Chapter 438: Chapter 444 I will give 5 times more! (Fourth update)

Smash… Smash it?

At the words of Yang Zhen, everyone jumped in fright and turned to look at him in horror. Some of the more unstable ones even yelled out, “No!”

“Such a powerful aircraft can definitely get through the Mobei Abyss. Why would you want to smash it?”

“Yang Zhen, if you don’t want it, you can sell it to us. We can give you any number of crystals!”

“Go ahead and smash it. I don’t believe for a second you’ll destroy such a formidable divine weapon akin to a saint’s weapon.”

People traded looks of various expressions, all watching Yang Zhen with incredulity.

Even the stone-faced Saint Lin was taken aback. He appeared in front of Yang Zhen, looking uncertain, “Are you really going to smash it?”

“This subpar item did not meet this Sao Saint’s expectations. Why would I want to keep it? Of course, I have to smash it!” Yang Zhen said ruefully, “I’m not only going to smash it, I, Sao Saint, have decided to never craft such iron armor again. If I ever craft such iron armor, let me forever eat instant noodles with one extra packet of seasoning!”

Boom!

A thunderclap sounded out of the blue. Everyone looked towards the sky in surprise at the sudden celestial phenomena.

Although they didn’t know what the instant noodles and seasoning packet Yang Zhen mentioned were, it was clear that Yang Zhen was extremely serious about this oath—so much so that even the cosmic order itself bore witness.

Damn, what was he thinking, taking such a heavy oath?

It was clear that if Yang Zhen never crafted this type of battle armor again, this set would become an unprecedented piece. Even if it wasn’t up to Yang Zhen’s standard, it had already far exceeded the expectations of everyone present. Its value was immeasurable.

This oath that Yang Zhen made was genuine. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have received the affirmation of cosmic order.

Almost no one knew that when Yang Zhen ate instant noodles, the thing he liked least was the seasoning packet. He always ate the noodles dry. Even when he had to soak the noodles, he would simply add salt and other seasonings and would never eat the seasoning packet included in the instant noodles.

Two packets of seasoning… The thought alone was terrifying. Yang Zhen started to regret taking such a severe oath.

Damn it, never mind!

Despicable Cat looked flabbergasted as it took off the Black Panther Battle Armor and quickly stored it away in its storage ring. It then turned to Yang Zhen and said, “No, lad, why destroy such an incredible piece of battle armor? I won’t smash it. If you want to smash it, then smash me!”

Seeing the way Despicable Cat looked ready to face death, everyone nodded in agreement. This was the right way to behave. If anyone wanted to destroy these three aircraft and the battle armor, not even Despicable Cat and Wacky Chick would agree to it, let alone the people around them.

These things were key to their chances of entering the Mobei Abyss!

Wacky Chick, too, took its time removing the fighter jet from its chicken form. With an agonized expression, it returned it to its box form and stored it away into its ring. It combed its feathers and stuck its head in front of Yang Zhen, ready to face death, “Go ahead, smash me!”

“Randian, both of you… ruffians,” Yang Zhen glared at them before sighing in resignation, “Fine, you’ve really disappointed me. If you don’t want to destroy them, then keep them as souvenirs. But do not use them again, we can’t afford to lose face. As for this iron battle armor, I, Sao Saint, will destroy it.”

Having said that, Yang Zhen actually took out the Great Missing Sword, and with a surge of the True Essence, swung it toward the box.

“Friend Yang, stop!”

Elder Mo, with his face drained of color, came to stand in front of Yang Zhen, positioning himself under the Great Missing Sword. “You’re behaving insanely. This divine weapon, which is a match for a saint’s weapon, you actually want to destroy it? This is… This is going to ruin me. If you don’t want it or think it’s not good enough, why don’t you sell it to me?”

Seeing Elder Mo’s greedy expression, everyone gave him a look of utter contempt.

“Who’d have thought, Elder Mo, you old coot with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, you’re really something. Why should it be sold to you? I want it too, and I can certainly offer a better price than you!”

“Old geezer, you’re overthinking it. Do you really think we wouldn’t dare to make a purchase in front of you?”

“This… old codger, is supposed to be important because he’s rich?”

“Heh heh, you’re right. Money is indeed important!”

“But we should ask Yang if he’s willing to sell first!”

Everyone turned their gaze towards Yang Zhen. Seeing the look of indecision on his face, no one noticed that the box in front of him had suddenly shaken during the hot dispute between the Despicable Cat and the Comical Chicken. It had been switched out by Yang Zhen; the iron battle suit in front of them was merely a low-grade version of Yang Zhen’s original suit. No, it was an extremely low-grade version, with almost no value, capable of only minor speed enhancements.

This process was very brief. Because Yang Zhen had intentionally done it while the two were arguing over the armor and the machinery, no one noticed!

Looking distressed, Yang Zhen held the key in his hand and said, “The truth is… this battle suit… it has flaws.”

“What?” They all exclaimed in surprise, hurriedly calling out, “What kind of flaws?”

Even Saint Lin craned his neck to see, looking uncertainly at the box in front of Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen let out a sigh, saying, “Honorable ones, the speed you observed earlier was not the Iron Battle Suit performing at its full capacity.”

Everyone held their breath, looking at Yang Zhen in disbelief.

Such terrifying speed hadn’t even reached its maximum! Just what kind of monstrosity would it be if the Iron Battle Suit really unleashed its full potential?

They had to buy it. If Yang Zhen really had the guts to smash it, they would go all out against him!

Everyone anxiously held their breath, focusing on the Great Missing Sword in Yang Zhen’s hand.

At this moment, Yang Zhen took a deep breath and said, “Furthermore, it’s not that I don’t want to show you its full speed. It’s just that this suit currently lacks fine-tuning, and minor flaws need correcting. Even a fool could adjust these flaws, but who am I?”

Among the group’s ragged breaths, Yang Zhen made a foolish face and said, “I, Sao Saint, am a genius. How could I tolerate these minor flaws? There’s no way I could, even if they’re flaws that could be easily fixed by a fool.”

“Therefore, this Iron Battle Suit must be smashed. Even Jesus can’t dissuade me, I tell you!”

“No, don’t! I’ll buy it. Name your price, I’ll buy it!” Elder Mo glared furiously at Yang Zhen, “If you smash it, I swear…”

Before Elder Mo finished his sentence, Saint Lin suddenly interrupted, “Yang Zhen, name your price. How many crystals will it take for you sell it?”

Upon hearing Saint Lin’s words, everyone gasped.

Even Elder Mo turned to look at Saint Lin, shocked and unsure. When the Ke Clan made a move, naturally it was no longer their business. Didn’t everyone know that the Ke Clan was the richest of the ancient tribes on Northern Island?

Moreover, the Ke Clan were deeply skilled in the art of refinement. They obviously desired this Iron Battle Suit with an absolute determination.

As long as Yang Zhen was willing to sell, nobody could snatch it away.

Yang Zhen, appearing troubled, turned to Saint Lin and said, “Saint Lin, you’re putting me in a tough position.”

Upon hearing this, Saint Lin’s eyes lit up. He quickly said, “There’s no need for you to feel torn. Whatever they bid, I’ll pay five times more!”

Damn it!

Upon hearing this, everyone present wanted to curse.