Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 345 - 310: Assassin Warrior, Shadow of Dongjiang_2

Chapter 345: Chapter 310: Assassin Warrior, Shadow of Dongjiang_2

"Look at how cowardly you are, you still lack practice. All I’m saying is that this man has extreme physical strength and energy level, but he’s not impossible to deal with. In a real fight to the death, I have at least a sixty percent chance of taking his life, and a ninety percent certainty of going down with him."

The old man glanced at his broad blade, reached out, and with a light gesture, the thick, black large sword leapt into his hands, emitting a buzzing tremor.

Holding the sword across his chest, he struck a bold and valiant pose.

"That’s good, that’s good."

White patted his chest, exhaling a long breath of relief.

However, he failed to notice that Old Man Jones’s gaze flickered uncertainly for a moment.

...

Zhou Ping’an found a military vehicle and drove to where Lan Fengjiao and the others were hiding.

At this time, the main road was completely deserted, so he relaxed.

After calling the others to get on the vehicle, he said gravely, "Head to the airport. As you’ve seen, after this battle, at least on the land of Proluo State, no one dares to stop us."

Not easy at all.

Damn it.

The people behind exchanged glances, completely at a loss for what to say.

During the previous aerial strike and when the army blocked the road, they even thought they might all have to lay down their lives there.

Their most extravagant hope was to forge a bloody path and escape with their lives.

But they never expected.

That Zhou Ping’an, with just two small pistols, could scatter the opposing force of four or five thousand elite troops.

Not only did he thoroughly defeat the enemy, but he also killed the commanding general.

After this battle, Proluo State would definitely fear the name "Zhou," and there would be no need to flee anymore.

Anyone with half a brain would think to escort these people out of the country, not wanting to see this "King Yan" again in their lifetime.

"Is that old man really strong?"

Lan Fengjiao started the car and slowly drove forward, after helping the others lift two injured people onto the vehicle, she finally settled down and asked.

Because she realized that Zhou Ping’an had stopped the live stream.

Clearly, what followed would no longer be exposed to the public eye, and they could speak in hushed tones.

Zhou Ping’an, with a contented expression, was calculating the 550,000 Wish Power Threads he obtained, thinking that once he returned, he could immediately improve his cultivation and become much stronger.

Moreover, there was still plenty of remaining Wish Power to accelerate the training of the Immovable King Vajra Body Technique or to enhance the level of his "Entering Minutiae" secret technique.

Even if he couldn’t make a breakthrough, a little progress was still good.

Hearing Lan Fengjiao asking this way.

He immediately realized that the people around him hadn’t completely let go of their anxiety.

Previously, in the live stream, seeing his own struggle with Old Man Jones, they understandably worried that the old man might double-cross them and strike in secret once more.

"Don’t worry, that old man is wise. He won’t risk his life, using the population of an entire state of Proluo as a bargaining chip on the gambling table."

Zhou Ping’an had a faint smile on his face and continued, "Besides, I left that old man some dignity earlier. Didn’t you notice that he’s well aware of that himself? In a fight to the death, his chances of winning wouldn’t exceed thirty percent and within ten moves, he might be dead."

"Ah!"

Lan Fengjiao, Roger, and the others all widened their eyes.

Looking at Zhou Ping’an’s expression and recalling the experiences along the way, they suddenly understood something.

Zhou Ping’an’s style of combat, with his movement technique and sword technique, was overwhelmingly baffling, lightning-fast in approach and departure, with extraordinary and incomprehensible attacks.

Such a method of fighting was clearly the attack pattern of an assassin.

The attack as swift as thunder, the move as quick as lightning.

Fighting guerrilla warfare would drive one to despair.

It’s just that he’d always been facing his opponents head-on, which made them overlook this critical point.

And what about Old Man Jones? His bold, powerful, and extremely robust fighting style fit that of a warrior through and through.

An assassin versus a warrior, head-on collision.

And yet they fought to a standstill.

In a life-or-death struggle, there was no need to spell out who would win and who would lose.

Using a short weapon to match a long one and still coming out even in this manner.

With the advantage of reach, defeating an enemy would be no trouble at all.

