Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 418 - 374: Destroying the Sharpest Spear, As If Seeing a Celestial

Chapter 418: Chapter 374: Destroying the Sharpest Spear, As If Seeing a Celestial

"Zhang Xilin, he practiced the Breathing Technique, which likely involves the enhancement of spiritual power. Ordinary physical pain can’t break through his mental defense."

"What’s so good about Zhou Ping’an that he could make this man so loyal?"

"President Huang, I request the use of the A3-type strong Truth Serum. This drug can overcome even a Spiritual Master and make him confess who he had a crush on in his childhood honestly."

Qian Jiaxi looked at Zhang Xilin, who had been left skinless and boneless, as his limbs were gradually crushed into powder by Huang Zhiwei’s ’Bone Crushing Machine,’ his expression darkening.

He still had many methods to try, one by one.

However, this adversary was no ordinary opponent, and there was absolutely no time to delay.

If the other side were to react, it might endanger his people.

The safest approach was to pry open the captured target’s mouth in the shortest time... to obtain useful information and pass it on.

By then, the task would be complete, no matter how much the other side struggled afterward, like a praying mantis after autumn...

Not to mention retaliating against his people, even self-preservation would be considered lucky for them.

The power of large groups and companies, when not mobilized, is like a harmless tiger, lazy as a big cat.

Once fully unleashed, it becomes man-eating.

In the past, they remained inactive only because there was nothing worth moving for.

If they truly obtained something "extremely valuable" and confirmed it, in pursuit of the maximum benefit, it’s very likely that a large number of experts from the group would gather in Dongjiang.

With the momentum of Mount Tai crushing eggs, they would pulverize Dongjiang’s local forces into dust.

"But, as long as we can extract the Tidal Breathing Technique, which assures trouble-free achievement of S-level, even the greatest cost can be borne.

No need to worry about consequences... I need this Breathing Technique to prove certain matters to the company and to request reinforcements."

The deep voice on the phone carried a kind of resolute decisiveness.

It’s no wonder he was the executive president of the subsidiary, capable of developing the subsidiary into Dongjiang’s unrivaled behemoth in the gene potion market within just half a year.

President Huang Shicheng, just over forty years old, could definitely be described as vigorous and powerful.

The decisions he made were never wrong.

"Bring the Truth Serum..."

Qian Jiaxi did not even hang up the phone before he immediately issued the order to his subordinates.

As soon as the words dropped, no reply came.

Instead, a strange shrieking sound was heard.

Brilliant red light dazzled his eyes, as tiny red specks filtered through windowsills and vines into his vision and penetrated his mind.

He gasped, took a leap towards the window, and hid behind a concrete reinforced wall, pulling out a small circular mirror he carried all the time, and placed it at the corner of the window to reflect and view.

He saw in the mirror countless red dots pouring like torrential rain.

They ripped through the air, shattered the vines like they had eyes, passed through various obstructive buildings, and directly burrowed into the heads and hearts of his subordinates.

Even though his men were wearing titanium alloy helmets and donned two layers of Heavy Armor, they couldn’t block the streaks of red light threads.

Puff...

Like dominoes.

The twelve elite B-level operatives on the perimeter only had time to show a glimpse of terror and despair.

With a half-cry in their mouths, not a single shot fired or a bullet shot, they fell to the ground in a chain reaction, all at once.

They died just like a bunch of ants, no glory, no struggle...

"What is that?"

On the still-connected phone call, Director Huang Shicheng’s voice became sharp and altered in pitch.

He had clearly seen the scene too.

The operation manager held up a cellphone and a mirror to the window, and through this incidental action, he witnessed the scene of overwhelming destruction before him.

These were B-level warriors who had grown stronger from fighting in the wilderness, all having endured the cruel, soul-crushing process of genetic fusion, forming a team capable of overpowering all formidable enemies.

They weren’t just comparable to the city’s Police Security forces, they were several levels stronger than even the most elite combat teams in wild battles.

This kind of team.

Under Director Huang Shicheng, only two such teams were nurtured, totaling twenty-four people.

Apart from the three A-level leaders, these twenty-four B-level warriors were his foundation of confidence when sitting back and fishing.

Now, nearly half of that force was destroyed in the span of a single breath.

Director Huang Shicheng felt a chill in his heart.

Even through the phone, one could hear the endless horror in his voice.

"Zhou Ping’an..."

Qian Jiaxi, being an A-level Genetically Modified Warrior fused with the A-level Ferocious Beast, Saber-Toothed Tiger, naturally maintained a domineering spirit. Even though he felt that the situation was spiraling out of control and that the opponents were terrifyingly strong,

he did not lose control of his emotions but soberly recognized who the attacker was.

The next step, what action to take, was the best choice.

His pupils dilated, and he immediately shouted:

"Control Zhang Xilin, do not let go of the hostage."

He was speaking to Deputy Operations Manager Huang Zhiwei.

Huang Zhiwei was also an A-level Genetically Modified Warrior, but his fusion was with the Ferocious Beast, Rhinoceros.

Although his strength was frighteningly powerful and his defensive power extremely robust, his mind was not very sharp, only capable of handling straightforward tasks without much technical content.

President Huang had appointed his distant nephew to be the Deputy Operations Manager under Qian Jiaxi’s command, which was a decision reflective of using the right people for the right job and not favoritism.

True to the nature of a Rhinoceros Gene Modifier, Huang Zhiwei didn’t react in time. He was just about to extract Zhang Xilin’s teeth one by one, thoroughly enjoying the process...

When his eyes reflected a red glow, he hadn’t even thought to look outside the window.

Upon hearing Manager Qian’s roar, he just blankly lifted his huge head.

Then, he saw a bright red arrow-like beam piercing through layers of air, causing ripples to erupt and howling as it shattered both the round mirror and cellphone in front of the window.

