I Picked Up Talents in the Interstellar Battlefield

"Sizzle—"
The Blood-robed Man's blood-colored orb on his fingertip suddenly expanded, and a massive amount of fresh blood surged out like a fountain, condensing into dozens of blood-colored spears in mid-air. They shot towards Qin Tian with a sharp whistling sound.
These spears glowed with a viscous sheen, and their tips emitted a venomous, eerie light, clearly containing a strange power.
At the same time, the surviving Soul-Type Mage, the one-armed Orc, and the Poison User also launched their attacks.
The Soul-Type Mage waved his staff, and pale blue soul power transformed into several soul chains, coiling around Qin Tian's limbs like spiritual snakes, attempting to restrict his movements; the Orc swung his left claw, creating a whistling wind, and pounced at Qin Tian's waist from the side, its scales rubbing against the air with a grating sound; the Poison User, meanwhile, once again flung out a large cloud of dark green poisonous mist. The mist quietly spread under the cover of demonic energy, enveloping Qin Tian's entire body.
Qin Tian was in the center of the valley, surrounded by enemies, with nowhere to retreat.
He took a deep breath, and the Devouring Soul Flame suddenly flared, forming a gray-black wall of fire, attempting to block the attacks of the blood spears and soul chains. However, the blood-colored spears seemed to ignore the flames, passing directly through the fire wall with no reduction in speed.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Qin Tian wielded his black frost blade, his wrists flicking as he parried several blood spears, his arm numb from the impact, yet he showed no sign of backing down.
There were simply too many blood spears. Using the force of the blade's rebound, his body spun and flipped like a top, narrowly dodging a blood spear that grazed his shoulder. His robe was torn by the spear tip, revealing the dark golden skin beneath.
Just as he evaded the blood spears, the Orc's left claw was already upon him.
Qin Tian's toes touched the ground, and his body suddenly sank three inches. The sharp claw, carrying a strong wind, swept over his head, its tip even brushing his hair.
But no sooner had he completed this evasive maneuver than the Soul-Type Mage's soul chains coiled around his right leg like a shadow.
"Hmph!"
Qin Tian let out a low growl, forcefully exerting his right leg. Dark energy surged down his meridians, actually shaking off the entanglement of the soul chains.
But this momentary stalemate allowed the Poison User's dark green poisonous mist to seize the opportunity.

He continued his spinning motion, and the black aura around him instantly surged. The Poisonous Serpent Body operated at full power. The poisonous mist collided with the aura layer, emitting a "sizzling" corrosive sound, yet it could not penetrate at all.
In just a few breaths, Qin Tian had already maneuvered amidst the pincer attack of blood spears, soul chains, sharp claws, and poisonous mist. The frequency of his footwork was so rapid it almost blurred into a continuous afterimage, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead—not from lack of strength, but because this seamlessly connected offensive left him no room to breathe, compressing even the slightest pause to adjust his breath.
Seeing this, the Blood-robed Man's lips curled into a sinister smile, and his sharp voice rang out again: "Surrender, your resistance is futile."
He formed hand seals, and the blood in the air surged again, condensing into a giant blood-colored battle-axe. It descended upon Qin Tian with the force to split mountains and crack stones.
Qin Tian's eyes narrowed. Facing a peak sixth-tier Spiritual Energy User, a head-on confrontation was clearly not a wise choice.
In that instant, a dense, inky dark aura suddenly erupted from his body. The shadows behind him churned wildly, and dozens of figures emerged in response.
Strangely, these figures were identical to Qin Tian's main body in appearance, aura, and even the tears in their robes.
Demon King Clone!
Swish, swish, swish—the clones shot towards the three masked figures like arrows from a bowstring, leaving only Qin Tian's main body to face the Blood-robed Man. He flipped his wrist, and the black frost blade, infused with the power of thunder, was suddenly drawn. The blade light, like lightning, struck the blood-colored battle-axe.
"Clang!"
Amidst the loud clang, the blood-colored battle-axe was not shattered, but its momentum suddenly stalled. Qin Tian used this momentary gap to shift his body about ten feet like a ghost, avoiding the powerful blow.
