Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 44 - 43 The Knife of Reality and Illusion The Fist That Kills Wishing everyone good fortune and health in the Year of the Dragon

44: Chapter 43: The Knife of Reality and Illusion, The Fist That Kills (Wishing everyone good fortune and health in the Year of the Dragon)

44: Chapter 43: The Knife of Reality and Illusion, The Fist That Kills (Wishing everyone good fortune and health in the Year of the Dragon)

Zhou Ping’an had just spun around, gathering strength to swing his sword, ready to strike down.

But he discovered that the brawny bald man before him had sword light that unexpectedly transformed from unparalleled ferocity to a soft drizzle in March.

Gentle, meticulous, and all-pervading.

It seemed to have locked down all possible angles for Zhou to launch his attack.

Moreover, the energy was deeply hidden, as vast as the ocean and abysmal.

“Good sword technique.”

Zhou Ping’an brought his sword down with a thunderous roar, the force of it tremendously fierce, as if trying to cleave his opponent in two with the momentum of his spinning descent, leaving no room for retreat.

But in his heart, he knew.

If this sword really were to come crashing down, it would not only fail to penetrate the opponent’s sword form but would also be diverted by the opposing force.

And he would be met with a counterattack, a sword coiling around to decapitate him.

The opponent did not seem very nimble, but when he struck with his sword, there was a strange sense of roundness and fluidity.

It seemed capable of forcibly calming everything down, nullifying any murderous intent in Zhou’s heart.

Such is the nature of life-and-death battles…

No one knows what kind of trump card the opponent holds.

Nor can anyone tell whether the next move will be the right one or a mistake.

Will it hit the sweet spot, or will it mean stepping deeper into a trap?

One can only say that if there isn’t a significant gap in strength and speed between the two sides,

it actually comes down to adaptability.

Or perhaps, it’s about calculations.

The one who calculates more wins, and the one who calculates less does not.

That’s all there is to it.

…

Zhou Ping’an’s sword came crashing down heavily, his momentum as strong as ever.

He appeared to spare no effort at all.

Ma Liang raised his Forbidden Blade with pride.

Zhou’s overhead strike was serendipitously caught right in the vortex of the Bodhi knife Form.

Just as the blade slightly misaligned, ready to deflect the tremendous force and counter with a slicing rebound, it could have cut down his adversary.

His blade edge drew back slightly, and his right shoulder jutted out…

Deflecting forward to gather strength, then a horizontal slash, all in one go.

…

As soon as the two blades contacted, Ma Liang’s expression suddenly changed drastically.

The long sword that had been fiercely chopping down was dexterously flipped into the air…

He realized that his Slanted Knife Form, intended for misdirecting the force, had not encountered the slightest impact.

Forget about diverting the force.

The blade edge felt emptiness, intercepting something that seemed like a floating straw, not a divinely strengthened, ferocious chopping longsword.

“This is bad.”

Ma Liang felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

In this situation, it was crystal clear to him.

He had mistaken the opponent’s Illusory Blade for a real one.

Watching the strike explode through the air, thunderous as a roar, yet without a hint of force…

Who would believe that?

Now, whether he should strike forward again or retreat with his sword, it was already too late.

“I’m not defeated…”

While feeling uneasy, he had only enough time to fully engage in the horizontal diamond body training.

In his eyes, a shadow flickered like a neighing steed bolting forward, charging at him as fast as thunder.

Ma Liang only felt a slight pain on the left side of his chest; then his body, like a kite with its string cut, flew three zhang away.

Only then did he hear “boom, boom, boom” thrice, like giant drums pounding, making his head spin.

“Crack!”

Ma Liang fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His face turned purplish-red, temple veins writhing like snakes, and he started coughing violently.

His body bent like a bow as he coughed.

Especially behind his left chest, a large protrusion appeared…

It was as if flesh and bone were punched through from the inside, bulging outwards.

Nearly punctured completely.

…

With Ma Liang’s frenzied coughing,

one could see that he was coughing up chunks of his internal organs.

