I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 1096: Chapter 671: Fierce Battle Against 8th-Tier Behemoth, Bait_2

He’s really grown tired of living.

Amond couldn’t be bothered to waste any more words with this pesky ghost. He bent his knees slightly, his muscles taut like a drawn bowstring gathering strength. In the next moment, his massive frame, over five meters tall, soared into the sky like a golden cannonball, charging straight at Qin Tian.

The momentum of a Tier Eight Beastman Royal Family unleashed without reservation, it crashed down like an invisible giant mountain. The golden Spiritual Energy raged around Amond’s body, all six of his arms spread open, claws tearing through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound.

The strength of that aura was so intense that the beastman warriors below, who were slightly weaker, couldn’t help but take a few steps back, awe appearing on their faces.

Qin Tian’s eyes narrowed slightly. Instead of retreating, he stepped up to meet him.

The Black Frost Saber in his hand drew a black arc. Purple-golden lightning exploded on the blade, like a roaring Thunder Dragon coiling around the edge, creating a stark and dazzling contrast with the golden brilliance.

Boom!

The moment Black Frost Saber collided with Amond’s claws, a deafening crash echoed out, like two mountains crashing against each other. Golden Spiritual Energy and purple-golden lightning fiercely tore at each other, erupting into dazzling sparks, casting the sky half dark and half bright.

The shockwave radiated from the collision point in all directions, carving deep trenches into the Desolate Wilderness below, lifting rubble and dust several meters high.

Qin Tian retreated more than ten meters.

Amond’s form also paused slightly.

In the first round, both sides felt each other’s strength.

A trace of astonishment flashed in Amond’s eyes, this human’s power was much stronger than he had anticipated.

That slash struck his claws, causing his wrist to tingle slightly. In this pure strength collision, he originally thought he would have absolute superiority, yet this human was only slightly weaker in power.

Keep in mind, he is a Golden Behemoth, whose strength ranks among the top even within the Nine Great Royal Families.

And yet, this human offers a similar match in strength?

Next, Qin Tian’s second slash arrived.

This slash was trickier than the first, the blade’s edge like a streak of black lightning slashing obliquely from the side. Its angle was bizarre, its timing precise, even for an experienced Tier Eight Powerhouse like Amond, it posed a challenge.

He quickly raised three arms to block, while the other three arms launched counterattacks from different directions, attempting to suppress Qin Tian with a numbers advantage.

But Qin Tian moved like a leaf through the gaps between the six arms.

The Black Frost Saber slashed left and right, each strike precisely targeting the weaknesses in Amond’s attacks, defusing those ferocious, wild offensives one by one.

The more Amond fought, the more alarmed he became.

His six arms swung in unison, each punch carrying the force to shatter stones and mountains, yet Qin Tian darted and maneuvered among the shadows of his fists like an elusive shadow. Not only did he avoid being hit, but he also left shallow knife marks on his arms from time to time.

Though those knife marks were quickly healed by the Golden Behemoth’s regenerative abilities, each slash only fueled Amond’s fury further.

Yet amid the anger, a massive wave stirred in his heart. This human’s strength, speed, and reflexes were nearly comparable to his.

How could this be?

After colliding head-on with Qin Tian again, Amond’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

At that moment, he clearly sensed the opponent’s aura—it was robust, yet indeed stayed within the realm of Tier Seven, lacking any hint of the qualitative transformation expected of a Tier Eight Spiritualist.

This human hasn’t even broken through to Tier Eight?

A Tier Seven Spiritualist, yet capable of fighting a Tier Eight Golden Behemoth to a standstill?!

Amond’s pupils contracted abruptly. He had traversed battlefields for years, seeing countless geniuses, but never encountered anyone who could withstand a Tier Eight Royal Family with a Tier Seven body.

Those so-called human geniuses usually couldn’t last three moves against him, but this black-clad man before him not only stood his ground but continuously sought opportunities to counterattack.

"Die!"

Amond was utterly enraged. The golden Spiritual Energy burned around him like flames, the muscles on his six arms swelled again, his claws gleaming with a metallic luster.

His speed suddenly escalated to a new level, all six arms like massive hammers, raining down on Qin Tian, each strike carrying the force of thunder.

Qin Tian’s eyes narrowed, yet he did not retreat.

The purple-golden lightning on the Black Frost Saber exploded loudly, and he moved like black lightning within the golden storm, advancing instead of retreating. The blade’s light like a dragon, clashing madly with those six golden arms, every powerful crash like thunder echoing through the heavens and earth.

The two clashed from mid-air to the ground and back to mid-air again, each collision leaving deep fissures across the Desolate Wilderness.

Golden blood intertwined with purple-golden lightning, casting this wasteland into a scene like the Asura Battlefield.

The Beastmen had long retreated far away, forming a wide arc at the battlefield’s edge, with thousands of pairs of eyes fixated on the two figures clashing fiercely in the air, their gazes filled with disbelief and shock.

Never did they imagine that the human who appeared suddenly could fight with His Highness Amond in this manner.

In their understanding, Lord Amond was the invincible War God—the pride of the Golden Behemoth Race, an outstanding figure among Tier Eight Royal Families, who had dominated battlefields for decades without a single defeat.