I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 993: Chapter 640: The Ghost Coffin Reappears, Surrender_2

Even though it has lost the glory of the Divine Artifact of the past, its foundation is deep, and its grade still surpasses the weapons of Li Qi, Xiong, and others.

The ghost coffin has three core functions—

Refining corpse puppets, refining divine souls, assisting cultivation.

Especially in absorbing Yin Qi and Ghost Qi, it is a perfect match with the old ghost’s Eternal Ghost Eye.

Qin Tian had never seen the old ghost truly use this supreme treasure to fight against an enemy.

This battle is just right for him to witness how terrifying the power could be when the Eternal Ghost Eye and ghost coffin are combined.

The Zhuang family’s camp fell into dead silence.

All four battles were lost, without even a single chance of a comeback. Everyone’s faces appeared ashen, their last shred of spirit long since shattered into pieces.

Zhuang Xian sighed lightly, then looked at the last family elite with a heavy voice: "Zhuang Yan, it’s your turn."

Zhuang Yan, the last Tier Seven direct lineage in the Zhuang family’s camp.

Zhuang Yan took a deep breath, gripped his longsword tightly, and strode over to the battlefield.

After witnessing the miserable defeats of Zhuang Sheng, Zhuang Ting, Zhuang Zimo, and others, he understood that winning this battle was impossible. The only thing he could do was hold on a bit longer, not lose too disgracefully, and preserve the last shred of dignity for the Zhuang family.

The two stood firm in the center of the battlefield, and Dongfang City wasted no extra words, shouting loudly: "The final round, begin!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhuang Yan took the initiative, fully activating his Wind King bloodline, his figure transforming into a swift gale, charging straight at the old ghost.

He recognized his opponent was a Spiritual Mind Master; if the distance widened and the soul techniques were deployed, he would fall into a significant disadvantage.

The only chance was a close-range assault, directly killing the opponent before their soul techniques could form.

But just as he moved, the old ghost also took action.

With a soft click, the belt around the old ghost’s waist instantly activated, a set of fully black armor engraved with soul runes, flowed across his body like water.

This set of armor was different from the others, lacking heavy defensive armor or exaggerated power amplification; its lines were smooth, with two core functions: full-scale strengthening of spiritual power output and absolute defense.

As soon as the armor covered, the cold aura around the old ghost surged. He waved his hand, a pitch-black coffin engraved with Netherworld runes appeared in front of him, the lid slowly opening, a dense and viscous Yin Qi and Ghost Qi gushed out.

In the next second, countless evil ghosts, vengeful spirits, and Soul Devourer shadows surged endlessly from the coffin, densely covering the sky.

In the old ghost’s eye, a barely noticeable dark violet pupil quietly opened— the Eternal Ghost Eye subtly activated.

The power of the ghost eye fully unleashed, all spirits flying out received a maximum boost, their ferocity increased, capabilities doubled, like a tide, madly rushing towards Zhuang Yan.

These spirits each had unique abilities, some targeted the divine soul, launching silent spiritual stabs straight into the sea of consciousness; some deployed illusions and twisted surrounding perceptions; some released fear shocks to directly break down the opponent’s fighting will, while others entangled around him, disrupting the spiritual energy flow, blocking the body technique’s path.

The soul techniques flooded and completely enveloped Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan’s face changed drastically, alarm bells ringing in his mind.

The common shortcoming of spirit warriors is weak spiritual power and fragile divine soul defense, though he is a Tier Seven Golden Bloodline expert, his sea of consciousness remains his biggest flaw.

If facing ordinary Tier Six Spiritual Mind Masters, he could endure the first wave of spiritual shock, relying on the Wind King’s bloodline’s ultimate speed for a close-range kill.

But today, he faces the old ghost— a peak Tier Six, top-notch Spiritual Mind Master with Golden Level pupil skill and a top-tier armor designed to guard against close-ranged assault and enhance spiritual power.

This armor directly sealed his only chance of victory.

No matter how fast or powerful his attacks, he couldn’t penetrate the armor’s defense, unable to harm the old ghost in the slightest.

Meanwhile, the old ghost need only stay where he is, and recklessly manipulate the spirits, launching endless divine soul attacks against him.

Spiritual stabs came wave after wave, like heavy hammers slamming into Zhuang Yan’s sea of consciousness; layer upon layer illusions distorted the wind and snow, battlefield, and opponent into shapeless forms before his eyes; the intent of fear relentlessly invaded his mind, causing the hand holding his sword to tremble.