With eyes filled with dead ash, unwilling to accept his fate, he struggled to ask Zhou Ping’an, “What kind of fist is this?”

By that time, sensing his life ebbing away,

he had clearly understood…

Right from the start, when Zhou had leaped forward from his spin, he had already set a trap.

The strike seemed to be a lightning-quick, ferocious chop, but it was actually just a feint.

The real deadly move had been a striding collision from the start, a soaring fist thrust.

It started with fingertip jabs paving the way, fingers powered forth with Double Layered Energy.

Following that was the curling of fingers into a fist, energy surging like waves.

In the end, the fist transformed into an elbow, the elbow into a long spear… waist and stance united, Wave Stacking with a Double Layered strike hitting home.

His horizontal diamond body training wasn’t useless.

But by the time it blocked the Third Level shock jin, it had already been cleanly shattered.

All three subsequent Layered jin strikes landed solidly.

Tearing flesh, snapping tendons, shattering bones.

It was a narrow miss from completely puncturing his chest.

Even without a puncture, his heart and lungs were vibrated, energy exploded within, and he had been smashed to pieces.

“A punch capable of killing.”

Zhou Ping’an said with a cold sneer.

As the long blade fell from above, he reached out to catch it, moving forward slowly, then turned his gaze toward Ma Ming, who was dragging his staff behind him at last.

The two brothers had to be dealt with together.

Yellow Springs Road is too cold and lonely, it’s not good to be so alone.

…

This time, Zhou Ping’an wanted to try, with sixfold the energy burst, to go head-to-head and clash directly against the Crazy Demon Staff Technique of Diamond Temple.

Surprise attacks of such kind couldn’t always be depended on.

In the heat of battle, meticulous plans could sometimes prove ineffective.

Ultimately, one still needed to confront each other, like drums facing gongs…

A fight to the death with weapons drawn and bared.

If Tang Lin’er’s information wasn’t mistaken, this Ma Family elder, Ma Liang, was a standout among the martial masters in the Blood Exchange Realm.

With the heritage of a major sect and extremely rich combat experience, he lacked nothing in power and technique.

Such an opponent was indeed the best touchstone.

“Are you scared?”

“No, they’re all bad people.”

The little one clung tightly to Zhou Ping’an’s neck, his small body trembling slightly without stop.

The recent life-or-death confrontation was like dancing on the edge of a blade.

Even Tang Lin’er, watching from afar, couldn’t help but have her heart rate accelerate, holding her breath.

Not to mention Xiao Jiu, a child not yet eight years old.

Seeing all that blood, how could he not be shaken?

But that’s just the way of Jianghu.

Some things, one must face head-on…

Killing is always better than being killed.

With more exposure, one gets used to it.

Just like Zhou Ping’an at the moment…

Through relentless bloodbattles, he had killed Yin Yang Elder and Bald Ma Liang without even blinking an eye.

His heart was as calm as still water.

…

Zhou Ping’an gathered his remaining courage, intent on eliminating evil, ready for a fight to the death with weapons drawn and bared.

He was still quietly gathering strength.

In anticipation, the Ma Family’s great foe, swinging his staff like a mad demon, did not rush forward roaring…

Instead, he turned and fled with his staff.

His speed was so fast, it was a third quicker than when he had been pursuing him.

Fleeing…

He had fled.

“What happened to Li River’s Two Fiends you’ve pledged?”

“What about the deep brotherly love…”

Watching Crazy Demon Staff Technique Ma Ming running off, trailing a cloud of dust, Zhou Ping’an became furiously enraged.

He took up a great stride and bent forward to give chase.

“We were supposed to stick together as a family, how could you run away?”

“Come on, come kill me.”

Flames of blood surged a foot above him, his energy pierced through, feeling his spirit exhilarating, power rolling like marbles…

With a roar from his mouth, the air around him rippled in waves.

He pursued swiftly to kill.

All schemes and deadly battles during this night.

Should now come to an end.

…

Xiao Jiu bids everyone a Happy New Year.

“Happy New Year, bring on the red envelopes!”