Chapter 1297: Artifact Spirit

Suolang Deji discovered the characteristics of Losang's attack methods.

Losang's impact force came from the power generated after acceleration, but his own strength definitely couldn't surpass Suolang Deji's.

Therefore, just interrupt the casting!

Suolang Deji charged in front of Losang. At this moment, Losang was curled up into a ball, completely unable to dodge Suolang Deji's speed.

The vajra rod, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, whipped through the air with terrifying afterimages, its explosive roar like thunder, smashing heavily toward Losang's obese body!

"Thump—"

The vajra rod sank deep into the flesh. Layers of surface fat and blubber were struck, sending ripples through the meat.

Although a significant portion of the terrifying force was dissipated, it still sent Losang flying backward like a kicked soccer ball.

"Boom!!"

The massive meatball landed, violently bouncing over a dozen times on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

Losang felt his blood and energy churning, but thanks to the dissipation provided by those layers of natural defense, he wasn't beaten into pulp.

However, a terrifying bruise still remained on his body. Soon, the wound left by the vajra rod turned a dark purple.

"It's effective, again!"

Suolang Deji pressed his advantage, charging forward like lightning, leaping into mid-air with thunderous momentum, and swung his rod straight down at Losang's head!

Extreme power is terrifying in this way; it can counter all flashy tricks.

Losang's expression changed. His bulky body rolled away with the narrowest of margins.

"Boom!!"

The earth shattered accordingly. Large amounts of snow and ice were pulverized, scattering in all directions.

After this exchange, this snowy plain had already been beaten down by over ten meters. White steam spread in all directions, making it impossible for anyone to see clearly what was happening inside.

Zhang Yi's face was calm, but he spoke to Liang Yue on his own accord, "Get ready to make your entrance! It'll be your turn soon."

Liang Yue said, "You think Suolang Deji can't win?"

Zhang Yi said lightly, "Most likely, he'll lose."

It wasn't because Zhang Yi looked down on Suolang Deji's strength.

It was because of Suolang Deji's injuries.

For superhumans specializing in long-range attacks, internal organ injuries could still be forcibly suppressed with medicine and willpower.

But for enhancement-type superhumans engaged in close-quarters combat, their injuries would worsen every time they exerted themselves violently.

Perhaps it could be suppressed at first, but as the fight dragged on, it would become uncontrollable.

"Whoosh!"

A wave of scorching flames shot up from the battlefield shrouded in white mist, actually dispersing large patches of the fog.

This also allowed people to see the scene inside temporarily.

Suolang Deji, holding the vajra rod, his imposing figure like a black iron tower, stood with both feet planted on the ground, resembling an unyielding vajra guardian deity.

Losang, appearing somewhat disheveled, was in the distance, panting heavily.

Three dark purple rod marks were visible on the fat all over his body, looking ferocious and terrifying.

The flesh in those areas had already completely necrotized.

If he didn't have so much fat on his body, these attacks landing would likely have shattered his internal organs.

This was also why ancient military generals were often pot-bellied, not emphasizing a fully muscular physique.

A body shape truly conducive to combat must have fat as a buffer.

Judging by the current situation, Suolang Deji clearly held the upper hand.

The eyes of the Pagyi Family's private soldiers shone brightly, as if seeing hope for victory.

"As expected of Lord Suolang Deji, he's just amazing!"

"He is the number one warrior of our Pagyi Family! Who could defeat him?"

"Perhaps Lord Suolang Deji can achieve a one-versus-three victory, defeating the superhumans from all three families. That would be spectacular then!"

The Pagyi Family's private soldiers had already begun pleasant imaginings.

Zhang Yi and Liang Yue looked at Suolang Deji on the field but didn't consider the situation very optimistic.

Suolang Deji, who seemed to have no issues, unconsciously made a slight movement of retracting his abdomen when he moved.

This couldn't hide from Zhang Yi and Liang Yue. Suolang Deji's internal injuries were becoming increasingly severe, and he had to forcibly restrain himself to maintain his combat performance on the field.

Unless he could quickly defeat Losang before him, the longer the fight dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.

But how was he supposed to defeat this greasy, several-hundred-pound fatty?

Suolang Deji's eyebrows shot up. At this moment, he also knew his injuries were acting up.

He had to end this quickly!

Looking at Losang before him, he slowly twisted the vajra rod in his hand.

The next moment, he stomped the ground fiercely with both feet, charging toward Losang like a cannonball.

This time, the vajra rod in his hand transformed into a spear as he began attacking Losang with the sharp tip on the other end.

Losang also sensed Suolang Deji's intention to fight with his life on the line, yet his face remained full of grinning smiles.

Crossing his arms, even more terrifying flames surged from all over his body. Stream after stream of flame, coiling like long snakes, tore toward Suolang Deji!

The scorching flames burned off Suolang Deji's hair, turning him into a pitch-black, bald head.

But he showed no fear. Braving the intense heat, he used his vajra rod to disperse streams of flames one after another, then continued his unrelenting charge toward Losang.

But at this moment, that meatball-like giant fatty didn't choose to clash head-on with Suolang Deji.

Instead, like a rubber ball, he bounced backward, dodging away.

"Hehehe, your injuries are acting up, right? If this drags on, you'll soon be coughing up blood yourself. Who wants to risk their life with you?"

Losang had already discerned Suolang Deji's problem.

Losang was well aware of Gele's strength. Even an expert like Suolang Deji would absolutely suffer severe injuries from Gele's desperate, life-risking final strike.

So, just drag it out slowly.

Losang began to create distance, launching long-range attacks at Suolang Deji with high-temperature flames.

Zhang Yi noticed that as this person continued fighting, his body shape seemed to be shrinking somewhat.

"Starting to get a bit thinner? That means he stores fat inside his body, treating himself like an oil tank."

Zhang Yi stroked his chin, "Interesting."

But soon, he said to Liang Yue beside him, "Get ready. It'll be your turn to go on stage soon."

Liang Yue nodded. She held a long sword in her hand. To conceal her identity, this naturally wasn't Dragon's Roar, but another weapon made of Adamantine Metal.

"Oh right, don't forget to take this."

As Zhang Yi spoke, he reached out, lifted Hua Hua from his shoulder, and placed her in Liang Yue's arms.

Liang Yue was dumbfounded. She stared blankly at Hua Hua, "What is this?"

Zhang Yi wore an expression that said it was perfectly natural, "As a superhuman capable of beast taming, bringing a war beast onto the battlefield is perfectly reasonable, right?"

Only at this moment did Liang Yue finally understand why Zhang Yi was so confident they could definitely win this duel.

Because, judging by strength level, Hua Hua, who had unlocked her Genetic Lock, was actually stronger than Liang Yue!

With such a combination taking the field, it was a completely bug-level existence.

Liang Yue was stunned for a long time before finally squeezing out a sentence.

"I thought you considered me that one-in-ten-thousand genius."

Zhang Yi pointed at Hua Hua with a beaming smile, "Even if you're a genius, adding a weapon spirit to you is just more insurance, isn't it?"

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