423: Chapter 423 Ming Jiajing Cowhide Drum

"Name: Ming Dynasty Jiajing Leather Drum."

"Grade: Tier 3."

"Attribute: Deterrence +18."

"Skills: Thunder and Fire Pincer Attack, Deafening Sound."

The attributes were overpowered.

The skills were even more overpowered.

If he took this thing out in real combat, even the most powerful enemy would weaken by thirty percent right away; two skills would be enough to finish them off, or perhaps even just one.

Fortunately, Han Jingyang had actively deactivated the attribute effects, otherwise everyone present would have been struck by the deterrence.

The deterrence attribute might seem useless, but in reality, it could be applied in all sorts of situations.

Once the effect was activated, it would suppress the entire scene; others wouldn't even dare to speak unless he gave them permission.

It was akin to the line: "When I do not speak first in spring, which insect dares to make a sound?"

In short, it was one word: overpowered.

One had to realize, this was eighteen points of attribute, not one, two, three, or five.

An attribute strength of eighteen points already exceeded the endurance of most practitioners.

Let alone eighteen points, even eight points of attribute was something an ordinary person couldn't withstand, and an increase of about ten points was enough to walk sideways in the martial arts world.

When Monk Delin saw this feat of Han Jingyang conjuring an object out of thin air, his pupils constricted sharply. His expression became even more amiable, and he didn't dare to say or ask anything, just standing quietly by Han Jingyang's side to watch.

Han Jingyang gripped the drumsticks with both hands, took a deep breath, and began to beat the drum.

"Thump."

"Thump."

"Thump-thump, thump-thump-thump, thump, thump-thump—"

The drumbeats were muffled but extremely powerful.

The force of the strikes wasn't great, but the sound transmitted carried a force that shook the heart, as if it could tear through the sky and pierce through the earth.

As he struck, the intensity grew, and the drumbeats became more and more rapid.

The muffled yet highly penetrating drumbeats seemed to awaken the Thousand Buddha Mountain, which was on the verge of falling asleep; the mountain body emitted slight tremors with the beats, as if a monster were about to wake up inside the mountain.

As the drumbeats progressed, Han Jingyang's expression became increasingly impassioned, and he became more and more immersed. The veins on his arms bulged, and the drumsticks fell heavily onto the leather skin again and again, transmitting bursts of vibration that felt as if they could split the heavens and the earth.

When the rhythm reached its peak, he raised the drumsticks with both arms, gathered his strength, and struck down fiercely.

"Thump—"

At the same time.

He activated the skill "Thunder and Fire Pincer Attack".

The moment the strongest drumbeat was transmitted, in the eyes of Monk Delin and the others, a dense purple qi surged out like lightning the instant the drumsticks made contact with the drum skin.

This faint bolt of lightning grew against the wind, getting larger and larger, until by the time it reached mid-air, it had formed a super-giant purple lightning bolt capable of illuminating most of the sky.

The purple lightning brewed for a moment in the evening sky, then struck down fiercely, accompanied by the sound of the drum.

"Thump-thump-thump—"

"Boom—"

The drumbeats were mixed with the roar of a thunder god, and the purple electric light struck down with the speed of lightning.

It hit the maitreya buddha statue squarely, which looked exceptionally dazzling under the reflection of the myriad lights of Quancheng.

"Snap—"

The purple electric light instantly enveloped the entire bronze statue, only slowly disappearing a few seconds later.

The skill duration was very short, but the scene was extremely spectacular.

Compared to lightning formed by nature, it was not inferior in the slightest.

Moreover, the special color was something not commonly seen in natural lightning.

Being able to hit the bronze statue in the Maitreya Victory Garden with such precision was even more incredible.

However, was it useful?

Monk Delin squinted and observed for a moment, but didn't discover anything: "Mr. Han, is that it?"

Han Jingyang smiled: "No rush."

He had imbued himself with the "Qi Observation" attribute, which was a higher level and more professional than "Manifestation of Holiness", so he could see more clearly.

With a single strike, the qi field of that bronze statue shattered instantly, just like the Dingshen Group headquarters building back then.

