping’an didn’t bother shooting at the escaping special forces personnel; after all, they had already surrendered, and it wouldn’t make sense to keep firing.

However, those still holding onto their guns, unable to grasp the situation, couldn’t escape his notice.

One by one, they fell.

Leaving behind four to five hundred bodies in his wake.

"Three minutes, just three minutes, and the security forces of Proluo State in the Jiaming District were completely broken, tsk tsk..."

Roger wasn’t afraid anymore.

When the firefight started, he had been a bit cowardly, hiding on the first floor of the building, not daring to show his face.

Watching the bodies piled on the ground.

And Zhou Ping’an stood there wielding dual pistols, his long hair billowing behind him, arms casting trailing afterimages as if he had grown eight limbs. Roger was astounded.

"My goodness... Is this even human?"

He wasn’t surprised that the special forces of Proluo State had collapsed like this.

In fact, seeing that it took nearly five hundred deaths for a complete rout to ensue, Roger found it rather strange.

Strange how fearless these Security Special Combat units were.

However, some viewers in the Dongjiang Investigation Channel’s live stream had already revealed the reason.

[Where is Proluo State’s special forces morale high? They didn’t even have time to react.]

[Exactly, the host moved so fast that before you could blink, a dozen were dead. If not for the cars blocking the view, preventing him from stepping forward to find shooting angles, he might have killed all seven to eight hundred in half a minute.]

This person wasn’t wrong.

In the video, the people hesitated, undecided whether to fight or flee.

Just as they raised their weapons, they were shot in the head and fell to the ground.

They didn’t know how they died.

"Has anyone counted how many arms the host seemed to have when he attacked?"

"Seven or eight? It’s like the Eight-Armed Tathagata!"

"The person above is ignorant, there weren’t eight arms. That’s just a trick of perspective, leaving afterimages because the eyes can’t keep up..."

"The person above is an idiot, assessment complete."

"The name Eight-Armed Tathagata sounds imposing and fits well. Still, I think the host’s nickname ’Zhou, King of Hell’ is more deeply ingrained in our hearts."

When the nickname ’Zhou, King of Hell’ was mentioned, the chat in the live stream quieted down for a moment.

Despite their excitement and thrill while watching the action,

There was still an odd feeling in their hearts.

Fighting against foreigners, who doesn’t enjoy that?

Moreover, they were on a moral high ground, acting in resistance to an ’unfair targeting.’

No one had anything bad to say about it.

But the sheer bloodshed and ruthless efficiency

Still made them feel a tinge of discomfort deep inside.

Fierce...

Too fierce.

Looking at that handsome face without a blemish, and then at the flying strands of hair, with the terrifying faces of the corpses strewn in front of and beside him.

A chill crept into everyone’s hearts.

...

"Eh, they’re actually launching a strong counterattack?"

As nearly two hundred Security Special Combat personnel cried and screamed while fleeing in all directions, no longer daring to stand in Zhou Ping’an’s path,

Roger thought the sudden encounter would end there with a major defeat for the Proluo State side.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he noticed several dark figures whistling down from the sky, and from afar, three heavy machine guns roared into action.

At the end of the long street, by where vehicles were parked, a group of burly men in heavy bulletproof vests with riot shields in hand crouched and charged forward.

Sidestepping from time to time, he threw out a barrage of black spheres.

"That’s some big spender, this is the Shendun Corps combat mode. Johnson has really outdone himself keeping this batch of private soldiers, even pulling people from the Shendun field ranks."

Roger didn’t know if these men were still in active service or retired veterans.

However, just by observing their tactical movements, it was evident that they were elite, battle-hardened fighters.

Even faced with the result of around five hundred Security Special Combat troops dead, they showed no fear, charging with high spirits. From this alone, one could see that these few hundred men possessed an iron will.

In the sky, seven or eight dark shadows fell swiftly.

Others couldn’t make it out.

