134: Chapter 134 is ready.

Zhang Zhiyang asked Han Jingyang in return, "Mr. Han, you are the lead for this battle. If you say charge, we'll charge in right now; if you say we should plan carefully, we'll think of another way."

Han Jingyang raised an eyebrow, "You trust me that much?"

"I'm a good judge of character."

"Alright," Han Jingyang took out the jade pendant with +5 poison resistance that he had just retrieved from Xu Xin and placed it directly around Liu Jing's neck. "Wear this well. With this item, if you encounter the kind of poison Xu Xin was afflicted with again, it will at least allow you to hold on for a longer time."

As he said this, he handed the katana captured from Abe Tamakane to Liu Jing. "Take this, and don't show any mercy. As long as these people can still breathe, they have a chance to counterattack. If luck is on our side, I can save you; if not, we might be separated by life and death."

Liu Jing pushed the katana away with disdain. "Too thin and too soft. I don't like it."

As she spoke, she patted the kangxi war sword on her back.

"..."

Han Jingyang was speechless.

Thin? Soft?

My dear sister, you probably don't know the attributes of this katana.

Although the people of the East are not great, their katanas are decent.

Besides, this is a dharma instrument.

And a fifth-grade one at that.

Sharpness +5.

It comes with a skill.

Isn't this better than that big cleaver of yours that doesn't even have an edge?

But if she doesn't like it, she doesn't like it.

Change it.

Han Jingyang rummaged through his bag and took out the Qing Qianlong Hetian jade-carved vajra, silently activating it to add a buff to Liu Jing's kangxi war sword.

Invincible.

The skill of this vajra is "Invincible."

Its function is to add a status to other weapons.

To ensure there were no mistakes, Han Jingyang spared no expense.

Of course, this kind of skill is usually not needed, but it's the right time to use it now, otherwise keeping it would be a waste.

The others didn't notice anything.

Old Qin, who was fiddling with a tortoise shell on the sofa, immediately looked up, staring fixedly at the vajra in Han Jingyang's hand, as if he had discovered a rare treasure.

After Han Jingyang added the buff to Liu Jing's kangxi war sword, he said, "Even if we are going to charge, we must use strategy. We cannot charge blindly, after all, no one knows what the situation is inside right now."

Zhang Zhiyang nodded, "The two of us will follow your arrangements."

"Steady and solid."

"Huh?" Zhang Zhiyang asked confusedly, "This isn't marching to war, how can we be steady and solid?"

"It's mainly my fault. I have no combat power and am extremely dependent on the dharma instrument in my hand. I even need to set up an altar to invoke deities, which is very troublesome," Han Jingyang spread his hands. "To put it directly, I need to set up the altar at the entrance or even inside the opposite villa, and I need someone to protect me. Only in this way can I secure better opportunities for you in the upcoming battle. Don't forget, there are not only samurai on the other side, but also Onmyoji."

Zhang Zhiyang thought for a moment, "We will protect you as we charge to the entrance of the villa, and you set up the altar as quickly as possible. Is that okay?"

"That's fine."

"How many minutes does it take to set up the altar?"

"Ten seconds."

"Ten seconds?" Zhang Zhiyang was shocked.

"Yes, in an extreme state, ten seconds is enough."

Zhang Zhiyang nodded heavily, "Alright, prepare in advance. Once we charge to the villa entrance, set up the altar immediately. After the altar is set up, leave Xiao Tan to protect you, and Liu Jing and I will charge inside. Is that okay?"

"That's fine."

"Prepare."

Han Jingyang began to pack the props needed to set up the altar.

This time, for safety, he also brought the boxwood-carved statue of Lord Guan.

Two statues of guan gong.

A bronze incense burner.

A tianpeng ruler.

And the standard compass and sanqing bell.

On his wrist were small-leaf red sandalwood prayer beads.

Hidden in his bosom was a Kaiken.

He also brought a weakened version of the God-Beating Whip.

In addition, he hung two ornaments around his neck, which added protection and luck respectively.

Han Jingyang checked everything over to make sure nothing was missing, then nodded with satisfaction.

