I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 748 - 532: One-Slash Instant Kill, Eye of Fear (Part 2)

Suddenly, a series of sharp cracking sounds echoed from within Unol's body.

All eyes darted toward the source of the noise, witnessing the once-unbreakable ice crystal armor encasing Unol now riddled with countless, rapidly expanding fissures. Subsequently, fragments of ice shattered and cascaded down, exposing the flesh beneath.

In the very next moment,

Thud—

A crimson line of blood erupted from Unol's chest, and scalding blood gushed forth, drenching his chest armor in a scarlet hue.

His frame convulsed violently, the luminescence in his eyes swiftly diminished, and finally, he plummeted earthward like an arrow loosed from a bow!

Meanwhile, on the opposing side, Qin Tian casually elevated his hand, sheathing the Black Frost Blade with a fluid motion that suggested the deed was utterly trivial.

Profound silence continued to envelop the scene.

It wasn't until Unol's form, resembling a marionette whose strings had snapped, careened toward the ground that the assembled Beastmen managed to pull themselves from their stunned disbelief.

"Your Highness...?"

The Icefield Snow Wolf Beastmen were the first to break their stupor, their ocular orbs wide, their lupine pupils reflecting sheer incredulity.

What followed was an overwhelming chorus of bewilderment and astonishment.

The Ice Crystal Bear and Frost Feathered Eagle Beastmen stood rooted, their prior ferocity and arrogance utterly vanished, supplanted by unadulterated shock and confusion.

Prince Unol, a direct scion of the Eternal Ice Silkworm Clan, an entity on par with a human's Holy Blood!

He had cast aside all restraints, even unleashing his hidden Art of Metamorphosis, yet he had been bested by a human Major General lacking Holy Blood?

Conversely, the soldiers stationed at Ice Extreme Pass, after a fleeting moment of stunned silence, erupted into thunderous acclamations!

"Victory! The Military Lord triumphs!"

"The Military Lord is indomitable!"

Soldiers hoisted their armaments skyward, their shouts imbued with ecstatic fervor, while the Barbarian Warriors let out resonant roars, their voices echoing across the expanse.

The crescendo of cheers seemed to elevate the firmament of the entire satellite city, dislodging ice crystals from the Cold Trees above.

Xue Wuyang, Kane, and Zhou Ziming also found themselves momentarily dumbfounded.

Their gazes were fixed upon the imposing figure soaring in the sky, their hearts pounding erratically within their chests.

Confronting a fully unleashed Tier Seven Beastman Royalty, General Qin Tian had decisively concluded the engagement with a singular strike!

There were no cataclysmic clashes, no world-altering shockwaves, merely a fleeting exchange, and the battle reached its conclusion.

Such formidable power, such masterful techniques, completely overturned their established understanding!

Xue Wuyang clenched his fists, his eyes radiating profound admiration for the victor's might.

Kane's jaw hung agape, murmuring to himself, "General Qin is truly magnificent!"

Even Zhou Ziming, typically composed, displayed a noticeable intensity in his expression!

In stark contrast to their astonishment, Xiong, Terreda, and Old Ghost remained composed, betraying no sign of surprise.

Terreda rested the Zhanshou saber upon his shoulder, a wide grin revealing a set of gleaming white teeth:

"Didn't I say it? When the boss makes his move, defeat is impossible!"

Li Qi and Old Ghost offered faint smiles.

Having accompanied Qin Tian through his arduous journey, they had borne witness to numerous grand spectacles and heard tales of the thrilling conflicts their boss had endured.

Whether it was Holy Blood lineage or Beastman Royalty, in the presence of their boss, they ultimately failed to conjure any significant disturbance.

Thud thud thud—

Urgent footsteps shattered the prevailing silence as Beastman Warriors scrambled towards the fallen Unol, urgently assessing his condition. After a brief examination, their strained nerves eased slightly, and a collective sigh of relief swept through them.

Unol's chest bore a deep, gaping wound that exposed bone, a gruesome and terrifying sight. Blood saturated his shattered ice crystal armor, seeping through its broken segments.

His internal Qi and Blood were in utter disarray, with stray Sword Qi permeating his vital organs. Fortunately, the wounds, though severe, were not mortal; with prompt application of high-tier restorative measures, his recovery would be swift.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Unol expelled several mouthfuls of blood in a violent fit, his vision, previously blurred, clearing just enough to perceive Qin Tian's descending form. The pride and fury that had once ignited his icy blue pupils were extinguished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of confusion and disbelief.

