Chapter 1301: Snowy Mastiff

Losang's body was severed in two. He fell to the ground, letting out a shrill, bone-chilling scream.

Being cut in half at the waist was an excruciatingly cruel way to die.

Everyone witnessing this scene felt a shiver of horror run down their spines.

The people on the allied side, including those from the Pagyi Family, couldn't help but suck in a sharp, cold breath as they looked at Liang Yue.

It wasn't because Liang Yue had won.

It was because Liang Yue's victory was too clean, too decisive, and her fighting style was simply a dimensional downgrade compared to the superhumans of the Snowy Plateau Region!

Liang Yue's victory didn't rely entirely on her raw physical strength.

Instead, she observed her opponent's weaknesses, combined various methods to restrict them, and then delivered a fatal blow.

To this day, duels between superhumans on the Snowy Plateau Region still followed the ancient method of life-and-death, close-quarters combat.

Two and a half years into the Apocalypse, the four great chieftain families of the West, still fighting and consuming each other's strength in internal strife, had directed almost all their power toward this infighting.

This had led to a stagnation, even a regression, in their technological and developmental levels.

Liang Yue's fighting style had just given them a proper lesson.

So, combat could be like this!

The expressions of Yasha Langtai Deji, La Min Ouzhu, and Xia Zha Gyatso were rather unpleasant.

They had originally thought the battle between Losang and Liang Yue would be a fierce, hard-fought struggle.

Even if he couldn't win, he should at least have exhausted a significant amount of her stamina, ideally wounding her severely to pave the way for victory in the next match.

But they never expected Liang Yue to kill Losang with what seemed like effortless ease.

This outcome was far beyond their expectations.

La Min Ouzhu and Xia Zha Gyatso looked at Deji with some concern.

"Khenpo, the one to fight next is up to your Yasha Langtai family."

Although they didn't say it outright, the meaning in their eyes was clear.

They had done what they were supposed to do.

Now, the other side only had one fighter left. If the representative sent by the Yasha Langtai family lost, then their family would bear the full responsibility for the failure of this mission.

Deji's gaze looked into the distance, as if he could feel Pagyi Gesang's sharp, penetrating stare.

He took a deep breath and said in a calm tone, "Don't worry. We won't lose."

Because the last one to take the field was the vagrant monk from Sangha Monastery, the one specifically responsible for martial combat.

Among the monks of the esoteric sect, there existed such individuals.

They entered the monastery but didn't focus much on studying Buddhist teachings. They often disregarded the precepts, going out to engage in martial combat.

These people were called vagrant monks, similar to warrior monks in Central Plains temples, existing specifically to protect the monastery.

Now, with the Apocalypse upon them, the status of vagrant monks had become even more important.

Deji had specially cultivated a group of enforcers.

People like Loren were representatives of the vagrant monks, also known as De Duo.

Mukawa, Ashina, and Tsangpo were all vagrant monks with fearsome reputations.

The expressions of Xia Zha Gyatso and La Min Ouzhu grew solemn.

After the deaths of Mukawa and the others, the vagrant monk faction had almost no notable figures left.

But since Deji was speaking with such confidence, it seemed he held an unknown trump card.

Deji simply turned his head slightly and said to a monk behind him, "Call Yenatai."

The monk bowed his head, then turned and left.

Not long after, a lama with a gaunt figure, disheveled hair, and a crookedly worn monk's hat arrived on the battlefield.

In one hand, he held a vajra rod; in the other, he held leashes attached to three pitch-black, ferocious dogs.

Snowy Plateau Mastiffs, a specialty dog breed of the Snowy Plateau Region. Each one was nearly as tall as a person and three to four meters long.

Their pitch-black fur covered their faces. In the hands of the gaunt monk, they were as docile as sheep.

Even Deji couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw this man.

The most unruly and difficult-to-control monk of Sangha Monastery, the "Mahākāla Vajra," Yenatai.

This was a monk with a perverse temperament, fond of drinking and fighting. Sometimes, he wouldn't even obey Deji's commands.

But he was also the monk in Sangha Monastery closest to the Epsilon rank, second in martial prowess only to the Lord of the Charnel Ground.

Moreover, he had tamed three incredibly powerful Snowy Plateau Mastiffs.

Mastiffs were a sacred creature in the Snowy Region. Legend said that true mastiffs could fight tigers and leopards.

After the Apocalypse, these dog breeds had also mutated for survival.

Originally highly adapted to cold environments, they were practically heaven-blessed, rapidly becoming top-tier creatures among the Snowy Region's lifeforms.

These three Snowy Plateau Mastiffs had each once been kings in their own territories, having killed countless creatures.

But later, they were all subdued by Yenatai, becoming war beasts he kept by his side.

When she saw those three mastiffs, La Min Ouzhu's expression changed abruptly.

"That mastiff... could it be the Demon Dragon Hound that once wreaked havoc in the northwestern snowy mountains?"

She pointed at one of the mastiffs.

Deji slowly nodded.

"That's right. It is that one."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, pointing at the three black mastiffs.

"The most formidable one isn't it. The two beside it are even more terrifying. The leftmost one, the Dog Demon, once led a large number of mutated beasts and slaughtered an entire city."

"The one next to it, White Brow, was raised in Sangha Monastery, listening to Buddhist scriptures before the monks since it was young. It is the only sacred beast blessed by the power of the esoteric sect."

"Each of these three mastiffs has a superhuman ability index exceeding 9,000 points."

"These three, plus Yenatai with an index of 9,800 points... this battle cannot be lost."

Deji spoke with an air of calm indifference, as if victory was already in their grasp.

Hearing this, La Min Ouzhu and Xia Zha Gyatso felt shocked, but also somewhat relieved.

It seemed the outcome of this battle wouldn't be in much doubt.

On the Pagyi family's side, the Private Soldiers were whispering among themselves.

"Why did they bring dogs? Isn't that cheating?"

"You can't really say that. War beasts are part of one's strength. After all, some superhumans rely on beast-taming abilities."

"But those three mastiffs look ferocious. We won't lose, will we?"

While people behind him whispered, Pagyi Gesang simply glanced at Zhang Yi.

Seeing Zhang Yi's utterly unconcerned expression, his heart settled slightly.

Yenatai, leading the three mastiffs, walked onto the snowy plain.

He looked at Liang Yue in the distance, first snorted and wiped his nose, then casually wiped his hand on his dirty monk's robe.

Only then did he put on an ugly smile and perform a Buddhist salute towards Liang Yue.

Liang Yue nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Immediately after, Yenatai walked over and removed the collars from the three mastiffs' necks.

It was like breaking a seal. The moment the collars were opened, a terrifying, ferocious killing intent instantly erupted from the pupils of the three mastiffs!

An aura that made people's hearts tremble with fear swiftly swept across the entire battlefield from their bodies!

Low, rumbling barks echoed across the wilderness. Their gazes fixed viciously on Liang Yue, as if they couldn't wait to tear her to pieces.

At that moment, Hua Hua's round, furry little head popped out from the collar of Liang Yue's jacket.

Staring at the three terrifying mastiffs, it opened its mouth wide and lazily let out a yawn.

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