I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 1097: Chapter 671: Fierce Battle Against Tier 8 Behemoth, Bait_3

But now, the War God was intercepted.

The black clothed man stood like an insurmountable barrier before San Tuo Mountain, not only remaining unharmed but also holding his ground in the confrontation with Amond.

What they found even more hard to accept was that they clearly saw wounds appearing on Amond’s body.

Golden blood seeped from the shallow knife scars, streaming slowly through the golden fur. Although the Golden Behemoth’s regenerative ability was rapidly healing those wounds, the presence of blood already exceeded the Beastman’s comprehension.

That man, akin to a War God, was injured?

On the battlefield of thousands, it was eerily quiet, with only the sound of clashes and the roar of Spiritual Energy explosions echoing in the desolate wilderness like thunder.

In the sky, Qin Tian and Amond widened their distance once more.

The two hovered in midair, separated by dozens of yards, confronting each other from afar. The gold Spiritual Energy and the purple-gold lightning surged around each of them, casting their silhouettes like two deities.

Qin Tian took a deep breath, holding the Black Frost Saber before him, with purple-gold lightning leaping alive across the blade.

He felt the slight numbness in the crevice of his hand—the power of the Tier Eight Golden Behemoth was indeed terrifying, even his proud physique began to show subtle fatigue after a face-off of dozens of hits.

However, Amond was evidently not doing well either.

Amond’s six arms hung at his sides, his chest heaving slightly. He glanced down at the knife scars on his arms that were healing, the initial arrogance in his golden pupils completely gone, replaced by a deep and solemn gravity.

What kind of monster is this fellow?

A Tier Seven human Spiritualist, whose physical strength could directly contend with his Tier Eight Golden Behemoth.

What irritated him further was that although Qin Tian was slightly weaker in power, the difference was not decisive—and in terms of technique, this human was simply far superior.

Every stroke was angled uniquely, each perfectly striking the junction points of his attacks, leaving his six arms unable to exert genuine suppression.

Amond gritted his teeth, as golden Spiritual Energy surged again.

"Take another punch!"

He roared, six arms forming fists simultaneously, six globes of golden Spiritual Energy compressed ahead of his fists, and then blasted out together.

Six golden punches entangled and interlaced in the air, transforming into an even larger golden lion, its might earth-shattering, like an ancient fierce beast descending upon the mortal world.

This punch contained eighty percent of his strength.

Qin Tian’s gaze sharpened, with the lightning on the Black Frost Saber suddenly contracting, all the Power of Thunder compressed onto the blade’s edge, forming an impossibly fine yet dazzling purple-gold lightning line. He gripped the saber with both hands, pulled his torso like a bow, and then slashed out fiercely.

The blade light was like a line, slicing through the air.

The purple-gold lightning line cut through the golden lion’s body, from its nose to tail spine, efficiently and cleanly bisecting the massive Lion Emperor Fist Battle Qi.

Golden Spiritual Energy exploded in the air, cascading like a split waterfall.

Yet, the residual force of the Lion Emperor Fist still carried a terrifying strength, surging towards Qin Tian from both sides. Qin Tian’s figure twisted slightly in the void, the Black Frost Saber drawing an arc around him, dispersing all remaining Spiritual Energy.

Amond did not pause.

As soon as the Lion Emperor Fist shattered, his body had already charged towards Qin Tian.

Six arms transformed into a storm-like barrage, attacking from every direction, leaving Qin Tian no space to evade.

This time, he pushed his speed to the extreme, every punch trailing golden afterimages, the punch wind howling like the beating of hundreds of war drums simultaneously.

Qin Tian blocked three punches, stepping back, blocked another five punches, and stepped back again.

Amond’s offensive surged like a tide, forcing him into constant retreat.

But Qin Tian’s gaze remained calm.

When he retreated to the seventh step, he suddenly sidestepped, the Black Frost Saber piercing out from beneath his arm at an almost impossible angle, the blade tip like a snake striking, targeting the weak spot under Amond’s armpit.

Alarm bells sounded in Amond’s mind, two arms urgently guarding, crossing before his armpit.

"Chii—"

The blade tip pierced through the golden fur into the flesh, though it was blocked just in time and failed to stab deeper, golden blood still dripped along the blade.

Amond roared furiously, swinging his fist to drive Qin Tian back.

Using the momentum to retreat, Qin Tian flipped twice in the air, coming to a steady halt. He flicked the Black Frost Saber’s blade, shaking off the golden blood droplets, his gaze carrying a hint of composure.

Amond glanced at the wound under his armpit, then looked back at Qin Tian, anger and gravity mingling in his golden eyes.

He no longer rushed to attack, instead taking a deep breath to suppress his turbulent Qi and Blood, his body slowly drifting backward to the front of the Beastman Army.

The moment his feet tread upon the wilderness, the ground vibrated slightly, with surrounding Beastman Warriors retreating, making room for him, yet their eyes carried a deep complexity.

Amond ignored those gazes, his eyes solemnly fixed on his opponent.

Qin Tian also slowly descended to the ground, landing dozens of yards away from Amond.

With a light shake, the Black Frost Saber released golden blood droplets cascading to the ground, transformed into points of golden light, then gradually dissipated.

The two stared across dozens of yards, the golden blood and the fluttering black clothes forming a frozen image under the gray sky.

"Qin Tian, I’ve remembered you."

Amond took a deep look at Qin Tian, then raised his hand and said, "Retreat!"

What!

Retreat?

The Beastmen were stunned, their thousands-strong army retreated by a mere human?

If word got out, they’d lose face entirely.

However, when Prince Amond spoke, who dared to disobey?

The Beastmen could only withdraw slowly, filled with frustration and unwillingness.

"Qin Tian."

As he turned, a fierce killing intent flashed in Amond’s eyes.

If Qin Tian remains alive, he will become a major threat to the Beastmen in the future.

He must report this to the Royal Family; whatever the cost, this person must be killed.

Qin Tian watched the Beastman Army retreat slowly, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

The bait has been set; now let’s see how many big fish take it.