I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

This punch carried no fancy techniques, only pure strength and speed, whooshing through the air straight towards Terreda's chest.

Terreda had no way to dodge. He could only cross his arms in front of his chest, while pushing his totem power to the extreme, causing the tattoo on his chest to erupt with a blinding red light.

"Boom——!"

The punch and palm collided, and Terreda, as if hit by a heavy blow, flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, fiercely crashing into a steel pillar behind him with a dull thud, then slowly sliding down to the ground, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and the totem tattoo on his chest dimmed.

Xiong stood still, his chest heaving slightly, but his expression was calm.

Qin Tian could see that Xiong was still holding back, not exerting his full strength. Moreover, this time Xiong was fighting purely with his physical body. If he used his spiritual energy, Terreda wouldn't last even two moves.

Terreda struggled to stand up, but Qin Tian raised a hand to stop him: "You lost."

Terreda lowered his head to look at his numb arms, then at Xiong's still upright figure, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes before ultimately turning into acceptance.

He hadn't lost unjustly; the physical strength of that guy was probably only comparable to a strong individual at the middle level tribal chieftain level.

He was still far off.

"I lost." Terreda's voice echoed in everyone's mind, with the straightforwardness unique to barbarian warriors, "From now on, my people and I will follow your command for five years."

"Good."

Qin Tian's face broke into a smile, then suddenly unleashed a powerful surge of spiritual power from his brow, spreading like an invisible tide, instantly enveloping the entire factory.

This spiritual power seemed gentle, yet carried an irresistible dominance. As it passed, the alloy chains binding the barbarians began to tremble violently.

"Crack… crack crack!"

The sound of shattering continued incessantly, as hundreds of thumb-thick alloy chain links shattered like fragile glass under the invisible pressure of the spiritual power, scattering pieces onto the ground.

The barbarians were momentarily stunned before erupting into incredulous joy—they hadn't even seen what Qin Tian did, yet the shackles that had bound them for days had already turned to dust.

Simultaneously, a green light gathered in Qin Tian's palm, showering down on every single barbarian like spring rain.

The wounds on the barbarian warriors, which were still hurting, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under the nourishment of the green light, and their qi and blood, sapped by long-term captivity, were rekindled.

"Roar——!"

Over a hundred excited howls rang out simultaneously, their red-hot qi and blood rising like flames from their bodies, casting a red glow over the dilapidated factory.

They moved their fully restored muscles and bones, which cracked with a series of crisp sounds, and looked at Qin Tian with newfound eyes.

Feng Mochuan, seeing this, pressed a button on the controller in his hand.

With a slight mechanical whirr, all the slave collars around the barbarians' necks released their clasps and fell to the ground, creating a dense clamor.

Those collars, symbols of humiliation and control, fell to the ground, their sound more exhilarating to the barbarian warriors than any war drum.

Terreda looked at the collar fragments at his feet, then at his excitedly shouting clansmen, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

"Thank you." His voice echoed in Qin Tian's mind, short but sincere.

Qin Tian waved his hand, his spiritual power and green light slowly retracting: "From today onwards, you are no longer slaves."

He swept his gaze over the group of newly freed barbarians, his voice steady and powerful, "In five years, I will provide you with the most sophisticated weapons and resources to make you even stronger. After five years, I will personally arrange for your return to your home star."

These words exploded like thunder in the barbarians' minds. They had thought that five years of service was just a way to barter for freedom, never expecting to receive such generous terms.

For a moment, the roars in the factory became even louder; this time, it was not a release of wildness, but an acknowledgment and allegiance to their new master.

Only sincerity can win true loyalty.

Qin Tian's series of actions earned the respect of all the barbarian warriors.