Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 578 - 477: Asura Battle Dance + - 478: Peace Charm_2

Chapter 578: Chapter 477: Asura Battle Dance + Chapter 478: Peace Charm_2

"Jiangzhou belongs to Brahma Temple’s sphere of influence, but with the Buddha Sect’s power present, none can sever ties with the temple, and I’ve heard a rumor...

Initially, when the Blood Fiend wreaked havoc, it was Xuan Ming, the elder monk of Jiangzhou, who personally suppressed it. Despite the repeated suppressions, the Blood Fiend claimed to have been vanquished, yet it remained rampant, causing blood disasters to erupt intermittently for over a hundred years. However, the elder monk Xuan Ming became renowned throughout the world, becoming one of the few greatly virtuous monks..."

Zhou Ping’an spoke confidently.

Of course, he hadn’t truly discovered anything.

He found that this newly appeared guy was so fast, he was barely on the cusp of his mental response threshold.

Just a fraction faster, and he would have been unable to keep up with his speed.

But speed aside.

The most formidable thing was.

This blood-red monster’s Martial Techniques were simply unimaginable.

Between three strikes, he had already fully demonstrated the intricacies of "Hard and Soft," "Reality and Illusion," "Square," and "Light and Heavy."

Matching move for move, Shifting Position, exploding with inch-stopping precision, his Swordsmanship was flawless, delivered with exceptional finesse.

What was truly troublesome was that this person wielded a great sword, and his control over distance and space created an illusion, making it seem as if you could never strike him.

Although they had only exchanged a few moves.

Zhou Ping’an had already seen the "weakness" on the other’s body, but he simply couldn’t attack it.

Instead, he was preemptively controlled by the other party, who took the initiative early on.

’This is the true face of Martial Arts, everything ready for immediate use, no longer distinguishing between energy and matter, realm and spirit...’

Zhou Ping’an stopped his sword on his back, slightly overwhelmed by the opponent’s three strikes, yet his heart was far from discouraged; he faintly felt that this was his opportunity.

After all, under the heavens, who else could provide such sophisticated Combat Techniques for a life-and-death trial at this level?

If he overcame this obstacle, his Sword Technique and Martial Techniques would surely undergo a transformation as drastic as shedding the skin and changing bones.

It was a concept and realm of using "everything in the world, ready at hand," where the entire body could strike at the enemy, a revolutionary fighting method.

"Ignorant junior, spouting nonsense; whatever you’ve guessed, first and foremost, you need to survive before you say anything else, die!"

The blood-colored Asura seemed completely intolerant to provocation, not knowing whether it was an issue with his Cultivation Technique or if it was his natural temperament.

Provoked by Zhou Ping’an’s indifferent tone, he whimsically dug into his secrets, becoming furious without reason.

Standing in the center of a hundred-yard crater, the blood-colored figure suddenly swelled slightly, his great sword moving as deftly as a sewing needle. With his body twisting and stepping through complex footwork, he slashed and stabbed, suddenly stepping right in front of Zhou Ping’an, his figure slightly shaking, capable of striking from all angles simultaneously.

Even various counter-joint and against human instinct killing moves appeared from time to time.

Zhou Ping’an broke into a sweat from all the killing.

Blocking, parrying, and dodging, he connected forty or fifty strikes without being able to launch a single attack.

"Excellent fight dance."

Zhou Ping’an’s chest and back simultaneously flashed with a hint of blood-light, indicating his clothes were torn and his skin and flesh had been cut. He let out a loud shout, suddenly twisting his body, becoming as boneless as various twisted shapes, his footing a blurred stumbling, evolving into a wild dance.

One blood-colored, one azure, two shadows danced as if in tandem, advancing and retreating, displaying a remarkable synchronicity.

With Blood Asura thrusting a sword, Zhou Ping’an stepped back half a step, the upper half of his body bending as if broken at the waist, awkwardly shifting three inches to narrowly avoid the long sword sweeping at his neck. At the same time, with an apparent retreat but actual advance, he stepped forward, the long sword hidden at his elbow flicked up a streak of azure light, already slashing towards Blood Asura’s left neck.

This was the very first true strike he had executed since the engagement began.

Gradually, his movements became faster, his Sword Technique increasingly swift. In a moment, his mind burned through tens of thousands of Wish Power Values, his gaze vacant, his brain overheating, steam rising from the forehead, then dispersing with the wind.

Such consumption was not without purpose.

At the very least, he had absorbed much of the essence of the opponent’s Combat Methods in mere seconds.

"So that’s how it is."

Zhou Ping’an’s eyes shone with brilliance, as if deep space was reflected in his pupils.

"The essence of this Martial Arts is stretching and compressing space, halting and accelerating time. Although it’s not Divine Skills, it is comparable to them."

Zhou Ping’an had always believed that there were no unsolvable problems in the world, nor any Divine skill Secret Techniques that he couldn’t understand.

The only explanation was a lack of understanding or intelligence.

Therefore, one could not comprehend or learn.

But fortunately, the Asura’s Martial Arts were within his range of comprehension. Although he couldn’t understand it completely, after burning a hundred thousand Wish Power Threads and accelerating his brain to near overload, he finally understood how the opponent’s Battle Dance operated.

"All moves and Skill are just the surface. The truth is, this Martial Technique can change the space between two people at any time, and at the moment of striking, the rhythm of time can change at will, causing a chaotic tempo. That’s the real challenge to contend with."

This was hard to comprehend.

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Chapter 478: Peace Charm

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Zhou Ping’an had also blocked dozens of moves in succession, using every trick in the book, before he finally saw clearly.

Techniques were not simply about speed or strength.

For example, when the opponent’s sword came stabbing swiftly as a beam of light.

With clear Sword Intent, he was ready to block in advance, but in an instant, the Sword light slowed, suddenly freezing mid-air, making the blocking strike unavoidably miss, requiring a slowdown to match.