Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 56 - 55 Mantis Knife Assault Rifle Please Collect Please Follow

56: Chapter 55: Mantis Knife, Assault Rifle (Please Collect, Please Follow)

56: Chapter 55: Mantis Knife, Assault Rifle (Please Collect, Please Follow)

Crowds surged from all directions.

At this moment, there was still a part of the crowd, desperately running towards the periphery.

Yet among them, a towering figure with a green mantis toy mask on his face, after a few bounds, had used the flow of people as cover and advanced swiftly.

With a flourish of his arms, a flash of cold light, he cut down two people.

Wrapped in a bloody murderous aura, he charged to Zhou Ping’an’s side.

This man had initially looked like just another passerby.

Riding a black motorcycle, it was tilted over on the ground, as he hurriedly propped up the bike.

No one paid attention to his strange attire and eerie mask.

As a member of a biker gang, no matter how you dress, it isn’t strange.

But his sudden violent outbreak, slashing with his knife was ferocious…

The blade’s light crisscrossed, alternating like a sickle.

The forwarding sweep of one hand, the stab rush of the other.

His arms dancing, slashing into a whirlwind of light.

“Not a bad knife,”

Zhou Ping’an suddenly turned back, stood straight, his towering two-meter frame emanating a faint oppressive force.

With a sudden thrust of his right hand, as fast as lightning,

he abruptly grabbed the neck of the man in the mantis mask.

He hoisted him up.

The other’s blades “thud thud thud” chopped on his arms, shoulders, and neck like meat being butchered, producing a muffled “puff puff” sound, but it only left a series of red marks.

“Crack!”

Zhou Ping’an’s arm vibrated slightly, his fingers exerting force, and crushed the mantis-masked man’s vertebrae.

He casually snatched the goose-shaped twin blades, ignoring the other’s limp body, tapped the twin blades lightly, producing a clear sound, and turned his head towards the black sedan.

“Are you going to surrender willingly, or do I have to drag you out?”

Because most of his Third Group colleagues had been shot, even Tang Tang received a bullet wound, the situation was dire.

Zhou Ping’an activated the “Purifying Lotus Body” sixfold burst without a second thought.

His skin glowed faintly with a lotus flame pattern, his physique expanded, muscles bulged, almost appearing demonic.

Not only did his strength surge several times.

His agility and reaction speed also increased.

Even the toughness and the resilience of his muscles and bones improved in tandem.

It had to be acknowledged, the “Purifying Lotus Body” was rightfully one of the Three Great Divine Skills of the Red Lotus Sect from another world.

The effect was explosive indeed.

Zhou Ping’an even felt that even if he didn’t dodge, the rapid short gun bullets from the man with the fox mask might not be able to penetrate his tough skin.

At most, after being hit, the bullet would get lodged in the muscle and definitely wouldn’t be fatal.

As for an ordinary strong man’s knife slash, it wouldn’t even cut through the skin.

The mantis-masked man, when wielding his twin blades, truly possessed the essence of Sword Technique; fast and fierce, both tricky and venomous.

If the two were close in strength, speed, and reaction, this man’s skill with the knives could have matched Zhou Ping’an for a few exchanges.

Unfortunately for him, the physical abilities of the two were vastly different.

Like the difference between an ant and an elephant.

Zhou Ping’an had no interest in fencing with him.

He simply grabbed the man’s neck and twisted, breaking his spine and ending it.

The man with the fox mask had once been all-conquering, at one time forcing Zhou Ping’an into a frantic dodge, dying but still glorious.

And this swordsman, whose strength was not the slightest bit inferior,

simply chose the wrong method of attack.

And died a worthless death.

The only thing proving his viciousness and deserving death, were the two innocent civilians lying in a pool of blood.

The man’s violent outburst was too fast, too inhumane,

to the extent that when he killed, no one had time to react.

…

Zhou Ping’an moved forward slowly, the twin blades pointing diagonally at the ground, walking towards the black sedan.

He remembered.

In the group chat of the Third Group, senior sister Tang Tang’s message in red had indicated.

There were at least two criminals in the car.

And the hostages were also inside.

Previously, a man with a fox mask had come out…

And the man with the mantis mask didn’t appear from inside the car; he had disguised himself as a biker gang member, blending into the crowd and the traffic before striking.

Thus, up until now, there should still be one person hiding in the car.

The man with the fox mask, before getting out of the car to shoot, had shouted “Change cars,” speaking to this accomplice.

