I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 740 - 529: Sparring, Beastman Royal Family

A biting wind scoured the training grounds, scattering snowflakes, yet the palpable excitement within remained undiminished.

Upon the expansive arena, two formidable figures stood locked in a confrontation.

Terreda, his chest bared to reveal a physique of knotted, bronze musculature, bore intricate battle patterns etched across his skin. In his grasp, he wielded a Zhanshou saber, a weapon nearly his own height, its formidable blade radiating an icy luminescence.

Facing him, Xue Wuyang was clad in a crisp, imposing uniform, standing with the stoic grace of a pine tree. His right hand held a long spear, its tip pointed toward the ground, the shaft held with unwavering steadiness, exuding an aura of sheer dominance.

Encircling the arena, thousands of Barbarian Warriors were packed in a dense throng, their arms raised, emitting guttural roars that shook the very air.

"Boss, finish him!"

"Show this rookie the might of the Barbarian Race!"

"Ula—!"

The cacophony of indecipherable barbarian shouts surged in relentless waves, causing eardrums to vibrate, and the fervent battle intent seemed to materialize into a tangible force.

Not far from the main spectacle, a contingent of several hundred Zuiyu soldiers had also assembled, their gazes riveted to the arena with keen interest.

Though they shared the Zuiyu affiliation with Xue Wuyang, personal acquaintance was minimal. However, being personally selected by General Qin to engage the Barbarian chieftain in this arena underscored the individual's exceptional capabilities.

Anticipation flickered in many eyes, eager to witness the true prowess of this newly arrived "comrade."

Positioned above the training ground on a raised platform, Qin Tian stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Accompanying him were key members such as Li Qi, Poisonous Widow, Old Ghost, Zhou Ziming, and Kane, all directing their focused attention toward the combatants.

"Boss, who do you reckon will emerge victorious from this bout?" Poisonous Widow inquired, stepping forward slightly, her voice a soft, languid melody tinged with seduction.

Her words prompted Kane to instinctively turn his head, his gaze shifting between Poisonous Widow and Qin Tian.

Based on his prior observations, the presence of such a captivating and alluring beauty alongside a figure of authority strongly suggested a relationship beyond the conventional.

Yet, upon more careful consideration, he detected an anomaly—the manner in which General Qin regarded Poisonous Widow was one of detached calmness, devoid of the typical male-female desire. It was the cool assessment and implicit trust of a superior toward a subordinate, with no hint of personal intimacy.

Kane inwardly clicked his tongue, musing that maintaining such composure in the face of such beauty required exceptional self-control!

If he were in that position, he would have already moved closer.

With another silent click of his tongue, an amusing thought unexpectedly surfaced in Kane's mind. He couldn't help but surreptitiously scan the individuals nearby—all male save for Poisonous Widow, exhibiting a diverse array of appearances, from delicate to burly, each possessing unique characteristics.

Could it be...

Kane's eyes widened abruptly, and an involuntary shiver coursed through him.

Unbeknownst to him, Qin Tian was entirely oblivious to the absurd narrative unfolding in the young man's mind. Were he aware, his expression would likely darken, compelling him to find a man to "discipline" Kane appropriately.

At this moment, Qin Tian's gaze remained fixed on the arena, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

"I've yet to fully grasp Xue Wuyang's background, making a premature judgment difficult. But that's acceptable; after a few exchanges, the outcome will reveal itself."

Within the arena, Terreda, fueled by the fervent cheers of his kin, felt his battle intent surge.

With a sudden sweep of his Zhanshou saber, the blade sliced through the air, producing a sharp, whistling sound. He then fixed his intense gaze upon his adversary: "Instructor Xue, shall we commence?"

Xue Wuyang offered a slight nod, raised the long spear he held with one hand, and pointed it directly at Terreda, his voice grave as he stated, "Please!"

The instant the word left his lips, the aura surrounding him intensified, and his previously tranquil eyes sharpened like those of a hawk. A formidable, battle-hardened malevolent qi, accumulated over more than two decades on the front lines, began to emanate.

"Hmph!"

Terreda initiated the engagement, slamming his foot down with force, gouging shallow depressions into the specially constructed arena floor. He lunged toward Xue Wuyang like a projectile, his Zhanshou saber descending with immense power from above, the wind pressure from its arc howling.

His swordsmanship lacked any pretense of finesse, focusing solely on direct offense and defense, relying on his overwhelming physical might for crushing blows. His qi and blood surged, and a faint crimson aura even enveloped him.

Xue Wuyang's expression remained composed. With a subtle shift of his stance, his body moved with fluid grace, evading the saber's descent as effortlessly as a willow swaying in the wind. Simultaneously, the long spear in his hand thrust upward, precisely targeting a critical pressure point on the side of the descending blade.

"Clang!"

A piercing metallic clang echoed, as cyan-purple spiritual energy coursed along the spear's shaft, humming with the might of wind and thunder.

The Cyan Dragon, a master of wind and thunder.

Xue Wuyang's spiritual ability attribute was precisely this: the dual elements of wind and thunder.

Instead of directly countering Terreda's brute force, he masterfully utilized the moment their weapons met. Power was unleashed as the spear, like a sinuous serpent, coiled around the blade, aiming to ensnare Terreda's assault.

Sensing this maneuver, Terreda swiftly pivoted, his saber slashing horizontally, compelling Xue Wuyang to recall his spear for defense.

One attacked, the other defended, trading five or six blows in the blink of an eye.

Terreda's sword techniques were unmatched in their ferocity, each strike as potent as rolling thunder; Xue Wuyang's spearplay, conversely, was an impenetrable defense. Shadows of the spear wove a complex web, cyan-purple wind-thunder spiritual energy coiling around its shaft. At times, the spear deflected and redirected force, while at others, it counter-attacked through minuscule openings, demonstrating seasoned expertise in the ebb and flow of offense and defense.

"Good!"

"This spear technique is magnificent!"

The crowd's cheers intensified, and even the Barbarian Warriors shed their initial contempt, a flicker of newfound respect in their eyes.

To remain so composed under Terreda's fierce onslaught proved this new instructor possessed genuine skill!

The Zuiyu soldiers watched with rapt attention, captivated by the profound battlefield wisdom embedded within Xue Wuyang's spear techniques.

Following another fierce clash, both combatants took two steps back, re-establishing a greater distance between them.

Terreda winced, flexing his momentarily numb arm. Yet, rather than showing fatigue, his excitement surged. A grin split his face, revealing two rows of white teeth: "That was truly exhilarating! Instructor Xue, now that the warm-up is complete, shall we commence the real duel?"