Fragile Alliance

"Sure!"

"You're the senior, so you go first!"

"I even voluntarily yielded such an important opportunity to you. Those three relics were definitely worth it!"

Wang Ye shifted slightly with a beaming smile, speaking with utter sincerity, his eyes filled with genuine earnestness.

Maitreya's brows twitched nonstop. His heart, which had remained as calm as an ancient well for years, churned violently at this moment.

Even after plotting for a thousand years and discovering that it had been the Buddha's trap, he had merely laughed it off.

After all, if one plotted against others, one naturally had to be prepared for failure.

Maitreya had been mentally prepared for that.

But—

This bastard was different.

There was no logic, no buildup. He simply appeared before you out of nowhere, then, without a word, slashed at you, robbed you, and disgusted you.

Sometimes, even Maitreya wondered what kind of mindset he needed to face Wang Ye with in order to maintain that calm composure.

At the very least, he could not do it.

Apparently, Li Changgeng could not either.

"Fine!"

"This humble monk will go first."

Maitreya took a deep breath before finally speaking slowly.

If they truly fought, he was not afraid of Wang Ye. If he could trap Wang Ye, then in a fight to the death, he was confident he could wear Wang Ye down with his powerful physical body.

But—

Not now. Besides, did this guy not know how to run when he could not win?

Rather than continue enduring Wang Ye's omnipresent mental attacks, Maitreya suddenly felt that going in first did not seem so dangerous after all.

It was still better than staying outside and listening to Wang Ye's sarcastic jabs.

Wang Ye continued smiling brightly, his eyes nearly narrowing into slits. Standing a short distance