Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 62 - 61 The Calm Before the Storm

62: Chapter 61 The Calm Before the Storm

62 -61 The Calm Before the Storm

“Just a bit more, just a little bit more.”

As his brain’s overclocking was about to fade, Zhou Ping’an was only a moment away from a sudden enlightenment into the “Ninth Level Layered Waves” Extreme Rigid Energy Operation.

Zhou Ping’an felt a profound sense of loss.

He almost couldn’t help but punch his rented room into pieces.

For a full thirty-six minutes, his brain had overclocked, mastering complex techniques that others would need years, even a lifetime, to comprehend.

It must be said, the Red Lotus Sect’s “Karmic Fire Red Lotus Visualization Method” was incredibly powerful.

Especially with sufficient Wishful Thought Power, it proved unstoppable.

“Eighth Level Wave Stacking.”

Zhou Ping’an murmured softly.

Squeezing his palm lightly, he could feel a fierce and vigorous strength nestled within, which even made him slightly startled.

His constitution hadn’t improved, and the Marrow Refining Realm had largely remained the same.

However, assessing his combat ability, his offensive power had increased by more than several times.

“The instantaneous explosive strength has increased significantly.”

Picking up a steel rod.

Zhou Ping’an formed his fingers into a blade and casually struck it.

When his finger blade touched the steel rod, there was no change.

The next moment, as his finger blade left.

The rod burst apart suddenly, crumbled into countless fragments as tiny as grains of rice.

With a whoosh, it scattered all over the ground.

“The ultimate explosive power, energy concentrated at one point, radiating out in all directions like tidal waves.”

“This style of Sword Energy, not only capable of splitting waves but truly pulverizing them.”

Although he had speculated about it beforehand.

Still, seeing the “miracle” he created firsthand was somewhat unbelievable to Zhou Ping’an.

This was steel, after all.

Even if the steel rod wasn’t of the highest quality, no one had ever heard of someone treating it like clay with their fingers.

No wonder when Lin Huaiyu wielded her sword, even those who were one or two levels higher in realm dared not confront her directly.

He hadn’t yet truly mastered the Ninth Level Layered Waves, transitioning from quantitative to qualitative change.

This Jin Operation technique was already showing its ferocious side.

If he were to master From Extreme Rigidity to Softness and perfect the Nine Turns Soft Jing, achieving Unity of Hardness and Softness, Zhou Ping’an could hardly imagine how powerful he would become.

Mastering such a Strength Refining Technique was truly reassuring.

Zhou Ping’an felt an intense desire to fully comprehend this extraordinary skill quickly.

Unfortunately, his Wishful Thought Power was still somewhat lacking.

Relying solely on his innate insight, apart from spending time to accumulate it, significant achievements couldn’t be made in a short period.

“So, how can I rapidly accumulate Wishful Thought Power then?”

The unexpected surge in likes he had received previously.

Undoubtedly showed him the way.

“If it’s merely performing, whether live streaming or short videos, there isn’t much interest.

Especially martial arts, the reputation is downright poor.”

Recalling his own martial arts performance videos, which garnered only a few hundred likes without sparking any excitement, made it clear.

How difficult it is to please the audience of this era.

Mainly because many so-called “professionals” online have ruined martial arts with their varying speeds, special effects, and arrangements, creating all sorts of spectacle.

“You can shatter three bricks with one palm, I shatter ten.”

“You can jump two meters high for a skim, then I jump backwards, high enough to reach the first floor.”

“You can knock down two people, I can flip ten, and even throw them two meters away.”

“The fists and feet are so fast, even their shadows can’t be seen.”

Perhaps at the beginning, the first person to perform in such a way might have garnered a lot of astonishment.

But later, when everyone is playing the same game, people no longer care about its authenticity, simply viewing it all as some clown act.

In such circumstances, even if he demonstrated shattering steel with one punch or breaking a tree with one kick, people would treat it as special effects.

Utterly pointless.

Then.

Why was he able to gain so much Wishful Thought Power before?

After some careful thought, Zhou Ping’an understood.