Within just a few breaths, Zhuang Yan felt as if his head was about to explode, unbearable pain, divine soul agony, with the world spinning, unable to distinguish between reality and the illusion realm.

He desperately moved his spiritual energy to resist, waving his longsword to crush the attacking spirits, but spirits continuously surged from the coffin, endlessly, unquenchable.

The consumption of spiritual power is far faster than the consumption of physical spiritual energy.

In just ten breaths, Zhuang Yan’s sea of consciousness had neared collapse, with divine soul turmoil and darkness flooding his vision, unable to sustain any longer.

His eyes rolled back, his body softened, directly losing consciousness, heavily collapsing on the snow, utterly losing combat capability.

The old ghost’s gaze was calm, he timely withdrew, with a wave, the spirits across the sky retreated like a tide back into the coffin, the lid slowly closed, Yin Qi retracted, the coffin vanished into thin air, taken into his space.

Afterward, the old ghost turned slightly towards Dongfang City’s direction in a gesture, his form gliding as he slowly returned to the Ice Extreme Pass camp.

Thus, all five battles of the general star contest ended.

The Zhuang family’s five battles resulted in total defeat, not a single victory, utterly defeated.

The entire ice field fell silent.

Five overwhelming victories, without exception, without suspense; the outcome of this general star contest was predetermined from the start.

"Uncle, should we proceed with the flag-pulling contest in the upcoming match?"

Zhuang Sheng looked towards Zhuang Xian, his voice carrying some heaviness.

The camp challenge contest requires three games to win two.

They suffered miserable defeats in the King vs King and General Star battle rounds, sealing the outcome of failure. As for the final flag-pulling contest, whether to participate had no meaning anymore.

Even if won, it wouldn’t affect the final outcome.

Moreover, could they even win?

Zhuang Sheng glanced at the Ice Extreme Pass camp, every soldier bearing a belt, without exception.

He believed that the Ice Extreme Pass ordinary soldiers’ armor could not possibly match Li Qi and others, capable of thwarting Tier Seven Spiritualists’ attacks, but even at one-tenth strength, they would stand no chance in the upcoming flag-pulling contest.

Bear in mind, even in the Golden Family, Tier Six and Seven are ultimately few; the main strength is concentrated in Tier Four and Five.

And the soldiers present at the Ice Extreme Pass must have been handpicked by Qin Tian, with average strength around Tier Four.

The strength gap wasn’t large, but a simple version of impenetrable armor was enough to drive family members to despair.

If this flag-pulling contest truly happens, the situation might worsen—

Their defeat would be even more miserable.

"We won’t fight, we concede."

Zhuang Xian shook his head, loudly stating, his voice penetrating the wind and snow, echoing throughout the ice field.

Hearing these words, members of the Zhuang family felt an inexplicable sense of relief and even a hint of gratitude.

After all, no one is a masochist; knowing they couldn’t resist, being pummeled might lead to decapitation and being sliced in half, no one wishes to experience such misery.

If given an opportunity for a turnaround, they certainly wouldn’t fear, risking their lives for their family.

But now the defeat was certain, who would want to suffer more?

No more battles!!

Upon hearing Zhuang Xian’s declaration, Ran Tu’s face became stiff.

Damn it, you’re from the Golden Family.

Where is your pride?

Where is your dignity?

How can you flee without a fight?

Not only Ran Tu, but the White Tiger Legion members behind him were also furious, eager to provoke and mock, wishing desperately for the flag-pulling contest to proceed.

Unfortunately, with Dongfang Clan’s elders present, such impulses could only be bottled up.

"Military Lord."

So, Ran Tu approached Qin Tian, quietly begging: "Can we apply to hold the flag-pulling contest first during the Jia Family and Greym Family challenge later?"

Qin Tian looked at Ran Tu’s impatient demeanor and laughed: "Alright, I’ll ask Elder Dongfang later, let you go first."

"Okay, thank you, Military Lord."

Ran Tu was pleased.

At this time, Elder Dongfang City loudly announced:

"Victory is decided, the Zhuang family challenge failed, next, between Jia Family and Greym Family, who will fight second?"

As the words fell, Jia Zhuocheng and Fons Greym stepped forward simultaneously, successively saying:

"I forfeit the challenge and surrender."

"I also forfeit the challenge and surrender."

Hearing this, Ran Tu’s once hopeful expression fully stiffened.