Chapter 29: Looking Back at the Moon (Please Favorite, Please Follow)

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Wang Jizu died in an extremely aggrieved manner.

Joining the Lin Residence, the first time he went all out was also the moment he met his end, which was beyond his wildest expectations.

Actually, everyone who witnessed this scene never saw it coming.

Instead, Zhou Ping'an's slash was so fierce and rapid that it made people overlook it to some extent.

Others' points of focus might have been slightly misplaced.

The Life-Seizing Scholar, who was chasing frantically, would not underestimate that slash.

That slash, quick and fierce, came without any signs...

One moment, the blade was still in its sheath; the next moment, it was cutting through the air, so fast that even the crescent moon was left trailing in its wake.

The Life-Seizing Scholar, who was adept at using a Fast Sword himself, had a quick thought and roughly understood the trick behind Zhou Ping'an's slash.

It must have been a combination of using the left hand's scabbard force with the right hand drawing the blade to achieve a counter-impact, gathering energy for a powerful slash.

While impossible to guard against, it also enabled an extraordinary swiftness in unsheathing the sword.

If caught completely unguarded, even he would be thrown into a panic facing this "Draw Sword Slash," and if not careful, might suffer a significant setback.

Luckily, the ferocity of that unsheathing slash was borne by the stick-wielding fellow.

As numerous thoughts passed through his mind, he saw that Zhou Ping'an had sheathed his blade and escaped another two steps.

The Life-Seizing Scholar let out a long howl, his robe billowing against the wind...

The long sword in his hand, shimmering with cold light, turned into a silvery ribbon, sweeping up high winds as he chased after Zhou Ping'an.

This time, even Xiao Xue, who was behind him, was completely unable to keep up.

The Life-Seizing Scholar had seen it clearly.

The person who had come through the window and saved Miss Lin Jiu, not only had a sharp mind and slippery movement technique but was also like a venomous snake that devoured people.

He wouldn't make a move unless he had to, but once he did, it was a lethal technique that was extremely difficult to defend against.

Unfortunately, this fellow seemed to possess the power to see through the fog...

Each of his choices, bizarre as they were, were incredibly aggravating.

So much so that the prepared countermeasures on their side couldn't be fully utilized.

To avoid prolonged risks, it was best to forcefully erupt his Qi-Blood, even at the cost of damaging his body, to quickly eliminate Zhou Ping'an.

As long as he could secure Ninth Miss Lin, the third and fourth brothers ahead, who were in grave danger, would also escape from peril.

Everything that followed would naturally fall into place.

"You can't escape now."

Feeling the fierce wind howling behind him, and the tide of killing intent rushing at him.

Zhou Ping'an, though very reluctant, could only sigh and stop running, ready to face his opponent.

At that moment, he found himself without worries or fears, neither sad nor happy.

Flashes of the past, practicing various fist and sword techniques, swept through his mind like a stream of images from the depths of his soul.

[Actually, I am also a martial arts genius. Ever since I started learning martial arts and practicing fists and swords, I mastered them quickly and became adept.]

[In the past, what I lacked were not combat methods or exquisite moves, but only the evolution and inheritance of the physical body...]

[If I could fill in the gaps in physical strength and reaction speed, what powerful expert in the world should I fear to battle?]

The recent slash had killed the Strength-Training Martial Master Wang Jizu.

That was the first person Zhou Ping'an had killed since entering this world.

It was also the first person Zhou Ping'an had killed with a slash in the twenty-two years of his life across two worlds.

The shock of personally extinguishing a life, the reverence for life, and the reflection on the impermanence of the world, turned into a torrent that washed over Zhou Ping'an's heart.

For the first time, he realized.

Maybe, I am not so weak after all.

I can achieve something.

And perhaps, protect something...

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little one in his arms, staring at him with big unblinking black eyes, showing no trace of fear on the face.

Zhou Ping'an was suddenly filled with courage at that moment.

Only in the face of death can one find life.

There was no escape.

So, no more running...

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The sword's point was nearing from behind, its killing intent as tangible as reality.

But his heart was as still as water; he moved with the sword's momentum, the blade following his lead.

As he slashed forward, his body shot out like an arrow.

This slash, strange and unpredictable, was aimed at nothingness.

Like a madman slashing wildly at fate at the end of his life.

The motion of the sword was too urgent, its force too fast.

So fast that the Life-Seizing Scholar was drawn by the momentum, his sword thrusting forward, becoming a ray of light with increased speed.

At the tip of the sword, a faint white line even appeared.

Obviously, he was focusing power in his arm, bursting with blood energy, aiming to end the fight with a single thrust.

Sword light like silk, blade light like snow.

