I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 636 - 482: Toying, Celestial Concealment Technique

A fierce blizzard howled through the sky, icy fragments like razor-sharp blades slicing about, but upon reaching Qin Tian and Asaki, they crumbled under an unseen barrier.

Dozens of meters separated Qin Tian and Asaki as they locked eyes. The Demon King’s Wings behind Qin Tian fluttered softly, holding the snowstorm back three feet. He gripped the Black Frost Blade at a slant, purple lightning sparking occasionally along its edge.

A swirling blood-red mist enveloped Asaki, his red eyes locked onto Qin Tian, while the blood-tinted long knife he wielded released a sickening odor.

Clashing oppressive auras, utterly distinct, filled the air, splitting the icy ground below with thin cracks.

Behind Qin Tian, Zhuge Yu swiftly tucked the bronze Array Plate into his sleeve. He brushed snow from his green robe with ease, his earlier strained look gone, now sporting a calm grin.

He knew Qin Tian’s prowess well; as long as Qin Tian was there, death wouldn’t claim them.

Taishi Feng stayed on guard, though. He clenched the Heaven-piercing Halberd tighter without a word, eyebrows knit in worry.

He understood clearly: Qin Tian matched him as a Tier Six Spiritualist, but the foe was a Tier Seven Holy Blood Asura. Even uniting their strength, disaster loomed, and one slip meant doom.

"So you are Qin Tian." Asaki shattered the quiet first, his raspy voice carrying a vicious, icy smirk at his mouth: "I hadn’t gone looking for you, but unexpectedly, you delivered yourself to me. Just as well, saves me a trip. Today, I’ll send the three of you on your way together, giving my Luoho Clan an explanation!"

Qin Tian arched a brow at those words. Clearly, he was on Asaki’s hit list too, though it came as no shock.

Inzaghi Luoho had faced constant defeats from him, suffering massive casualties. With the Luoho Clan’s overbearing style, vengeance was inevitable, and this relic expedition offered the ideal chance.

Slaughter here left no traces; even in death, no one would find out.

"Qin Tian, be careful. He’s Asaki Luoho, a direct lineage member of the Luoho Clan, a Tier Seven Five Stars Spiritualist." Taishi Feng warned swiftly, worried Qin Tian might not know the foe’s origins and charge in carelessly.

"Hmm."

Qin Tian gave a nod; even without Taishi Feng’s words, he’d have recognized Asaki Luoho anyway.

Once the relic entrant list was set, Zhuge Yu had handed him a file covering everyone’s background, power level, and key details.

His memory was superb, committing anything to mind after a single glance forever.

Especially someone that grotesque—it stuck fast in his recollection.

Qin Tian eyed Asaki’s soul-chilling face: ape-like jutting lips, bluish-black skin, forehead-to-chin wrinkles like burned tree bark—even those crimson eyes oozed malevolent hideousness.

Luoho Clan folk truly excelled in ugliness on a shared foundation, each boasting their own twisted style.

Asaki’s sharp senses picked up the disdain flickering in Qin Tian’s gaze, laced with odd pity—like staring at a wretched, ugly creature.

Asuras didn’t fret much over their looks, or rather, they’d long abandoned any fixes. Among them, the belief held that greater ugliness meant greater might.

Swapping beauty for strength—a fair trade.

Yet self-acceptance didn’t mean they’d abide open scorn or mockery of their features via glances or speech.

If anyone dared, they’d unleash the full fury of an Asura.

Saying no more, Asaki exploded from the ground, shattering frozen dirt into twin craters. Tier Seven Five Stars Spiritual Energy erupted, hardening the blood-red mist into armor. Like a blood-hued bolt loosed from a string, he hurtled toward Qin Tian.

His blistering pace spanned dozens of meters instantly, tearing wind and snow into a void path behind.

"Die!"

Asaki bellowed, swinging his blood-colored long knife with earth-rending force. Three meters wide, the blade’s condensed blood-colored Sword Qi resembled scarlet thunder ripping the heavens, wrapped in foul reek and Asura killing intent, slashing for Qin Tian’s skull.

The Sword Qi’s path vaporized snow on contact, gouged a meters-wide gash in the frozen soil, and even stalled the air under its tyrannical pressure.

Qin Tian narrowed his eyes, but he stayed utterly calm.

His feet dug steadfastly into the icy ground, Demon King’s Wings fluttering faintly behind him, while dark streams and violet lightning twisted around the Black Frost Blade, slamming straight into the crimson Sword Qi.

No fancy maneuvers—just the raw, direct showdown of pure force.

"Ding—!"

Right as the blades smashed together, a shrill metallic screech boomed like thunder, shockwaves surging over the earth. Snow buildup across a hundred-meter radius got blasted clean away, frozen earth split in web-like cracks, and even remote ice boulders shattered and crumbled.

In the next moment, a shadowy form hurtled backward like it was launched by a rocket, while the blood-red silhouette held firm on the spot.

"Is that all you've got?" Asaki gazed at the receding Qin Tian, a scornful grin twisting his lips.

He'd assumed Qin Tian, the one who'd beaten Inzaghi badly, possessed genuine prowess, but he crumbled under a single full-powered strike, even feebler than the muscular fellow beside Zhuge Yu just before.

Zhuge Yu, Zhuge Yu?!

Abruptly, Asaki's pupils shrank. It dawned on him then that Zhuge Yu and Taishi Feng, positioned behind Qin Tian earlier, had mysteriously disappeared without a sign.