The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [233]

“Allow me to explain,” Xingqiu began. “Centuries ago, the Guhua Clan was indeed renowned throughout Liyue for its mastery of both spear and sword techniques. However, the clan has since fallen into decline. Even so, the three signature techniques passed down through the generations—the spear art Piercing Light, the sword art Raincutter, and the dual spear-sword technique Cycle of Subjugation—have continued to evolve. Yet, despite the refinement of technique, their power has gradually diminished. That, I believe, is the root cause of the clan’s waning influence.”

He raised three fingers as he elaborated, his tone thoughtful.

“Nevertheless, the martial arts of the Guhua Clan are far from useless. With ancient texts as guides, the essence of the old techniques can still be reconstructed and practiced.

“My father initially permitted me to study under the Guhua Clan with the assumption that their swordsmanship was flashy but impractical. Yet, during my time there, I gained a great deal.” Xingqiu lowered his hand and glanced at Jia Changjiang. “You bring this up, I assume, because Lumine mentioned her studies in swordsmanship?”

“If you wish to learn more, while I cannot reveal everything due to the clan’s rules, there are certain principles I can certainly share,” he offered with a polite smile.

“Is that so?” Jia Changjiang rested his chin on his hands, his elbows on the table, as he studied Xingqiu intently. “Why is it, though, that despite improving its techniques, the Guhua Clan’s arts have grown weaker? Surely, there’s a reason for that?”

“It’s not exactly a secret,” Xingqiu replied, contemplating for a moment. “Through my studies, I’ve come to understand that both spear and sword arts ultimately stem from a principle akin to ocular techniques.”

“Ocular techniques?” Jia Changjiang’s curiosity deepened.

“In Liyue’s martial philosophy, the idea of wielding a weapon as if it were an extension of one’s body is widespread. But going a step further, weapons—particularly in Guhua teachings—are often viewed as extensions of the Vision. The Vision is an external magical organ, yet it also functions as part of one’s body. Thus, the essence of these arts is inseparably linked to one’s Vision,” Xingqiu explained.

“This realization came to me during my time with the Guhua Clan. Lumine has remarkable talent—she’s already grasped some of the core principles. But I noticed, Jia Changjiang, that I’ve never seen you use a Vision. May I ask which one you wield?”

Xingqiu’s question betrayed no suspicion, only curiosity. It was clear that Lumine’s Anemo Vision—granted by Barbatos but in truth a counterfeit—had managed to mislead him.

“Mr. Jax doesn’t have a Vision!” Paimon declared proudly, puffing up her chest as if she were the one being praised. “That’s why he’s so amazing!”

“No Vision?” Xingqiu and Chongyun both froze at the revelation.

While a Vision wasn’t the sole indicator of strength, the idea that someone could repel an Archon’s forces without one was nearly unthinkable.

“Correct, I don’t have a Vision,” Jia Changjiang confirmed. “So… does that mean someone without a Vision would find it difficult to practice your martial arts?”

“That… is hard to say,” Xingqiu admitted after a moment of thought. “Given the decline of the Guhua Clan in recent years, it’s impossible to be certain.”

As he mulled this over, Xiangling appeared with several freshly prepared dishes, setting them on the table with practiced ease.

“How about this,” Jia Changjiang suggested, picking up his chopsticks and pointing them toward the center of the table. “After we eat, let’s head to an open space and spar. I’ll take on all three of you at once!”

“What?”

“Not with full force,” Jia Changjiang clarified with a grin. “Only with martial arts. If you three manage to beat me, I’ll treat you to dinner. Sound fair?”

“You can use your elemental powers—I don’t mind. I just want to see this ‘ocular technique’ of Xingqiu’s and Chongyun’s exorcist arts in action.”

His confident smile and casual challenge stirred a spark of competitiveness in Xingqiu and Chongyun.

Though neither was particularly eager to fight, they couldn’t help but be intrigued. How exactly did Jia Changjiang plan to fight all three of them without a Vision?

Lumine, noticing the rising excitement at the table, simply bowed her head and focused on her meal.

If they’re going to fight Jax, they’d better eat first, she thought to herself, digging into her food.

After all, Xingqiu and Chongyun had no idea what they were up against. Using pure martial arts? He might as well be giving them a free lesson…

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Once their meal was finished, the group followed Xingqiu to a dojo he rented for their sparring session. The venue was spacious and luxurious, its training area lined with racks displaying an array of weapons—the full spectrum of Liyue’s famed eighteen arms.

At one end of the training ground, Jia Changjiang was stretching and limbering up, shaking off the fullness from their hearty meal.

As he moved, his gaze alternated between the two young men in front of him.

He already knew Lumine’s capabilities, but Xingqiu and Chongyun’s techniques intrigued him. Combined with the powers of their Visions, their martial prowess promised to be something worth observing.

“Are you really planning to face all three of us at once?” Xingqiu asked hesitantly.

Though Xingqiu had initially been inclined to refuse, Lumine had insisted they all fight together—though her positioning behind him and Chongyun felt suspicious.

“Yes,” Jia Changjiang confirmed with a firm nod, rolling his shoulders as he faced the trio.

“There’s something off about martial arts that rely solely on a Vision,” he mused aloud. “Let me test it for myself. Martial arts… shouldn’t be something only the strong can wield.”

He stepped toward the weapon rack, selecting a longsword with his left hand and a heavy broadsword with his right.

“Don’t worry,” he added with a smirk, “Lumine’s already itching for a fight. See?”

Xingqiu and Chongyun turned to see Lumine gripping her sword, a fierce glint in her eyes.

“Jax! This time, with all three of us, we’re definitely going to win! No way we’ll lose again!” she declared.

“Traveler! Bookworm! Chongyun! Let’s do this!” Paimon cheered from the sidelines, pumping her fists.

Her enthusiastic rally only strengthened Xingqiu and Chongyun’s suspicions that the odds were still stacked in Jia Changjiang’s favor.

Just how strong was he?

Chongyun, feeling the heat of battle creep up on him, bit down on an ice cube to keep himself cool as he hefted his claymore.

Xingqiu, not to be outdone, drew a longsword from the weapon rack, holding it with practiced precision.

“Mr. Jia,” he said, raising his blade, “please, teach us well.”

“Gladly,” Jia Changjiang replied, his confident smile unwavering as he assumed his battle stance. “Let’s have a proper spar.”

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