Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 502 - 437 Long Street Assassination + - 438 Swift Battle_2

Chapter 502: Chapter 437 Long Street Assassination + Chapter 438 Swift Battle_2

So this is the legendary "Ghost Scout."

In modern society, Zhou Ping’an had driven cars too, and what he feared most was someone suddenly darting out from the roadside. No matter how quickly he hit the brakes, it was often too late.

Now, sitting atop a carriage in this Other World, he unexpectedly encountered the same thing.

His heart stirred slightly, and upon closer inspection, his gaze towards the little girl deepened.

According to usual practice, Zhou Ping’an would normally stop, regardless of whether he was showing off to win people’s hearts or genuinely healing others. Seeing someone injured, he would definitely treat them.

But to set a trap for oneself in the full view of the public was going a bit too far.

Let alone the faint sense of crisis that had suddenly arisen, there was something very wrong about the person disguised as a little girl.

Little Jiu’er, who was about the same age, was still learning etiquette, embroidery, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting and hadn’t started Body Refinement, practicing the sword, or training her fists. The concern was that starting too early could cause her bones to grow improperly, and she might end up as a muscular big sister in the future.

This "fallen and injured girl" harbored hidden within her body tremendous Gang Qi, tightly constricted within her flesh and bones. Although very secretive, it couldn’t escape Zhou Ping’an’s Mental Induction.

After all, not everyone could deceive his eyes and his extremely pure and refined spirit like Su Pengju could.

Gang Qi Perfection, deeply profound Martial Intent.

This kind of person, you’re telling me she’s a seven or eight-year-old little girl?

You could claim such to the sky, but Zhou Ping’an wouldn’t believe it. No matter how well she pretended, it was useless.

Then came the question.

A little girl who’s not a little girl, thrown in front of one’s carriage, injured and waiting for help.

What exactly was her purpose?

Do you even need to ask?

"Who sent you?"

Zhou Ping’an stood three steps in front of the Red Garment girl without reaching out to help, but instead spoke up.

He knew she wouldn’t answer, but he never intended to make her say it out loud.

The question was for the common folk all around to hear.

The Red Garment girl just cried, with blood flowing more urgently from her head, her expression extremely pained, her eyes already beginning to roll back.

Some of the commoners had already fallen silent, looking at Zhou Ping’an with strange expressions in their eyes.

Evidently, the other party had a very fine control over people’s hearts.

Knowing what to do in a given situation was best.

This was an overt conspiracy.

Just lying here, if you’re brave enough to come close to heal the injuries, and if you don’t, you’ll let your subjects lose all trust in you.

The people’s loyalty would be lost.

"Interesting."

A smile spread across Zhou Ping’an’s face as two fingers emerged leisurely from his sleeve, drawing a light blue narrow band with a seemingly slow but swift motion.

"Swoosh..."

This Finger Blade strike was as fast as a flash of lightning.

The Sword Qi whistled past, grazing the legs of the Red Garment girl and surged toward her lungs along the wound.

"You’re so cruel?"

The Red Garment girl’s pain pierced through to her liver, and her previously somewhat childish face suddenly contorted, unable to maintain the youthfulness in her voice any longer, which turned old.

Her body, like a wisp of light smoke, rose from the ground with no legs, her torso erupting in a cloud of red smoke, "Bang," a loud sound echoing as countless fine needles exploded from her body.

The needles were pitch-black, and at a glance, steeped in poison.

At the same time, a narrow green sword emerged from her sleeve, swiftly pointing at Zhou Ping’an’s throat.

Leaving behind a slender shadow.

"Ah..."

A collective gasp arose from the surrounding crowd.

The change was too sudden for anyone to grasp.

Zhou Ping’an scoffed, raising his hand to press down.

The fierce wind around him churned, the water rippled widely, transforming into a placid lake,.

Boom...

With his palm pressing down,

The fine needles, the Narrow Sword, and the Red Garment girl, all rushed towards his palm like moths to a flame, and with one slap, they were pressed to the ground, hitting it hard.

The sounds of bones breaking echoed sharply.

That Red Garment girl, no, the Red Garment old woman, now lay twisted on the ground, unable to move.

She couldn’t even manage to take her own life.

Her meridians sealed, her bones shattered, her body numb.

All she could do was lie there, waiting for death.

The corpulent middle-aged man who just ran not too far to the side, a glint in his eyes, suddenly ballooned in size, ripping his clothes apart to reveal a burly man over two meters tall. He reached for a hitching post next to the road, wielding it with a "whoosh" rumbling sound toward Zhou Ping’an’s head.

The club head burst into flames, air exploding as it moved, trailing long white streaks in the air, with the swiftness of thunder on its course.

The strike landing heavily on the back of Zhou Ping’an’s head.

Bang...

In the midst of a loud crash,

The hitching post shattered into dust, and with the recoil, the burly man’s eyes filled with horror as his arms burst open, his martial intentions shattered, his mind dizzy, his heart in agony, blood spewing from his mouth.

He retreated three steps with the rebounding force, his legs bending and then springing, his body leaping backward as if he were a nimble monkey vaulting into the sky.

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Chapter 438: Swift Battle, Decisive Conclusion

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In the midst of the people’s shouts and roars, the burly middle-aged man soared tens of feet high, still rising.

A translucent ripple of light gleamed in midair.

Hum...

The sound of a zither resonated.

As if a thousand troops were screaming in unison.

The legs of the burly strong man exploded like bombs within the translucent ripple, blood and bone splattering everywhere.

He screamed in agony, his body numb, plummeting to the ground.

"Take him down, interrogate thoroughly, and find out where they come from and why they attempted to assassinate Magistrate Zhou."

Green Lady, with a flash, leaped onto the carriage box, coldly ordering.

Seven or eight figures clad in green armor suddenly darted forward, taking both the burly strong man and the Red Garment old woman away.