Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 338 - 304: Gathering the Power of Wishes, Don’t Blame Me

Chapter 338: Chapter 304: Gathering the Power of Wishes, Don’t Blame Me

Is there any point in ordering an attack now?

Davis actually knew the answer, as his voice had barely faded when the windows in front of him exploded, and a figure moved like a wisp of light smoke, entering the luxurious room and standing in front of him.

"I recognize you, Davis, the highest-ranking officer of the Proluo Patrol, retired from the Kuangsha Legion, having served for seven years, very capable..."

Zhou Ping’an scanned the nine faces in the room and found that he recognized most of them.

Last night, Roger had shown them to him online.

Not just these senior patrol members.

Even the heads of the Administration Hall had been committed to his memory.

That was one advantage on the West Coast.

Those in high positions seemed to be addicted to exposure, their dictionaries lacking the word "low-profile."

Faced with an opportunity to showcase themselves and boast about their accomplishments, they would never miss it.

"You’ve lost."

Zhou Ping’an said in a deep voice.

Davis’s eyes were bloodshot, and his face was filled with agony, "You won’t succeed."

With a swish, he drew his short gun from his waist and lifted his hand to aim.

Seven or eight voices erupted around him.

"Don’t."

Along with their voices came the popping sounds of rapid gunfire.

All nine people in the room trembled.

Massive bullet holes appeared between their brows, and they collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"What you say doesn’t count."

Zhou Ping’an said with a smile.

The ordinary patrol soldiers below, obeying orders, didn’t matter whether they lived or died.

But these senior ranks had to be eliminated to the last man.

Otherwise, if everyone knew that targeting him came without a price, wouldn’t they keep issuing various orders...?

He would be endlessly facing attacks.

Davis was a man.

At the final moment, he knew very well that his gun was fast, his movement technique was fast.

Yet, he still dared to draw and shoot.

Instead of attempting an attack,

It was more like seeking his own death.

The senior patrol members beside him knew this all too well.

Seeing him draw his gun, they immediately cried out in alarm.

Because they knew that this was undoubtedly sending away their last chance of survival.

"As a fellow professional, I let you maintain your dignity at the end without letting a single one of you beg for mercy. That’s the respect I have for you," Zhou Ping’an said softly.

He turned and walked downstairs.

The two thousand patrol troops arranged in rows below simply watched with wide eyes, no one lifting their rifles, no one shooting.

Instead, they parted to make way for him, watching as he walked further and further away.

Even when Zhou Ping’an was completely defenseless, showing his back right in front of them,

Not even one person dared to raise their weapon.

They were not afraid of fighting nor hesitant to shed blood for their homeland.

But facing an opponent clearly too powerful to overcome, where they saw no glimmer of hope of victory,

That overwhelming pressure, deep and heavy as the ocean, weighed heavily on their hearts, making them feel utterly powerless.

Their wives and children were waiting for them at home.

To give up their lives for a meaningless order,

Only a fool would do that.

The ones who didn’t believe this were all dead.

Special Ops Squad Leader Martin was dead.

Chief Inspector Davis was dead.

All the high-ranking patrol members with badges were dead.

Even the thirteen sharpshooters couldn’t escape with their lives.

The most desperate thing was that the Quasi-S Rank strongman from Proluo State, "Wind Wolf" Moore, also met a tragic end.

The opponent didn’t even stain his clothes,

Let alone get injured.

Was there any need to continue this battle?

The answer was, there was not.

[The host is so imposing and fierce.]

[That person earlier, Moore, moved so fast, you couldn’t even see him clearly—no, not even a shadow. Who is he really?]

[That was "Wind Wolf" Moore, a famous Quasi-S Rank master from Proluo State. He once pursued the Ghost Assassin ranked ninth on the Black List. Their fight lasted ten days, ending with the Ghost Assassin severely injured and escaping.]

Even such news was known.

At this point, even the slowest viewers in the live chat realized.

Among the spectators shouting 666 together, there might be personnel from various international intelligence and news agencies present.

After all, how would ordinary people have such detailed knowledge of these secretive affairs?

Remembering earlier, someone had leaked information about Zhou Ping’an possibly carrying mysterious artifacts such as space equipment.

The atmosphere in the live room gradually became eerie.

As a result, those commenting became cautious, not daring to be too rash.

But the cries of 666 grew even more intense.

[Quasi-S Rank masters, strongmen who rank in the top ten on the Black List, all of them couldn’t even survive two encounters with the host before being split in half. So here’s the question, how strong exactly is our host?]

This question indeed voiced everyone’s thoughts.

But no one answered.

Or rather, no one knew...

It wasn’t that no one knew, Zhou Ping’an certainly knew.

He sneaked a look at the messages in the live room, also feeling a bit helpless.

These people almost stripped him to his underpants.

He just wanted to say, never underestimate the people of this world.

To an Interested Party, nothing about him could remain hidden.

Fortunately, during the nearly one and a half months of shuttling between two worlds, grasping opportunities, he had ultimately raised his strength.

If not for that,

Had the news of the treasures from the General’s Tomb and his rapid evolution spread before he gained the power to protect himself, that would have been true death without life.

Of course, this was also thanks to the fact that Master Dong had not shown too covetable skills in the early stages.

And gratitude was due to Taihe Pharmaceuticals and the official backers who didn’t take him too seriously.

They had finally arrived at the most critical opportunity to catch their breath.

’Now that I’ve been exposed to everyone, the stronger I get, the more attractive I become. The more attention I draw, the higher the stakes. It’s hard to weigh the gains and losses; I can only take it one step at a time.’

Zhou Ping’an heaved a sigh in his mind but wasn’t overly surprised.