He had lost?

Just like that?

With a single encounter, a solitary strike, he lay critically wounded, mere moments from death!

The awe-inspiring Sword Light from moments before replayed incessantly in his mind—overbearingly potent, imbued with an absolute will to cleave all opposition, as though its razor edge could rend the very fabric of space.

The Ice Silkworm Armor, of which he was so immensely proud, proved as flimsy as dried paper under that devastating swing, disintegrating in an instant.

Why?

How could a human Major General, devoid of Holy Blood, possess such terrifying might?

This singular question echoed relentlessly in his mind, like a damning curse, sending tremors through his very soul, as another wave of blood rose to his throat.

Meanwhile, Qin Tian descended with the grace of a falling leaf, his gaze settling calmly upon Unol.

The previous assault had amalgamated the unparalleled sharpness of [Overlord’s Ultimate Slash], the fivefold damage from [Celestial Destiny Critical Strike], the isolation-boosting amplification of [Hunting Mark], and the ultimate burst provided by the Thunder Ancestor Power, temporarily unleashing ten times his own formidable might.

With his strength already surpassing Unol’s, and further enhanced by this technique combination, Unol's Ice Silkworm Armor was utterly defenseless against the blow.

The sole reason a fatal strike hadn't been delivered was Unol's status as a member of the Beastman Delegation.

Despite Unol's provocation and initiating the conflict, ending his life instantly could readily precipitate diplomatic friction between the Human Empire and the Beastman Empire, thereby creating needless complications.

However, observing the burgeoning resentment and utter unwillingness in Unol's eyes as his confusion subsided, Qin Tian realized this episode was far from concluded.

"Sigh..."

Qin Tian exhaled internally, a sense of helplessness washing over him.

He never actively sought trouble, yet complications consistently gravitated towards him.

Nevertheless, he also recognized that every stride in his advancement, every expansion of his influence, inherently encroached upon established interests, rendering conflict an inescapable reality.

This incident was unequivocally a meticulously orchestrated trap by Inzaghi Luoho, designed to engineer a confrontation between himself and Unol.

"I did not seek you out for difficulty, yet you approached me with schemes,"

Qin Tian’s gaze drifted slowly over Li Jingzhong, his expression serene but exuding an intangible pressure.

The instant Li Jingzhong felt that penetrating stare, he froze like a statue, cold sweat instantly saturating the back of his robes.

My goodness, he had always acknowledged Qin Tian's power, but he had never conceived of him being *this* formidable!

Even someone of Unol's caliber, a Beastman Royal comparable to a human's Holy Blood lineage, was grievously wounded by a single strike, unable to mount any counterattack.

Could Lord Inzaghi of the Military even stand a chance against him?

Li Jingzhong's face contorted uncontrollably, his attempt at a sycophantic smile failing as his mouth felt rigid, as if filled with lead, incapable of forming even the slightest curve.

In the subsequent moment, an overwhelming terror from the very depths of his soul gripped him, conjuring nightmarish visions of corpse mountains and seas of blood—limbs piled high, boiling crimson flooding his ankles, countless spectral eyes fixated upon him, as if intent on dragging him into an eternal abyss.

"Ah—!"

An ear-splitting shriek ripped through his throat, Li Jingzhong's entire being went limp, collapsing as if his bones had been dissolved, his eyes rolling back, consciousness utterly extinguished.

As he crumpled to the ground, Qin Tian slowly turned his head, the transient purple luminescence in his eyes gradually receding.

Eye of Fear.

This was his long-dormant spiritual elemental talent, specifically engineered to incapacitate individuals with weak willpower and fragile spiritual power. Without any further action, a mere glance was sufficient to plunge them into a bespoke phantasmagoria of dread.

Qin Tian understood that Li Jingzhong was merely an instrument of Inzaghi Luoho, not even truly deserving of the designation 'pawn,' but rather an errand boy at best.

Yet, even as a mere subordinate running errands, he had actively sought him out to instigate discord.

Allowing him to escape consequences lightly would undoubtedly constitute excessive leniency.

A necessary lesson, not a single element of which should be omitted.

Casting a downward glance at the unconscious Li Jingzhong, Qin Tian knew that after being subjected to the Eye of Fear, even if the man miraculously awoke, his spirit would bear severe, lasting damage, forever plagued by unending nightmares and never finding a moment's peace.

This was the cost of provoking him.