“Step back, or I’ll kill her.”

Realizing there was no way to avoid it,

the left rear door of the car, full of spiderwebs and holes, slowly opened, and a person stepped out, shouting as he disembarked.

The first thing that caught the eye was a pair of knee-high white socks and petite black leather shoes.

A breeze fluttered by, and at the car door’s opening, a sapphire blue skirt swayed with the wind, revealing a pair of legs as straight and white as porcelain.

Like a startled swan, fleeting.

Very quickly.

As the car door was fully opened.

A young girl with her hair grabbed and pushed in front of him, her face streaked with tears, fragile like a lost lamb, came into view.

At this moment, the girl’s face was bloodless, her body trembling uncontrollably, soft and slumping towards the ground.

Had it not been for a hand, veins bulging, clutching her hair tightly.

She would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

“Your comrades are already dead, no one else will come for you; even if you kill the hostage, you won’t escape death on the spot,”

Zhou Ping’an lifted his short blade and gestured to the side, signaling Tang Tang in the distance not to approach.

He had seen it.

Behind the girl, wearing a leopard-print mask, was a man with an exquisitely small assault rifle in his hands.

He had caught a glimpse of it just now when the car door opened a crack.

From the shape of the buttstock and the muzzle, it was identifiable as an HK39 model assault rifle with a 90-round capacity.

It was a personal armament developed by the Black Hawk Alliance 20 years ago, with a composite steel core bullet that had strong penetrating power.

This man sitting with the hostage, holding a high-end weapon,

was likely of higher status than those with the Fox and Mantis masks.

Even if he wasn’t the leader of this kidnapping team, he was certainly a key member.

Considering the skills of the individuals with the Fox and Mantis masks, the single combat quality of these people was indeed very strong, much stronger than the members of the Public Security Bureau’s Third Special Action Team.

In facing this elite criminal whose status was even higher, Zhou Ping’an didn’t underestimate him in the least.

Hoping for the other to make a rookie mistake was probably wishful thinking.

…

“Take ten steps back, don’t try anything tricky, or I’ll kill her immediately,”

As he spoke, the man moved diagonally backwards, getting closer to the River and sideways toward a roadblock.

“Now is the time.”

Zhou Ping’an’s heart gave a heavy thump.

He flung himself to the left.

With his hands crossed in front of him, the light of his blade burst forth, blossoming into two overlapping large Sword Techniques flowers.

“Tat tat tat…”

Amidst the spewing tongues of fire.

From under the girl’s armpit, a dark gun barrel emerged, and bullets rained down like a torrential downpour.

With Zhou Ping’an’s lunging figure, the bullets traced an arc-shaped chain of light, tracking him…

Zhou Ping’an’s guess wasn’t wrong at all.

The man was indeed skilled, turning an assault rifle into a weapon of precision shooting.

And he managed, at breakneck speed, to seal off Zhou Ping’an’s possible evasive directions.

Previously, he seemed to want to break free early and escape in another car, but from the beginning to the end, murderous intent was hidden.

Moving diagonally was just to find the best angle for shooting.

Fortunately, Zhou Ping’an had never believed the man’s words from the start.

All he wanted was for the barrel to move away from the hostage girl’s back.

…

Amidst the sparks flying.

Zhou Ping’an suddenly started spinning.

As his right hand danced out Sword Technique flowers, his left-hand short knife had already become a streak of light…

Shooting half a foot above the ground.

“Whoosh!”

The knife’s wail was piercing.

A flash of blood followed.

The man holding the gun had his left ankle pierced and severed.

The man in the leopard mask let out a wretched scream, his gun-hand suddenly sinking, and the bullets immediately fell like rain, scattering the ground with splinters of rock…

His head uncontrollably tilted downwards, exposing his neck.

“Die…”

Zhou Ping’an snorted coldly.

His right-hand short blade, like a shooting star trailing the moon, followed behind the left-hand blade, brushing past the shoulder of the panicking, crying girl.

Swoosh…

The man in the leopard mask could no longer stay on his feet.

He was sent flying backward by the massive force of the knife piercing his neck,

flung over three meters away, crashing hard into the railing and tumbling down.

His neck was half-severed, with only a flap of flesh holding the head in place.

His eyes bulged.

He died with eyes wide open.

Zhou Ping’an took a long breath and disengaged the “Purifying World Lotus.”

The crisis, resolved…