I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 286: Chapter 271: Rampage, Frenzied Xiong (Part 2)

"Qin... Tian..."

Each syllable was wrapped in overwhelming hatred, as if it intended to engrave this name into bones, merging it into every drop of blood.

His only friend, the only person who brought him warmth and kindness, was dead.

Kill!

Kill!

All of you will die!

At this moment, the two Star Thieves escorting Xiong finally realized what was happening.

"Looking for death!"

They shouted angrily, their fists suddenly lighting up with blinding Spiritual Energy, striking left and right at Xiong’s vital points.

As members of the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves, executioners of the Bloody Arena, they were Tier Two Spiritualists, a single punch capable of shattering steel plates.

However—

"Bang! Bang!"

Xiong’s fists met them directly, plain and unadorned, without a trace of Spiritual Energy, yet like two heavy hammers, they crushed the opponents’ Spiritual Energy defenses as if they were nothing!

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking resounded, and the arms of the two Star Thieves instantly twisted and deformed, their bones fracturing inch by inch!

"No..."

They stared wide-eyed in terror, unable to even scream before Xiong’s fists slammed heavily into their chests!

"Boom!"

A terrifying force erupted, and their bodies flew out like ragdolls, slamming into the walls of the corridor, creating two deep indentations. Blood mixed with fragments of organs spewed from their mouths, and by the time they slid to the ground, their entire chests had completely caved in, transforming into a blur of flesh and blood!

A piercing alarm sound echoed, and crimson warning lights bathed the metal corridor, making it resemble a Blood Pool.

"Riot in passage B! Repeat, riot in passage B!"

Amid the urgent broadcast, the guards of the Bloody Arena rushed out from the corner.

They held an array of cold weapons—Spiritual Energy War Axes, plasma spears, and shocking chain blades, with various hues of Spiritual Energy entwined around the blades.

The leading captain brandished a giant sword burning with blue flames, shouting sharply, "Target confirmed, it’s the half-beastman slave! Formation!"

Twelve Star Thieves immediately formed a battle formation, the Spiritual Energy auras on their weapons merging into one, constructing a death barrier in the corridor.

"Kill!"

The Spiritual Energy War Axe was the first to strike, the lightning Spiritual Energy entwined on the axe blade sufficient to turn a mammoth into charcoal.

Xiong did not dodge, his veined right fist meeting it directly.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound of shattering metal, the steel-forged axe head was crushed with a single punch.

The Star Thief holding the axe had his grip torn apart, not even recovering from the shock before Xiong grasped his face, smashing him heavily into the ground.

"Boom!"

The sound of a skull shattering was drowned out by the hum of a plasma spear.

Three plasma spears entwined with high-temperature plasma simultaneously thrust towards Xiong’s back, but could not advance an inch beneath his skin—Xiong’s muscles writhed like living creatures, clamping the spear tips tightly!

"How is this possible?!" The Star Thieves stared wide-eyed in horror.

Xiong slowly turned around, the muscles in his back twisting, with three crisp pops as the special alloy spear tips all snapped. He grabbed the three spear shafts, swinging them like whips to smash the three Star Thieves against the wall.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three mists of blood exploded simultaneously.

"Don’t be afraid! He’s injured!" the captain shouted to boost morale.

Indeed, Xiong’s body was already covered in wounds—his left shoulder was charred black by Spiritual Energy flames, broken spear tips protruding from his back, but these injuries seemed only to make him more furious.

Five Star Thieves simultaneously activated a Spiritual Energy skill: "Spiritual Energy Strangle!"

Five chains of different colored Spiritual Energy shot from their weapons, wrapping around Xiong’s limbs and neck, the barbs on the chains plunging deeply into Xiong’s flesh, starting to wildly draw his life force.

"Huh..." Xiong issued a low growl from his throat. His muscles swelled at a visible speed, blue-black veins spreading like webs beneath his skin.

Suddenly, all the chains simultaneously tightened—not from the Star Thieves pulling, but from Xiong exerting force actively!

