Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 337 - 303: Exposing Secrets, Punishing Only the Mastermind

Chapter 337: Chapter 303: Exposing Secrets, Punishing Only the Mastermind

Zhou Ping’an remembered clearly.

The direction from which the drill ground bullets and cloud burst bombs had been shot.

Moreover, when the heavy weapons exerted their power, that direction had over ten heavy machine guns roaring simultaneously, and bullets swept across the square like a hurricane.

If he had not sensed the danger in time and temporarily changed from Ghostly Shadows Step to the Steps of Worlds Apart, stepping hundreds of meters at a time out of the attack zone, he would have likely taken a few harsh hits.

He definitely wouldn’t have died, but being bombed and shot at, splattering blood and flesh everywhere was certainly humiliating.

More than ten snipers, shooting from a distance, controlling and blocking.

Then, artillery rained down and machine guns swept across.

If it had been someone else facing such a strong offensive, even "Blood Axe" Andre from the 19th place on the Black List wouldn’t have lasted two breaths.

This also shows.

The opposing commander was not just a figurehead; on the contrary, he was quite competent.

And he could mobilize strong forces.

"It must be the Inspector General of Proluo State personally overseeing this."

Zhou Ping’an walked out of the manor and turned his head towards the high-rise building on the left, his superb Eyesight had already spotted that the area under that high-rise was densely packed with soldiers.

Not only was it crowded with people, but there were artillery vehicles on the ground and scaffolding set up in the windows of several floors; guns were everywhere, from the top floors to the bottom.

"This must be where their Central Army is. They really aren’t afraid of dying."

Zhou Ping’an thought about how he had just killed over a thousand mercenaries and patrol inspectors the day before, yet he had not expected to face an even fiercer attack immediately.

He immediately realized that he had made a mistake.

Sometimes, the other side talks about human rights, about equality and peace, but all that is just rhetoric.

Whether it’s on the east or west coast of the ocean.

The real high-rankers are all the same.

They may seem to care a great deal about soldiers who are as insignificant as ants, but deep down, they don’t truly empathize.

Even if many of them die, even if whole units are wiped out, the commanders would still heroically call for revenge and vow not to coexist under the same sky as the "felons."

In that case, why bother struggling in a life-or-death fight with these ordinary patrol cops? Everyone ends up miserable, so what’s the point?

They are simply tools.

To achieve his goals, he would need to change his approach.

"What really needs to be deterred is not the tools, but the wielder of the knife."

"But, although I don’t want to fuss with you helpless guys, you’re really too annoying."

Zhou Ping’an just stepped out of the manor and showed himself.

Immediately, three or four intense purple-white laser rays appeared in mid-air, like the scythes of the Grim Reaper, twisting past where he had just been standing.

The ground turned into a reddish mire, and the courtyard walls were vaporized in a moment by the beams of light, turning iron bars and grey limestone into gas.

"These ray guns are too powerful, nearly as much as those Particle Ripple Guns. With my current physique, I cannot withstand such intense attacks.

I can’t let them keep shooting like this, otherwise it’s too passive, dodging around is also somewhat embarrassing."

Zhou Ping’an thought this to himself.

A trace of killing intent flashed through his eyes...

"You are really asking for death."

He dodged a laser ray in one step and reached into the air. With a grasp, he pulled out a sci-fi styled, deep blue streamlined long gun.

He didn’t aim.

He just raised his hand to fire.

"Poof..."

The air rippled slightly.

A pale blue particle beam had just come into view and had already traveled eighteen hundred meters, blasting into the third window of the building on the right.

A figure, along with the laser sniper rifle in hand, silently turned into a pile of ash within the particle ripple.

But that wasn’t all.

Zhou Ping’an’s figure flickered, dodging several beams of light while,

the pale blue ripples, firing once per second, spread like flowers scattered by a Celestial Maiden in three directions.

In less than ten seconds,

several windows were consecutively destroyed.

The remaining two people, throwing aside their guns, turned and screamed, fleeing into the building.

But, it was still no use.

The pale blue particle beams penetrated the walls and shot them dead straight away.

[What kind of gun is that? Its power is too strong, right?]

[The one in front was a laser ray. The broadcaster pulled out what should be the Particle Ripple, for those who came later and don’t know, this gun was obtained from Zhao Shirong of the Zhao Family during the battle with Blood Eagle.]

More and more people were joining the live broadcast room.

From the comments, it was already apparent.

It wasn’t just ordinary civilians watching the live broadcast.

Among them were also those with insider information.

Perhaps, descendants of major families were also mixing in to stir things up.

[Don’t worry about what kind of gun it is, the broadcaster’s shooting technique is simply divine. More than ten elite shooters were dodged and shot by him in a messy fashion; I just want to know how he produced the gun.]

[According to rumors, the broadcaster once obtained many benefits, including Void Treasures with hidden spaces during the excavation at the Dongjiang General’s Tomb.]

[Are you sure upstairs isn’t talking about myths?]

[666]

[A myth? There’s something even more mythical, believe it or not, don’t look at the broadcaster being all majestic now, but he’s actually in a precarious situation. Some information is not known to ordinary people, but once you reach a certain level, everyone knows it.]

