Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 42 - 41 Lotus Body 6-Fold Power Burst

42: Chapter 41: Lotus Body, 6-Fold Power Burst

42 -41: Lotus Body, 6-Fold Power Burst

“Feint.”

Yin Yang Elder almost spit blood from anger.

To be deceived by a feint and forced into a hasty dodge was one thing,

but to have the young girl snatched from right under his nose, he could still let that go.

However, that youngster even had the nerve, before breaking the window and escaping, to not forget to slash his saber backward, cutting open Wei Dazui’s throat.

He completely silenced the pitifully wailing screams that gushed from the big mouth at the throat.

‘This is naked mockery and disregard!’

Yin Yang Elder landed and, without thinking, lightly tapped his toes and closely followed the direction Zhou Ping’an fled, relentlessly pursuing him.

Last time, he was too careless.

He was slashed by this brat.

This time, he was too cautious.

He let the other side rescue someone with ease and get away.

Although no one saw what happened before, Yin Yang Elder still felt the shame burning on his face, as if he had been slapped over ten times on both cheeks.

“Could this man be my nemesis?

No matter what, I can’t let him remain.”

He steeled his heart.

He decided the moment he caught up to the other side, he would strike to kill, recklessly.

As it turned out.

Some ideas are good.

But they are not so easy to execute.

What frustrated Yin Yang Elder was,

after rescuring the young girl and holding her in his arms, Zhou Ping’an didn’t retreat back out of the house the way he came.

Instead, he charged deeper into the house.

He ran towards wherever there were more people.

The saber light whipped up layers of blood.

For a time, within Greenwood Residence, the shouts of combat became a chorus.

Under the cover of firelight and black smoke, figures flickered chaotically, making it impossible to distinguish friend from foe.

…

“Make way, where is the Divine Archer?”

An explosive roar sounded.

Ma Ming, the great terror of Li River, swung his heavy iron staff, sweeping it across like a horizontal blow that could topple armies, whistling furiously as he struck towards Zhou Ping’an.

Several protectors of Greenwood Residence were immediately left with broken bones and spouting blood, flying through the air.

This fierce man, once crazed, would even hit his own people.

With one sweep of his staff, he didn’t care whether Zhou Ping’an would fight or flee.

He let out a wild howl to the heavens, following the staff’s momentum, the staff wind roared angrily, and with one smash, he produced dozens of overlapping staff shadows.

“Take my Crazy Demon Staff Technique.”

With his staff as sharp as a spear, Ma Ming charged like a wild bull.

Zhou Ping’an merely tilted his saber slightly to receive the blow and felt a slight numbness in his arm, almost unable to keep his grip on the saber in his hand…

And he also saw that, hidden among the countless staff shadows, a Forbidden Blade was quietly, stealthily slicing towards his neck.

It was Ma Liang who, unbeknownst to anyone, had already charged into the shadows of the staff strikes, brandishing his blade for a surprise attack.

The Ma family brothers, one in front and one behind, launched their attacks in alternation.

The staff strikes were grand and mighty, the blade techniques like falling leaves in the wind, complementing each other.

Together they created a strangely beautiful impression.

With one slash and one strike, their coordinated attack was sublimely perfect.

After receiving just three moves, Zhou Ping’an didn’t want to continue fighting this way.

From the corner of his eye, he already saw that Yin Yang Elder had quietly circled to the front, intending to block his escape route.

‘You don’t want me to leave, then I won’t.’

Zhou Ping’an sneered inwardly.

Instead of continuing to break through, he turned his body and dove back into the crowd.

Wherever the most people were, that’s where he went.

The saber glow and the shadow of the staff “boomed” along behind him.

Screams rose all around.

“Stop fighting, stop!”

“Our own people!”

“Ma Ming, Ma Liang, will you not cease your hands?”

Amid the shouting,

Greenwood Residence became a complete mess.

And with Tang Lin’er still skulking around, stabbing people with his sinister blade,

the protectors of Greenwood Residence fled in terror, madly scrambling toward the outside of the residence.

What about catching a thief?

What about saving from a fire?

Eat shit.

They were all madmen.

As for Ma Ming yelling about the Divine Archer and the like, not even a shadow appeared.

Zhou Ping’an didn’t even see an arrow coming his way.

At this point, the benefit of having Tao Fang killed first became apparent.

Without someone to command, fighting everyone for themselves resulted in everyone having their own little schemes and not being able to rally together.

Zhou Ping’an not only escaped with ease but also found time to remove the dirty cloth from Little Jiu Girl’s mouth.

He cut the ropes that bound her hands and feet and easily, tied the little one onto his own back.

“Brother Ping’an.”

Little Jiu stretched out her tender arms and tightly hugged Zhou Ping’an’s neck.

There was not only no panic in her voice, but it was filled with joy.

“I knew you would come to save me.”

“That big mouth deserved to die.”

