326: Chapter 326 Two Peaches Kill Three Warriors

Han Jingyang carefully sized up the pair of the old Zhang Ying and the young Zhang Chaoyue. After a moment, he nodded slightly. "Your strength is not bad, but I am more curious about which big shot you work for. There are many big shots in Quancheng, but few can afford to support experts of your level. Let me guess?"

Zhang Chaoyue patted the thick blade of his sword. "Enough nonsense. Are you going to surrender peacefully, or do you want to get beaten up before surrendering?"

"So confident?"

"Han Jingyang, no need to put on an act. Although the two of you are strong, you rely too much on various dharma instruments. Without them, even Liu San could easily crush you to death. Shi Xiaoya may have some combat power, but she is negligible."

"But I do have dharma instruments, plenty of them. Can you strip me of my right to use them?"

Zhang Chaoyue wore a wide smile on his face. "Exactly. We will turn your dharma instruments into scrap."

Han Jingyang raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

Lyu Zhiqiang laughed triumphantly from behind. "The two in front of you are known as invincible in close combat. The techniques they practice specifically counter all sorts of flashy tricks. No matter how powerful a dharma instrument is, it is just a decoration in front of them."

Hmm?

Han Jingyang carefully observed the pair of Zhang Ying and Zhang Chaoyue once again, watching very closely.

But he didn't find anything unusual.

The cultivation technique they practiced was indeed unique. A massive amount of Qi condensed into a large golden bell within their bodies, looking extremely filled with Majesty.

Could it be that these two practiced defensive techniques? Something like the Golden Bell Shield or the Diamond Indestructible Divine Skill? That was indeed possible.

But in essence, it was still using one's own energy to counter external energy. Although after cultivation, the Qi would display different attributes, it still couldn't escape the fundamental laws of energy versus energy confrontation. Even if attributes countered each other, the decisive factors were still quantity and quality.

It was indeed possible that ordinary dharma instruments couldn't break through the protective shields of these two.

But was I using ordinary dharma instruments? Since I started my career, only Tian Chunming managed to withstand a few hits, and those were just ordinary skills with weaker power. In the face of a true ultimate move, even Tian Chunming had no power to fight back.

Therefore, Han Jingyang couldn't figure out for a moment whether these people were truly confident or just ignorant and fearless.

However, since they had met, there was nothing to say. A quick test later would reveal who was better.

But before that, he needed to properly inquire about their origins.

Thinking of this, Han Jingyang feigned surprise and widened his eyes. "So strong?"

Lyu Zhiqiang said proudly, "What do you think? Brother Zhang and Brother Zhang Chaoyue specialize in dealing with people like you. Since they started, they have never been defeated by so-called experts in metaphysics like you. So, Han Jingyang, don't think you are invincible just because you have some fame and luckily defeated a few experts. You are still far from it. Real experts are very low-key. People like Brother Zhang and Brother Zhang Chaoyue are even less famous but possess formidable strength because they understand the principle that there is always someone better. They are not like you, an ignorant brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

Han Jingyang realized, "So experts are all low-key."

Lyu Zhiqiang snorted. "It's not too late to know now. Surrender, and perhaps in consideration of your skills, Boss Zhang will spare you—"

"Shut up!" Zhang Chaoyue barked, cutting off Lyu Zhiqiang. He stared at Han Jingyang with a gloomy expression. "Han Jingyang, don't play tricks. We are not fools like Lyu Zhiqiang. We will ask one last time: will you surrender, or will you resist stubbornly? The former means life, the latter—death!"

Han Jingyang sighed. "Of course I want to live, but I don't want your charity. I will fight for it myself. Come on, let me see what is so special about Boss Zhang's capable subordinates."

His tone was very dismissive. However, before his voice even faded, he preemptively activated the skill he had already prepared. Turning Against Each Other!

A burst of green aura emerged, condensing in the air into two large, juicy peaches. The tips of the peaches were bright red, becoming pinker and more tender towards the bottom, looking succulent. At the stem, two emerald green leaves hung, and they exuded a rich, sweet fragrance.

With this appearance and this scent, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them celestial peaches. Han Jingyang couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. They were just too appetizing.

Shi Xiaoya was also almost drawn in by these two peaches.

Although Lyu Zhiqiang, Zhang Ying, and Zhang Chaoyue couldn't see these two peaches, they were all experts with a very strong ability to sense Qi. They instantly noticed the abnormality. Zhang Ying even covered his nose directly, glaring at Han Jingyang and cursing, "Despicable villain, you actually used poison."

Han Jingyang smiled. "No, no, no, it's not poison. It's a good thing that ordinary people can't enjoy. Usually, I can't bear to take it out. Mr. Zhang, don't you feel that this scent is a bit familiar? Doesn't it smell like peaches?"

"Peaches?" Zhang Ying's face turned slightly red. A dignified expert, scared to the point of losing composure by a peach—how embarrassing. Wait, where are the peaches?

Han Jingyang smiled again. "Does it smell good? Is it sweet?"

Zhang Ying nodded.

"Do you want to eat one?"

Zhang Ying nodded again.

Han Jingyang revealed a hint of a smile. "Unfortunately, there are only two peaches, not enough for the three of you to share."

A flash of ferocity crossed Zhang Ying's eyes, and he drew his sword to slash at Zhang Chaoyue beside him.

However, Zhang Chaoyue's movements were faster and more ferocious. Before Zhang Ying could swing his long sword down, he had already thrust his seemingly heavy short sword into Zhang Ying's chest and twisted it fiercely twice, then spat. "Old thing, I've long found you an eyesore. You want to snatch my celestial peach? You're courting death!"

As the words fell, he looked up, his fierce gaze locked onto Lyu Zhiqiang, and then he rushed over with his sword. "Die, you neither-human-nor-ghost old thing! Both peaches are mine!"

Lyu Zhiqiang did not show any weakness either, waving his hand to point at Zhang Chaoyue. "Kill him—"

Dozens of women's faces swarmed towards Zhang Chaoyue like moths to a flame, clinging to his body and biting frantically.

Zhang Chaoyue let out a loud shout. The large bell inside his body radiated golden light and expanded rapidly. A bell-shaped protective shield appeared on his body, blocking all the women's faces outside.

Not only that, the dazzling golden light shone on the women's faces, like boiling water poured on snow, melting those women's faces into clusters of black and red aura.

But the women's faces controlled by Lyu Zhiqiang did not retreat at all. Even if melted, they would re-condense into shape, rushing towards Zhang Chaoyue one after another. It was completely a situation of fighting to the death.

Shi Xiaoya watched in astonishment.

Han Jingyang watched with great interest. Interesting. This skill was just too fun. The effect was surprisingly good; once the skill was used, it directly made these three experts turn against each other.

Two peaches killing three warriors; even the headcount matches perfectly. Brilliant.

However, this Zhang Chaoyue was truly worthy of the title of metaphysics Nemesis. With a golden bell covering his body, those hideous and terrifying women's faces couldn't break through his defense at all, only serving as a certain level of interference.

Meanwhile, Zhang Chaoyue endured the women's faces that were like moths to a flame, forcing his way to Lyu Zhiqiang, raised his heavy short sword high, and smashed it down towards Lyu Zhiqiang's head.

At the critical moment, Lyu Zhiqiang suddenly shouted, "Han Jingyang, save me—"