The audience doesn’t really care whether the host is strong or weak, real or fake.

What matters is the thrill, the grandeur of the show.

Real or fake.

If it’s fascinating, then they’ll like it.

Didn’t many people treat the previous case as if it was a movie set, enjoying it and contributing Wishful Thought Power? frёewebηovel.cѳm

Therefore, to obtain a vast amount of Power of Wishful Thinking.

It’s best to “tell a story” and create a grand spectacle.”

Let’s not talk about whether it was impressive or not first.

First of all, it needs to be “visually appealing.”

Thus, Zhou Ping’an got some ideas.

Apparently, it was time to switch to another method for making videos.

He needed to tell one fascinating “story” after another.

…

“Brother, the hospital just told me that they are moving mom to another building…”

As soon as the phone connected, he heard Xiao Lan’s slightly worried voice.

“Wait for me to come over.”

Zhou Ping’an vaguely guessed something.

He had just entered the inpatient department.

He saw a face that was so cheerful that the fat piled up.

“Officer Zhou, our director has been waiting for a long time, finally, we got the chance to see you…

We heard you were busy with work and didn’t dare to disturb you; now that we have a room available…”

This person…

Zhou Ping’an took a closer look.

He recognized him.

Isn’t it the attending physician who was indifferent to his request to change rooms previously?

Until now, his mother had still been living in the corridor of the hospital.

But now, this attending physician’s demeanor was no longer as cold, and he was even more enthusiastic than he had been to that “Wang Ke” on that day.

The smile was so deep, it could have trapped flies.

No wonder Zhou Lan felt somewhat uneasy.

Unwarranted favors suggest hidden intentions.

This principle he often mentioned to her.

Director Su also wore a smile like that of Maitreya Buddha.

After seeing Zhou Ping’an, he grabbed his hand and wiped his tears, “Today, hearing that my niece had an accident, I almost died from worry, luckily Officer Zhou intervened…”

Whether she was really his niece or not didn’t need further investigation.

Nonetheless, Director Su made his intentions clear, and also his attitude.

“What are you standing around for?

Help the elderly lady change rooms, move her to room 102.”

Soon, a few young, beautiful nurses quietly moved the hospital bed, using a special passage, quickly transferring to another building.

Moreover, another slightly older doctor took over.

He directly shunted the “former attending physician,” who had been running around, aside.

Seeing the plump doctor’s dejected face,

Zhou Ping’an could not help but take another look at Director Su.

…

Entering room 102.

Zhou Ping’an’s eyelids twitched slightly.

‘Is this supposed to be a hospital room?’

If it were called a luxury hotel suite, he would believe it.

Not only was the interior equipment simple yet subtly luxurious, the huge floor-to-ceiling glass reflected the scenery outside.

Outside the door was a small garden, even a tiny man-made lake, lush green grass, and several elderly people being pushed around by some young, beautiful nurses basking in the sun.

A little farther away stood several uniformed security guards with bulging waists and sharp eyes.

“Don’t worry, Officer Zhou, we’ve arranged the best attending physician here, who will provide the best treatment for the elderly, with nurses and security available…”

After arranging some matters, Director Su left.

The several nurse sisters stayed behind, ready to provide care 24 hours a day.

Zhou Lan, not reassured, still decided to stay in the hospital, since the room was big enough for practicing punches, and it wasn’t crowded with her studying there.

“Brother, this isn’t real, right?”

The young girl couldn’t believe her eyes and asked in astonishment.

She used to linger in the corridors.

The doctor just hurriedly passed by during rounds, casually asking a few questions.

She had never experienced such warmth and preferential treatment from the hospital before.

Nor this “hospital room”…

“It’s real, just don’t ask too many questions, and don’t worry about mom, just focus on your revision.”

After talking with his mother for a while, he ate a meal meticulously prepared by the hospital.

Zhou Ping’an breathed a sigh of relief quietly and left the hospital.

He took a cab straight to Xingyi Dragon and Tiger Martial Club.

Everything looked fine.

But he always felt like it was the calm before the storm.

Some matters couldn’t be delayed any longer.