But Roger, as a seasoned computer expert and an avid military enthusiast, could clearly see what it was.

They were mortar shells.

Perhaps, there were also Cloud Burst Bombs.

The round objects thrown out by the group at the rear, as part of the second wave of attack, were of course high-explosive grenades.

This move seemed obvious to the opposing commander; once within Zhou Ping’an’s pistol range, no one else would get the chance to attack.

Thus, their plan was to use long-range covering fire, focusing on hindrance as their main tactical concept.

"Good."

Just as Roger cheered,

he suddenly swallowed his shout and slapped himself hard.

He suddenly realized that at this moment, he and Zhou Ping’an were in the same boat.

If Zhou Ping’an died, he was certain to die a miserable death.

Not even a lawyer would be needed.

The dozens of lives lost upstairs, that crime isn’t atoned for even by dying ten times over.

"Retreat!"

At this moment, Roger’s heart leaped to his throat.

He opened his mouth and roared.

He had completely forgotten that he was being coerced by Zhou Ping’an, and also forgot the five Sword Qi within his body that could explode at any time.

In that instant, the countless viewers in the live stream forgot about chatting and joking around, only staring at the dark shadows captured by the camera on the front of Zhou Ping’an’s chest.

"Ha..."

Everyone’s ears heard a cold shout simultaneously.

It made their hearts quake.

They saw Zhou Ping’an, who had been leisurely chasing after the fleeing Security Special Combat troops, suddenly accelerate, leaving a series of afterimages.

His leg kicked out with a thunderous roar.

The black stretched military vehicle in front of him was sent rolling forward by his kick, like a fired shell, blocking the oncoming shells from the sky.

Boom...

In mid-air, bursts of bright fireworks exploded.

Numerous fragments rained down like a violent storm.

Waves of blast air rolled down the streets, sweeping everything in their path.

But Zhou Ping’an’s figure had already disappeared from the original spot.

The two million online viewers of the live stream simultaneously saw their vision blur, and when it cleared, they saw the grand sight of elite soldiers, holding shields in their left hands, guns in their rights, and painted faces all around.

This was the first glance.

The second glance.

They saw those soldiers standing still like statues, not even turning their heads.

Almost simultaneously, blooms of fresh blood burst forth from their heads.

Cries, roars, curses, and screams all mingled into chaos.

As the camera surged forward, jerked backward, slid left, and swayed right.

The number of bodies falling around multiplied.

Looking around, at the end of the street, there were densely packed corpses everywhere.

Guns littered the ground.

Clearly, Zhou Ping’an was especially ruthless this time.

Compared to when he dealt with the Security Special Combat troops at the building’s entrance, he was utterly merciless.

Not only did he kill those who raised their guns, but he also killed those who fled.

In his wake, blood flowed like a river.

At the farthest end, a black stretched armored vehicle roared backward, its engine growling. Through the front window, one could see the panicked faces of the two on the driver and passenger seats.

[That’s Jacklin, shown earlier in the live stream. Roger once interrogated Johnson’s family information and even displayed a photo. I recognize that beard.]

[That’s the one. Johnson has now shifted to politics and doesn’t get involved much with Sky Wolf Fund affairs; most are managed by his eldest son.]

[He’s arrived so swiftly. He must have been nearby...getting the news, he immediately rushed over.]

[Too bad, he’s come to meet his demise.]

[How could it be easy to meet Zhou, King of Hell?]

All watched as Zhou Ping’an methodically took out a special magazine, reloaded it with practiced ease, and coolly aimed at the retreating black armored vehicle.

Pop, pop...

The vehicle windows first spiderwebbed, then the bullets passed through.

The vehicle, hastily reversing to turn and escape, trembled violently, and as the driver’s head burst open, it spun out of control, crashed into a storefront window.

Then, everyone saw Zhou Ping’an effortlessly tear open the car door and drag out the individuals inside one by one, delivering a coup de grâce.

Bursting their heads.

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