Chapter 1298: Clever People

On the battlefield, the battle between Suolang Deji and Losang was still raging fiercely.

Suolang Deji was like a hunter, wielding his vajra rod as he chased Losang in combat.

Losang knew that close-quarters combat was not conducive to utilizing his abilities, so he had been constantly maneuvering and tangling, continuously using high-temperature flames to assault Suolang Deji.

The two men's strength was originally quite close, yet the injuries on Suolang Deji's body were like a ticking time bomb, unsure of when they would explode.

Because of this, Suolang Deji had no choice but to suppress his injuries while growing increasingly anxious inside, wanting to end the fight quickly.

His speed and power were both superior to Losang's, so he soon caught up to him, viciously raising his vajra rod to smash down on Losang's body.

With no other choice, Losang could only turn around, choosing to take Suolang Deji's attack on his back.

"Thud!!"

A dull sound rang out on the flat ground, like a muffled thunderclap.

The fat on Losang's back rippled in layers like waves, yet it still couldn't completely dissipate Suolang Deji's force.

That vajra rod, moving at an extremely high speed, actually tore through Losang's back like a sharp blade!

Blood spurted out. Losang let out a muffled groan from his mouth, then used the force of the blow to violently lunge forward.

Suolang Deji, his eyes red with bloodlust, closely followed, swinging his rod down again and again.

Bracing against the raging flames surrounding Losang's body, his vajra rod mercilessly landed on Losang's back.

"Arghhh!!!"

Another strike fell, once more splitting skin and tearing flesh.

Even a big fatty like Losang, covered in layers of fat, couldn't help but wail in agony.

Carrying his several-hundred-pound body, he actually started running even faster with all his might!

Losang also knew that the current Suolang Deji was fighting with a life-or-death desperation, but he had no desire to perish together with Suolang Deji. Therefore, he could only choose to flee, buying time.

Thus, a rather comical scene unfolded on the battlefield.

Two first-rate superhumans of the Snowy Plateau Region were actually behaving like street thugs, one desperately fleeing in front while the other chased behind, wildly bashing with a vajra rod!

Hmm... this was probably what they called returning to simplicity.

Everyone watching this scene, though they found it somewhat amusing inside, no one actually laughed out loud.

Every person stared fixedly at them, wanting to see who could hold out until the end.

Finally, after more than ten minutes of fierce battle, Suolang Deji's injuries finally caused a slight lack of coordination in his movements.

This lack of coordination manifested in the slowing of his speed as he chased Losang.

Losang's back was already beaten to a pulp, but what flowed out wasn't just blood; more of it was actually pale, flabby fat and yellowish grease.

He looked severely injured, yet he still ran incredibly fast, screaming in pain as he fled.

In contrast, Suolang Deji's movements gradually became somewhat heavy.

The movements of the two men were too fast for ordinary people to see clearly. They didn't know the state of the battle, only that Suolang Deji had been suppressing Losang the entire time, while Losang could only run away.

But Zhang Yi, Liang Yue, and a few others clearly saw the problem with Suolang Deji.

Losang, feeling the sharpness of the rod's wind behind him, finally ignited the anger he had suppressed for so long.

But he wasn't in a hurry. He continued fleeing forward.

He had only suffered some superficial wounds. Though painful, they weren't fatal, allowing him to maintain decent combat capability.

Wait a little longer, wait until the injuries to Suolang Deji's internal organs completely ruptured, then he would turn around and burn him into a fragrant roasted whole lamb!

Losang's mind was formulating a perfect plan.

Suddenly, the Suolang Deji who had been desperately chasing him stopped his movements.

He gradually slowed down and stood on the snowy plain.

Losang also stopped in the distance, staring at Suolang Deji with a face full of confusion and wariness.

"Why does he suddenly look so calm? Could it be he's about to use some ultimate move?"

Losang sensed that something was wrong.

Because Suolang Deji's expression was too calm, so calm it seemed he no longer cared about anything Losang had done.

As if he was ready to stake his life.

Losang faced the situation as if confronting a formidable enemy. He lowered his stance, his thick limbs supporting the ground like pillars.

After taking a deep breath, his body swelled up like a balloon. His already obese frame actually doubled in size!

This was his defensive posture. No matter what kind of attack he faced, he could use this layer of grease as a natural defense.

At this moment, Suolang Deji opened his mouth and spoke in a voice that was not loud, yet loud enough for everyone to hear:

"I admit defeat."

An instant of dead silence fell over both sides of the battlefield. Not a single person spoke. Almost everyone stared at Suolang Deji on the battlefield with incredulous eyes.

Many even wondered if their ears were playing tricks on them.

Even Losang on the battlefield found it hard to understand. How could Suolang Deji admit defeat at a time like this?

You must know, if he admitted defeat, then the Pagyi Family would only have one person left.

That person, upon entering the field, would first need to duel Losang.

Even if victorious, they would then have to face the final combatant from the three allied families.

Losang still retained relatively strong combat capability at the moment.

Did Suolang Deji have that much confidence in the person about to take the field?

Losang could not comprehend it.

Only when Zhang Yi saw Suolang Deji walking back towards their military formation without even looking back did he smile and nod.

"He's a smart man."

Suolang Deji was Pagyi Gesang's true confidant, inseparable from him.

Over the years, through constant exposure, he had also learned many things.

Therefore, he was not a reckless brute. He knew that dying pointlessly held no meaning; only by staying alive could he create greater value.

Most crucially, he was also currently the only person in the Pagyi Family besides Pagyi Gesang who knew Zhang Yi's true identity.

If there was an Epsilon-level powerhouse holding the rear, telling you to proceed with confidence,

Then for Suolang Deji to stubbornly fight to the death would simply be foolishness.

Only when Suolang Deji walked back to the military formation, arriving before Pagyi Gesang and placing one hand on his chest in a respectful bow, did the people of the Pagyi Family have no choice but to accept the current reality.

Many were filled with righteous indignation, denouncing Suolang Deji's cowardice.

But Pagyi Gesang just chuckled and said to him, "You've done your best, very good! Knowing how to preserve your strength, these years following me haven't been in vain."

Everyone was quite surprised by Pagyi Gesang's attitude. Pagyi Gesang offered no explanation, simply instructing Suolang Deji to go receive treatment.

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

As he spoke, his gaze turned towards Zhang Yi's side.

He was also very curious whether Zhang Yi would personally take the field to guarantee victory in this match.

No matter what, a showdown between top experts was certain, and he didn't want to miss it.

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