I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 306: Chapter 283: Axe of the Spiritual Artifact, Following the Clues

The silence was deathly in the arena, broken only by the crackling of the residual electric current on the Thunder Saber.

The black-clothed men were first frozen in place, their eyes wide and round, staring intently at the split body of the red-haired brute, as if they hadn’t yet recovered from the shocking scene just witnessed.

A few seconds later, someone began to let out a stifled whimper, and fear spread like a plague among the black-clothed men, their weapons starting to tremble uncontrollably.

Who could have thought, the most skilled red-haired brute, a Tier Five Six Star powerhouse, would be slain with a single strike.

Shock was nearly pouring out of Allen’s face, his eyes wide open, mouth slightly parted into an ’O’ shape, the surrounding swirling wind abruptly halted.

He had already guessed Qin Tian might be concealing his strength, but never imagined it to be so terrifying to this degree—the Thunder Saber just now was swift beyond visual limits, its sharp Sword Qi even scraping his cheek painfully.

If it had been him in the brute’s position, he knew clearly he would have had no chance of survival, cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

On the other side, Xiong let out a deep grunt, wiping the blood and grime from his rough hand off his face, revealing beast eyes devoid of any ripple; Poisonous Widow’s fingers danced gently with the Poisonous Silk, her alluring eyes filled with a sense of inevitability.

After all, even the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves were nearly exterminated by Qin Tian alone; this group of riff-raff before them didn’t even count as an appetizer.

Qin Tian raised his palm slightly, and the brute’s giant axe suddenly lifted off the ground, tracing an arc of blood to land in his hand.

He assessed the axe, swinging it lightly twice, the heavy blade cleaving the air, producing a sharp wind-breaking sound, moonlight reflected off its surface danced across his face.

”This axe is indeed a Spiritual Artifact, not bad.” His lips curved slightly, his fingertips gently touching the axe blade.

Instantly, a stream of pale gold Spiritual Energy flowed from his fingertips into the axe, the previously dim blood-colored patterns suddenly lit up, snaking across the blade like living blood vessels, the sharp aura on the edge exceeding its former strength by several degrees.

Divine Weapon Blessing!

”Da Xiong, catch.”

Qin Tian flicked his wrist, sending the giant axe flying with a whistle of wind.

Xiong thrust out his fan-sized hand, securely grasping the axe handle in his palm—the half man-height axe blade appeared clumsy in the hands of the brute, yet seemed perfectly suited when in Xiong’s giant grip, his rough skin melded with the cold metal, exuding a wild harmony.

Xiong lowered his gaze to the giant axe in his palm, fingers massaging the warm axe body, suddenly feeling a surge of violent power channeled from his palm, roaring within to resonate wonderfully with his own half-beastman blood.

He gripped the handle tightly, a series of crisp crackles emitted from the bones, the muscles on his arms bulging up, even thicker than before. The blood-colored patterns on the axe blade and the beast tattoos around his neck lit up simultaneously, a low beast roar seemed to echo through the air.

Xiong raised his head, the tense face accustomed to battle suddenly beamed with a simple smile: ”This axe... good!”

Before the words finished, he swung the giant axe in a sweeping arc, a blood-colored air wave whistled out, severing three still dumbfounded black-clothed men at the waist.

Blood droplets splattered onto the axe blade, instantly absorbed by the blood-colored patterns, making the axe’s glow even more intense.

”The rest is up to you.”

Qin Tian sheathed his saber, the collision between the hilt and the scabbard emitted a crisp ’click’, he stood under the moonlight with arms crossed, a faint smile hanging at his lips, watching the slaughter unfold as if it were entertainment.

Boom!

Xiong, like a whirlwind enveloped with a blood mist, surged into the crowd, the half man-height giant axe so light in his hand yet bringing a mountain-cleaving momentum.

No flashy moves, only the most direct hack, cut, sweep—whenever the axe descended, Spirit Shields shattered like paper; during horizontal slashes, several were severed at waist, their innards mixed with blood, splattering into a crimson mess; during vertical chops, the crack of shattered bones synchronized with screams.