I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 746 - 531: Underscore 2

Witnessing his ice silk being severed with such ease, Unol’s brow subtly creased. His gaze fixed upon the black saber in Qin Tian’s grasp, which emanated a faint, chilling aura, his heart filling with a mixture of surprise and suspicion.

Could this be... a weapon of Divine Artifact-level?

With a frosty snort, Unol flicked his wrist, and a pair of silver-white silk gloves materialized instantly on his hands.

These were bespoke implements crafted for the direct scions of the Eternal Ice Silk Clan, designed to amplify and fortify the ice silk released by its members, thereby boosting its resilience, cutting power, and the conduction of Spiritual Energy.

Boom~!

The moment the gloves adorned his hands, the frigid aura surrounding Unol intensified dramatically. Countless ice spikes materialized before him, densely packed, descending upon Qin Tian like a relentless torrent.

Concurrently, he unleashed more ice silk from his fingertips, weaving it with the ice spikes to fashion an offensive and defensive web, effectively obliterating any avenue for Qin Tian to evade.

Confronted with this ferocious, combined assault, Qin Tian maintained an unflustered composure.

At his mental command, crackling purple lightning coalesced around him, forming a robust lightning shield that intercepted every incoming ice spike. These projectiles shattered instantaneously upon impact with the shield, dissolving into icy fragments that dispersed across the sky.

Moreover, the ice silk interwoven with the ice spikes was likewise cleaved by Qin Tian’s Black Frost Blade, rendering it incapable of breaching his defenses.

Observing his two successive volleys of potent attacks being effortlessly repelled by Qin Tian, Unol’s frown deepened markedly.

As a member of one of the nine royal families within the Beastman Empire, his standing was on par with the direct lineage of the human Holy Blood. His might had ascended to Tier Seven. Logically, confronting a human of the same tier, one devoid of Holy Blood akin to Qin Tian, he should have achieved a swift victory. Yet, here he was, his offensive maneuvers being neutralized with apparent ease by Qin Tian.

Upon the expansive training grounds below, the defenders of Ice Extreme Pass observed the aerial combatants with rapt attention, their gazes ablaze with fervent intensity.

This was their Military Lord! Facing a powerhouse from the direct lineage of a Beastman Empire royal family, Qin Tian stood unperturbed, betraying not a shred of weakness!

An ineffable sense of pride and awe swelled within the heart of each warrior. They clenched their fists, yearning to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with their Military Lord in that very moment.

Standing together, Xue Wuyang, Zhou Ziming, and Kane found their earlier anxieties replaced by profound astonishment.

Within the common understanding of the Cosmos, the human Holy Blood and the Beastman royal families represented the zenith of power at the same level, virtually synonymous with invincibility. Even those prodigies blessed with top-tier Golden Bloodlines, possessing extraordinary innate talents, were but slightly superior ants when pitted against a true Holy Blood descendant or a member of the Beastman royalty, incapable of withstanding more than a few exchanges before inevitable defeat.

Qin Tian’s displayed prowess, however, utterly shattered these deeply ingrained perceptions.

Clearly lacking the enhancement of Holy Blood, Qin Tian was nonetheless engaging Unol, a peer of the Holy Blood rank, on equal footing, and even seemingly gaining a slight advantage!

What sort of individual was he? Possessing an exceptional mastery of the Power of Space, wielding a battle sword reputed to be of Divine Artifact-level, and confronting the fierce onslaught of a Beastman royal with such confidence, Qin Tian’s image in their minds grew ever more formidable and enigmatic.

High above, Unol’s two consecutive barrages of intense attacks were once more neutralized by Qin Tian with apparent nonchalance, and his expression contorted into one of grim severity.

As a scion of the Eternal Ice Silk Clan’s direct lineage, he had always been the one to dominate opponents of equal standing. Yet, today, a human Major General was effortlessly countering him.

Unol’s eyes darkened, and a terrifying aura erupted from within him.

He unleashed his power restrictions.

Boom!

The ice crystal butterfly wings, previously folded behind him, unfurled dramatically, doubling in size. Ice-blue Energy surged through the veins of the wings, each beat scattering microscopic ice crystals into the air, carrying a biting chill.

On his cheeks, faint blue ice patterns spread like an intricate web, encroaching upon most of his face, imbuing his already cold visage with an even more spectral and menacing appearance.

His aura surged precipitously, escalating from the early stage of Tier Seven to the mid-stage of Tier Seven. The terrifying pressure exerted was so intense it seemed to solidify the very air below.

