I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 327: Chapter 296: Xiong vs Terreda, Subduing the Barbarians

Terreda

Qin Tian’s gaze fell on this white-haired barbarian. His eyes were sharp as a hawk’s, his pupils a deep brown, carrying the vigilance of long hunts in the wilderness, yet utter calmness, assessing the situation more than other barbarians. His chin was covered with thick beard, making his angular face appear more wild.

"My name is Qin Tian, and I am the buyer of you barbarian slaves." Qin Tian’s calm voice resonated in the minds of every barbarian warrior.

At the word "slaves," the barbarians’ eyes flared with angry humiliation, glaring fiercely at Qin Tian.

If it were other slave owners, seeing their slaves dare to glare at them, there wouldn’t be a lack of electrotherapy sessions in store.

But Qin Tian remained indifferent, not angered, looking at Terreda, he said:

"Now, I give you an opportunity. If you can defeat anyone beside me, I will set you free. But if you lose, while I shall still release your slave status, you must fight for me with all barbarians for five years."

"By the way, you don’t need to speak aloud. Just speak in your mind, I can hear."

Hearing these words, all the barbarians’ eyes refocused on Terreda.

Terreda’s pupils suddenly contracted, emotions surged within his deep brown eyes.

Being a slave was inscribed into the bones of the barbarian race as disgrace, and the man before him now, offered freedom with a mere duel — it felt unreal, yet carried fatal temptation.

The totem tattoo on his chest heated slightly due to emotional turmoil, seemingly urging him to agree. Behind him came the suppressed breaths of his companions, he could feel the yearning in their gazes — the yearning for freedom, the hope of returning home.

Seconds of silence seemed interminably long.

Terreda slowly lifted his head, his frosty white hair fell to the sides of his cheeks, covering half his face, revealing only pursed lips and sharp eyes.

He did not speak aloud, he uttered a deep roar in his mind, carrying a warrior’s courage unique to his race: "I agree."

This thought clearly transmitted to Qin Tian’s mind and, through some invisible connection, allowed those around to sense his determination.

"Good!"

As Qin Tian raised his hand, a gentle green glow burst from his palm, scattering across Terreda.

Suddenly, Terreda felt a surge of exuberant life pour into his limbs and bones, pain from torn wounds melted away like snow. Broken tendons and bones felt an itchy numbness, a signal of frenzied regrowth.

Even more astonishing, weakness induced by enforced injections was visibly receding — like a blocked river suddenly cleared, a torrent of strength rushed from his Dantian to his head.

"Roar—!"

Terreda suddenly tilted his head back and roared, causing the steel frame of the factory to hum. His muscles bulged with exaggerated amplitude, beneath bronzed skin, veins rolled like coiled dragons. The alloy chains tied around his shoulders and waist emitted crispy sounds under the brute force.

"Creak! Creak!"

The chain links snapped one after another, fragments scattered in all directions, hitting the ground with piercing collision sounds.

The totem tattoo on his chest shone brightly, resonating with the eruptive force inside him, snow-white hair flaring without wind, rustling loudly, wild red glow surged within his deep brown pupils — this was proof of power’s return, the might a barbarian warrior should possess.

In a few breaths, the once frail slave had transformed back into an imposing warrior.

Terreda rotated his fully restored neck, producing a series of crisp cracks, and once again looked at Qin Tian with complex affirmation in his eyes.

"Choose someone." Qin Tian said lightly.

"I choose him." Terreda’s thought came again, his gaze locked unwaveringly on Xiong, within his deep brown pupils, battle-ready fire burned brightly.

Now that he had recovered, he chose to fight the strongest.

In his view, Xiong, due to his formidable physique, was the strongest.

For Terreda’s decision, other warriors of the barbarian race had no objections, for this tradition of challenging the strongest had always been their way — a sign of respect towards the opponent and confidence in their own strength.

Even though Terreda bore everyone’s hopes and the path home, they never thought he’d exploit loopholes, selecting the weakest.

One who lacks self-confidence cannot become a leader of the barbarian race.

Xiong saw this, grinned broadly, stepped forward, his hefty body causing the ground to quiver slightly, speaking in a booming voice: "Come!"

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, two powerful auras collided, interweaving, forming an invisible storm within the dilapidated factory, urging those around to hold their breath, their eyes fixed tightly on the two who were about to duel.

Bang!

In almost the same instant, two surges of vigorous qi and blood erupted.

Around Xiong rose visible waves, his pale golden qi and blood, like boiling magma, was a sign of extreme physical cultivation.

Terreda’s qi and blood were crimson like blood, burning like wildfire, steaming from his pores, harmonizing with his chest’s totem tattoo, exuding a wild and dominant aura.

Two streams of qi and blood collided in mid-air, emitting a dull roar, invisible pressure spread to the surrounding.

This was not a clash of spiritual energy, but the most primal, pure confrontation of physical strength, raging like two prehistoric giant beasts wrestling.