Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 336 - 302: Flames Scour the Earth, A Stone’s Throw, Worlds Away

Chapter 336: Chapter 302: Flames Scour the Earth, A Stone’s Throw, Worlds Away

"His marksmanship is characterized by its speed and precision, striking the vital points bullet by bullet, especially adept at targeting the eyes..."

"How fast? Even S-class ferocious beasts couldn’t dodge his bullets. His ability to seize opportunities, coupled with the speed of his instantaneous shots, is said to have reached the pinnacle of human capability."

When Roger reached this point, his gaze towards Zhou Ping’an became very strange.

He felt that the more he talked about the marksmanship of the Luosheng Guangfu, the more he found it eerily similar to Zhou Ping’an’s style.

It was peculiar that in this very square, under the statue where Luosheng Guangfu’s divine power spread his fame, Zhou Ping’an, a sharpshooter, was about to confront Proluo State City.

One man against an entire city.

If the statue had a spirit, who knows what it might think?

...

"Are you really not going to sneak in?"

Roger seemed to not understand Zhou Ping’an’s actions.

Despite possessing such incredible shape-shifting abilities, he chose not to use them.

Instead, he blatantly revealed his identity, swaggering toward the square.

Heading to Aier Manor, which was holding a charity luncheon.

Even he, a tactician more than a hands-on gunman, had noticed that from the periphery of the square to the interior of Aier Manor, dense ambushes had been laid.

The extremely tense atmosphere before battle, any warrior who was no stranger to the battlefield and killing intent could feel it.

"At least ten snipers have sealed off every corner around us."

"There’s a heavy weapons front line... Rather than calling it an inspector catching thieves, it’s more like a war."

Roger, with his limited experience, articulated the situation on the ground one by one.

In his eyes, there was a rare hint of worry.

"That sort of emotion is wrong."

Zhou Ping’an straightened his black trench coat, checked the short gun at his waist, fixed the magazine in place, and then reinserted it as he stepped forward.

"These days, I’ve killed your teammates, threatened you with your life, and forced you to work for me. Logically, you should hate me, not worry about my safety."

"Go on, who’s worrying about your safety? I’m just worried that if you die here and I can’t extract the Sword Qi from your body, I’ll die alongside you," Roger retorted irritably, stopping in his tracks.

It was prearranged.

From the boundary of the square, once he left the flow of people on Luosheng Street, he had to stop.

At this moment, all eyes would be on him, and it was destined that Zhou Ping’an should walk alone, with no one worthy to stand by his side.

"From here to the hall of Aier Manor is a full two thousand three hundred meters. I can already feel fifteen gazes locked on, this spot was well-chosen, four buildings, a total of five sniping points..."

Zhou Ping’an, nonchalant as if on a leisurely stroll, spoke to his live streaming audience.

He completely disregarded whether the enemy could also see and understand his strategy and tactics through his live stream.

He was playing an open hand, and his tactics were overt.

He was exposing everything about himself and planned to steamroll over them with righteousness.

Snipers? No problem, shoot as you like.

If I so much as frown, I consider it a loss.

An army of patrol inspectors? Let them lay their traps; I’ll charge headfirst into it.

"Besides those fifteen snipers, there are about two thousand people ahead. You really think highly of me. No, that’s looking down on me, there are hardly any experts..."

In the square, the air grew dense with killing intent.

With just a few words and a few dozen meters walked, Zhou Ping’an could feel the atmosphere changing.

His keen hearing even picked up the sound of countless gun bolts being pulled back and the severely suppressed sounds of breathing.

This pressure was not only applied to himself.

It also affected the enemy.

In a narrow pass, the brave prevail.

If the opponent isn’t afraid, then the one who is, is you.

In front of Zhou Ping’an, over two thousand fully-armed patrol inspectors also felt a string in their hearts tighten.

A close-combat clash in front of the Golden Light Building had proven much.

No one was entirely confident.

[Host is so imposing and menacing.]

[Viewing more than two thousand enemies as nothing; can we even watch such a grand scene?]

[Honestly, I can’t figure out how he’s going to break the game this time, on the opponent’s home turf, with their battle formation laid out?]

[Right, charging directly into Aier Manor to kill people is too contemptuous. Isn’t it?]

{It’s a shame that such a treasure of a streamer, one I’ve only recently discovered, will soon be gone.}

[Pah! What nonsense is the person above spouting? The host is invincible; it’s not so easy for him to die. At worst, he’ll be injured and fail the mission, but escaping is still possible.]

"He’s doomed, no one can survive under such an attack."

...

The number of people online in the live stream had surpassed three million in just five minutes.

And that figure was still climbing wildly.

As Zhou Ping’an moved forward another hundred meters, it quickly reached three and a half million...

Zhou Ping’an estimated that not only the audience from Dongjiang Headquarters had followed him over, but many people from various cities in Zhuxia had also gotten the news.

Even some interested parties from Proluo State, and even the Skyhawk Alliance, had infiltrated his live stream room.

Following the events of yesterday’s fermentation and spread.

He, a minor local streamer, might soon turn into a world-famous streamer—and such a stunning transformation would only need one day and one night.

In the live stream room, there were all sorts of comments, the number of likes was slowly increasing, but the Wishful Thought Power was not growing fast enough.

Maybe it was because the action had not yet begun.

But not to worry.

It would all start soon.

...

Ever since both sides started shouting across to each other.

Zhou Ping’an’s intentions had been analyzed.

The movements on the official side of Proluo State also couldn’t be hidden from anyone.

In fact, neither side had the intention to hide them.

Proluo State officials wanted to wash away their humiliation in plain view of the public by executing this out-of-control "felon" on the spot.

