Chapter 1294: A Deadly Strike

Suolang Deji held the vajra rod, his gaze fixed on Gele without any joy or sorrow, only a chilling killing intent.

Swish!

He gripped the rod, his figure transforming into a bolt of lightning as he charged toward Gele with explosive speed!

A fierce storm formed behind him, sweeping up a vast gust of wind due to his extreme velocity.

Gele puffed out his chest, his eight arms brandishing weapons, his silver teeth clenched tight. He intended to use his own life to probe Suolang Deji's true strength, and even deliver a heavy blow!

In the blink of an eye, Suolang Deji had already closed the distance, arriving right in front of Gele.

The vajra rod smashed down toward his head!

"Bang!"

Gele blocked with two vajra pestles crossed before him, but they were directly sent flying by Suolang Deji's force, blood instantly flowing from the tiger's mouth of both his hands.

The rod passed through his guard and landed squarely on Gele's shoulder.

With just this single strike, Gele's left shoulder was shattered, one arm hanging limp and powerless.

Suolang Deji, an enhancement-type empowered individual, ability codename [Ascetic], superhuman ability index 9800 points!

He was similar to Liang Yue, both being the purest type of enhancement superhumans.

After mutation, he only enhanced his body's fundamental attributes, still choosing to fight using human form and capabilities.

In the past, Suolang Deji was the enforcer of the Pagyi Family. He believed only in the vajra rod in his hands, considering it the very symbol of power.

Therefore, he utterly disdained making himself stronger by transforming into a giant or possessing flashy, gaudy superhuman abilities.

He believed doing so was merely to mask the weakness of one's original body and the fear within one's heart.

Gele's transformed Eight-Armed Vajra form was five or six times his size; Suolang Deji looked like a frail infant before him.

Yet his attack directly blasted Gele into a state of near-fatal injury!

Already severely wounded, Gele was now even less of a match for Suolang Deji. Though he had eight arms, they were utterly defenseless against Suolang Deji's single vajra rod.

Suolang Deji didn't waste a single word. Every heavy smash of his vajra rod would stir up a massive fierce wind, the buzzing sound as piercing as a fighter jet roaring past.

The bitingly cold gale was enough to make Gele's footing unsteady.

Even facing a grievously injured opponent, Suolang Deji showed not the slightest slack or mercy.

Because he knew this battle was far from over.

Next, he still needed to face two opponents from the enemy side!

"Thud!"

Suolang Deji nimbly darted around Gele's body. Whether in speed or strength, he far surpassed the battered and bruised Gele.

One strike, and he shattered Gele's knee.

The massive vajra body crashed to the ground. The next strike descended like divine judgment, smashing toward Gele's head.

Gele blocked with his right arm. Only a "crack" was heard as his arm was instantly pulverized, half of it sent flying, blood spurting wildly.

Suolang Deji coldly reversed his grip on the vajra rod, thrusting the spiked end directly toward Gele's skull!

At that moment, Gele, kneeling on the ground, suddenly opened his mouth wide and bit down fiercely!

"Crack-crunch~"

A grating sound rang out across the battlefield. Gele desperately clamped his teeth onto the vajra rod.

Suolang Deji's strength was immense. Gele's teeth were ground to pieces, several even breaking off.

But Gele held onto the vajra rod with a death grip. Suolang Deji hadn't expected him to dare bite his vajra rod with his own mouth.

Because doing so meant if he failed, his head would be pierced!

He had underestimated Gele's resolve. Gele knew he was doomed, so naturally he could use his life to trade for something.

For example, injury to Suolang Deji!

"Thwip!"

The vajra rod pierced through Gele's teeth and ultimately still stabbed through his throat. Blood flowed along the rod.

Yet at the same instant, Gele desperately used his arms to tightly wrap around Suolang Deji before him.

"ROAR!!!!"

Gele let out a roar utterly inhuman from his shattered throat. His arms swelled up like balloons as he mustered the greatest strength of his life, locking Suolang Deji in a death grip!

The power a person can unleash when on the brink of death can exceed their limits.

Suolang Deji's face instantly paled. Even with his enhancement-type physique, he now felt as if locked by two iron hoops. The tremendous force squeezed his body, twisting his internal organs.

"Argh!!"

Suolang Deji also went all out. Putting all his strength into the vajra rod in his hands, with a "thwip!" it directly pierced through Gele's skull, emerging from the back of his head!

Gele was finally dead. But even in death, his crimson eyes remained wide open, his arms still locked tightly around Suolang Deji.

Suolang Deji spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wah!"

He expended great effort to free himself from the corpse's grasp, but his complexion was clearly somewhat pale.

This scene made Pagyi Gesang's pupils contract sharply.

"Damn it!"

His worst fear had come true. Gele, already a dead man, had still managed to injure Suolang Deji with the power he unleashed right before death.

Enhancement-type superhumans possessed the most tenacious vitality; such situations were common.

Therefore, one could not show the slightest negligence when fighting them.

Now Suolang Deji was injured. Even if the injury wasn't too severe, there was still a fierce battle ahead.

Clearly, before the fight even began, Suolang Deji had already fallen into an unfavorable position.

Looking at the allied forces of the three families, everyone wore smiles.

The Pagyi Family's second superhuman was also injured. It seemed the next battle was in the bag.

La Min Ouzhu looked at the fallen Gele, a touch of sorrow in her heart, but her face showed no expression. She merely straightened her back.

"A son of my La Min Family should be exactly like this!"

Xia Zha Gyatso wore a smile. "Then next, it's time for the warrior of our Xia Zha Family to take the stage!"

Xia Zha Gyatso waved a hand behind him. A burly, obese bald man slowly walked forward.

With each step he took, people nearby could clearly feel the ground tremble beneath their feet.

This was a brawny man weighing over 400 pounds, like an oversized Maitreya Buddha, with a glossy face. Yet his eyes held not a trace of a Buddha's compassion, only fierce and violent malice.

"Losang, for the next match, you go!"

Losang nodded, bowing respectfully.

"Family Head, Khenpo, I will definitely win this victory!"

After speaking, he turned and left the area with heavy "thump, thump, thump" footsteps.

On the Pagyi Family side, everyone's hearts grew even more anxious.

Suolang Deji was injured, and the injury wasn't light. If they lost the next battle, wouldn't they be finished?

No wonder they thought this way. If even Suolang Deji with his 9800-point superhuman ability index failed, the person waiting next would have to face two opponents.

They couldn't help but doubt, even if the family head's guests were strong, unless they were Epsilon rank, how could they possibly win against the enemy?

Moreover, the Yasha Langtai Family undoubtedly held even more terrifying trump cards in reserve.

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