Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1467: [Side Story] Deng Shentong VII

Deng Shentong's body rapidly returned to its original form. Instead of charging into the train car, he leaped high into the air and landed on top of the carriage.

He had already realized that his opponent was a formidable driver. Fighting in the cramped environment of the train car would only benefit the enemy.

Therefore, he needed to reach an open area. The top of the carriage was undoubtedly the best choice.

A single carriage separated the two men, yet neither could see the other's shadow.

Inside the train car, Rabid Dog's eyes were clear. He couldn't see anything, but he calmly loaded bullets into his pistol.

In the corner of the carriage, the young girl Amber hugged her knees and curled up into a ball, utterly indifferent to the slaughter happening outside. It seemed she had long grown accustomed to this kind of death and conflict.

Rabid Dog raised his gun and aimed directly at the ceiling of the carriage, pulling the trigger.

The sensation of danger closing in forced Deng Shentong to hastily retreat.

But the bullets chased after him like a shadow, as if they could lock onto his position.

His pupils sharply contracted as he realized that relying solely on his physical strength to block the enemy's bullets was nearly impossible!

"Bang!"

Deng Shentong forcefully deflected the bullet, but his body staggered backward five or six steps across the carriage top before he managed to steady himself.

His gaze turned icy cold. He reversed the blade in his right hand, and powerful supernatural powers erupted from his body. His long silver hair fluttered without any wind.

He intended to slash open the carriage in front of him with a single stroke, forcing the enemy to reveal himself and engage in combat!

But just then, a window on the carriage ahead suddenly slid open. A black figure flipped out, swiftly darting across the carriage roof and stopping a dozen meters away from Deng Shentong.

"Hymn of Light—it's been a long time since I've seen that ability!"

The middle-aged man with a thick beard sighed, offering Deng Shentong a faint smile.

His eyes were vacant because, at that moment, no light reached them.

But as a top-tier marksman, even without eyes, he had other ways to perceive everything around him.

Seeing the man before him, Deng Shentong couldn't help but take a deep breath, his expression turning solemn.

"How is it you?"

"Judge Lu!"

After the apocalypse, Blizzard City had constantly been absorbing exceptional Transcendents from the outside. But by the same token, some Transcendents had also defected from the city.

However, not everyone was like Gao Changkong, who dared to directly challenge the supreme authority of Blizzard City.

Most defectors simply left Blizzard City and survived as Dissidents.

This world was not a peaceful one, and Blizzard City was no paradise.

After the energy problem was resolved, Blizzard City could sustain more people. Yet social stratification and the hardships of the lower class still existed.

Even worse—Transcendents might face even more dire circumstances.

This was evident from how Zhu Zheng used Transcendents as consumables to enhance Yuan Kongye's strength.

And Judge Lu—he had once been a captain-level figure in Blizzard City.

Faced with Deng Shentong's interrogation, Judge Lu simply shrugged.

"Why can't it be me? Ever since I left that giant prison called Blizzard City, I knew I'd run into you people sooner or later."

"I just didn't expect it to come so soon."

Deng Shentong took a deep breath and didn't say anything more.

Attempting to persuade him to surrender was utterly pointless. He knew Blizzard City's stance on traitors—going back meant nothing but death.

He sheathed his longsword, then slowly pulled out a black pistol.

Seeing this, Judge Lu laughed. "You want to duel me with guns? Don't forget, I was the one who taught you how to shoot."

Deng Shentong remembered, of course.

Because Judge Lu had once been the best firearms instructor in Blizzard City's garrison force.

"Using a gun is the last sign of respect I can show you," Deng Shentong said calmly, looking at him.

"After all, I once had to call you 'Teacher.'"

Facing a gunmanship expert of this caliber, Deng Shentong understood that trying to get close with a sword was nearly impossible.

And when it came to marksmanship, he was confident he wouldn't fall short against anyone.

Moreover, this wasn't just a pure gunfight—it was a duel between Transcendents!

Hymn of Light had robbed the opponent of his vision. Though Judge Lu could rely on his other senses, he could never match the precision of seeing with his own eyes.

So Deng Shentong had already seized some advantage through his ability.

He raised his pistol, openly removed the magazine in front of Judge Lu, and ejected the bullets one by one.

Judge Lu's expression shifted slightly.

Years ago, when he had taught Deng Shentong marksmanship, this was exactly how he had taught him.

A duel between gunmen.

"Good. Looks like you haven't forgotten what I taught you."

Judge Lu performed the same motion as Deng Shentong.

Both of them ejected all the bullets from their magazines and then tossed every other gun and piece of ammunition on their bodies off the train.

In the end, only five bullets remained in each of their hands.

"Click!"

Deng Shentong pressed five bullets into his magazine, loaded it into the pistol, chambered a round, and finally holstered the gun.

On the opposite side, Judge Lu had finished these actions a step ahead.

"Deng Shentong, you count!" Judge Lu said.

Deng Shentong nodded.

The two stood atop the speeding train, braving the biting wind. No matter how fierce the blizzard, it couldn't make their bodies waver in the slightest.

Both kept their hands relaxed, their right hands hovering near their holstered pistols, ready to draw and fire at any moment!

Deng Shentong steadied his breathing and heartbeat.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

At the count of one, both of them reached for their guns simultaneously. The two massive pistols, as if by unspoken agreement, aimed directly at each other's head—each shot intended to be instantly fatal!

"Bang!"

Deng Shentong's specially crafted Origin Bullet, wrapped in holy light, tore through the air like a silver beam!

Judge Lu's bullet was black, made from some unknown special material. It created a vacuum-like field in the air, sending the swirling snow and wind scattering in all directions.

In a mere instant, the two bullets collided violently midair!

The tips of the bullets instantly crumpled. The collision of immense supernatural powers generated a fierce storm that swept outward from the train with devastating force, forming a towering circular wall of ice and snow dozens of meters high around the carriage!

With the first exchange unsuccessful, Judge Lu's figure suddenly shifted. He crouched down in a flash and fired two more shots with lightning speed—aiming at Deng Shentong's left chest and lower abdomen!

His right foot stomped firmly on the carriage roof as he braced himself like a leopard, ready to dodge Deng Shentong's bullets at any moment.