The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [92]

After placing a makeshift mask on Klee, Jia Changjiang leapt down from the high vantage point into the coliseum-like ruins below, leaving Klee safely on the ledge above.

Before jumping, he spoke to her seriously:
“If any hunters try to hurt the fluffies, Klee, you need to chase them away.”

“And if… they refuse to leave, show them your Vision and bombs!”

Only after saying this did Jia Changjiang descend into the trial grounds.

Once inside, he activated the system’s identification function, which displayed the following text before him:

Andrius, King of Boreal Wolves:
Also known as Boreas, once the Frost King of Mondstadt, now a spirit that guards Wolvendom. A god who accepted only the abandoned and the outcast.

The gods bore the weight of their responsibilities to their loved ones. Yet Andrius alone accepted abandoned children and wanderers, believing humanity brought only disappointment, though the innocence of children was untouched by such flaws.

The wolves chose the children, and if the children chose the wolves in return, they became Lupical—a family bound by fate.

However, for a wolf who claimed to despise humanity, the gaze it cast upon the forsaken was unbearably gentle…

Reading this, and feeling the unseen eyes upon him, Jia Changjiang realized with certainty that the King of Boreal Wolves was watching.

Still…

Jia Changjiang furrowed his brow as he read the detailed identification text.

What’s with this tsundere old wolf?

Even its description in the system seemed to contradict itself.

Nevertheless, the spirit of the once-powerful King of Frost was undeniably strong—a worthy and formidable opponent.

As a former god, its strength alone justifies my being here.

Placing the handle of his axe against his chest, Jia Changjiang addressed the empty space before him:
“King of Boreal Wolves, Andrius… may I have the honor of meeting you face to face?”

Though his tone carried respect, his grip on the axe tightened, his hand trembling with barely contained excitement.

The strong deserved respect. The strong deserved to be challenged. The strong deserved to have their power witnessed.

The quieter and more composed Jia Changjiang appeared on the surface, the more evident it became that his anticipation was ready to burst from within.

“King Wolf, fight me! Battle me once!” he exclaimed, his voice steady but intense, his knuckles white from his grip on the axe. “This is the reason I’ve come to find you.”

“…Human.”

After a long silence, a shadowy figure emerged on the rocky wall of the trial grounds—a colossal wolf’s head.

“This is no place for you. Leave.”

“You carry the scent of Barbatos. Leave this land… and I will let this matter go.”

Jia Changjiang had not expected Andrius to respond so readily.

“That’s it? You’re just going to let me leave?” Jia Changjiang smirked, staring directly at the spectral wolf. “That’s too disappointing.”

“I came here to challenge a strong opponent, and you… you are the strongest I’ve found. If I walk away now, I’ll regret it for a long time.”

It was clear—Jia Changjiang had no intention of leaving.

“To wake me for a mere challenge?” the wolf’s voice rumbled with restrained fury. “I was willing to show mercy because you meant no harm. But if you persist in your folly, you’ll leave me no choice!”

The air grew frigid in an instant, a chilling wind swirling through the trial grounds.

From her vantage point above, Klee peeked out from behind a pillar, her wide eyes hidden beneath her mask.

A massive wolf, its body formed from frost and raging winds, stepped out of the wall.

“I spared you because you warned Razor of the hunters. But… this is a wolf’s domain!”

The frost wolf advanced toward Jia Changjiang, its voice echoing with icy authority. “Leave!”

The biting wind lashed against Jia Changjiang’s face like blades, a testament to the wolf’s overwhelming presence.

Even standing before Andrius, Jia Changjiang could feel its power pressing down on him.

Klee, however, didn’t seem fazed by the wolf’s might. Her eyes sparkled with awe.

“It’s soooo fluffy!”

“Haaah…”

Jia Changjiang exhaled deeply, steadying himself. He sheathed his battle axe.

Against such an opponent, wielding only his axe wouldn’t suffice—he didn’t trust himself to emerge victorious with that alone.

Unlike Dvalin, who had been consumed by madness, the King of Boreal Wolves was a true god of the past. The Frost King of Mondstadt, Andrius was calm and composed, his anger cold and measured like an unyielding glacier.

“I understand. This is your domain… and now isn’t the right time for a challenge,” Jia Changjiang admitted. “But foreign black wolves attacked humans and violated the rules you set. Now humans seek revenge on the wolf pack, threatening Razor’s Lupical.”

“I can drive the hunters away. Let humans deal with human affairs,” he continued gravely. “But the black wolves… you wouldn’t want humans to handle them, would you?”

“I ask for only one thing, one thing alone!”

Jia Changjiang spread his arms wide before the King Wolf. “I want to battle the strong—like you!”

“You can see it clearly. I have no Vision, no ability to wield elemental powers. In this world, I am a mere mortal. But… I crave victory. I crave the chance to experience the strength of my opponents!”

Standing unflinchingly before Andrius, Jia Changjiang declared, “Will you grant me this?”

Andrius’s voice, frigid and penetrating, responded:
“If all you crave is battle, why help the wolf pack?”

“Because they’re Razor’s Lupical, aren’t they?” Jia Changjiang replied. “I see great potential in Razor. He’s incredibly gifted… even if I don’t have much to teach him. I respect his desire to protect his Lupical, to protect his friends.”

Jia Changjiang grinned.

“If power were a tangible thing, there’d be countless reasons to pursue it!”

“Protection, family, friendship—these are all valid reasons!”

“I pursue victory! But…”

He locked eyes with the Frost King. “The joy of victory is something I’m willing to share with anyone. And the happiness that comes with triumph… it rightfully belongs to all who share in that victory.”

“This is the victory I crave!”

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