I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 740 - 529: Sparring, Beastman Royal Family

The cold wind swept across the training ground, carrying snowflakes, yet the excitement inside couldn’t be contained.

On the massive arena, two figures stood facing each other.

Terreda was bare-chested, his bronze muscles knotted and taut, battle patterns covering his entire body. In his hand, he held a Zhanshou saber nearly as tall as a person, its thick, heavy blade exuding a chilling cold light.

Opposite him, Xue Wuyang was dressed in a neat, powerful outfit, standing tall like a pine. His right hand held a long spear single-handedly, its tip angled toward the ground, the shaft steady with no hint of trembling, an imposing aura emanating from him.

Around the arena, thousands of Barbarian Warriors gathered in a dense crowd, each waving their arms and letting out rough roars from their throats.

“Boss, knock him out!”

“Show this newcomer the might of our Barbarian Race!”

“Ula—!”

The unintelligible barbarian shouts rose and fell in waves, making eardrums tremble, and the feverish battle intent almost solidified into reality.

Not far away, a few hundred Zuiyu soldiers had also gathered, their curious gazes fixed on the arena.

They and Xue Wuyang were both part of the Zuiyu, though they didn’t know each other well. However, being personally selected by General Qin to spar against the Barbarian leader in this arena proved this person was by no means ordinary.

Many eyes were filled with anticipation, eager to see how capable this “comrade” truly was.

The high platform was located above the training ground, where Qin Tian stood with his hands behind his back. Beside him were core members like Li Qi, Poisonous Widow, Old Ghost, Zhou Ziming, and Kane, each fixing their gaze on the arena.

“Boss, who do you think will win this match?” Poisonous Widow stepped forward half a step, her voice soft and languidly seductive.

At the sound of her voice, Kane instinctively turned his head, his gaze darting between Poisonous Widow and Qin Tian.

From his past experiences, having such an enchanting, alluring beauty beside a figure of authority indicated their relationship was likely not ordinary.

Yet upon closer observation, he found something amiss—the way General Qin looked at the Poisonous Widow was calmly unperturbed, without a trace of desire between a man and a woman, only the cool scrutiny and trust of a superior towards a subordinate, with no intimate contact between them whatsoever.

Clicking his tongue, Kane thought, to remain unmoved by such a beautiful woman took formidable self-restraint!

If it were him, he’d already be closer.

Kane clicked his tongue secretly, suddenly a ridiculous thought popped into his mind. He couldn’t help but glance around at the surrounding people—all male except for Poisonous Widow, some delicate, some burly, some robust, each with their own distinct characteristics.

Could it be…

Kane’s eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn’t help but shiver.

Qin Tian was completely unaware that this boy beside him had already played out an absurd drama in his mind. If he knew, he would probably darken his face and find a man to “take care” of him properly.

At this moment, his gaze was locked onto the two in the arena, the corner of his mouth holding a slight smile:

“I haven’t quite figured out Xue Wuyang’s background, so it’s hard to make a rash judgment. But it’s okay, after a few moves, the outcome will be clear.”

In the arena, Terreda listened to the fervent shouts of his tribesmen, his battle intent growing stronger.

He suddenly swung his Zhanshou saber, the blade slicing through the air, emitting a sharp “hissing” explosive sound, and stared intently at his opponent: “Instructor Xue, can we start now?”

Xue Wuyang nodded slightly, raised the long spear in one hand, and pointed it directly at Terreda, speaking gravely: “Please!”

As soon as the words were spoken, the aura around him suddenly tightened, and the previously calm eyes became sharp as an eagle, an iron-blooded evil qi accumulated over more than twenty years on the battlefield, slowly permeating.

“Heh!”

Terreda took the first move, stomping fiercely on the ground, creating shallow pits on the specially made arena. His whole body shot towards Xue Wuyang like a cannonball, the Zhanshou saber in his hand carrying a mighty force, chopping down mercilessly from above, the wind from the blade howling.

His swordsmanship had no embellishments, pure openness and closeness, relying solely on the overwhelming strength of his physical body to crush, his qi and blood soaring, a layer of blood-red light even radiating around him.

Xue Wuyang’s expression remained unchanged, his step lightly shifted, his figure gracefully avoiding the blade like a willow in the wind, while the long spear in his hand thrust upward, aiming precisely at the stress point on the side of the blade.

“Clang!”

The clear metallic clash was deafening, as cyan-purple spiritual energy spread along the spear shaft with the hum of wind and thunder.

The Cyan Dragon, master of wind and thunder.

Xue Wuyang’s spiritual ability attribute was also thus, dual element of wind and thunder.

He didn’t resist Terreda’s brute strength directly but instead used the instant of the spear tip’s touch to unload power, the spear snaking like a serpent around the blade, intending to lock Terreda’s attack.

Seeing this, Terreda swiftly spun, his saber sweeping horizontally, forcing Xue Wuyang to retract his spear and defend.

One attacked and the other defended, exchanging five or six moves in an instant.

Terreda’s sword techniques were unparalleled in ferocity, each strike as fierce as thunder; Xue Wuyang’s spear technique was impenetrable, the shadows of the spear interwoven, cyan-purple wind thunder spiritual energy entwining the spear shaft, sometimes blocking and unloading force, sometimes retaliating in a gap, showcasing experience in the shifting offense and defense.

“Good!”

“This spear technique is superb!”

The cheers from the crowd grew fervent, the Barbarian Warriors also letting go of their initial disdain, a few more respects in their eyes.

Being able to remain composed under Terreda’s fierce assault, this new instructor indeed had true skills!

The Zuiyu soldiers watched intently, enthralled by the battlefield essence within Xue Wuyang’s spear techniques.

After another collision, both took two steps back, widening the distance.

Terreda shook his numb arm, but instead of showing fatigue on his face, he became more excited, grinning to reveal two rows of white teeth: “That was exhilarating! Instructor Xue, now that the warm-up is over, let’s get serious!”