"This is..."

Huang Zhiwei’s simple and foolish brain was just a bit puzzled.

His head, with a "pop" sound, turned into blood and ashes scattering in all directions.

His burly figure swayed and then fell backwards to the ground.

Zhang Xilin let out a strange "he-he" laughter from his mouth; the intense pain all over his body couldn’t suppress the exhilaration in his heart.

He knew who had come.

"All must die..."

The previous torture almost broke him, and now his body no longer felt like his own, a sharp buzzing pain drilling through his forehead, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

From a certain perspective, he had already profoundly realized what it felt like to prefer death over life.

Fortunately, he made it to the very last moment.

That person would never let anyone down.

Especially towards those close to him, his own people...

One never needed to worry that he would do something as abandoning, the only worry was that there might not be enough enemies, not enough to kill.

"Heh heh..."

"Laugh my ass off, you’re going to die before I do."

Qian Jiaxi could only feel like everything before him was a massive dream, just as a great situation unfolded, poised to reap rewards and a future full of bright prospects.

Yet, what about the results? Everything he had gained was lost in an instant.

What career path.

What merits.

They all became meaningless.

And he, ultimately, could not escape death.

Just watching arrow after arrow shoot toward him like rainbows, that extreme sharpness of killing intent prickled his brain and made his body stiffen...

He knew then that even his most prized combat spirit and formidable spiritual power were nothing in front of his opponent.

Just feeling a hint of the killing intent released by the opponent almost made him utterly unable to move.

The gap between them was more than a chasm.

Thinking of the name [Zhou, King of Hell], and the live streams and videos he had seen before.

Qian Jiaxi had no more inklings of luck in his heart.

His eyes turned bloody red.

At this moment, all he thought was to drag Zhang Xilin down with him, to die together.

All of this, just because he wanted to extract the contents of the Breathing Technique from this man.

Had it not been for him, his people would never have ended up like this.

Although his thoughts were many, in truth, only two seconds had passed.

A moment ago, when he shrank his hand just in time, the phone and a small round mirror exploded.

He shouted a sentence, then drew a huge, sci-fi-like pistol from his waist, his finger on the trigger, a strand of bright red flame about to shoot out, when suddenly, he felt unable to control his own fingers.

Not just unable to control his fingers, but also his arms.

A pale, moon-like blue light flashed for an instant from his shoulder and neck, slashing obliquely toward a corner of the roof.

It cleaved a long, smooth, transparent fissure into the solid reinforced concrete wall, as daylight poured in.

"This is..."

Qian Jiaxi’s mind was muddled, completely unaware of what had happened.

Then, he felt his head keep sliding off, intense pain bombarded his brain when amidst a mist of blood, a head fell to the ground.

His eyes still bloodshot, wide open.

It was only then that he clearly saw what had happened.

The wall behind him that blocked the enemies, unbeknownst to him, had been cut open with a huge gash.

Half a wall tilted and fell with a crash.

A long-haired young man dressed in Police Security uniform, holding a long sword, carrying a longbow, walked slowly over.

The sword gleamed with a pale blue light, like a cold moon, unblemished by any bloodstain.

Qian Jiaxi’s last remaining trace of regret dissipated like smoke, his eyes void of any spirit, and the room, aside from the intensified smell of blood, fell completely silent.

"You actually didn’t have to be so persistent, being tortured is just that, confessing is just confessing, it’s merely a matter of the Breathing Technique."

Zhou Ping’an watched Zhang Xilin’s limbs twisted like pretzels, saw his dislocated bones everywhere, and couldn’t help but be somewhat moved.

He could hardly imagine what it felt like to hold one’s tongue under such torment.

"I may have many flaws, perhaps too cunning, always scheming ahead... But I do have one virtue, which I’ve always possessed..."

Zhang Xilin, even now, persisted, speaking with the utmost difficulty, not allowing himself to be unable even to speak.

That would be too disgraceful.

"Report to my superior, I am incompetent, stepped into a trap without realizing, I request to resign from my post as police chief, to return and re-cultivate..."

"Human nature is unpredictable, no one can guarantee they will never make mistakes in their lifetime. You are just, not strong enough."

Zhou Ping’an shook his head and did not accept his request.

He simply reached into his robe and pulled out a needle case.

Of course, not taken from the pocket, this is just a facade, he stored seven or eight sets of fine silver needles in the mirror space, just in case he encountered such circumstances.

Impermanence Needle Technique, lacking long needles, always diminishes some of its marvelous uses.

When it comes to saving lives, as urgent as rescuing from water and fire, every second counts.

With silver needles in hand, he worried about nothing, as long as Zhang Xilin didn’t die on the spot, he could still be saved.

As he applied the needles, a vast vitality emerged, Zhang Xilin’s breath gradually became stable and uniform...

His whole body’s bones started "pop pop" sounding like popcorn, making tiny noises.

That was bones realigning, fusing, and wounds sprouting new flesh...

It only took a mere quarter of an hour.

Apart from lingering phantom pains in his body, Zhang Xilin was fully restored.

His expression appeared both joyful and sorrowful.

As if he couldn’t believe it, yet as if he had just woken from a dream,

His demeanor was very strange.

Looking at Zhou Ping’an’s eyes again, it was as if he saw a celestial being.

Zhou Ping’an, however, did not overly mind Zhang Xilin’s peculiar thoughts, simply squinting his eyes, looking toward the Ancient Tomb.

"Since we’ve already torn our faces, we can only walk one path to the end.

I was initially thinking of keeping them as restraint, but there’s no need anymore...

Being too meticulous is actually not good, sometimes it’s not bad to be a bit rough in methods."

...

Requesting Monthly Pass.