Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 760 - 591: Breaking into the Camp + - 592: No Great Achievement_2

Chapter 760: Chapter 591: Breaking into the Camp + Chapter 592: No Great Achievement_2

It was none other than Qin Hao, the leader of the Pofeng Camp vanguard.

He never involved himself in the trivial matters of Sects and Factions, focusing solely on refining his Martial Techniques and training his troops.

Under the guidance of Zhou Ping’an, he took leading troops in combat seriously.

He also strictly adhered to military discipline.

In the face of suspicious characters, even if it were the Heavenly King himself, he would meticulously investigate.

He led more than ten riders, hurrying back from afar to report on military intelligence, and felt a powerful presence approaching the camp. Without waiting for his subordinates to react, he rushed ahead to the front.

Upon hearing Wu Changsong mention seeking out his General, he put down his bow and arrow, thinking it might be someone he knew... Immediately after, he felt a mountainous spirit bearing down on him, rumbling over his heart, making it slightly hard to breathe.

"What a fellow, a master of the Martial Intent Realm, already able to influence the mind with a substantial pressure, this is the Late Stage of Martial Will."

This thought flashed through his mind.

Without thinking, Qin Hao’s figure leaped into the air from atop his horse.

He pulled out a black iron rod and with a howl, brought it swinging down from the heavens.

"Sky Collapsing Form"

He always idolized Zhou Ping’an, paying close attention to every single word during the lessons and even noting them down.

Especially when it came to tactics involving enemy encounters, he learned with exceptional earnest and understood them profoundly.

Theories like "strike first to gain the upper hand, hesitate and face disaster" and "when a lion fights a rabbit, it uses all its might" were almost second nature to him, and more importantly, he was able to apply them in battle.

It could be said that under his leadership, the Pofeng Camp rarely suffered losses in battle, growing stronger with each fight, particularly utilizing his divine strength to its fullest potential.

Even when facing adversaries in the Late Stage of Martial Will, he showed no fear.

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Chapter 592: Not Destined for Greatness

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"Well done!"

Wu Changsong laughed instead of getting angry.

Sitting on the horse, he drew his sword with a backhand grip, meeting the attack with layers of mountain-like shadows.

He decided to teach this rash young general a lesson.

The sword and stick clashed.

All of a sudden, he found the stick to be very heavy, as heavy as an entire mountain collapsing.

At the same time, he saw dozens, perhaps hundreds of stick shadows appear before him.

Converging into a single strike.

The first blow was heavy like a mountain, the subsequent ones elusive as the wind, continuously gathering strength, countless strikes thundering down, catching him in a misjudgment.

Wu Changsong’s face turned slightly red, no longer underestimating the situation, his whole body’s Gang Qi surged up violently, Martial Intent raging like a pine tree, raising his sword to counter-strike.

"Bang..."

Dust flew up.

The horse beneath Wu Changsong let out a pained neigh, its legs buckling and collapsing to the ground.

He only felt a slight heaviness at the edge of his sword, nearly unable to withstand the force, his body drifting sideways, sword momentum unfolding to become agile, sliding towards Qin Hao’s waist.

Qin Hao laughed heartily.

The heavy blow from just before hadn’t truly come down yet.

Barely touching the horse’s back, it spun like a wheel, turning into a sharp gust of wind, the tail of the rod flicked out like a serpent’s tongue and with a swoosh, it pointed at Wu Changsong’s throat.

This strike was both fast and urgent, silent as it split the wind.

It seemed even quicker than Wu Changsong’s agile swordplay by several degrees.

Before Wu Changsong could bring his sword down, he felt a sharp pain in his throat.

He had no time to counter the enemy.

With a slight misstep, he leaned back, his sword posture switching from offense to defense, held vertical in front of his chest, forcefully vibrating.

It was as if a giant peak suddenly rose up before him.

"Snap..."

A sonorous noise.

Wu Changsong could no longer keep his footing, his figure sinking as if dragged by a long rope, sliding back seven or eight zhang before he managed to steady himself.

His vision blurred, then saw stick shadows filling the sky.

It was the stick technique of the General before him, casting black and white rings, indistinguishable as to which was a feint and which was real.

"Qin Hao, cease your impudence."

Just as Wu Changsong was discarding the oversight in his heart, readying to consider the young general before him a worthy adversary and preparing all his skills for an all-out battle,

a familiar, sharp reprimand echoed in his ears.

In the distance, a figure wrapped in a fierce gale, producing multiple afterimages, was already closing in.

Before she even arrived, her Sword Intent was already there.

With a single strike, it was as though a long Chang River had materialized before him.

