Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 822 - 635: Lying Tiger Village + - 636: Soul Chasing Arrow_2
Chapter 822: Chapter 635: Lying Tiger Village + Chapter 636: Soul Chasing Arrow_2
Mr. Yu hadn’t moved yet.
Summer Thunder Blade Xia Yiming, known for his fiery temper, had already leapt forward, his blade roaring like thunder. In an instant, he had cut down three men and was now facing Zeng Heihu.
Spring Rain Saber Zhang Qing, Autumn Moon Saber Chang Hong, and Winter Snow Blade Wang Zhi followed in succession, rushing out one after another. The caravan’s group gradually stabilized the situation, managing to fend off the bandit soldiers of Lying Tiger Village.
"Mr. Yu should go too, let’s end this quickly."
Zhou Ping’an said softly.
He touched the Particle Ripple Gun within the spatial dimension, just about to take it out, when a faint sense of forewarning arose in his heart.
’If this can be avoided, it’s best not to use it—this item doesn’t belong in this world...’
Zhou Ping’an suddenly felt a pang of unease.
’So, that’s it. Every world has its underlying operational rules. As long as one uses power integrated into the rules, it can be wielded freely without restriction. Power that transcends these rules, however—using it might invite unforeseen calamities.’
But where does this calamity originate?
Zhou Ping’an had some vague guesses.
In fact, back in the Great Yu world, there had already been some indications. After using this technological weapon, enemies swarmed in droves, endless and unrelenting.
When he left Qingyang City for even a short moment, it narrowly escaped annihilation.
Even while staying within Qingyang City, venturing nowhere, foes came like moths to the flame, launching decapitation strikes against its defenses.
Completely disregarding logic, wave after wave of enemies arrived, leaving no respite.
If not for the rapid improvement of his martial prowess, he might not have survived.
After repelling the Water Demon’s siege on the city and slaying the Crocodile Demon, the situation finally began to stabilize, offering moments of reprieve.
Still, whether these alien weapons were too conspicuous—triggering some kind of world-defense mechanism that influenced fortune and misfortune—there wasn’t any concrete proof.
It was nothing more than speculation on Zhou Ping’an’s part.
Nevertheless, within this world, he adopted the attitude of believing it exists, rather than dismissing it as nonexistent.
At the mere thought of wielding the Particle Ripple Gun, an immediate sense of impending doom descended upon him.
The warning was abundantly clear.
If not for the peculiar forces present in this world, exceeding its boundaries, then it’s likely the Heavenly Dao rules are manipulating Qi Fortune, aiming to bring calamity upon him.
Perhaps the earlier Traveling Envoys mentioned in the mission intelligence, who took on assignments in this world prior, fell victim to such unassuming, minute details.
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Chapter 636: Soul Chasing Arrow
Upon this thought.
Zhou Ping’an instead picked up a fiery red bow from within the spatial dimension.
This time, there was no foreboding sensation.
’So, the so-called Heavenly Dao rules of this world are nothing more than thoughtless, mechanical entities—recognizing technological martial techniques as foreign oddities but failing to discern that this Fire Phoenix Bow is, in truth, just as extraordinary.’
Zhou Ping’an retrieved the fiery red bow, cradling it in his hands, shaking his head with a wry smile.
This bow, when fully drawn, could exert a force of 120,000 to 130,000 catties. When infused with True Qi and mental energy, its arrows packed even greater power than the Particle Ripple Gun, with far more versatile combat applications.
Yet, it was a weapon embraced by this world.
This distinction indicated that, despite suppressing certain powers, the world did not constrain the use of tools. Perhaps some individuals could leverage external objects to wield forces far beyond their realm.
Recalling the mission intelligence regarding the Heavenly Martial King’s Golden Thunder Axe, Zhou Ping’an pondered deeply.
Outside Mountain God Temple, the clamorous sounds of combat gradually diminished. The bandits of Lying Tiger Village, with Zeng Heihu thoroughly intercepted, were being forced down the slope step by step.
Zhou Ping’an frowned slightly, sensing something amiss.
Zeng Heihu, surrounded and clearly on the verge of defeat, astonishingly continued to bellow defiantly, showing no concern about the prospect of failure or death.
Something was awry.
Boom...
Suddenly, an unremarkable black-faced mountain bandit behind Zeng Heihu expanded in size, his muscles and bones audibly snapping. His figure grew several spans taller, now surpassing Zeng Heihu by half a head.
In the misty rain, the man’s eyes shone with sharp light, the blood within him rushing with a sound akin to roaring waves. As he let out a thundering shout, the rain seemed momentarily suspended, and as soundwaves reverberated outward, the Black Iron Pointed Steel Spear in his hand buzzed violently, twisting like a dragon or snake into swirling circles before aiming at the Yin Yang Sword and Winter Snow Blade wielded by Xia Lei and Xia Yiming.