[Yeah, I can confirm, not only from Linhai and Capital City directions are elite troops rushing to Dongjiang. Even a judgment team from Eternal Life Group has quietly set out.]

[Where did the news come from? Can you describe it confidently?]

The live broadcast room was filled with all kinds of comments.

Some believed, while others thought these revelations were nonsensical.

But Zhou Ping’an knew that these were likely true.

After killing thirteen snipers, he glanced at the Gator’s Mouth app during a moment when he exploded into numerous afterimages, and saw the comments there.

His heart then grew more urgent by several degrees.

"It seems I can’t delay in Proluo State for too long, once the delay drags on, Dongjiang might become unstable,"

The location of the opposing commander was less than two thousand meters away, and running at full speed while employing the A Stone’s Throw, Worlds Away technique, which greatly consumes True Qi, would only take him two seconds to reach the enemy’s face.

This was still taking a curved route, not a straight line, which delayed him somewhat; otherwise, he could have been faster by several times.

However, he didn’t head straight downstairs but stopped in his tracks instead.

It wasn’t because he didn’t want to fight anymore.

Instead, a gust of wind appeared in front of him.

On the once bombarded and machine-gunned eroded ground, gravel and mud suddenly rolled backwards with a loud bang,

just like a sudden, reversing wave on the sea.

He just sensed this gust of wind blowing.

Zhou Ping’an felt a chill on his neck; a blue, eerie curved dagger that resembled a beast’s fang had already torn through the air, closing in on his flesh.

It was only then that he heard a distant boom.

"This person’s speed is considerably faster than sound,"

A brief burst of speed almost matched that of a Blood Eagle of the Commander rank.

How swift was Zhou Ping’an’s neurological response.

Even if the opponent’s movement technique was so fast it caused multiple sonic booms, blending entirely into the wind, beyond what the naked eye could see—

He still easily kept up with the attacking rhythm.

He slightly tilted his body, curved his finger, and blocked it beside his neck, as if brushing or flicking away.

There was a bright flare at his fingertip.

"Snap..."

The curved dagger, under Zhou Ping’an’s finger, made a gentle popping sound and shattered into countless metallic fragments.

The hand holding the dagger quickly retreated, already dropping the weapon and re-entering the wind; amidst a whistling sound, a sharp breeze had already reached Zhou Ping’an’s right side.

"Actually not fleeing."

Zhou Ping’an laughed furiously in response.

In his Mental Induction, he had already quietly outlined the image of a gigantic wolf.

Right in the middle of the giant wolf’s image was a middle-aged man with a slim figure, icy and blood-thirsty eyes.

After this man’s unsuccessful strike and the loss of a dagger—

he was far from discouraged but instead became even more aggressive.

In a split second, he circled around and attacked again.

Zhou Ping’an, without turning his head, didn’t know when but a pale blue crescent moonlight had brightly appeared on his right side.

"Ssst!"

A sharp tearing sound, splitting the air and also splitting a body along with the dagger, ripped everything into two parts.

At this moment, Zhou Ping’an’s word "actually" had just left his mouth.

On his right side, a whooshing sound and suddenly two halves of a corpse fell.

The wind ceased.

The thunderous noise stopped...

From afar and nearby, countless rocks and specks of dirt only then started to clatter down to the ground.

"Moore!"

From three stories up in a building hundreds of meters away, a heart-wrenchingly desperate shout echoed.

The disbelief in the shout was crystal clear to Zhou Ping’an...

"Is this person named Moore? He’s quite skilled,"

"No wonder they ceased firing shells; they must have placed great hopes on this individual,"

Zhou Ping’an had been somewhat surprised.

He was so close now.

Yet the enemy’s attack not only wasn’t getting stronger, but it was also becoming sporadic.

Now he finally understood.

The commander on the other side hadn’t placed all their hope on the immediate Patrol inspector army; they not only used the secretly stored high-tech weaponry but also called upon a secretly powerful expert.

"Surrender, and you won’t die,"

Zhou Ping’an raised his head to look at the tightly arrayed shooting formation of the two thousand Patrol inspector troops, viewing them as if watching two thousand ants, his gaze serene yet utterly devoid of warmth.

"Shoot, what are you waiti..."

A middle-aged Patrol inspector, his face purplish-red as if he had drunk too much fake alcohol, bellowed as he waved his arms to give orders.

He hadn’t finished his words.

Snap...

His head had already exploded on one side.

The voice was stuck in his throat, unable to call out anymore.

At the same time.

Not far from him, several machine gunners, who had just laid their fingers on the triggers, had their heads fly backward a tenth of a second later.

A large blood hole appeared between their eyebrows.

Their bodies slumped down.

"Martin..."

A voice carrying a sob came from upstairs.

Being so close to Zhou Ping’an.

With two Golden Guns in hand.

The outcome in front of the Golden Light Building was a lesson learned.

The commander on the third floor clearly understood this fact.

His voice unavoidably carried a hint of despair.

He even began to hesitate.

Whether to order the Patrol inspectors below to continue shooting, or essentially, to continue sending them to their deaths.

The person across from him was never known for his mercy or soft-heartedness.