"Clones?"
The Blood-robed Man looked at the figures that suddenly appeared in the valley, a hint of disdain flashing in his narrow eyes.
Clone techniques were not ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) uncommon among Spiritual Energy Users, but such methods often consumed a lot of energy, and the clones themselves lacked independent consciousness, their combat power so weak they were practically cannon fodder.
"Have you run out of tricks?" He cackled shrilly, assuming Qin Tian was at his wit's end and was only using such a tactic to buy time.
However, the next moment, his smile froze on his face, and his pupils suddenly constricted. The speed of those clones was beyond imagination, like true specters weaving through the battlefield. They wielded battle blades condensed from dark power, their blade light sharp and solid, and they actually split into three groups, charging fiercely towards the three masked figures.
The Orc had barely raised its left claw to block when it was simultaneously attacked by several clones. A series of "thuds" sounded, and in just one exchange, it had more than a dozen deep, bone-visible wounds on its body.
The Poison User was even more miserable. The poisonous mist he flung out had no effect on the clones; those dark figures were completely unafraid of toxic erosion. Several battle blades fell simultaneously, instantly chopping him into several pieces.
Only the Soul-Type Mage reacted slightly faster, hastily activating his soul power to trigger a soul explosion, repelling the attacking clones and barely saving his life.
The Blood-robed Man watched this scene, the sinister smile on his face completely vanishing, replaced by incredulous shock.
These clones were not only fast and strong in combat, but they even understood coordinated combat—these were not cannon fodder at all, but dozens of combat entities with independent consciousness, their effectiveness no less than his Human Puppet Demon Statues.
But one had to know that the creation of Human Puppet Demon Statues was extremely difficult; how many merits had he accumulated in the Blood Demon Sect over the years to obtain four Human Puppet Demon Statues?
Yet, this guy in front of him could condense dozens of clones in an instant.
It was simply outrageous.
Boom!
Dozens of times more blood than before surged from the orb, churning like a tsunami in the valley. Blood-colored waves, dozens of feet high, swept towards all the clones and Qin Tian's main body.
If he didn't act now, the remaining two Human Puppet Demon Statues would also be torn to shreds!
Seeing the sea of blood pressing down, Qin Tian's eyes flashed. Instead of dodging, he allowed the surging blood to engulf him and all his clones.
"He didn't dodge?"
The Blood-robed Man was startled at first, then a cold sneer appeared on his face. This sea of blood contained the blood poison and corrosive power he had cultivated for many years. Even a peak sixth-tier powerhouse would be drained of their vital blood and turned into withered bones if submerged in it. This kid dared to be so arrogant and resist it head-on?
"Arrogant and foolish! Do you really think you can withstand the erosion of the sea of blood?" He cackled shrilly, frantically forming hand seals, urging the Blood Spirit Orb to accelerate its operation, vowing to completely refine Qin Tian in the sea of blood.
However, the next second, his wild laughter abruptly stopped.
The Blood-robed Man was horrified to discover that the originally surging sea of blood was actually diminishing at a visible rate. The waves had shrunk by half in just a few breaths, and the blood color had become much dimmer.
He quickly focused his gaze, and through the rolling blood waves, he vaguely saw hundreds of vines emerging from the sea of blood. The surface of the vines was covered with thorns, and every leaf was greedily sucking the blood!
"Not good!" The Blood-robed Man's face suddenly changed drastically. He finally understood why Qin Tian hadn't dodged—this was a trap!
He frantically shifted his spiritual power, wanting to activate the Blood Spirit Orb to recall the blood, but it was already too late.
The vines seemed to have transformed into black holes. The thorns on their surface glowed with an eerie red light, and their suction power suddenly increased a thousandfold.
The blood in the sea of blood rushed towards the vines as if it had found an outlet. Even the Blood Spirit Orb trembled violently, as if it was about to be forcibly torn apart by this terrifying suction.
In just ten breaths, the entire sea of blood in the valley was sucked dry, leaving only a mess of black earth. Zyra's vines, meanwhile, had grown thicker, with an eerie red light flowing over their surface, their leaves gently swaying, as if silently mocking the Blood-robed Man.