I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 332: Chapter 298: Taking the Superman Potion (2)

”Draft a contract in advance, and we can discuss the details once the Dongfang Clan arrives.”

Qin Tian patted Yang Fan on the shoulder, then waved his hand and stored all the Superman Potions into the Spirit Space.

Business can wait. For now, he wanted to test if the Superman Potion was as miraculous as Karsas claimed.

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Barbarian Encampment

Over a hundred barbarians gathered there, and the silent atmosphere carried a hint of restlessness.

Everyone’s gaze was focused on the crimson potion in Qin Tian’s hand. The liquid rolled under the sunlight, like a flame trapped within, exuding a force that made their blood race.

”This is the situation. Whether or not to try it is up to you to decide.”

Qin Tian explained the effects of the Superman Potion to them—able to break through physical limits in a short period, causing physical abilities to surge several times over. The price was enduring heart-wrenching pain during its effect, a pain that seeped into the marrow and soul, requiring iron-like Will to withstand it.

Fail to endure it, and both body and mind would collapse; even if one survived, they would turn into a mindless lunatic.

When he finished speaking, he stepped aside to calmly wait for the barbarians’ decision.

His words were like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing an uproar among the barbarians.

The warriors, who had been eager to try, had their expressions turn solemn at once.

The intense pain didn’t deter them, but the prospect of bodily and mental collapse, becoming a lunatic, was terrifying enough to make many ponder carefully.

The field fell silent as death, with only the wind rustling clothing, as each person’s breath grew heavy.

At that moment, a low and husky voice broke the silence: ”Let me try.”

All eyes turned toward the voice. It was a medium-built barbarian named Karen. He usually spoke little, silently following behind the group, with no expression on his face, looking quite unremarkable.

Yet hearing his voice, all the barbarians were stunned, then revealed understanding looks in their eyes.

Karen was one of the few in the tribe with no attachments, having lost all his family during the Barbarian Race’s internal strife. He’s lived alone to this day, and though he seldom spoke, no one in the tribe doubted this solitary and strong warrior’s Will.

At this moment, Karen was slowly walking forward. His steps weren’t fast but exceptionally firm. His weathered face remained expressionless, yet his gaze was sharper than ever, like a sword sheathed within.

Just then, Terreda raised a hand to stop him: ”No.”

Her frost-white hair fluttered in the wind as Terreda walked to the front of the group, her deep brown pupils scanning everyone: ”If anyone should try, it should be me first.”

”No!”

”No!”

As soon as Terreda spoke, ten-odd voices immediately rang out simultaneously, their tone urgent and resolute.

A warrior with chain tattoos wrapped around his arm stepped forward, blocking Terreda: ”Terreda, you’re our mainstay now, such risk cannot be taken by you!”

Clap.

Karen placed his hand on Terreda’s shoulder, speaking in a seriously earnest tone: ”I can endure it.”

Terreda stared into Karen’s calm and profound eyes, then around at the determined faces, before remaining silent for a moment and saying:

”Karen, survive.”

”Mm!”

Karen walked to Qin Tian and extended his rough hand, saying:

”Master, leave it to me.”

Qin Tian placed the Superman Potion in Karen’s palm, advising:

”If you really can’t hold on, let me know, and I’ll do my utmost to save your life.”

”Okay!”

Karen glanced at the rolling liquid in the bottle, showing not a hint of hesitation, uncorked it, and drank the entire potion in one go.

The moment the crimson liquid slid down his throat, Karen’s body stiffened violently, and he let out a stifled grunt, restrained to the extreme, as cold sweat instantly drenched his forehead.

At first, it was as if his throat swallowed a ball of fire, but the next moment, the fire spread through his body via his veins, as if countless red-hot knives were wildly stirring within, with every inch of muscle and bone uttering cries of agony.

His skin turned red and hot at a speed visible to the naked eye, even seeping tiny beads of blood. These beads vaporized into a blood mist upon emergence, enveloping him like a burning man.

”Ugh...”