I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 741 - 529: Sparring, Beastman Royal Family (Part 2)

Instructor Xue offered a slight nod, the sharp point of his spear remaining fixed on his adversary, and stated in a profound tone, "I had a feeling."

The instant the words left his lips, Terreda let out a guttural roar, flinging his head back. His Qi and Blood surged instantly, transforming his initially faint, blood-colored aura into something dense and palpable. The demonic battle patterns adorning his chest, arms, and back blazed to life, accompanied by crimson flames erupting from the tattoos to engulf his entire being. The intense heat immediately dispersed the surrounding snow and wind, causing even the air to shimmer and distort.

"This is the Battle Pattern Secret Technique of the Barbarian Race! Instructor Xue, you must be exceedingly careful!"

Concurrently, Instructor Xue drew a deep breath. The cyan-purple Spiritual Energy encircling him erupted outward, unleashing howling winds and crackling purple lightning within its embrace.

His muscles visibly swelled, and cyan Dragon Scales began to spread from his neck, covering a substantial portion of his body. His pupils elongated into golden slits, exuding a majestic and chilling air. A faint cyan dragon shadow materialized behind him, its presence amplifying the sounds of wind and thunder. He appeared as a Divine Beast reborn from antiquity, his aura overwhelmingly grand.

The Azure Dragon Transformation was now active!

"Boom!"

Both combatants moved with near-instantaneous speed. Crimson flames and cyan-purple wind and thunder clashed violently on the arena, creating a thunderous cacophony. Terreda's sword techniques grew increasingly ferocious, flames licking at the blade with every strike, possessing the might to scorch mountains and boil seas. Instructor Xue masterfully harnessed the power of wind and thunder to dramatically augment his speed. Spear shadows rained down like a deluge, lightning occasionally entwining the spear tip or lashing out at his opponent, seamlessly blending offense and defense.

The robustly constructed arena buckled under the force of their collision, sending stone fragments flying and quickly leaving it pockmarked and damaged.

The unleashed waves of raw energy radiated outwards in all directions. The Barbarian Warriors and Zuiyu soldiers positioned below the arena retreated, wary of being caught in the destructive aftermath. The once fervent cheers of the crowd subsided into awestruck silence.

From the elevated podium, the Poisonous Widow knitted her brows slightly. Casting her gaze back towards Qin Tian, she inquired in her usual gentle manner, "Boss, who do you predict will emerge victorious?"

Qin Tian replied with composed certainty, "Instructor Xue."

His assessment did not elicit surprise from those gathered around him.

It was readily apparent that Instructor Xue's command over the flow of battle far surpassed Terreda's.

As a seasoned veteran boasting over two decades of battlefield experience, having navigated countless engagements both large and small, his combat instincts were deeply ingrained. Every movement he made was precise and lethal, utterly devoid of wasted effort.

Terreda, conversely, employed a fighting style that was undoubtedly bold and fierce, yet ultimately lacked refinement. His reliance on sheer passion and brute strength exposed vulnerabilities when pitted against an opponent as experienced as Instructor Xue.

As anticipated, on the arena floor, Instructor Xue had already deciphered Terreda's attack patterns and identified his weaknesses amidst their continuous exchanges.

His gaze sharpened, and the wind and thunderous power surrounding him suddenly coalesced, channeling directly into his spear. His spear technique abruptly shifted from defensive maneuvers to an offensive onslaught. The spear tip transformed into a bolt of cyan-purple lightning, slicing through the fiery barrier and hurtling directly towards Terreda.

This sudden barrage of attacks was exceptionally potent, its transitions as rapid as lightning. Terreda found himself unable to react in time; his formerly aggressive swordplay devolved into disarray, revealing numerous openings and gradually signaling his mounting distress.

Even spectators with limited combat knowledge could clearly discern that he was now entirely on the defensive.

"Watch yourself!"

Instructor Xue issued a low warning, his form elegantly side-stepping Terreda's desperate final lunge, likened to a dragon's tail sweep. With practiced skill, he raised his long spear, executing his signature technique, "Azure Dragon Fetches Water." The spear tip found its mark with unerring accuracy, striking the joint connecting the Zhanshou saber's hilt to its blade.

"Clang!"

A jolt of numbness shot up Terreda's wrist as his grip failed. The saber flew from his grasp, landing with a clatter near the arena's edge.

Before Terreda could fully recover, Instructor Xue's long spear was already aimed at his chest, the tip mere inches from his heart. Cyan-purple Spiritual Energy swirled around it, yet he withheld his final blow.

An immediate hush fell over the entire arena, every eye fixed upon the scene unfolding.

Terreda looked down at the spear tip poised at his chest. After a brief pause, he shook his head and calmly conceded.

"I lost."

Despite possessing unused trump cards, he recognized the nature of a spar, acknowledging that his opponent was likely not employing their full strength either.

Consequently, he formally accepted defeat for this particular engagement.

"Wow—!"

The profound silence that had enveloped the area shattered, erupting into a wave of excited clamor.

The Barbarian Warriors' eyes widened, disbelief etched on their faces. They had seen Terreda as a warrior on par with a Legendary Warrior, a supreme expert from their homeland's foremost tribe, possessing an indomitable physique.

Yet, such a formidable figure was vanquished with such ease.

The contest concluded with shocking speed and finality, devoid of the drawn-out, bloody conflict they had anticipated, or a desperate struggle to the bitter end. It was as if, the moment their opponent decided to fight seriously, the outcome was instantly sealed.

On the viewing platform, a spectrum of expressions flickered across the faces of the onlookers, their hearts churning with unspoken thoughts.

Xiong, Li Qi, Old Ghost, and Poisonous Widow, all intimately familiar with Terreda's true capabilities, witnessed Instructor Xue's effortless triumph. This signified that Xiong would stand no chance in a direct engagement; Li Qi, while adept at stealthy assassinations, lacked conviction for a head-on clash; only Old Ghost, leveraging the superiority of his Tier Six Eight Star cultivation base and the unpredictable soul arts of a Soul Master, might possess a slim possibility of success.

However, irrespective of the individual chances, this sparring session had unequivocally demonstrated Instructor Xue's profound strength.

"Clap clap clap!"

Kane was the first to break the silence, his applause echoing enthusiastically, his face alight with fervent excitement and profound admiration.

Zhou Ziming's gaze remained fixed upon Instructor Xue in the arena, his eyes betraying a subtle flicker, as if lost in deep contemplation of matters unknown.

Around the fighting stage, the Zuiyu soldiers also rose to their feet, their applause erupting into a thunderous ovation.