Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 420 - 376: Smoke Dragon’s Dead End, Origin of the Star Pearls

Chapter 420: Chapter 376: Smoke Dragon’s Dead End, Origin of the Star Pearls

Zhou Ping’an didn’t know what kind of bizarre creature’s genes the newcomer had fused with.

Just by looking at the towering expanse of smoke, stretching dozens of meters high and hundreds of meters wide, he knew that the old man known as "Smoke Dragon" was serious this time.

According to international customs,

generally, S-class experts are not supposed to engage in infighting.

Usually, they each command a region, defending against the Beast Tide.

Custom is custom,

but it’s only a proposal made by some people in order to maximize their interests.

It’s not even a rule.

When it’s beneficial, everyone abides by it, not willing to break it.

But when it contradicts their own interests, some people are flexible enough to adjust their moral baseline.

From ancient times, rules have only been used to restrain the weak, seldom the strong.

Because, for the strong, possessing the power to trample on rules and customs at any time...

They can choose not to use this power, but it’s not because they cannot.

Just like at this moment, the old man with the indistinct figure wielding a smoke staff approached fiercely, clearly ready to completely break the rules.

In Dongjiang City, clearly, no one would stop his rule-breaking.

Afterwards, there might not even be anyone to condemn him.

That’s just how the world works.

"With the Beast Tide nearby, humans are at a disadvantage, still in a defensive and battered stage, I originally thought it would be good to have one more S-class expert for the battle against the beasts," Zhou Ping’an said as he watched the rolling smoke engulf him completely, his voice turning cold, "but unfortunately, some people just seek their own death, and you can’t pull them back. In that case, you can’t blame me."

"A toad yawning, what a big mouth you have," came the rumbling, majestic voice from within the smoke, seemingly coming from all directions.

Without seeing a figure or feeling a presence,

there was a heavy force like a mountain bearing down upon him.

This force amounted to hundreds of thousands of Jin.

When not in motion, the Smoke Cloud was still;

when set in motion, it was like a mountain collapsing and the sea splitting...

The sky and the ground collapsed from all directions.

At the original location, a huge pit tens of meters wide appeared.

The pit was three feet deep, with a flat bottom, and the gravel had melted into a crystalline, glassy substance.

Countless streams of smoke turned into giant serpents, hissing as they shot out in all directions, leaving an empty space. One could then see a short, fierce-looking old man swinging his smoke staff downwards in an attack.

Before he could retract his staff, a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

The secrecy of that strike and the power of the attack were such that he had put his all into it.

He believed, even S-class veterans who had stepped into this realm for over a decade would have had to block and dodge clumsily under his Smoke Cloud Eighteen Hammers, taking a considerable hit.

Not to mention Zhou Ping’an, who had just recently made a breakthrough.

How could he possibly compare to him in combat techniques and energy manipulation?

Most likely, he wouldn’t even be able to withstand a single blow and would be directly struck dead on the spot.

However, things didn’t go as expected.

His strike,

missed its target.

"So this is the power of an S-class combat technique, the energy flows too crudely, too wastefully. What’s the point of breaking the ground if you can’t hit your target?" Zhou Ping’an said, standing a hundred meters away, shaking his head and scoffing.

The old man who had merged with the smoke had an impressive Invisibility Skill, indeed grand and majestic, but it also had its unique features.

He had almost become one with the smoke, indistinguishable from it.

Even with his own spiritual power, he could only vaguely sense that his opponent’s figure was moving swiftly at several points, not feeling it distinctly.

Moreover, the strength of the energy from the man with the smoke staff was noteworthy.

According to Zhou Ping’an’s assessment, it had already reached the attack power of the Eighth Stage Mortal Refinement Mastery Realm of Another World.

However, compared to the attacks of those in the Gang Qi Realm, the old man’s force seemed somewhat scattered and didn’t focus in one strike.

The destruction caused was great, but the threat was not that strong.

Zhou Ping’an’s response was actually quite simple; he just took a step and was out of the opponent’s attack range.

When the smoke staff hammered down, that malice and crisis had already been sensed clearly from afar.

How could he possibly be hit?

"Good lad, you’ve got some skills, dodging pretty quickly. Try taking a few more hammers from me," Ruan Yucheng bellowed in frustration, swinging his smoke staff to create billowing smoke waves, a flicker of light flashing irregularly as he rushed at Zhou Ping’an.

The old man seemed to have learned from his previous experience...

With the vibration of his targeted smoke staff flourish, a hammer strike collapsing the surrounding smoke inward, intended to tightly bind Zhou Ping’an on the spot so he would have to endure the blow.

Ruan Yucheng felt that Zhou Ping’an only knew how to dodge, probably because his cultivation was far inferior to his own, and his strength lacking.

So, as long as he couldn’t dodge, he could be killed with a single blow.

That was the logic.

But Ruan Yucheng’s judgment of strength was severely mistaken.

Zhou Ping’an saw the short, fierce old man focusing on finding an opportunity to engage in a brute force contest.

He couldn’t help but laugh, "The hammer isn’t used like that."

This time, he didn’t dodge.

Nor did he swing his sword.

Instead, he stepped forward, his clothes billowing.

His left hand, hanging at the side of his trousers, suddenly turned like a Strange Python Turning Over, his arm swirling to form a circle, his fist feinting as he countered with a punch.

As he swung his arm and struck back, Ruan Yucheng thought he heard the sound of ocean tides, and before his eyes, it seemed like he was seeing the vastness of the starry sky, with a dim blue star shining brightly.