He knew that this day was bound to come sooner or later.

Ever since he made the decision to quickly gather the Power of Wishes through live streaming and video creation, he had embarked on a point of no return.

Either the world would completely engulf him, devouring even his bones,

Or he would become an insurmountable peak, forcing all to retreat in awe and reverence.

In doing so, all crises would be resolved.

The card game had begun, and the gamblers had taken their seats.

Who would win, who would lose.

It all depended on who had the superior tactics.

Feeling the surging tides of Wish Power Threads in the depths of his Sea of Consciousness, Zhou Ping’an was not the least bit worried. Instead, he was filled with boundless ambition.

’Finally, I’ve gathered three hundred and seventy-five thousand Power of Wishes. It wasn’t easy.’

After a rough estimate, he realized that at the very moment he had just shot and killed those nine of Davis’s people, forcing two thousand Patrol Soldiers to watch helplessly as he left...

The Power of Wishes surged like a frenzy.

In an instant, it increased by over two hundred thousand threads.

Three hundred and eighty-three thousand viewers online, with three hundred and ten thousand likes and four hundred and sixty-seven thousand Wish Power Threads.

"The ratio is climbing a bit too fast..."

While Zhou Ping’an was pleased, he also had some epiphanies.

Those watching may not necessarily like.

Those liking may not necessarily be sincere...

Most are just there for the excitement, itching to join the crowd.

Only these four hundred and sixty-seven thousand people are truly admiring and trusting, with genuine fervent worship.

This means that these hundreds of thousands genuinely approve of his actions and feel uplifted or hold respect and admiration.

With that in mind, he knew how to proceed in the future.

Extraordinary people, do extraordinary things.

That’s the right way to gather the Power of Wishes.

Following the crowd and pandering for applause might earn cheers but won’t garner much Power of Wishes.

Perhaps, after watching and liking, the viewers might even curse under their breath.

’The Five Desires Evil Art can be upgraded now, but unfortunately, it’s not the time yet.’

If it weren’t for the wrong setting and timing,

Zhou Ping’an would like to find a quiet place to enhance his cultivation and combat power first.

Because upgrading cultivation requires a lot of time and usually causes quite a stir.

Here in Proluo City, it’s clearly not very appropriate.

He’s extremely curious about what kind of special ability he would gain after reaching Five Desires Completion.

However, regardless,

He’s relieved to see his strength about to significantly improve.

As long as he could get through this, he wouldn’t have to worry too much about a sudden attack from the Helm Master of the Red Lotus Army who loves "decapitation strikes" when he returns to the Different World.

He hasn’t forgotten that, while the Red Lotus Army was pushing forward, they were followed by Demon and King level experts.

A Fang Buping alone was already tough enough to deal with,

Let alone facing the even stronger Divine Archer.

And also County Magistrate Cui of Guangyun County, who was secretly causing trouble.

On the surface, Qingyang City appeared prosperous, with contented civilians thriving and flourishing.

In reality, it was like walking on thin ice.

That much, Zhou Ping’an was clear in his heart.

But that was all in the past.

Now things are different.

Having amassed such a vast Power of Wishes in a short time, advancing his cultivation even further, his combat power would more than double.

This is the foundation for his stability and existence.

With such substantial gains,

Zhou Ping’an even found that the trouble of being fully exposed wasn’t bothering him as much.

He walked through the center of the plaza, not disturbing the wealthy merchants in Aier Manor, nor Lan Fengjiao and her companions.

Although, no one in this district dared to lay a hand on him anymore.

"Quick, quickly get in the car, let’s escape through the West City Gate to the port."

Roger was driving a taxi—he didn’t know where it came from—and he pulled up beside Zhou Ping’an, hastily urging him to get in.

"Why should we flee?"

Zhou Ping’an looked at Roger inquisitively.

Only to find the concern and fear on Roger’s face were real.

"Field battles, tens of thousands of field fighters have entered the city, much more formidable than the Patrol in terms of both forces and weapons, and what’s key is, they have the numbers."

Thinking of tens of thousands of troops, driving tanks, pulling cannons, and attacking with all sorts of black weapons developed in labs, Roger’s head began to tingle.

"Field battles, huh..."

Zhou Ping’an’s gaze flickered slightly.

He, of course, knew that the real military forces and the city’s security forces were completely different,

Even their combat resolve was entirely different.

Moreover, even if he could slaughter his way out and leave rivers of blood and mountains of corpses, it wouldn’t matter much; no matter how many died, those people wouldn’t frown, but rather unite together in enmity and send leagues of allied troops to fight to the death with him.

And in the end, no one knew what the outcome would look like.

This was the real reason Roger was worried.

Do not think that the Sky Hawk Alliance would truly honor some treaties; once a certain critical point is reached, there are always some fanatics who would do things that shock everyone.

"Boss, this is not the time to stubbornly resist. Even if we win, we lose."

Roger was so anxious that his lips almost cracked when he saw that Zhou Ping’an seemed unconcerned.

"We cannot flee."

Zhou Ping’an shook his head.

He looked puzzled and suddenly asked, "Who do you think mobilized this army?"

"The Governor, of course. With such a major incident happening in the city and the death of so many key figures, could the highest official of Proluo State just sit back and ignore it?"

"Right, there’s a proper channel for redress, a debtor for every debt. Have you forgotten the purpose of my visit here?"

Zhou Ping’an pulled out his phone and saw that the bounty was still listed in bloody red letters, hanging high on the Dark Web page.

"How can I leave with the bounty still not retracted?"

He opened the car door, settled into the passenger seat, and said coldly, "Well, you can’t blame me for this. Take me to the Administration Hall."

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