A sudden eruption, a flurry of attacks.
Sword and mace paired—a vertical slash here, a sweeping strike there—encircling four individuals within the range of spear and mace.
Pa-pow...
First, Xia Yiming’s long blade blocked but briefly, only to be knocked away as the spear force sent it flying. A flash of cold light pierced his chest, drawing a trail of blood beads.
"Second Brother!"
Before Winter Snow Blade could defend himself, missing one ally for support, his weapon was struck by the Golden Mace. With a resounding crack, Winter Snow Blade’s defenses crumbled—the mace shattered his shoulder completely, spinning his body into a chaotic tumble backward.
The spear’s tip surged like an awakened flood dragon.
After impaling one individual, the spear bent into a twisted arc, immediately striking Yin Yang Sword.
Bang, bang...
He Sixi and Peng Qiuyan barely managed to unite their twin swords to shield themselves, retreating rapidly. During this, He Sixi shouted, "Azure Flood Dragon Spear Technique—you must be..."
Before he could finish speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
It turned out the spear’s peculiar power coiled like a serpent, wrapping its force around and striking his heart.
Not just him—even Peng Qiuyan beside him was left weak, blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, grunting, "This is Coiling Wave Force—we must retreat and defend!"
At the forefront lay Lying Tiger Village Chief Zeng Heihu’s Ten Directions Tiger Roar, which ruptured the surroundings with overwhelming might. His mace techniques carried a weight like sinking hammers.
Behind them, layered with Azure Flood Dragon Spear Technique’s Coiling Wave Force—deceptive and profoundly sinister—it was an impossible combination to guard against.
Their coordinated attacks made it clear they had rehearsed extensively, their ambush catching the four off guard, leaving them utterly routed.
This struck fear into Spring Rain Saber, Autumn Moon Sword, and Mr. Da—all of whom had been chasing the retreating bandits nearby. Their expressions drastically shifted in horror.
Just as glimpses of hope surfaced—repelling the eighty robust bandits from Lying Tiger Village—the tide suddenly turned.
It seemed defeat was inevitable.
Would they be forced into solitary fleeing once more?
The three individuals yelled and charged back, attempting to rescue their comrades.
Amid the flurry of figures, the Black Tiger Village Chief and the spear-wielding warrior relentlessly advanced, the spear fluttering like a swimming dragon, already closing in on He Sixi, about to pierce his chest.
It was too late.
A collective lament resounded within their hearts.
A loud, jarring astringent sound suddenly rang out.
Shadows and lights blurred before their eyes. Amidst the pouring rain, an unexpected flurry of arrows appeared.
Perhaps "flurry" was the wrong word.
These arrows sliced through the wind and rain, whistling sharply as they flew.
Fast enough that their shadows became imperceptible.
But not a single arrow existed. Instead, countless arrows formed dense, overlapping threads, converging en masse toward Zeng Heihu and the spear wielder.
"What an impressive Multiple Arrows technique! However, it won’t hurt me."
The spear-wielding warrior’s martial arts were highly refined.
From spear thrust to self-defense maneuvers, the spear seemed like a Spirit Snake—retracting and extending freely—forming a pitch-black circular barrier before him.
The arrows collided with the spear barrier, clinking rapidly like torrential rain.
But Zeng Heihu, unable to react swiftly with his mace, took two arrows—one to his left shoulder and another to his right leg—staggering back with a blend of frantic dodging and interruptions, his cries echoing madly.
Yet the arrows failed to hit vital points.
Despite his apparent sluggishness wielding heavy weaponry, he managed to shield himself adequately from death blows.
"Oh? Is that so?"
A cold laugh echoed from the Mountain God Temple.
"Then take another look at this arrow."
Even faster than the voice, a faintly fiery-red arrow streak suddenly appeared midair.
The spear wielder tilted the spear toward his throat to deflect the arrow tip, sending it spinning aside. He prepared to mock, but before the words left his lips, his spear inexplicably faltered mid-movement.
Suddenly ceasing activity, his eyes dimmed, his mouth fell open.
The crowd stared and saw it—a red-glowing arrow, faintly bloody, protruding from his wide-open mouth.
At some point, the deflected fiery arrow had circled behind him, bypassing the spear’s protective barrier, piercing directly through the back of his head and exiting through his mouth.
Boom...
The spear wielder’s body swayed, his throat gurgled as an attempt to speak went silent. He collapsed face-first into the mud, splashing water everywhere.
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