Under the overwhelming surge of Sword Intent and Sword Gang Qi,

Qin Hao and Wu Changsong, with just a slight touch, were already forced to retreat rapidly.

A massive chasm appeared in their former place.

Dirt and stones flew through the air.

When the wind ceased,

a military general appeared, clad in Silver Armor, tall and burly with delicate and handsome features yet brimming with heroic vigor.

"Battle Master Nephew!"

Before Qin Hao could utter a word,

Wu Changsong was already exclaiming in astonishment.

The sword strike just now, whether in its rush or power, or even the concentration of Martial Intent, had slightly surpassed his own.

If someone said it was Gu Qinghe or Su Lianxue who had personally taken action, he would have believed it.

No, it was even stronger than his impression of Su Lianxue.

At least, when Su Lianxue made a move, he could still withstand it for about ten or eight exchanges.

But when Zhan Shanhe just now took action, he even felt a sense of being unable to contend.

Looking at the sword marks on the ground,

Wu Changsong didn’t know why, but he felt a bit dejected.

Sheathing his sword, he gave a dry laugh and said, "Battle Master Nephew, you’ve become so formidable already?"

"This modest skill of mine is nothing notable. It’s mainly because Junior Brother Zhou’s teaching is superb." Zhan Shanhe said with a naive laugh, scratching the back of his head. Then turning his head towards the terrified-looking Gan Xiaolu, he beckoned with a smile, "Little Lu, you’ve also come out to gain experience? You should have left the mountain long ago. Merely cultivating in seclusion all day, without experiencing real combat, will not allow you to stand on your own in the future."

"Sis-sis-sister."

Gan Xiaolu, seeing this familiar yet strange sister smiling warmly, felt the unease in her heart fade without reason.

Even Master seemed unable to defeat her.

How had the sister become so strong?

She could hardly believe her eyes.

The Senior Sister from Emerald Peak in her memory, the honest and straightforward one whom the elders often used as a negative example, said to be not very smart and not greatly talented, now gave her a sense of looking up to a towering peak.

Is this real?

She dismounted her horse, carefully avoiding Qin Hao’s direction, as this fierce and menacing person, who would swing his stick at a disagreement, had truly frightened her.

"Away with you, you dolt! Can’t you even recognize Diecang Peak’s Uncle Master Wu? Have you been stuffing all your Sects and Factions coursework into a dog’s belly, scaring your little Uncle Master like that?"

Zhan Shanhe rebuked Qin Hao and, after making him apologize, sent him off.

Then she said somewhat embarrassedly, "This is Qin Hao, a Refugee from Qingyang City. When Junior Brother Zhou saw his potential, he took him under his wing for guidance. You could say he’s an informal Disciple of Junior Brother Zhou, not officially taken in."

"He practices the Martial Techniques created by Junior Brother Zhou, the Mixed Element Eight Skills, originally a Sword Technique. But because Qin Hao prefers to use a stick as his weapon, it was simply converted into the Eight Great Stick Forms and passed on to him. His practice is passable."

"Uncle Master Wu, please do not take him to heart. This person has stiffened his mind with military training and doesn’t understand the ways of the world, let alone the etiquette of the Sect, and he won’t achieve much in the future. He can’t be considered promising."

Having said this,

Wu Changsong could feel his face burning hot.

He felt a bit helpless and looked at Zhan Shanhe, but seeing she wasn’t intentionally sarcastic, he let it go.

Yet he couldn’t help feeling somewhat ashamed.

If General Qin Hao is considered unaccomplished, then he, the Elder of Diecang Peak, having been outperformed by Qin Hao in their earlier exchange, would be even less so.

"That stick strike earlier was both fast and heavy, especially the last one, which was exceedingly fast, what was that technique?"

Thinking back to the stick that was almost at his throat earlier, Wu Changsong still felt a chill down his spine.

"Oh, didn’t Junior Brother Zhou create the Mixed Element Eight Skills? The moves Qin Hao just used are among them. The one that struck from above was the Sky Collapsing Form, with its overwhelming and speedy stick shadows, while the extremely fast one was the Breaking Wind Form..."

"Just two moves, huh."

Wu Changsong muttered to himself.

Before he could adjust his mood,

he heard Zhan Shanhe, full of glee, say, "Uncle Master, your visit today is most timely. Master is celebrating a joyous occasion, and will surely be overjoyed to see you."

She led the way, holding onto Wu Changsong’s horse, and extended an invitation with her hand.

"Uncle Master, Little Sister, please follow me. The army camp’s rules are somewhat strict, and those people only know war and not how to recognize others, so please come with me."

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