Without the constraint of the qi field, it was like a broken water vat; it could no longer hold water, leaking as much as it received.

That bronze statue was already ruined.

The skill effect was shockingly good.

This meant the nail the Japanese invaders had driven into the dragon vein connecting Thousand Buddha Mountain and Quancheng had been pulled out by him.

The nearby earth qi surged instantly, as if a spring had been chiseled open underneath; the earth qi gushed out violently, almost reaching the middle of the mountain.

This was piercing through the main artery.

However, it wasn't much of a problem; the qi flowing within the qi veins would naturally flow toward Quancheng anyway.

Even if it emerged and turned into earth qi, it would naturally flow to Quancheng; the distinction between surface and interior was just a matter of form, the essence remained the same, it was just slightly less efficient in utilization.

It was quite good.

Kill a thousand enemies, lose twenty of one's own.

Extremely cost-effective.

It was just that a bronze statue could be rebuilt. If they rebuilt it and held another Consecration ceremony, the nail would be driven in again. The cost wasn't high; making such a bronze statue only cost a few million.

But the value of one of his skills was far more than a few million.

Calculating the economic account, he was at a loss.

The Japanese invaders could erect statues again and again, but he couldn't keep doing this.

Once or twice was fine, but if it happened too many times, he would go bankrupt.

So, it was still necessary to solve the problem at the root.

Of course, if he could scare the Japanese invaders and make them withdraw, that would also be excellent.

Anyway, he was quite happy now; seeing the qi vein from Thousand Buddha Mountain to Quancheng return to normal, his mood was beyond good.

At the same time.

Maitreya Victory Garden.

Top floor of the staff dormitory building.

In the spacious living room, a chubby middle-aged man was struggling in the throes of passion with a naked female subordinate.

Suddenly, he saw a Maitreya statue placed in the due west position explode, with fragments splashing everywhere.

The fatty was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly scrambled up and rushed to the window to observe the huge bronze statue in the distance. He didn't discover anything, but his expression remained grave.

After observing for a moment, he took out his phone, took a picture of the fragments all over the floor, and sent it to someone labeled "Mr. An".

The next second.

Mr. An made a video call, asking sternly: "What happened?"

The fatty hurriedly shook his head: "I was just eating, and this, this bronze statue just exploded."

"Exploded?"

"Yes, just like there was gunpowder installed inside. Oh, right, there was a smell of fire, that kind of scorching feeling, but it didn't feel hot to the touch. It's very strange."

"What about the Great Buddha??"

"The Great Buddha is normal."

"Are there any suspicious people active in the area?"

"No, we have stopped business. There are no strangers active within the surveillance range, and the security guards just patrolled."

"Did you hear any strange sounds?"

"Sounds?" The fatty tried hard to think, then suddenly slapped his thigh: "It seems like there were drumbeats, but they were very far away."

Mr. An snorted: "If you could hear it, it means it wasn't far. Alright, tonight you personally lead the patrol. Tomorrow someone will come to understand the situation with you. You had better tell the truth and cooperate with the investigation. Also, keep this matter strictly confidential; do not disclose it to anyone."

"Yes, Mr. An."

Mr. An hung up the phone with a livid face, then immediately dialed a number and said respectfully in Japanese: "Lord Abe, something has happened at the Maitreya Victory Garden. The Maitreya Victory Garden at Thousand Buddha Mountain in Quancheng. The Great Buddha is fine, but the small inspiration statue exploded. There was a smell of fire. The observer heard drumbeats before the small statue exploded. There are no suspicious groups found for the time being, but I suspect it was done by Han Jingyang."

"Yes, that Han Jingyang. Lord Yuqing sacrificed himself at the hands of this person. Counting this time, we have been completely wiped out by this person twice in a row."

"I have received intelligence that Han Jingyang went to Xingguo Zen Temple this afternoon. Monk Delin led the monks to welcome him at the mountainside in person and hasn't come down the mountain yet. So, it is very likely that Monk Delin and Han Jingyang have formed an alliance."

"Yes, I will mobilize personnel and funds to repair the Maitreya Great Buddha first."

"Does Han Jingyang need to be given priority attention?"