The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [172]

BOOM!

Explosive echoes of combat reverberated across Guili Plains.

Jia Changjiang and Xiao darted and clashed across the vast expanse, their strikes relentless as they evaded and counterattacked in a fierce, unrelenting battle.

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

Amid the chaos, the plains resonated with the sound of their combat and Jia Changjiang’s exhilarated laughter.

Xiao had yet to unleash his full power—a fact Jia Changjiang was keenly aware of.

The mask hung at Xiao’s waist, not yet donned, yet even so, every exchange left Jia Changjiang struggling to keep up.

For the first time since arriving in this world, Jia Changjiang felt such intense pressure in a head-to-head confrontation.

Xiao’s spear technique was nothing short of perfection, sharpened through the winds of battle and bolstered by the nimbleness of Anemo and the inhuman strength of an Adeptus. Without the windborne abilities Jia Changjiang had previously acquired, he might have already fallen.

Throughout their pursuit and combat, Xiao’s spear left numerous wounds on Jia Changjiang, and his blood began to stain his bare upper body red.

But the more injured he became, the more exhilarated Jia Changjiang felt. Each blow that landed brought his mind into sharper focus.

Xiao’s mastery of the spear was leagues beyond mortal comprehension—honed during the Archon War, it was a craft forged through endless bloodshed. Much like Xiao himself, his technique was deadly, unyielding, and razor-sharp.

Centuries of battle had refined Xiao’s spear skills to a level rivaling Jia Changjiang’s own martial expertise.

The burden Xiao carried, intertwined with his spear, was heavy—an inescapable karmic weight that starkly contrasted with the lightness of the wind he commanded.

After another exchange, a shallow wound appeared on Jia Changjiang’s body.

Xiao flicked his spear to clear the blood from its blade and turned to face Jia Changjiang, who was once again gripping his weapon tightly.

Every one of Xiao’s attacks aimed for a vital point, yet Jia Changjiang evaded or deflected them at the last possible moment—without fail.

Was it those golden eyes, which seemed to pierce through everything? Xiao frowned as he lunged again, his spear targeting Jia Changjiang’s weak points. Yet, as if foreseeing the strike, Jia Changjiang parried it effortlessly.

"Incredible! I absolutely love your spear technique!!!"

Jia Changjiang massaged his face, which ached from constant grinning, as he regarded Xiao. "Demon Conquering Yaksha, truly worthy of your name… The title of Vigilant Yaksha is well-deserved. Fantastic! Simply fantastic!!"

"......"

Xiao stared in silence at the bloodied yet smiling Jia Changjiang, hesitating momentarily before asking, "Liyue has no connection to you. Why would you go to such lengths for it?"

"Was it the Anemo Archon’s request? For the sake of his past friendship with Morax?"

For centuries, Xiao had cared only for purging the remnants of the Archon War—fallen gods defeated by Morax and sealed beneath Liyue’s stone.

Though their consciousness faded, their hatred and power lingered, corrupting the land. Xiao had never questioned his role in maintaining balance, nor had he understood why someone like Jia Changjiang would intervene in this conflict.

In Xiao’s eyes, even if Jia Changjiang had not appeared, Ningguang—the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing—would have successfully convinced the Adepti. The windborne mark on Jia Changjiang’s shoulder could only be a sign of the Anemo Archon’s involvement.

"The Anemo Archon? Haha~ Of course not. I’m not here because of him," Jia Changjiang replied, waving dismissively.

Taking the opportunity to regain some strength, he didn’t mind engaging in a bit of banter.

"Willing isn’t quite the word I’d use. It’s because of a contract... Sure, the Qixing could’ve handled this without me, but I thought it wasn’t enough."

Jia Changjiang’s gaze burned with determination. "If I win… wouldn’t that give the Adepti a reason to see what Liyue Harbor has become?"

"Do you know this saying?" Jia Changjiang addressed Xiao. "Heavenly deities do not descend, mortal efforts cannot ascend, and there is no connection between the two. This is the separation of heaven and earth."

"But I don’t like that saying! Between gods and mortals, Adepti and ordinary people, there’s no rule that says we must part ways. So... I came here to challenge that notion."

Jia Changjiang pressed his thumb against one of his wounds, smearing his blood before licking it with a grin.

"If I win..." Jia Changjiang laughed boisterously. "You Adepti will have to visit Liyue Harbor, to see what it’s truly like and hear the voices of its people after their Archon’s passing."

"How about it? Will you bet on it?"

Jia Changjiang raised his voice. "A wager counts as a contract, doesn’t it?"

Xiao furrowed his brow, staring at the battered man before him. "In your current state, you think you can defeat me?"

"If I don’t try… how will I know?"

Jia Changjiang spat out blood and grinned fiercely. "I’m not here to make people believe in me from the start."

"I’m here to show them, through my actions, that I can make the impossible possible!"

Charging forward, Jia Changjiang hurled his staff at Xiao with all his might.

The sound of the iron rings on the staff rang out clearly in the air.

"Come at me!!!!!!"

Jia Changjiang followed closely behind the flying staff, sprinting toward Xiao with reckless abandon. "I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t hold back!!!"

The staff howled through the air toward Xiao, who crouched slightly, dodging the weapon with ease. But just as he prepared to strike at the now unarmed Jia Changjiang, he noticed an iron chain attached to the staff’s end.

Not just the sound of the rings… but the faint clink of chains, Xiao realized too late.

Jia Changjiang yanked the chain with all his strength, pulling the staff back. Xiao, however, surged forward faster, aiming to end the fight while Jia Changjiang was defenseless.

As Xiao closed in, he saw the gleaming grin on Jia Changjiang’s face.

And then—Jia Changjiang raised his hands, now armed with a pair of iron gauntlets.

"I said it before the fight began… no trick is off-limits!"

Their eyes met, and in the next moment, Jia Changjiang’s fist gripped Xiao’s spear tip while the other drove into Xiao’s chest with full force.

"Vigilant Yaksha," Jia Changjiang declared, fists clenched tightly. "I’ve got one more title you should know."

"I am a Weapon Master."

Drawing his arm back, he struck with renewed fervor. "And a Weapon Master… never dies barehanded!"

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T/N: and scene

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