Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 342 - 308: Blade Light Like Snow, The Demon King is Born

Chapter 342: Chapter 308: Blade Light Like Snow, The Demon King is Born

Zhou Ping’an didn’t delay even for half a second.

With another leap, he was by Zhang Tie’s side.

This one’s injuries, compared to Fu Yunqian’s, were somewhat lighter, but not by much.

Not only was his right leg, from the knee down, smashed by a flying boulder, causing the bones to splinter in all directions, but his chest and abdomen had clearly been swept by the blast wave, resulting in internal injuries and he vomited blood profusely.

For an ordinary doctor, external injuries are easier to treat than internal ones.

For Zhou Ping’an however, internal injuries were easier to manage than external ones.

The life force flowed through his body, and the deathly energy dissipated.

Then with a casual pat, he realigned the twisted and fractured bones of the injured leg and, using the same technique to cut off the pain nerves...

Zhou Ping’an couldn’t afford to pay attention to the others for the moment.

It took seven or eight seconds.

The Mechanically Transformed Warriors were already closing in, about two hundred meters away.

About thirty of them, each standing two to three meters tall, their whole bodies from head to toe, shining with a dark metallic luster.

Especially on their chests, which had thick composite steel plates, securely hiding the Modified Nerve Lines and the drive systems.

These fully metallic Modified Monsters, appearing very cumbersome at nearly two meters seventy-eight in height, surprisingly ran with great speed, almost double that of a hundred-meter sprinter on the field.

Zhou Ping’an could even see red streams of light flowing at the location of these Modifiers’ buttocks.

Clearly, they were also equipped with drive systems.

The people around him had already taken the hint, crouching low in the pit, not daring to raise their heads.

This time, even the head of the bodyguard team Deng Zhigang had no thoughts of showing off.

Not even daring to show the muzzles of their guns.

All they could feel was the slight trembling of their bodies as a barrage of bullets whizzed overhead.

For a while, the live broadcast room fell silent, only the digital curtain rose when the airplane was blasted.

As for Zhou Ping’an’s emergency treatment, no one seemed to understand what was happening, expressing confusion.

But watching the injured Fu Yunqian and Zhang Tie, the atmosphere was slightly heavy.

[Damn, are these Modified Warriors tough to deal with?]

Now that they were closer.

Seeing the equipment and defense of those Mechanical Warriors, you could feel the overwhelming pressure.

[Such thick armor, yet still able to maintain flexible movement, the host’s two small pistols won’t do the trick.]

They were right.

Zhou Ping’an fired several shots with his Golden Gun.

He found that although he hit weak spots on their bodies, sparks flew off those several Modified Warriors, and their movements were slightly distorted, but on their steel bodies, only a few dents appeared...

Zhou Ping’an then put away his pistols.

These thirty Modified Monsters, each clad in iron defense, were no less intimidating than "Blood Axe" Andre, whom he had faced before on the Black List; they were impervious.

Besides being less nimble and accurate than Andre, they surpassed him in other respects.

Because these guys didn’t fear death.

Each had a belt of bullets across their body, their left hands blazing with gunfire, bullets pouring out like rain.

The right hand was brandishing a Broad Sword as wide as a door, a single slash sweeping with a powerful gust of wind.

The sheer force of it had Lan Fengjiao and Roger, among others, with their hearts racing.

Merely their size and defense already exerted tremendous pressure.

’Even a Particle Ripple Gun, if it hits once or twice, probably won’t destroy their ability to act, right?’

It wasn’t just them thinking this way.

The audience in the live broadcast room clearly thought the same.

Every time these Mechanical Warriors appeared, it was in the Ferocious Beast Battlefield, with their fearlessness of death, resilience to injury, and powerful firepower, able to stand at the front line against ferocious beasts.

The application of such cutting-edge technology initially won loud cheers from everyone.

Now, facing the head-on battle, it felt extremely difficult.

[What is the host doing?]

[He’s going for a melee...]

[Clashing steel against steel is a bad move.]