“Die!”

Unol’s form dissolved into a blur of ice-blue afterimages, his speed multiplying severalfold!

Simultaneously, the ice silk emanating from his fingertips underwent a transformation, its color deepening, its toughness and sharpness drastically augmented. Defying conventional physics, it writhed at incredibly contorted angles towards Qin Tian, seeking to pierce and ensnare, sealing off all possible escape routes.

The warriors of Ice Extreme Pass below turned ashen, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Facing this bewildering offensive, Qin Tian’s expression remained remarkably serene.

With a mere thought, a pair of ink-black Demon King’s Wings unfurled behind him, boasting a three-meter span and shimmering with a dark luster. These wings flapped with immense power, unleashing a torrent of Dark Element Energy that drastically amplified Qin Tian’s speed. He streaked forward, leaving a phantom afterimage, effortlessly circumventing all the ice silk traps laid out before him.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Tian materialized behind Unol. His Black Frost Blade, gleaming with an icy chill, rocketed toward Unol’s head with a sound that seemed to tear through space!

"No!" Alarm surged through Unol’s heart. Instinctively, he channeled his internal Energy, causing countless strands of ice silk to erupt from his surroundings, weaving themselves into a formidable ice crystal cocoon that enveloped him tightly.

"Clang—!"

The Black Frost Blade met the ice crystal cocoon with a thunderous impact. Though its extreme sharpness managed to obliterate most of the cocoon, scattering ice fragments everywhere, the remainder of the cocoon served its purpose, absorbing the brunt of the attack and granting Unol a crucial moment.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Unol’s body shot sharply to the side, narrowly dodging the deadly strike. He landed several dozen meters away, his gaze snapping up to fixate on the ink-black Demon King’s Wings adorning Qin Tian’s back, a flicker of astonishment in his eyes.

He had never anticipated that after shedding his constraints and achieving blinding speed with his ice crystal butterfly wings, his opponent could so readily match him with such peculiar black wings!

Just who exactly is this Qin Tian?

Beyond the Nine Great Holy Bloods harbored within the Human Empire, could there truly be such an unusual bloodline?

"Eternal Ice Silkworm, I see," Qin Tian mused inwardly, observing Unol from above.

During his time in the Ice God Ruins, he had directly witnessed the formidable might wielded by the direct descendants of the Nine Great Holy Bloods.

Truthfully, Unol’s innate talent was in no way inferior to those of the Holy Blood lineage. However, when it came to the sophistication of his offensive techniques, his command over the battlefield, and his overall composure and adaptability, he fell notably short, by more than one significant measure.

This has been a recurring issue plaguing the Beastman Empire.

The lower-ranking beastmen perpetually struggle at the brink of survival, forced into a relentless cycle of slaughter to secure scarce resources. Conversely, the higher-level Beastman races often fall into a life of decadent indulgence, their methods for nurturing new talent proving far less systematic and scientifically structured when compared to the Human Empire.

As a direct consequence, these exceptionally gifted Beastman lineages frequently find themselves lacking in rigorous, hard-won combat experience. This deficiency is not limited to just the nine Beastman royal families but extends across the higher-tier Beastman races as well.

Certainly, exceptions exist even within the Beastman royal families—such as the Purgatory White Tigers and Golden Behemoths. These groups proactively dispatch their young into brutal battlefields, allowing life-and-death struggles to forge their combat prowess. Then there are the Thunder Titans and Undying Mysterious Winds, blessed with profound foundations and unique cultivation systems.

Nonetheless, these cultivation systems are predominantly insular and self-contained, rarely permitting external influence or imitation. Consequently, while an individual might ascend to become a paramount powerhouse, it seldom facilitates the emergence of a substantial echelon of talented successors.

In that specific regard, their overall effectiveness in cultivating talent cannot ultimately rival the human empire’s systematic approach.

Gazing at Unol’s increasingly somber expression, lightning began to crackle and flow across the blade of Qin Tian’s Black Frost Saber.

He had already fully comprehended the capabilities of the Eternal Ice Silkworm—its defensive ice crystal cocoon, its astonishing acceleration via butterfly wings, and its strange, encircling assaults empowered by enhanced ice silk. It was indeed worthy of its status among the nine royal families; truly extraordinary.

However, having witnessed all of this, the battle, whose conclusion was already firmly decided, ought to come to a swift end.