Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings

Chapter 157: Chapter 155: Zhang Zhen: Buddy, I Suggest Downloading the Anti-Fraud App

Eighteen bald monks recited Buddhist chants and formed Buddha Seals with their hands, their entire bodies emanating a dense Buddha’s Radiance.

At this moment, the dense Buddha’s Radiance above Yang Jing’s head coalesced into a Seven-Treasure Canopy.

Beneath the canopy, it seemed like another world, isolated from the Punishment Department.

”Damn it!”

”The Ma Family’s hunt squad is really powerful!” Lin Yuan cursed under his breath.

You can say the Deceitful King Faction is bad, but you can’t say they’re weak.

There’s no denying that this hunt squad is the strongest force under the Ghost Leader of the Deceitful King Faction.

They indeed have strength.

Especially now, being able to use Buddhist power to form a canopy that isolates the Power of Rules within the Punishment Department, it was beyond Lin Yuan’s expectations.

Last time, Lin Yuan was able to completely overpower Yang Jing, leaving him with no strength to retaliate, relying solely on the power of the Punishment Department.

Now, these eighteen monks immediately broke the power of the Punishment Department, which truly infuriated Lin Yuan.

”Yang Jing, the rules of this realm have been isolated.”

”We brothers will be your protectors, go ahead and unleash your power!”

”Go, kill him!” shouted the monk code-named ”Dragon Descender.”

This was the second time Yang Jing had been dragged into the Punishment Department by Lin Yuan. As they say, the first time is unfamiliar, the second time adept.

Being dragged in for a second time wasn’t nearly as terrifying as the first.

Moreover, now with the canopy formed by the eighteen arhats isolating the Punishment Department’s rules.

Without this dependency, Lin Yuan could only fight Yang Jing with all he had.

Yang Jing’s entire body was engulfed in black magic flames, which under the golden Buddhist canopy, looked incredibly out of place.

Yang Jing charged at Lin Yuan like a bolt of lightning, enemies meeting with great hostility. ”Ah!”

As he neared Lin Yuan, Yang Jing let out a furious roar, stomping fiercely, propelling himself like a cannonball.

He leaped into the air, swinging the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife repeatedly at Lin Yuan with all his strength.

With a surging internal energy mixed with burning magic flames, the giant blade projections formed, attacking Lin Yuan like tigers descending the mountain or the flood dragon rising to the sea.

Facing Yang Jing’s relentless attacks, Lin Yuan activated the Qiankun Umbrella, twirling it, absorbing all of Yang Jing’s blade projections into it.

”Boom!”

”Boom, boom.”

A continuous series of explosions sounded from within the Qiankun Umbrella, with the crimson umbrella surface visibly bulging.

This was caused by the blade projections exploding inside the Qiankun Umbrella, yet the umbrella’s surface was so sturdy that this level of explosion couldn’t damage it.

Seeing his powerful attacks being easily absorbed by Lin Yuan, Yang Jing was quite displeased.

Yang Jing thought to himself, so many tricks!

However, it’s not just you, Lin Yuan, who have many tricks. I, Yang Jing, have plenty as well.

Having lost to you once, I can’t possibly lose a second time.

With this thought, Yang Jing’s magic flames surged, and as they hit the ground and caught the wind, they grew.

In the blink of an eye, they transformed into snarling divine hounds.

”Woof.”

”Woof, woof.”

At this moment, all the divine hounds around began to roar, the multitude of howling hounds creating a rather terrifying momentum.

Countless divine hounds around roared and charged at Lin Yuan.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan hurriedly summoned the Soul-Luring Lamp, scattering the lamp oil.

The lamp oil hit the ground, transforming into flaming giants, engaging in battle with the surrounding divine hounds.

For every move, there is a countermove; for every attack, there is a defense.

Lin Yuan and Yang Jing were engaged in a heated exchange, each attacking and countering fervently.

The Ma family’s hunt squad, all eighteen monks, were fully aiding Yang Jing in resisting the rules of the Punishment Department.

In the special space of the Punishment Department, Lin Yuan and Yang Jing engaged in intense combat.

Meanwhile, outside, the battle had also reached a fever pitch.

Personnel dispatched by other factions of the Deceitful King Faction had engaged in battle with Yang Dingguo’s subordinates.

Their fight was at a standstill, settling into a temporarily balanced state.

From a distant large tree, Zhang Peng hid within the dense canopy, watching the entire battlefield.

His gaze was fixed on ”Yang Dingguo” on the battlefield.

Noticing that the Life Pattern Masters protecting Yang Dingguo were being held off, Zhang Peng knew it was his time to act.

Zhang Peng activated his tattoo ability, summoning the Wind-Fire Wheel and Fire-tipped Spear, stepping onto the Wind-Fire Wheel, rushing towards Yang Dingguo.

”Yang Dingguo, prepare to die!” Zhang Peng moved swiftly, within a blink, he was just over ten meters from ”Yang Dingguo.”

One might suggest to Zhang Peng at this point to download an anti-fraud app, because the Yang Dingguo he had in his sights was fake.

This Yang Dingguo was actually Zhang Zhen in disguise.

Of course, Zhang Peng was still in the dark.

