The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [129]

Wind. Jia Changjiang never imagined that the first time he would fully utilize the Windcatcher technique—awarded from one of his quests—would be against Jean.

During their previous battle, the winds surrounding Jean had been invisible to him, an intangible force that supported her.

But now…

The wind, representing protection and freedom, was as clear to him as if he could touch it.

As the ancient texts of Teyvat described, there are a thousand kinds of wind in this world, and if divided further, each person’s wind is unique.

Through his growing connection with the wind, Jia Changjiang had come to admire its infinite forms.

Though Windcatcher was labeled as a quest reward, the knowledge it had imparted felt more like an intimate experience—a bond with the wind itself.

The thousand winds differ; the breeze surrounding each individual is distinct.

Jia Changjiang’s blade pierced through Jean’s protective winds, grazing close enough to almost strike her before she deftly parried the attack with her sword.

Even so, a flicker of surprise crossed her face.

He’s changed.

Compared to their last battle, Jia Changjiang had an acute understanding of the winds that shielded her.

But for Jia Changjiang, nothing else existed in his mind but Jean and the eternal winds around her.

Among those wielding Anemo Visions, Jean was the only one he had come to know well. And according to Venti, every wind, no matter how small, carried its own unique character and will.

The wind knows the name and story of every soul.

Though Barbatos had never seated himself on a throne, the winds were his companions, friends, and family—sentient forces observing the lives of the people of Teyvat.

Jia Changjiang had often wondered what kind of wind might surround him.

When he once asked Venti this question, the bard had smiled mischievously.

“Your wind?” Venti mused, resting his wine cup on Jia Changjiang’s shoulder. “It’s the most defiant, reckless, and unbridled wind I’ve ever seen.

“People like you either disappear in the chaos of their own storm… or become legends sung for generations.”

Venti had chuckled, raising his glass. “But knowing you, Jax, you wouldn’t care about such things. After all, no matter the element…

“You’d seize it, shape it, and make it your own.”

Jia Changjiang’s musings cleared as quickly as they came, his mind now focused entirely on the battle.

“Hahahaha!”

Laughing loudly, he charged directly toward Jean, his body crashing into her defensive perimeter like a force of nature.

Warm-up was over.

Now, it was time to ignite the flames of battle.

“Jean!”

With a forceful stomp, Jia Changjiang closed the gap between them, narrowing their distance to less than a meter.

“Show me the wind you trust, the ideals you fight for! Where do they stand now?”

He swung his longsword in a powerful arc, forcing Jean to lean back and dodge.

“That unshakable sense of responsibility…” Jia Changjiang laughed, his voice carrying through the winds. “Can it help you see your true duty?”

“You admire Mondstadt’s hero, Vanessa, don’t you?”

“Last time, I saw your strength. Now, let me see how much responsibility fuels it! As the Lionfang Knight… and the Dandelion Knight!”

“Come!”

Jia Changjiang’s sword swept through the air with precision, its movements calculated and forceful.

His eyes darted, analyzing the wind patterns around Jean, pinpointing openings in her defenses. He attacked relentlessly, exploiting every weak spot he could find.

Though Jean’s sword parried his strikes with precision, she couldn’t shake the feeling of vulnerability.

It was as if Jia Changjiang could see through her entirely.

Unnerved, Jean created distance between them, the Anemo energy from her Vision swirling around her. The protective gust gave her a moment to catch her breath.

In Teyvat, the elemental energy drawn from a Vision often reflected its wielder’s will.

Jean’s uncertainty was clear. Yet this doubt wasn’t a burden holding her back—it was a challenge she was determined to overcome.

“Lionfang Knight, is this all you’ve got? Where’s the wind you showed me before? Let it blow again!”

Jia Changjiang halted his offensive, circling Jean deliberately. His words weren’t taunts—they were a challenge, meant to push her forward.

Jean Gunnhildr, the young southern lion of Mondstadt, carried the weight of both her titles: the Lionfang Knight and the Dandelion Knight.

Afraid of failing to live up to the legacy of her predecessors, she worked harder than anyone else.

Their previous duel had revealed the conviction that had earned Jean her Vision.

But now, Jia Changjiang sought to see her growth—to see the will of the Dandelion Knight burn brighter than before.

In his hand, Jia Changjiang wielded only a simple longsword.

But who said the Weapon Master needed the best weapon to enjoy a fight?

As long as there was a worthy opponent, wasn’t that enough?

The southern lion, protector of Mondstadt, one of the Four Winds who rivaled Dvalin… Jia Changjiang wasn’t just challenging Jean. He was testing the spirit of the Lionfang and Dandelion Knights who had come before her.

If guiding her through combat meant inspiring her winds to howl stronger, he would gladly do so.

This duel wasn’t just about exchanging blows—it was a dialogue between their blades.

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“Hahahaha!”

Jia Changjiang’s booming laughter echoed across the plains as their swords clashed again and again. His unrestrained attacks showcased his strength and joy in the fight.

The metallic symphony of their blades clashing filled the air, making Paimon wince from the sidelines.

“Traveler, is Mr. Jax taking this too seriously? What if someone gets hurt?!”

Paimon’s worry grew as she watched Jia Changjiang’s relentless assault.

“Relax. Jax knows his limits,” Lumine reassured her. Then, cupping her hands, she called out, “Jean! You’ve got this! Show Jax the strength of the Dandelion Knight!”

She added with a grin, “Everyone in Mondstadt admires you, Jean—and so do I!”

Lumine’s voice, carried by the wind, reached Jean’s ears.

Jean’s expression grew resolute as the winds around her strengthened.

She began to understand why Jia Changjiang had initiated this duel.

“Jax, forgive my discourtesy,” she said, her voice clear and steady.

The winds surrounding her condensed, flowing seamlessly with her resolve.

“For the songs of Mondstadt, for its freedom, I will be its shield…”

Her grip on her sword tightened.

“I became the Dandelion Knight for every citizen of Mondstadt.”

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