The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [429]

“Greenhead?!”

Lumine hadn’t expected it. Just when the battle was already won, Jia Changjiang suddenly lunged toward the seal ahead of them.

Kun Jun’s expression flashed with visible shock.

Zhongli watched Jia Changjiang’s back and couldn’t help but... sigh softly.

It seemed... this friend of his, this warrior from another world, wasn’t content with the way things had ended.

He... now sought to defy fate itself.

Black mist erupted from the sealing array—just when everyone else thought it was all over.

It surged forth with fury, remnants of Azhdaha’s hatred, resentment... the proud and poisonous malice born of his pain. And in the moment before it could vanish, it surged into Jia Changjiang’s body.

Just as Azhdaha’s benevolent will had once merged with Kun Jun... so too could Jiu, born of his darker thoughts, do the same.

And now...

Jia Changjiang had chosen to embrace that darkness.

“MORAX!!!!!!”

Stone crystals began forming across Jia Changjiang’s body, spreading over his black dragon armor and staining it with hues of Geo.

His teeth sharpened. From his forehead, a pair of curved stone horns slowly grew.

A gift—and a curse—of Azhdaha’s unrestrained power.

“Greenhead, what are you doing?! Greenhead!!”

Lumine shouted toward him.

“Morax!!!”

Jia Changjiang’s eyes had turned a piercing, blood-red. He roared at Zhongli, “Let us settle this—everything between us!”

“Bear witness... to the final contract between us!!!!”

“Azhdaha...” Zhongli looked at the half-draconic figure before him—Jia Changjiang, now horned and scaled. “Is this truly your decision?”

“This isn’t what I wanted things to come to.”

Zhongli sighed. “I did not wish to fight you.”

“No, Zhongli.”

Jia Changjiang’s voice had changed. Calmer now, steadier—no longer a roar of madness.

“This is Azhdaha’s choice. And mine.”

He tapped his temple, exhaling. “Sorry—I didn’t mean to yell. Just finished fusing with the guy. It took a second to adjust.”

“Now then... Zhongli. Morax.”

Jia called both names aloud. “Come face us in battle.”

“This is the will of Azhdaha—and of me, Jia Changjiang, your friend.”

He dropped his spear and shield, returning them to his system space.

In their place, he summoned a greatsword—crafted by the blacksmiths of Liyue Harbor.

“Zhongli, do you remember the wager we made when we first met?”

“You owe me a duel.”

“So... please don’t refuse.”

Geo energy pulsed along the greatsword’s edge. Earthen constructs began to form along the blade—growing, shaping themselves.

“You’ve probably already figured out why I’m doing this.”

Jia Changjiang’s physique had grown—empowered by Azhdaha’s force. Armor of rock had formed across his body, a unique fusion of dragon and man.

“I can’t accept it... I refuse to believe in fate. I refuse to believe that nothing can change.”

“I’m furious!”

He looked at Zhongli, and then to Kun Jun—the vessel of Azhdaha’s kind will. “That’s why... I won’t let it end here.”

“...”

Zhongli remained quiet, his gaze lingering on the transformed Jia Changjiang. Then he asked, softly:

“Are you Azhdaha... or Jia Changjiang?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Jia’s voice gentled.

“Right now... whoever I am, I am your friend.”

“And no matter who I am... I’ve come to fight you.”

“Morax... Zhongli.”

“Pick up your spear. Please. Don’t turn your back on me.”

Zhongli was silent.

Jia Changjiang turned to Kun Jun.

“...”

The two locked eyes.

Finally, it was Jia who spoke first.

“Are you content with how this ended?”

“...It’s not about contentment,” Kun Jun said. He hadn’t expected Jia Changjiang to suddenly take in the other will of Azhdaha.

“Erosion... it truly is terrifying,” Jia said quietly. “A law of the heavens—one no power can resist.”

“I think I’m starting to understand it now.”

“I’ve been eroding ever since the moment I arrived in this world.”

“There’s no going back for me.”

His voice dropped, deeper now. “Which side are you choosing? I don’t mind either way.”

Kun Jun was silent for a long moment. “Then... I’ll choose Morax. Just as we once did.”

“Good.”

Jia raised his greatsword.

“How does it feel? Liyue’s blacksmiths made this blade—cold-forged steel from a modern era.”

“A fine weapon,” Kun Jun nodded. “The skill of Liyue’s smiths hasn’t faded one bit.”

“Then lastly... Lumine.”

Jia turned to her, flashing a grin at her and Paimon. “I think I finally understand what Venti and Zhongli meant when they talked about erosion.”

“You beat me to it, Greenhead.”

Lumine eyed him, smirking. “And you had to go and get cooler again. Just like when you became that guy named Aatrox.”

“Well, I hate feeling powerless,” Jia said, meeting her gaze. “I hated the way I was before.”

“Same here!”

Lumine turned to Kun Jun.

“Kun!” she called. “Come into me! You said your strength’s running out, right?”

“Today... I’ll show Jia Changjiang what it really means when good triumphs over evil!”

Her eyes gleamed with determination as she looked at him.

Kun Jun hesitated, glanced at Zhongli, then back at Lumine.

“Alright.”

He turned and looked once more toward Jia Changjiang.

Within Jia’s body was the will—his other self—

Azhdaha’s consciousness.

And now... he no longer had enough strength left to sustain himself.

To avoid harming Kun Jun, the last of that will flowed into Lumine instead.

Paimon, trembling slightly, watched as half-dragon Jia Changjiang stood ahead, while Lumine’s figure now radiated with pale white light—and Zhongli, silently gripping his long spear.

Nervously, she clutched the unconscious Kun Jun in her arms and started dragging him away to safety.

“Now then… Morax.”

Jia Changjiang’s voice trembled with power, then softened.

“Let’s see this so-called fate…”

“What it really looks like.”

He stepped forward—and the earth beneath him shook.

“I am Azhdaha!!”

His voice rang low and thunderous. “Born of elemental crystal! Bearer of earth’s power and memory! Enduring as long as the mountains and seas—sharing the fate of heaven and earth!”

“I am… a Weapon Master! An ephemeral ant who shakes the trees—”

“A mortal born at dawn, fated to die by dusk…”

“But should I ever glimpse the truth—then let me die at dusk without regret!”

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