I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 983: Chapter 636: Decisive Victory! (Part 3)

However, Qin Tian’s speed was so fast that he couldn’t precisely lock on and could only defend passively, continuously being hit by Qin Tian’s sword techniques. The cracks on the Wind Element Shield increased, and Spiritual Energy was quickly being consumed.

In the air, sword shadows and blade lights intertwined, the constant clash of weapons echoed with a crisp "clang clang clang" across the ice field, sparks flew, energy shockwaves spread continuously. The light of Thunder Element and the green light of Wind Spiritual Energy intertwined, illuminating the entire world.

The spectators below, except for Tier Eight experts, couldn’t even see their figures, only quick flashing afterimages, flying sparks, and intertwining energy light. All they could hear were the piercing sounds of breaking air and weapon clashes, their hearts filled with awe, reaching the peak.

Jia Zhuocheng’s face became solemn again, his brow tightly furrowed, and he spoke through soul transmission to Fons Greym with a heavy tone: "This body technique... it’s too fast. Can you hold off against it?"

Fons Greym was silent for a moment and slowly shook his head: "No, I cannot. I’m a Spirit Mage, and Qin Tian’s speed-oriented offensive Martial Artist style is my nemesis."

He paused, then continued: "If I face Qin Tian, unless I can effectively harm him with Magic before he gets close, I can only struggle defensively under his ghostly attacks, eventually showing a flaw and getting defeated."

"Is Qin Tian really this strong now?"

Jia Zhuocheng murmured to himself. He initially thought that after Zhuang Xian activated his Bloodline Ability, he would easily defeat Qin Tian. But now it seems, the outcome of this duel has become unpredictable, and Qin Tian’s chances of winning far exceed Zhuang Xian’s.

The family disciples behind them were dead silent, each staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the clash in mid-air.

In stark contrast, the Ice Extreme Pass battalion remained calm.

The generals under Qin Tian’s command stood confidently in the battle array, showing no signs of nervousness, as if the thrilling Tier Seven counterattack against Tier Eight was just a regular exercise.

In mid-air, the confrontation continued.

Qin Tian wielded his blade to block Zhuang Xian’s attacks, the Demon King’s Wings flapping continuously, his figure twisting and turning in the air, avoiding each lethal attack. Simultaneously, the Black Frost Blade kept retaliating, intertwining thunder light and Sword Intent, each strike backed by the Chaos Thunder Sea, with immense power.

Zhuang Xian’s face turned increasingly pale, his breath chaotic, with several new injuries appearing on his body. His wounds were corroded by the Power of Thunder, causing a faint numbing sensation and making his movements slower.

Qin Tian looked at Zhuang Xian, thinking, the Wind King Bloodline indeed lives up to its reputation, the speed advantage surely crushes weaker opponents. Unfortunately, Zhuang Xian’s opponent is him.

The battle should end now.

Qin Tian’s eyes flashed with thunder light, his eyes covered by purple lightning, a bizarre power erupted from his gaze, directly targeting Zhuang Xian—Thunder Pupil Soul Binding, launch!

Thunder Pupil Soul Binding, one of the Thunder Ancestor’s abilities, gazing at a target can cause it to enter a thunder-binding state, unable to move and suffering Thunder Element damage, ignoring resistance, even for a Tier Eight expert.

Zhuang Xian was about to strike when he suddenly felt an eerie power locking onto him, his body becoming numb, as if bound by invisible chains, unable to move.

Seeing this, an expression of astonishment appeared on his face.

He didn’t expect Qin Tian to have such a mysterious ability!

However, Zhuang Xian, being a Tier Eight Three Stars Spiritualist, had rich combat experience and reacted swiftly.

Upon entering the thunder-binding state, he concentrated his full efforts, mobilizing the Spiritual Energy within, forming a thicker Spirit Shield around him, simultaneously attempting to break free from the thunder-binding restraints.

This control ability doesn’t last long. As long as he can endure it until the thunder-binding state is lifted, there would still be an opportunity to counterattack.

However, Qin Tian will not give him a chance!