The live streaming room was filled with wails of despair.

Of course, there were also those who took pleasure in others’ misfortune.

However, the comments from this group were mostly in Skyhawk, not in Zhuxia language, so they weren’t too glaring.

Amidst all the strange and bizarre comments, whether out of worry or curiosity,

Zhou Ping’an’s figure dragged out a long afterimage as he leaped out of the pit...

Dodging the torrential chains of bullets, the pale-blue sword light transformed into a full moon, creating a furious tide as it swept across several mechanical steel warriors who were charging at the front.

[What’s the use of this?]

[Using a sword to chop through steel...]

[A broad blade as wide as a door panel, can he even cut through it?]

The subtitles had just appeared.

All the viewers saw, under the bright sunlight, five or six spheres simultaneously flying up.

The mechanical warriors’ broad blades, which whipped up a fierce wind, were of no use in interception at all.

They were penetrated by the moon-like glow.

With a faint flash of the sword light, the steel at their necks was already cleanly severed.

The red glow flickering in their eyes instantly extinguished.

Six modified warriors, their massive and sturdy bodies, quivered simultaneously, their forms skewed, and they thunderously fell to the ground, unable to move.

Sparks of electricity spilled out from their bodies, sizzling.

Zhou Ping’an didn’t stop after that one slash; he let out a long howl, his figure suddenly bursting into dozens of afterimages, and at the same time, he twisted and turned his arm, wielding his sword.

Compared to his fast and indistinct phantom sword light, the modified warriors’ solid and deliberate moves appeared as slow as snails.

The broad blade was only raised halfway.

Over twenty steel heads nearly all flew up at the same time.

Peang peang peang peang...

Like a row of dominoes.

Dozens of towering steel bodies, from near and far, could no longer stand and, still driven by their momentum, all toppled over.

They were shut down.

Watching the sparking electricity scatter from their bodies as they lay motionless on the ground, even a blind person could tell that these machines were broken.

[They’re dead.]

[The mechanically transformed warriors of the Eagle Alliance actually have a vital point. Although their heads are protected by a hard alloy shell, a lump of steel that seems of little use, in reality, the interaction between biological nerves and pulse particles means they are still half organic, half mechanical. Once their central processing unit is severed, they’re directly disabled.]

As this scene unfolded, an expert immediately appeared to provide commentary.

[No, I mean, what’s the use of such a big weakness if it’s so easily exposed? They’re not even fast. Once their necks are cut, they’re useless.]

[What are you talking about above? Do you think just anyone can sever the neck of a mechanical warrior? Even if you fire at them with a machine gun for three to five minutes, you might not be able to break their necks.

Especially considering that their transmission systems are the most fiercely protected and have the strongest defense. Haven’t you heard that the most dangerous places can also be the safest?]

[Then the host...]

[The host’s sword is strange; it’s said to come from the General’s Tent, an heirloom blade of a Qin Dynasty general, a treasured weapon with spirit, cutting steel as if slicing through tofu.]

[You’re all missing the point, what treasure sword isn’t important. What’s important is the host’s speed and sword technique. I just calculated it, the host covered nearly a hundred and thirty meters in half a second.

And in the process, he swung twenty-eight different strokes, each with a different angle, all precise and ruthless. Even slowed down fifty times, you can only see the afterimage of the sword...]

As a data aficionado commented,

this time, no one spoke up to doubt.

With such a sharp treasure sword, paired with that cheat-like speed and sword technique, once he charged through, not even bullets could hit him, sweeping away swathes in a single movement.

[The anchor was enraged.]

There was a pause.

Then someone spoke, causing a tremor in everyone’s heart.

Indeed.

So much talk.

Analysis after analysis.

Yet no one noticed that Zhou Ping’an, with a cold expression on his face, instructed Lan Fengjiao and the others to hide in place and wait.

As for himself, he transformed into a wisp of light smoke, dashing forward with great speed.

...

The scenery all around turned into a blurry expanse of light.

