Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1298: Clever People

The fierce clash between Suolang Deji and Losang raged on intensely across the battlefield.

Resembling a savage hunter, Suolang Deji gripped his vajra rod while relentlessly pursuing Losang in the fray.

Losang realized melee combat hampered his skills, so he kept dodging and clashing, unleashing waves of blazing hot flames against Suolang Deji without pause.

Their powers were evenly matched at first, but Suolang Deji's wounds acted like a hidden fuse, ready to ignite at any moment.

Forced to hold back his injuries, Suolang Deji grew more frantic inwardly, desperate to wrap up the duel swiftly.

His agility and might outstripped Losang's, allowing him to close the gap quickly before slamming his vajra rod down brutally toward Losang's frame.

With no escape, Losang spun around, letting the strike crash into his back.

"Thud!!"

A heavy thud echoed across the open terrain, akin to stifled thunder booming.

Layers of fat on Losang's back undulated like surging waves, yet failed to fully absorb Suolang Deji's devastating impact.

That vajra rod, hurtling at breakneck speed, sliced through Losang's back as if it were a razor-sharp edge!

Blood gushed forth. A stifled grunt escaped Losang's lips, and he propelled himself forward with the blow's momentum.

Eyes blazing with murderous fury, Suolang Deji pursued relentlessly, hammering down his rod repeatedly.

Ignoring the inferno encircling Losang's form, the vajra rod struck mercilessly at his back over and over.

"Arghhh!!!"

Yet another blow landed, ripping skin and shredding muscle once more.

Even a hefty figure like Losang, shielded by thick fat layers, couldn't suppress his screams of torment.

Hauling his massive several-hundred-pound bulk, he somehow accelerated, fleeing at top speed!

Losang understood Suolang Deji was battling with reckless abandon, yet he refused to die alongside him. Thus, escape was his only option, stalling for precious time.

A bizarre spectacle thus played out amid the chaos of war.

Two elite superhumans from the Snowy Plateau Region devolved into brawling ruffians—one scrambling desperately ahead while the other pursued, flailing his vajra rod wildly!

Hmm... perhaps this embodied the essence of returning to primal basics.

Spectators found the sight inwardly hilarious, but none dared voice laughter.

All eyes locked intently on the duo, eager to witness who would endure longest.

At last, after over ten minutes of brutal combat, Suolang Deji's wounds disrupted his coordination slightly.

This flaw showed as his pursuit speed began to lag behind Losang.

Losang's back was now a mangled mess, oozing not merely blood but pale, quivering fat and oily yellow sludge.

He appeared grievously hurt, yet dashed away with astonishing pace, howling in anguish as he ran.

Conversely, Suolang Deji's actions grew ponderous and labored.

Their blistering speeds blurred their forms to normal eyes. Bystanders couldn't gauge the fight's progress, only noting Suolang Deji's dominance as Losang fled nonstop.

Yet Zhang Yi, Liang Yue, and select others spotted Suolang Deji's weakness clearly.

Sensing the rod's whistling gusts at his rear, Losang's long-buried rage finally flared.

Still, he held back, pressing onward in retreat.

His injuries remained surface-level. Painful yes, but non-lethal, preserving his fighting strength.

Just bide time a bit more—until Suolang Deji's organ damage fully burst—then he'd whirl back and char him into a savory spit-roasted lamb!

A flawless scheme brewed in Losang's thoughts.

Abruptly, the pursuing Suolang Deji halted his charge.

He decelerated gradually, planting himself firm on the snow-swept plain.

Losang paused afar too, eyeing Suolang Deji with puzzled caution etched on his face.

"Why the sudden serenity? Is some trump card incoming?"

Unease gripped Losang.

Suolang Deji's demeanor was unnervingly serene, as though Losang's actions no longer mattered.

Like a man primed to gamble everything.

Bracing as against a dire foe, Losang crouched low, his stout limbs bracing the earth like unyielding columns.

After a profound inhale, his bulk inflated like an overpumped sphere. His rotund body ballooned to twice its girth!

This was his guard stance. Whatever assault came, that greasy armor would serve as innate bulwark.

Right then, Suolang Deji parted his lips, uttering words in a tone neither boisterous nor faint, ensuring every ear caught them clearly:

"I admit defeat."

Sudden silence engulfed the two sides of the battlefield. Nobody made a sound. Nearly all onlookers gawked at Suolang Deji amid the field with eyes full of disbelief.

Quite a few even questioned if their hearing had deceived them.

Losang himself, right there on the battlefield, struggled to grasp it. Why would Suolang Deji surrender at such a critical juncture?

One must realize that conceding now left the Pagyi Family with just a single fighter remaining.

Whoever stepped up next would first clash with Losang.

Even should they triumph, the last warrior from the three united families awaited them.

Losang possessed considerable fighting prowess still at this point.

Did Suolang Deji truly trust so deeply in the upcoming contender?

Losang simply couldn't figure it out.

It was only upon witnessing Suolang Deji retreat to their ranks without a backward glance that Zhang Yi grinned and gave a nod.

"He's a smart man."

Suolang Deji served as Pagyi Gesang's most loyal ally, ever by his side.

Through years of close association, he had absorbed numerous lessons.

Hence, he wasn't some mindless brawler. He understood pointless death achieved nothing; survival alone allowed for true impact.

Above all, he stood as the sole member of the Pagyi Family, apart from Pagyi Gesang, aware of Zhang Yi's real power.

With an Epsilon-level powerhouse guarding the backline and urging bold action,

Suolang Deji's refusal to yield until death would amount to sheer stupidity.

Merely after Suolang Deji returned to the formation, halting before Pagyi Gesang and bowing respectfully with hand to chest, did the Pagyi Family members reluctantly face the truth.

Countless felt burning fury, slamming Suolang Deji as a coward.

Yet Pagyi Gesang merely laughed lightly and told him, "You've done your best, very good! Knowing how to preserve your strength, these years following me haven't been in vain."

All were stunned by Pagyi Gesang's reaction. He provided no reasons, just ordered Suolang Deji to seek healing.

Suolang Deji replied, "My body can still hold on. I wish to watch this battle to its end."

While saying so, his eyes shifted to Zhang Yi's group.

He felt intense curiosity about whether Zhang Yi himself would enter the fray to secure the win.

Regardless, a clash of elite masters loomed inevitable, and he refused to skip it.

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