Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1291: Vajra

Chapter 1291: Vajra

Even though Zhang Yi recognized Liang Yue's formidable power, he had never been the type to gamble with danger.

In a grueling wheel battle like this, dispatching expendable fighters ahead to scout and assess the foe's strength was the smart move.

Suolang Deji nodded in agreement.

His eyes then turned aside, locking onto Chodak, the Grand Commander of the Private Soldier Guards.

"You take the lead."

Chodak had read up on it and understood Tian Ji's Horse Racing Strategy well.

Still, the hardy sons of the Snowy Plateau were true warriors at heart.

He had never once shrunk from the face of death.

"If victory slips away, just yield. Don't force it," Pagyi Gesang advised with sincere concern.

This style of rotational combat was savagely intense. Back in the Snowy Region's history, clans often clashed this way over grazing lands and water rights.

Typically, a verbal concession would halt the slaughter from the opponent.

Yet these proud Snowy Region warriors viewed battlefield surrender as utter shame, choosing death over submission.

Today, though, Chodak stood as a vital battle asset for the Pagyi Family. Pagyi Gesang preferred a defeat over losing him to the fight.

Chodak paused briefly before nodding, his deep voice rumbling, "Got it, Family Head."

The armies from both sides pulled back, opening up a massive arena on the vast snowy field outside Nahamu City for the combatants.

Across the frozen expanse, the duelists squared off. Chodak strode into the fray first.

With a bold, swaggering gait, he ripped away his robe, baring his wiry, rock-hard muscles.

As a strength-enhancing superhuman, he scorned those weak combat suits for body protection.

"Come at me! Who's your champion? Step up and meet your doom! Witness the fury of a Pagyi Family son!"

Chodak bellowed fiercely, his face free of dread, replaced by a wild, thunderous guffaw.

At this sight, Deji's attention settled on La Min Ouzhu and Xia Zha Gyatso.

"In this duel of prowess, each of our three clans sends a fighter. No holding back—deploy your top superhumans!"

La Min Ouzhu and Xia Zha Gyatso now faced a tough bind, with no retreat possible.

In a three-versus-three sequential clash, survival odds for entrants were slim.

Often, five fell while just one endured by the finish.

In the bloodiest cases, every single one of the six met their end.

They hated risking their superhumans, yet having arrived, refusing to commit would never appease Deji.

Incurring the wrath of Sangha Monastery and Yasha Langtai Family was a burden too heavy to shoulder.

La Min Ouzhu's complexion drained as she muttered unwillingly, "Our La Min Family warrior goes first!"

With a wheel battle underway, saving the ace for the finale was standard for both camps.

Thus, sending her man out initially offered the best shot at success.

No side would unleash their ultimate powerhouse in round one, aiming instead to test the adversary's might.

Deji and Xia Zha Gyatso raised no protest to La Min Ouzhu's bid to lead off.

She summoned one of her trusted lieutenants from the backlines.

"Gele, over here!"

A sturdy figure with twin small braids approached La Min Ouzhu and bowed deeply.

"Family Head, do you need me to battle?"

His weathered, dark skin resembled that of a typical Snowy Plateau herder, far from noble refinement.

Gele indeed lacked the La Min surname; he wasn't family born.

Only Snowy Plateau nobility earned the right to a family name.

La Min Ouzhu gazed at her steadfast follower, the herder gifted with godlike brawn who had claimed victory after victory for the La Min clan.

Even this haughty lady felt a pang of sorrow at the sight.

For Gele, stepping into this fight meant near-certain doom.

Deji's watchful eye forbade any surrender from Gele—that would tarnish the La Min honor, and Deji would never allow it.

Only death in combat would bind the Yasha Langtai Family in deep debt to the La Min.

She reached out, her slender, claw-like pale hand resting atop Gele's head.

"Gele, give it your all in this duel. Uphold the La Min name. Win, and from this day, you join our clan officially. Fall, and your son inherits the noble La Min surname."

Excitement blazed in Gele's eyes.

Gaining a surname and entry into one of the Snowy Plateau's premier houses was his lifelong dream.

"Your will be done, my lady!"

Gele rose tall, his stature dwarfing La Min Ouzhu's by double.

This over-two-meter-tall, bear-like brute marched through the ranks toward the arena.

Several hundred meters apart, Chodak and Gele glared with icy resolve.

Each appeared tiny as an insect to the other, yet both radiated the presence of titans.

This wasn't mere raw power—it was the bold, unyielding spirit of battle-hardened warriors!

Chodak erased his grin, his face hardening into grim focus.

Though Pagyi Gesang permitted retreat, he knew he'd never take it.

Yielding amid the Four Great Families' assembled forces would stain his name forever across the Snowy Plateau—worse than dying.

But with death approaching, make it epic, make it legendary, with his hot blood painting the snow!

From the back, Zhang Yi, Liang Yue, and their group observed the clash unblinkingly.

Zhang Yi stayed humble.

His superhuman rank outstripped theirs, yet his fight savvy might lag.

Studying elite duels offered priceless lessons.

Liang Yue scrutinized even closer, for her own turn loomed. She needed every detail on the foes' powers etched in her mind.

The instant they engaged, both Chodak and Gele unleashed their superhuman transformations.

"Fierce-Eyed Vajra!"

"Eight-Armed Vajra!"

Evidently, these sect adepts favored 'Vajra' in their titles, shunning the sacred names of Buddhas or Bodhisattvas.

Chodak morphed into a jet-black colossus, a furious Vajra form, his flesh like forged obsidian.

Gele's hulking build expanded further, sprouting six massive arms from his torso!

From the La Min side, a superhuman hurled armaments his way.

Gele snatched them mid-air: vajra pestles, vajra rods, demon-subduing rings, demon-suppressing swords—eight in all, clenched tight.

Chodak wielded but one armament: his unbreakable, ironclad frame.

Post-transformation, thunderous roars erupted from the pair. Shattering the frozen turf, the duo giants exploded forward in a headlong rush!

"Raaaaaah!!!"

Their cries boomed gloriously, demonic in frenzy, infused with do-or-die zeal and towering battle lust.

Behind them, twin paths of pulverized ice and snow trailed, whipping up a storm of flying flakes.

Moments later, the two Vajras smashed together violently at the field's heart!

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