White light, green shadows, yellow earth, stretching into an indistinct swath of colorful light mist, the whole livestream like a kaleidoscope, making the viewers dizzy and nauseous.

[Is he running?]

Someone managed to speak despite the discomfort.

But no one responded.

For the thunderous roars bursting forth from the livestream room had already proven everything.

Zhou Ping’an’s charging speed was so fast it exploded the air, surpassing sound.

Currents of air surged around him, turning into long white traces, his shadow nowhere to be seen.

A troop of thousands appeared ahead.

With vehicles, tanks, and fully armed soldiers arranging defenses, measuring distances.

Some were shouting loudly, preparing to fire.

Suddenly, a white streak appeared in the sky.

A flash of light.

And he was close at hand.

Only then did the sound of thunderous booms reach their ears.

That was the aftermath of his speed being too great, impacting the air.

The violent wind swept past.

It made it difficult for the troop ahead to stand firm.

"Damn it."

The voice of Zhou Ping’an shook all directions, making everyone’s heart race.

It was so uncomfortable that they wanted to vomit.

At the spot where his figure landed.

A tank, forged from solid steel, deformed and twisted under the stomp of his foot...

The incredibly solid steel beast, under his foot, was like a paper construct, twisting with the shock wave through the air, suddenly shrinking to a third of its height.

Half buried in the ground, half squashed into a pancake.

Blood and suspicious fluids burst out from around the steel giant.

One could faintly hear a half scream.

"Fire, fire now."

A middle-aged man in military uniform, his eyes bursting, shrieked orders.

No sooner had the command been issued.

Than a blood flower bloomed between his eyebrows.

In the midst of the troops, the figure in a black cloak flitted over tanks and artillery vehicles like a grasshopper, whistling to and fro.

Wherever his toes touched.

A pancake appeared.

The ground caved in, and within dozens of meters, it was shocked by the aftermath, leaving a crater a meter deep.

Within that range, the soldiers struck by this shock wave were turned to mush.

At the same time, Zhou Ping’an’s two Golden Guns fired at a rate of more than ten bullets per second, his arms creating eight afterimages.

The bullets, precise to a fault, drilled into the foreheads of all those about to raise their guns.

Where he passed, it was like a violent storm.

The soldiers fell like wild wheat in a field, in great swathes.

Not a single person managed to fire a shot or a bullet at him.

Those who gave the attack order.

Died the fastest.

Even those who thought of attacking, who were preparing to move in their hearts, were blown away at the first chance.

"He’s not human."

"A devil..."

"I’m not fighting anymore, Mommy!"

As Zhou Ping’an advanced two miles.

Trampling over more than twenty artillery vehicles and tanks, killing over thirteen hundred, the entire long column crumbled completely.

This force had as many as three to four thousand men, powerful and well-armed when they arrived.

With planes leading the way and Modified Warriors taking the hard hits.

Plus artillery vehicles, tanks, and all kinds of soldiers ready to move, even enough for a small war.

The reason for deploying thousands to intercept was not to use them all, but to block all directions, to prevent Zhou Ping’an from escaping.

What happened then?

The planes and Modified Warriors hadn’t made much impact before they were destroyed.

And that just called down frenzied retaliation.

In less than three minutes.

All heavy combat equipment was scrapped.

Those soldiers, usually so imperious.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand lay fallen.

Each with a bullet through the forehead.

Not even worth saving.

It was bad enough that the casualties were heavy.

The key was that they hadn’t landed a single bullet on the approaching enemy.

Facing an opponent who could not be hit or aimed at, who casually reaped their lives, it was remarkable they held on for three minutes.

"Where’s Brown?"

Zhou Ping’an pursued from behind, his gaze sharp as a hawk’s.

Staring at those in military uniform, he took lives with each shot.

His voice was calm and cold.

After a bloody path, he pursued once more.

He wasn’t planning to stop until Brown showed up.

[You know how to start a war, but you never know how to end it!]

In the livestream room.

A comment appeared.

Everyone fell silent.

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