I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

”Who... who are you?” The black-robed man instinctively retreated a step, secretly gathering Dark Spiritual Energy in his hands, warily watching the white-clad person - he was sure he had never encountered such a formidable individual, whose appearance stirred a strong life-and-death crisis within him.

The white-clad person did not answer, instead slowly raised his right hand, a silver longsword appearing at his waist, its blade reflecting snowlight, shimmering like the galaxy.

”Then let me see if you can withstand a strike from this ’waste’.”

Before the voice faded, the sword light suddenly surged! A silver sword arc several feet long cascaded like the galaxy, instantly filling the black-robed man’s vision, the sword wind carrying bitter cold turning surrounding snowflakes into ice crystals.

The black-robed man’s pupils contracted sharply, with all his might concentrating a thick dark shield as his body moved quickly sideways, hoping to evade this lethal strike.

But the speed of the strike was extraordinarily fast, so fast he couldn’t react. The silver sword arc sliced through his dark shield like cutting tofu, effortlessly passing through his body.

”Pssh—”

The black-robed man’s body shuddered violently, standing motionless, a thin blood line slowly forming on his forehead.

Then, the blood line extended, dividing his body neatly into two halves, blood and organs spilling on the ground, quickly covered by falling snow, leaving only two torn black robes, slightly trembling in the cold wind.

The white-clad man’s silver longsword emitted a final radiance, which he slowly sheathed in a flowing motion as if he had merely waved his hand instead of dispatching a Tier Seven Spirit Mage.

He looked up towards the city in the distance, his gaze settling on the Dan Tower, with a subtle, unfathomable curve rising at the corner of his lips.