As Zhuang Xian gathered Spirit Shield, Qin Tian flashed and appeared in front of him, the Black Frost Blade in his hand gleaming with cold light. The power of the Blade Soul instantly augmented it, bursting with an unstoppable sharp aura, backed by the Chaos Thunder Sea’s Thunder Element, it sliced towards Zhuang Xian’s chest.

Crack—

The thick Spirit Shield that Zhuang Xian gathered was cut open by the sharpness of Black Frost like paper, without any hindrance. The blade edge, carrying fierce Sword Intent and raging Thunder Element, struck directly at Zhuang Xian’s body.

At that moment, Spiritual Energy within Zhuang Xian finally exploded, forcibly breaking free from the thunder-binding state.

The foundation of a Tier Eight Spiritualist was indeed formidable, shortening the effect of Thunder Pupil Soul Binding considerably.

As soon as he broke free, Zhuang Xian instinctively turned sideways to dodge the deadly blade, but Qin Tian’s speed was too fast; the blade edge was already too close, making it impossible for him to completely avoid.

Screech—

Black Frost’s blade edge still grazed Zhuang Xian’s arm, instantly slicing open a huge gash, deep into the bone, with fresh blood spouting out.

At the same time, the Power of Ice within Black Frost invaded Zhuang Xian’s wound, quickly forming a thick layer of frost, freezing the blood, hindering healing.

What is more terrifying is that the Blade Soul and Thunder Element power within Black Frost invaded Zhuang Xian’s body through the wound, corroding his flesh and soul. Zhuang Xian felt a chill throughout his body, his soul trembling slightly, filled with dread.

What kind of weapon is this? How terrifying, its power could affect an Eight-tier expert like him so profoundly!

He had seen countless rare weapons, even heirlooms of the Golden Clan, but none could break through his Spirit Shield and corrode his body and soul like this blade.

The wound was like a domino effect, breaking the balance, turning the tide completely.

Zhuang Xian’s arm was frostbitten, severely affecting his Spiritual Energy circulation, reducing his speed and strength. Meanwhile, Qin Tian seized the victory, continuously swinging Black Frost, the Thunder Saber relentless, each strike backed by the Chaos Thunder Sea, aggressively targeting Zhuang Xian, fiercely and dominantly, giving him no respite.

Influenced by Black Frost’s power, Zhuang Xian’s movements became increasingly slow, accumulating more wounds on his body, each frozen by the Power of Ice, making healing difficult, his Spiritual Energy rapidly consuming, breath becoming weaker.

In high-stakes battles, even a slight delay can be fatal, not to mention that Zhuang Xian was already severely wounded, losing his ability to counterattack, only able to defend passively, showing utter defeat.

Swipe—

Black Frost swung again, a sharp blade light flashed, leaving another deep wound on Zhuang Xian’s chest; this strike almost determined the battle’s outcome.

Zhuang Xian felt a current of ice rushing through his body, freezing not only his flesh but also interfering with his Spiritual Energy circulation. He could no longer sustain it, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Qin Tian pressed on decisively, directly detonating the Celestial Punishment Mark on Zhuang Xian.

(Celestial Punishment Judgment, when an attack hits, applies a Celestial Punishment Mark on the target; once stacked to five layers, it automatically detonates, dealing true damage equal to 50% of the target’s lost Life Value, and creates a Thunder Prison Domain at the target’s location for five seconds, continuously striking all enemies within with thunder.)

Boom!

A terrifying power of thunder erupted instantly within Zhuang Xian!

Bang—

Zhuang Xian grunted heavily, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, his aura instantly wilting.

As he was about to fall, a cold touch suddenly came from his neck, chilling and bone-piercing, making him freeze completely.

He slowly turned his head, only to see Qin Tian had somehow appeared behind him, Black Frost lightly rested on his neck, the blade’s thunder light flickering. With a slight motion from Qin Tian, his neck would be instantly severed.

A calm and collected voice echoed in Zhuang Xian’s ears: "Elder Zhuang, you’ve taught me well."

Zhuang Xian looked at the Black Frost placed against his neck, took a deep breath, and smiled bitterly: "I lost."

As he spoke, Zhuang Xian slowly lowered the longsword in his hand.

The ice field plunged into deep silence, the raging wind and snow continued, but all the spectators held their breath, eyes locked tightly on the two in mid-air, faces full of shock, unable to recover for a long time.