“And, that white-bearded old man, so disgusting…”

Zhou Ping’an chuckled, “Good, that old man is a dead man, nobody can save him, that’s what I say.”

You can’t say he is thick-skinned.

In the midst of a perilous battle, he still had the wit to joke.

But Zhou Ping’an had discovered something very important.

‘The Ma Family Brothers, though powerful and heavy with their moves, are formidable figures in the Blood Exchange Realm and have also undergone Horizontal Training of the Vajra Body, making their bodies strong and difficult to break, with an extraordinary ability to sustain fights.’

‘But no matter how many merits or abilities they possess, there’s one flaw they can’t hide.’

After blocking three staff strikes and taking five blade hits.

Zhou Ping’an was certain.

Their movement technique speed, slower than his own by more than a notch.

Quite normal.

Generally, martial artists with incredibly strong defenses and robust bodies, being tall and imposing, aren’t adept at intricate and nimble footwork and movement techniques.

Among them, Ma Liang, wielding the Forbidden Blade.

His sprinting speed was slightly faster than Ma Ming’s.

Among the three experts, the fastest was still the Yin Yang Elder.

‘If that’s the case, then I shall divide and conquer.’

Zhou Ping’an had not yet used his newly cultivated Second Level “Purifying World Lotus Body” burst secret technique.

He merely employed standard sword technique to entangle with the opponents.

Even without having burst forth.

He probably knew how monumental a boost to his strength this Red Lotus Secret Technique he had cultivated would be.

Though his cultivation had not increased much.

The foundation of his physique had thickened beyond measure from its original basis.

Especially his “Root Bone.”

This thing is normally intangible and elusive.

Yet from the sidelines, one could still sense something extraordinarily unusual.

Zhou Ping’an, with the aid of the Red Lotus Heart Seal, burned the white Mind Threads and discovered tremendous subtle changes within his body.

For instance, in terms of strength, he had inexplicably gained an increase of fifty percent.

And it was not just a change in strength.

The speed of his strikes, his body’s flexibility, and his nerve responses all made significant progress.

Certain moves, once unremarkable in the past, now effortlessly performed, brought an indescribably thrilling satisfaction.

Casually throwing punches or swinging the blade, carrying an invisible rhythm and aesthetic, as if fusing with the breath of heaven and earth, would unleash inexplicable might.

Frankly speaking, a simple punch could produce the effect of a unique skill.

This was outrageous.

“No wonder the Purifying Lotus Body is known as one of the Three Great Divine Skills of the Red Lotus Sect.

Capable of enhancing the Innate Root Bone, it truly earns the name of a divine skill.

Then, what about the Red Lotus Fierce Fire True Intent Diagram?

Could it also be…”

While escaping into Changle Street from the Greenwood Residence,

thoughts spun in his mind.

Zhou Ping’an dashed swiftly, glancing back…

He saw that the three pursuing experts indeed separated into a lead and a trail.

He had only dashed out about thirty yards,

and the Ma Family Brothers had already fallen behind by a dozen yards.

But the Yin Yang Elder, closely on his heels, quickly closed the gap behind him.

Zhou Ping’an could even sense the elder’s long inhalations…

and the bone-chilling cold seeping into his back and neck.

“Where do you think you’re running?”

The voice of the Yin Yang Elder became slightly shrill,

like the cry of a night owl…

A silent palm extended, imprinting on Zhou Ping’an’s neck.

This strike of the “Yin Extreme Palm” had been brewing for some time, and as it was launched, frost winds whipped around from all sides.

The air gathered mist…

Showing how extreme the cold was.

Recalling the last encounter, where a hasty palm strike had frozen half of his body,

the Yin Yang Elder was confident that this full-force palm strike would turn his opponent into a block of ice, instantly shattering him into blood dust.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

Zhou Ping’an, unbeknownst to when, had already stopped.

He faced the Yin Extreme Palm without dodging or warding off with a blade.

Instead, his body shook slightly, and amidst the loud cracking of bones and muscles, he grew half a head taller, his muscles swelling as if inflated.

On the surface of his skin gleamed a clear firelight, with the faint emergence of lotus patterns.

Zhou Ping’an grinned and abruptly raised his left palm, spinning around to deliver a powerful strike.

His left palm, now veined and dark red in the center,

emitted a wave of heat that not only melted flesh but also scorched the soul.

“Boom…”

The collision of the red and black palms echoed like a clap of thunder on the main street.

Ripples spread through the air, sending a wave of steam around the two fighters, raising clouds of ash.

In the midst of the ripples, the Yin Yang Elder’s dark palm twisted, deformed, and exploded…

into countless tiny clots of blood mist, shooting in all directions.

Under this shaking force,

not only did his left palm shatter, but his left forearm also fractured inch by inch.

His entire upper body, as if swept by a fierce wind,

had his hair and beard flying backward, mouth spewing fresh blood, as he crashed to the ground and slid backward for a good five or six yards.

[Lotus Body, sixfold strength eruption]