This is literally armed to the teeth.

Besides, there are other props here, as long as I don't die on the spot, I can save myself or save others.

It can be said to be foolproof.

Thinking this, he nodded to Zhang Zhiyang, "I'm ready."

Zhang Zhiyang said to Miss Tan, "Once the war starts, no matter what, you must protect Mr. Han well. His value far exceeds yours and mine. Understand?"

Miss Tan, who was in her early twenties, gripped the long sword in her hand tightly, "Don't worry, Boss. Unless I die, no one will be able to harm a single hair on Mr. Han."

Zhang Zhiyang nodded and waved his hand sharply, "Let's go."

The four of them went downstairs one after another.

At the entrance.

Liu Jing and Zhang Zhiyang were in the front.

Han Jingyang and Miss Tan followed closely behind, carrying a table.

The door opened.

Liu Jing and Zhang Zhiyang rushed forward with their swords, heading straight for the opposite villa.

Han Jingyang and Miss Tan followed a few steps behind.

...

Meanwhile.

Inside the villa where Sun Hailu and the others were hiding.

Sun Hailu shouted nervously, "They are charging over! Four people, two men and two women. Han Jingyang and his clerk are both there."

Shirakawa Yasunari asked in a deep voice, "Do you know who the other two are?"

Sun Hailu quickly replied, "Zhang Zhiyang, section chief of the Quancheng Ethnic and Religious Investigation Division, and staff member Tan Xiaoxiao. Zhang Zhiyang is a disciple of Laoshan, practices internal alchemy and Tai Chi, has strong combat power, and has an unusually fiery temper. That Tan Xiaoxiao is the granddaughter of the Quancheng martial arts master Tan Yunsong, and her specialty is the Twelve-Road Tan Leg."

"Our target is Han Jingyang. If we can capture him alive, that's best. If not, kill him on the spot."

"But, it is rumored that Senior Abe Tamakane died at the hands of Han Jingyang, we..."

"Hmph, Sun Hailu, that is just right. Whether we capture him alive or kill him, we can gain the gratitude of the Abe family. It serves two purposes with one action."

"My meaning is, Han Jingyang's rise is ridiculously fast, his strength is super strong, and his methods are bizarre. Even Senior Abe was not his match, we..."

"Do not disturb the morale of the army. They only have four people, while we have a full twelve. By attacking the few with the many and catching them off guard, even if Lord Abe Seimei were resurrected, he would have to retreat three times, let alone Han Jingyang," Shirakawa Yasunari snorted coldly. "Besides, we have other arrangements. We will use twelve dharma instruments corresponding to the twelve Earthly Branches to set up a massive formation. No matter how strong a warlock is, they will become useless within the range of the formation. So what if Han Jingyang is powerful?"

Sun Hailu heard this and quickly bowed, "Lord Shirakawa is meticulous, we will surely win."

"Hmph, prepare for battle. Sun Hailu, Shibasaki Tama, Ishida Hisashi, the three of you are responsible for intercepting the others. If you are not a match for them, lure them into the encirclement. You must kill them in one blow and leave no future trouble. Leave Han Jingyang to me and Xiao An Nan-kun."

"Yes."

Sun Hailu and the other three bowed together.

Then they each drew their weapons and pointed them toward the front entrance of the villa.

In actual combat, if you can use a weapon, don't go empty-handed. In a life-and-death struggle without armor, the advantage of weapons is very obvious. Even the most powerful experts will have their combat power greatly reduced or even die on the spot after being hit by a blade. There is no possibility of fighting more bravely as the battle continues, because wounds will tear wider during high-intensity fighting, and blood will flow more and more. If you lose more than 100 milliliters of blood in a short period of time, the body will perceive various negative states.

In combat, these negative states are magnified many times over.

Therefore, in wars during the era of cold weapons, the opposing sides did not blindly pursue a clean, one-hit kill. As long as they could cause certain damage to the enemy, they could achieve the goal of reducing the enemy's numbers, which was no different from killing them directly.

The same goes for fights in the martial arts world; if you can hit the opponent first, you can occupy an absolute advantage.