Genshin Impact's Incense Burner Of Liyue [527]

"Opponent matched. Arena initialization complete. Wishing you an exhilarating battle."

The announcement faded.

Gu Sanqiu's expression sharpened as his opponent emerged—a towering warrior clad in deep red battle armor, wielding a massive greatsword with both hands.

This guy was even bulkier than the standard-issue Snezhnayan meathead.

What the hell did this guy eat growing up?!

"A pleasure to introduce myself. I am Narcissus, warrior of the Blood Lion Tribe from Natlan. It is an honor to fight you."

The burly warrior performed a formal and precise bow, then stared blankly at Gu Sanqiu, clearly waiting for a response.

"Liyue native. Unaffiliated freelancer from Liyue Harbor—Gu Sanqiu. It's an honor to spar with you as well. Let's prioritize friendship and keep it light."

"No, no, no, my friend. Such thoughts are unworthy of a warrior."

Narcissus solemnly shook his head.

"This arena was forged by my god. We must fight with all our strength—let our battle burn with passion and fury, spreading our warrior spirit far and wide!"

Gu Sanqiu was utterly confused.

"Alright, sure, no problem. But let me ask—have you ever fought someone in this arena who attacked you mid-sentence before you could even stand properly?"

Because honestly, he’d almost done exactly that.

If he weren’t worried about some hidden ranking system affecting his final evaluation, this guy would’ve been skewered mid-monologue.

"Yes, but rarely. Only those without the heart of a true warrior resort to such tactics."

Narcissus spoke calmly.

"But in the end, they all fell beneath my blade."

"I walk my path, one step at a time, refining my warrior’s way. The actions of others do not concern me."

"Good! A man who understands things clearly!"

Gu Sanqiu burst into laughter.

"Then let's go!"

"Fight!"

With a thunderous roar, Narcissus—who had just moments ago been so polite and refined—unleashed a devastating downward slash.

There was no wasted movement—just sheer raw power.

Clearly, his technique had been polished to an extremely high level.

Gu Sanqiu flicked his spear repeatedly, forming a flurry of golden Mora-shaped parries.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Each strike redirected portions of the greatsword’s force, reducing its momentum.

Narcissus noticed Gu Sanqiu’s technique but didn’t falter.

That was simply the advantage of long weapons—it wasn’t enough to break his focus.

His sole objective remained the same:

Crush Gu Sanqiu’s skull!

Retreat and defend?

No.

That wouldn’t test how strong Narcissus' fighting spirit truly was.

In a free-for-all like the Strife for Ascendancy, he never would’ve fought this way.

Back then, his only strategy was simple—full-force aggression to obliterate the enemy.

But this was a one-on-one duel—and he wanted to see whether Narcissus' conviction matched his strength.

A warrior whose mind and power were misaligned was no warrior at all.

Even if they wielded world-ending strength, a mere knife wound could still send them crying for a doctor.

But Narcissus was not that kind of man.

His expression never wavered, his stance never broke—and in the end, both of them grinned in exhilaration.

Clang!

Spear and greatsword clashed mid-air, sparks bursting forth from the impact.

Narcissus' blade hovered just a hand's width from Gu Sanqiu!

"Glorious! Again!"

Gu Sanqiu twisted his grip, forcibly deflecting the greatsword.

Narcissus spun with the momentum, swinging his blade in a wide arc—this time, the flames along the edge roared to life, surging toward him!

"[Steady as a mountain]!"

A [Dragonscale Shield] erupted between them, obscuring Narcissus’ vision.

With the shield bolstering his confidence, Gu Sanqiu twisted his body, narrowly evading the greatsword’s main edge—then thrust his spear straight for his opponent’s head!

"[The great spirit of Natlan grants me strength]!"

Narcissus let out a battle cry—behind him, a faint spectral figure emerged, gripping Gu Sanqiu’s spear mid-thrust!

Natlan’s spirit?

What the hell is that?!

Gu Sanqiu had never seen such a thing before.

Must be some kind of combat manifestation.

Without hesitation, he vaulted upwards, dodging the greatsword’s next strike—then slammed both feet down to pin the blade beneath him, ensuring Narcissus couldn't swing it upwards into his groin.

Boom!

Flames erupted—the greatsword’s fire licked at his lower body, causing a crystalline reaction that steadily wore down his Rock Ridge Shield.

"Interesting. Judging by your strength, you’re no small fry in your homeland either."

Gu Sanqiu jumped back, swapping his spear for dual warhammers.

"But first—could you explain exactly what the hell this 'Natlan spirit' is?"

Out of respect for Narcissus' culture, he avoided phrases like "that thing" or "whatever the hell that was."

The man before him was a warrior worthy of respect.

"Once victory is decided, we will have five minutes to converse. During this time, you may remain in the arena at your discretion."

As he spoke, the spectral figure behind him began to shift—finally solidifying into a crimson eagle, circling above him, its gaze locked on Gu Sanqiu.

Seemingly waiting for the chance to strike him down.

"Hah. That look reminds me of a certain edgy girl I haven't met yet."

Gu Sanqiu grinned—then immediately swung his warhammer at Narcissus' head.

The dynamic between long and short weapons had shifted.

Narcissus hadn’t expected Gu Sanqiu to swap fighting styles this quickly, leaving him momentarily off balance.

Gu Sanqiu capitalized immediately.

Like a meteor crashing down, his heavy warhammer struck at blinding speed.

A relentless storm of attacks rained down.

Even Narcissus’ grip on his weapon began to weaken.

As for the Natlan spirit’s attack?

Gu Sanqiu completely ignored it.

As long as he kept refreshing his shields, he could withstand this level of elemental damage.

Pure elemental attacks were nothing unless they were massive concentrated bursts.

This is bad!

Narcissus’ arms ached, his grip failing.

His counterattacks grew weaker and weaker—and Gu Sanqiu noticed immediately, increasing his attack frequency even further.

"Even if I fall—I shall never surrender weakly!"

With a ferocious bellow, Narcissus surged forward, drawing upon his last reserves of strength to swing his greatsword in one final, desperate strike!

"Your stance is breaking!"

Gu Sanqiu suddenly threw his left warhammer like a hidden projectile.

It struck Narcissus’ blade—knocking his attack off course.

At the same time, his right warhammer slammed into Narcissus’ ribs!

The four stone pillars ignited, forming a flaming barrier between them.

Two coins—one gold, one silver—descended from above, hovering before each warrior.

"Battle concluded."

"Evaluation: High."

"Earned 1,000 Ancient God Coins."

"Opponent unlockable—Natlan Warrior."

"Next match begins in five minutes."

Gu Sanqiu grabbed the coin and examined it.

Aside from a flaming insignia, there were no other markings.

No way to tell what era this came from.

Could this thing have been minted on the spot?!

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