Just as the sword point was about to pierce Zhou Ping'an's back...

The Life-Seizing Scholar's vision blurred briefly, and then he realized the enemy he was aiming at had vanished.

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A blinding light shimmered before his eyes.

It started from his feet, swiftly sweeping across his lower body, slicing through his abdomen, cleaving open his chest.

With a cry of pain, his forward momentum reversed, and he hastily retreated.

He stumbled back seven feet and looked down.

Whoosh...

Intestines, stomach tumbling out from his split abdomen, scattering on the ground.

Blood flowed like a stream...

The Life-Seizing Scholar's eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness as he rasped, "What... what sword technique is this?"

Just a moment ago, he was certain he saw his opponent rushing forward with all force, leaving no strength spared.

That's why he had confidently and rapidly lunged forward with the Chasing Wind Sword Form, aiming a direct stab at his opponent's back.

To pursue and slay a fleeing enemy, to kill decisively, this sort of sword form aimed at the enemy's back, Life-Seizing Scholar had encountered it, if not a thousand times, then at least hundreds in his lifetime.

Each time, as he pierced through the opponent's back, his spirit felt not a hint of pity; in fact, he even felt a sense of exhilaration.

That feeling of watching a life struggling and wailing in his own hands was so moving.

But with that previous stab, there clearly wasn't any issue.

His own move was extremely fast.

Yet the opponent acted very abnormally.

A slash towards the front, yet it abruptly appeared beneath his own body.

The unpredictable manipulation of the blade and the power, the odd changes in movement technique, were not only impossible to guard against, but also left no chance for response.

He didn't understand.

If you have such a powerful sword technique, such a fierce killing move,

Why run away?

"Looking Back... at the Moon."

Zhou Ping'an's blade slanted towards the ground, blood droplets merging with the dust, his eyes cool and undisturbed.

The killer is always killed.

If his spirit was shaken for a brief moment when killing Wang Jizu,

Then, when slaughtering the Life-Seizing Scholar, he was like a phoenix reborn from the flames, utterly unstirred...

His spirit became like a clear mirror, crystal clear and unstained by dust.

The move "Looking Back at the Moon" was one of the performance routines in the Nine Styles of the Jiao Dragon Turnover, designed to surprise and be unexpected.

Seemingly in front, then suddenly behind, steps mystifying, as if insane with frenzy.

That day, when he performed various sword moves on the stage, the audience, both on and offstage, thundered with applause...

Others saw astounding dance postures.

Including Zhou Ping'an himself, actually, no one understood that within those lively and elusive dance postures hid such astonishing lethal intent.

When Zhou Ping'an made up for that last weakness,

His sword-waving speed increased twofold or threefold, and the changes in his movement technique also accelerated substantially.

This set of blade dance, originally meant for performance and not for slaying enemies, finally burst forth with dazzling brilliance.

And the Life-Seizing Scholar, Tan Qing, was fortunate enough to witness this slash.

He met a death worthy of his life.

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"Younger brother..."

"You're done for."

"Kid, I'm going to flay your skin..."

Witnessing that thread of bizarre sword light, they also saw the tragic death of Life-Seizing Scholar Tan Qing.

Qing Jiao and Du Long, who were trapped in a fierce battle in the front courtyard, both became frenzied, their attacks fiercer.

"You might want to worry about surviving first," came a cool, unhurried voice.

The long sword turned, rippling the air, and once again encircled Qing Jiao and Du Long within.

The Wave Subduing Blade had a unique sword energy, most suited for countering multiple attackers.

If not for the injuries last time, if the Red Lotus Fire Energy within his body had been fully purged, allowing him to use his full power in his killing moves, slaughtering these two would be as easy as butchering pigs and dogs.

[Just a bit, just a bit more and I would've been plotted against successfully. Black Mountain Bandits, Baicao Hall; I will remember you.]

Although Lin Huaiyu's disposition was gentle, not fond of strife, when he truly had no way to avoid conflict, he possessed quite ruthless methods.

The truth was, being schemed against by his own family, forced to leave and carve out his own path, fighting for that last glimmer of hope.

He had been driven into a corner.

Even the most mild-mannered must learn to be strong.

"Xiao Jiu..."

Turning his head to look at the little girl nestled in Zhou Ping'an's arms, not once had Lin Huaiyu's heart been filled with such a strong intent to kill.

It was simply too much.

His heart also felt an immense relief.

This time, on a whim, recruiting a Protector, turned out to be an inspired move.

Unintentionally, he had recruited a great treasure.

Fortune may follow upon disaster; calamity may be a blessing in disguise.

The encounters in life. are truly unpredictable.