And Zhou Ping’an, on the other hand, wanting to cancel the bounty... having reached this point, he had only one path to take: either the other side backed down or he would die.

"Swoosh..."

A bullet cut through the wind with a shriek.

Exploding through the air with a faint thunderous sound, the bullet was already on its way.

It signaled the attack.

As the shrieking sound rang in everyone’s ears.

What followed were seven or eight thunderous explosions in the distance.

Zhou Ping’an wore an indifferent expression, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was under attack. Bullets whizzed by his body, causing ripples to erupt in their wake.

His body scattered with the breeze, and ahead, nine illusions appeared.

All nine figures appeared to stride forward, heads raised, a faint smile playing on their lips.

The message was clear, "I’ll just keep moving forward like this; if you dare, try hitting me."

"Shh!"

From the left, at the height of the ninth floor of a building, a purple-white beam of light hissed across a kilometer of empty space, arriving in front of Zhou Ping’an.

No sooner had the beam appeared in view than it reached its destination.

The air twisted and deformed, the ground melted into liquid.

Gone in a flash.

The afterimage of the light and the stench of scorched air lingered, making it hard for people to keep their eyes open.

"Laser Gun."

"What a piece of work, they’re even using that kind of weapon."

There was an uproar from all directions.

[Host, get out of there.]

[If there’s a Laser Gun, then there must be High-Explosive Bombs, Drill Ground Bullets...]

[This isn’t fair.]

The livestream room was already in complete chaos.

Interested Parties hiding in the distance with their binoculars let out exclamations of shock.

Not to mention the pedestrians on Luosheng Street who belatedly realized what was happening.

At the sound of gunshots, they were already frantically running for their lives, screaming as they went, a scene akin to the end of days.

"Boom..."

The "analytical god" in the livestream room was actually not wrong in his predictions.

As more than ten purple-white beams formed a network across the sky.

Suddenly, three or four patches of the square bulged violently.

Dirt and stones flew out over an area of several hundred meters, and shockwaves swept in all directions.

In the sky, dozens of black spots appeared.

Before they even hit the ground, they exploded into a cloud of fire and smoke, engulfing the entire center of the square.

To the stunned onlookers, the twenty-meter-high stone statue of Luosheng Guangfu in the square suddenly collapsed into a pile of rubble.

Under the immense sonic boom.

The entire Luosheng District trembled violently.

Buildings swayed.

[Where is he?]

[Where did he go?]

[Wait, the scenery around is all wrong, this isn’t the square.]

[Oh my god, he’s actually made it inside the manor, he’s nearly reached the hall.]

Outside, the patrol inspectors and soldiers were still firing intensely, cannons booming, bullets and Laser Guns frantically striking.

Those watching the battle from the side didn’t even see a glimpse of Zhou Ping’an’s figure.

Some of the social elites and major merchants in the hall also breathed a sigh of relief.

Standing by the window, military and ammunition magnate Johnson even had a cold smile on his face.

His son Liongduo, looking anxious, shouted, "He’s dead, for sure he’s dead. My big brother’s death has been avenged. Nobody can escape with their life under such concentrated and saturated attacks."

After the initial fear, the sudden release of pressure gave Liongduo a sense of relief that he could barely control his emotions.

His face was a mix of tears and laughter.

"Father, do you see that? That demon... that demon..."

Liongduo couldn’t go on any further.

His eyes went blank.

Trembling, he extended his right arm and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

At the door, what came into view was a tall young man with his hands in his pockets, and long hair flowing in the wind.

With yellow skin and black hair, his eyes were like those of the Hell Devil, filled with a cold killing intent.

"Sorry, I’m not dead," said Zhou Ping’an.

Behind him, the sound of hundreds, if not thousands, of hurried footsteps thundered on the ground.

Yet their ambush had been set from too great a distance, nearly a mile away, not something they could close in on in short order.

"How did you get here?" Johnson inhaled deeply, his jaw tensed so much it bulged, his pupils dilated as he asked with a trembling voice.

"I’m in a hurry."

Zhou Ping’an slowly pulled out a pair of Golden Guns from his waist, carefully disabled the safety, lowered one hand while raising the other, and aimed the muzzle at Johnson’s forehead.

"The revenge funds have already been transferred out of my account; killing me is useless, you can’t reverse that. However, I might be able to contact some people, try to sort this out."

A self-made man who had waded through countless bloody deals as an arms broker, even at this point, he managed to think clearly and logically.

He knew exactly what to say to give himself a slight chance of survival.

"Too late."

"Bang, bang..."

Two gunshots rang out.

Johnson and his son Liongduo were shot in the forehead at the same time.

Blood spurted from the back of their heads, leaving gaping holes.

Their bodies, propelled by the kinetic energy of the bullets, flew backward and fell to the ground, limp and motionless like mud.

"Now, it’s not about whether I want to cancel it or not; it’s about how you’re going to figure out a way to quell my wrath," Zhou Ping’an said.

With his "A Stone’s Throw, Worlds Away" Stepping Technique, he covered hundreds of meters in a single stride. It took him just a few steps to enter the manor hall.

To him, whether it was bombs or Laser Guns, if they didn’t hit their target, they were useless.

With two shots, he killed Johnson and his son.

He also ignored those charitable businessmen who wanted to draw their guns but didn’t dare to do so.

His gaze briefly swept over Lan Fengjiao and others with looks of delight. Without pausing, Zhou Ping’an’s figure flashed, and he was gone.

"I’ve found you."

In any command of battle, there must be a hub.

With the bombardments and shooting, one must always hit back.

...

I ask for your Monthly Pass.