Zhang Zhen and Zhang Peng were old acquaintances, and seeing Zhang Peng charging at him, Zhang Zhen also felt a surge of competitive spirit.

In Zhang Zhen’s opinion, while he might not stand a chance against Yang Jing, surely he could handle the unimpressive Zhang Peng, right?

With this thought, Zhang Zhen intended to utilize his tattoo ability.

However, a sweeping glance revealed the real Yang Dingguo being protected by several Life Pattern Masters in the distance.

If he used his tattoo ability now, someone might realize that this Yang Dingguo was a fake.

At that moment, the danger for the rest of the people increased.

Zhang Zhen was uncommonly smart this time; a sudden idea struck him, and he decided to lure Zhang Peng away.

If he could lure Zhang Peng far away, then even the danger could be diverted.

With this thought, Zhang Zhen sprinted away, shouting as he ran, ”Help, save me!”

However, on the battlefield, both sides’ forces were locked in a fierce battle, unable to spare anyone to save him.

”Stop these people, don’t let them support!”

”Yang Dingguo, I’m coming to kill you!” Zhang Peng gave the order and chased after Yang Dingguo on his Wind-Fire Wheel.

As he continued the chase, Zhang Peng began to sense something was off.

Yang Dingguo was supposed to be an old man in his seventies or eighties!

At that age, no matter how well you maintain yourself, you shouldn’t be able to run this fast, right?

According to their intelligence, Yang Dingguo was just a regular person, not a Life Pattern Master!

Even if he practiced the second-generation Totem Visualization Method, he shouldn’t gain combat power so quickly.

Damn it, this Yang Dingguo was running faster than Bolt!

Unfortunately!

Zhang Peng wasn’t the sharpest; he just felt something was wrong but continued the pursuit.

Because he trusted his eyes, he believed this person was Yang Dingguo, looking exactly the same.

After running for two or three miles and sure that he was far from the battlefield, Zhang Zhen stopped running too.

”Whew!”

”Whew! Whew!”

Zhang Zhen leaned against a big tree, deliberately pretending to be exhausted.

In reality, Zhang Zhen planned to take Zhang Peng by surprise and smack him with his Golden Rod.

Now, in Zhang Peng’s eyes, he was the defenseless Yang Dingguo. This was the information gap, and using it, he might easily defeat Zhang Peng.

Zhang Zhen, ever since he mixed with Lin Yuan, had fought numerous battles, big and small, and gained some battlefield judgment skills.

”Keep running!”

”Why did you stop running?” Zhang Peng tauntingly looked at ”Yang Dingguo,” approaching step by step.

He believed he had it all under control and wanted to mock ”Yang Dingguo” well before killing him.

After all, with Yang Dingguo’s status, teasing such a high-ranking person gave Zhang Peng an inexplicable satisfaction.

After losing his bird, Zhang Peng’s psyche had twisted a bit.

”No, no...”

”I can’t run anymore, can’t move!” Zhang Zhen waved his hands repeatedly, feigning helplessness.

The more ”Yang Dingguo” showed defenselessness, the more excited Zhang Peng became.

Seeing this, Zhang Peng used his Fire-tipped Spear to gesture on ”Yang Dingguo’s” body, tauntingly saying, ”I’m going to first sever your tendons, both hands and feet. Then, I’ll poke a few bloody holes in you and let the blood dribble out.”

”During this process, you won’t die right away; you’ll watch your blood drain helplessly, feeling weakness gradually envelop your whole body.”

As Zhang Peng finished speaking, ”Yang Dingguo” feigned terror and said, ”You....”

”I, Yang Dingguo, am a man of status and reputation, young man, give me a swift death.”

Hearing ”Yang Dingguo’s” words, Zhang Peng became even prouder and boasted wildly, ”A person of status and reputation?”

”After I kill you, I’ll make a pair of shoes out of your skin and turn your head into a chamber pot.”

”Status and reputation? I’ll leave you without face or dignity!”

”Hahahahaha....”

”Boom!”

As Zhang Peng laughed recklessly, his laughter was suddenly cut off, and he was sent flying.

While Zhang Peng was laughing skyward, Zhang Zhen summoned his Golden Rod, seized the opportunity, and without hesitation, struck Zhang Peng with a smack.

The hit landed squarely on Zhang Peng’s abdomen, and by the time he reacted, he was already airborne.

”Crash!”

Zhang Peng smashed into a tree as thick as a man’s waist, breaking it in half upon impact.

”Splat!”

The intense pain made Zhang Peng’s body curl up like a cooked shrimp, his whole body coiled in a ball.

”Splat!”

”Splat! Splat!”

Zhang Peng coughed up mouthfuls of fresh blood, clearly disoriented by Zhang Zhen’s hit!

Now lying on the ground, Zhang Peng’s head was still buzzing with confusion.

He was thinking:

Who am I?

Where am I?

Who just hit me?

”You...”

”Was it you who just hit me?” Zhang Peng struggled to stand, pointing at ”Yang Dingguo.”

His face was full of disbelief now.

Apparently, he couldn’t believe it was this weak-looking old ”Yang Dingguo” who had struck him.

How could this frail old man possibly send him flying with one hit!