Perhaps, this was the real reason why Old Man Jones never wanted to clash blades with Zhou Ping’an right from the start.

"You still have hidden strength?"

Roger was shaken by this realization, nearly steering the car into a ditch, almost losing the dignity of an experienced driver.

He turned his head in surprise and asked, "That’s the famous ’Flame Dragon Blade’ Jones, who is an absolute powerhouse even within the Eagle Alliance. In the eyes of people at that level, the Black List hardly counts for anything..."

True powerhouses are known by word of mouth.

They’re not looking to show off every day.

They have their own responsibilities.

Each defending their own territory...

They are humanity’s last bastions.

On this point, there is a tacit understanding among nations.

Fight as we must, we must never underestimate a ferocious beast and always keep a card up our sleeve.

Zhou Ping’an shook his head but didn’t answer.

In a way, Roger’s guess was actually correct.

He concealed more than just strength.

He hadn’t even revealed half of his combat power.

The world is vast.

Zhou Ping’an hasn’t fully grasped it yet.

His habitual caution in conduct always led him to reserve some trump cards.

For instance, he kept the outbreak of the "Purifying Lotus Body" hidden.

Since achieving the fourth level, he had never shown even a trace of it in the modern world.

Furthermore, the ability of his "Life and Death Impermanence Perfection Technique," which allowed for unlimited endurance, life-death conversion, and automatic recovery, had also never been displayed before others.

Extreme burst capabilities combined with unlimited recovery.

Those were his true trump cards.

By contrast,

his incredibly fast movement and stepping techniques, as well as his perfectly fluid sword technique, seemed insignificant.

Having just tested the S-rank combat power of Jones with the "Flame Dragon Blade,"

he gained a rough understanding of his own strength tier.

If he used all his trump cards, S-rank combat power would merely be an easy target for him.

Even if an opponent self-destructed on the spot, it wouldn’t be possible to kill him instantly.

As long as he survived, he could fully recover his combat power.

The ability to save himself was incredibly strong.

However, these things didn’t need to be revealed.

Having multiple backups in place allows for more contingencies.

There’s always someone stronger, and accidents can happen anywhere.

It’s always right to be extra cautious.

Only by surviving to the end can one laugh last, and Zhou Ping’an had a very profound understanding of this.

...

The voyage back to Dongjiang was smooth sailing, just as Zhou Ping’an had predicted.

Not only were they respectfully escorted to board the plane at the airport,

but there were also no fighter jets attacking during the flight.

Of course, there were no missiles either...

It seemed, the Eagle Alliance had accepted what he had done in Proluo State and showed no signs of retaliation.

Zhou Ping’an was unclear about what might be happening behind the scenes.

But as long as no one caused trouble overtly,

he was very satisfied.

...

Having just returned to Jinguiyuan,

after washing away the dust of travel and enjoying the meal meticulously prepared by Mother Zhou, Tang Tang came for a visit.

"Have you eaten? Join us," Zhou Ping’an offered, not one to actively probe the emotions of his friends and family.

Even so, he could still see that something was off with his senior sister’s complexion.

"You go ahead and eat, and after you’re done, accompany me for a walk," she said.

The sky was dimming, and the moon was rising above the willows.

Taking a walk after dinner was a very normal invitation.

Mother Zhou, suppressing the joy between her brows, pretended not to hear the conversation and busied herself in the kitchen while still leaning an ear to eavesdrop on the living room chat.

Seeing Zhou Lan, who had just finished her exams, try to approach the dining table like a shadow, she quickly pulled her back.

"You impudent girl, don’t disturb your brother’s important conversation. You have another test tomorrow; go study. If you don’t do well, beware that they might regret it and not let you advance," she chided.

"Alright, alright, I’ll study. Mom, you play favorites. Just wait a couple of months, when I’m off to the Capital City, you won’t have anyone left to scold," Zhou Lan grumbled.

However, she didn’t disturb Zhou Ping’an and Tang Tang any longer.

As the sky grew darker, the two left Jinguiyuan. With a serious expression, Tang Tang whispered, "Dongjiang City’s port is unusual; there might be a master who has arrived, but no one has noticed."

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