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

One by one, the Spiritual Energy chains snapped, the backlash of energy causing the five Star Thieves to spit blood.

They watched in terror as the demon-god-like figure broke free from restraints, leaving deep footprints in the metal floor with each step.

"Monster, monster..."

A half-beastman, using only his body without Spiritual Energy, slaughtered a group of Spiritualist Star Thieves as easily as chickens and dogs.

If this isn’t a monster, what is it?

Splat

Xiong grabbed the nearest Star Thief, clasping both hands on his shoulders, slowly pulling apart. Amidst the Star Thief’s screams, his body was torn like a rag, spilling viscera all over.

The remaining Star Thieves finally broke down.

They dropped their weapons and tried to flee, only to be chased down by Xiong.

One was snapped in half at the waist, another had his skull crushed, and the last was grabbed by the ankle and swung like a weapon at the approaching reinforcements.

"Boom!"

The twenty Star Thieves who just arrived were thrown into disarray by this human cannonball.

Xiong seized the opportunity to rush into the crowd, his fists and feet transforming into the most primitive killing weapons, without any flashy techniques, only the purest power and speed.

"Bang!" one punch shattered a Spirit Shield, caving in the chest of the Star Thief behind it.

"Crack!" an elbow strike broke an Alloy Battle Saber, the momentum continued, piercing through the wielder’s throat.

"Pfft!" a hand as sharp as a blade pierced directly into a Star Thief’s abdomen, pulling out a handful of bloody intestines.

The corridor became a slaughterhouse.

This half-beastman was like a tireless killing machine, each attack precisely harvesting lives.

When the last Star Thief was twisted into mince by Xiong using his own chain blade, the entire fifty-meter-long corridor could no longer find a complete metal wall—everywhere were dents, bloodstains, and shredded flesh.

Xiong stood at the center of the corpse pile, drenched in blood. His injuries were horrific: a broken sword impaled his left abdomen, three deep gashes exposing bone on his right leg, but none of this could extinguish the bloody fury in his eyes.

In the distance, heavy footsteps approached, this time the elite guards of the Star Thieves—each donned Spirit Armor, wielding rune weapons.

But Xiong merely bared his teeth, revealing blood-stained fangs.

He bent down to pick up the two largest war axes on the ground, twirling them beautifully in his hands.

"Come on..." he growled hoarsely, his voice as rough as sandpaper scraping metal, "the more the better..."

"This half-beastman has lost control!"

The elite guard captain Kulawn said in a deep voice, "Try to control, if not, kill!"

"Yes!"

The guards’ eyes ignited with killing intent.

"Wait!"

Just then, a low voice came from behind the metal corridor.

A figure quickly approached, standing at the forefront of the guards.

"Captain Sibada!"

Seeing Sibada, Kulawn was relieved; after witnessing the half-beastman’s violent and brutal slaughter, he too was unsure. However, with the arrival of the Captain Level Tier Five powerhouse Sibada, the half-beastman’s fate was sealed.

"Leave him to me."

"Sibada" said deeply; what no one noticed was a flicker of shock and guilt in his eyes.

Qin Tian glanced once, understanding the entire situation.

He hadn’t expected that Xiong would happen to see his own "corpse."

His own death had provoked Xiong’s furious frenzy, resulting in a bloody outburst, only that Xiong’s strength had exceeded his expectations, effortlessly slaughtering fully armed Spiritualist Star Thieves without leaving a trace, one can hardly imagine what terrible strength Xiong possessed in peak condition.

Tap-tap-tap

Amidst everyone’s gaze, "Sibada" walked slowly toward Xiong.

Xiong stared directly at "Sibada," his beast-like intuition sensing "Sibada’s" terrifying aura. His body crouched slightly, muscles tensing all over, a low beastly growl emanating from his throat.

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in Xiong’s mind.

"Xiong, the person opposite is me, Qin Tian!"

Hearing this voice, Xiong’s body gave a sudden shudder.