The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [64]

The demonic figure in the sky grew to an almost titanic size, its twisted form towering like a colossus. The massive blade it wielded had long transcended the realm of mortal weapons, its size and weight far beyond anything a human could wield.

The gargantuan demon and the maddened dragon clashed mid-air, their battle shaking the skies.

Dvalin, though momentarily cowed, roared in defiance and lunged at its opponent. Demon and dragon, both consumed by rage, fought with reckless abandon, their fury tearing through the storm around them.

The demon’s roar and the dragon’s screech sliced through the howling wind, resonating across the battlefield—a stage known only to the few who stood and watched.

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“How… How did Jia Changjiang become that?”

Diluc’s voice was tinged with disbelief.

He had once wielded the power of a Delusion—a dangerous, unstable power granted by the Fatui—but compared to the force emanating from the monstrous form of Jia Changjiang, his Delusion seemed laughably insignificant.

From the sheer magnitude of power to the madness that fueled it, the transformation was unlike anything Diluc had ever seen.

“That sword…” Diluc muttered, unable to take his eyes off the horrifying scene. “It’s nothing like a Delusion. It’s as if that sword holds a malice as vast as the Abyss itself.”

“Hey, bard! You’re the Anemo Archon, right? You must know what’s going on!”

Paimon’s voice trembled as she clung to Lumine’s arm, her courage barely enough to confront Venti with the question.

Venti shook his head. “I don’t know. That thing… that sword… it’s not of this world. And Jax is being consumed by its will.”

The Archon’s voice was somber as he observed the battle above. “Their wills are entwined now. If that sword’s malice were unchecked, none of us would be here to witness this.”

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“HAHAHAHA!”

In the sky, Dvalin’s fangs sank deep into the demon’s shoulder, tearing into its flesh. Blood sprayed, but the demon neither flinched nor recoiled.

Instead, it drove its colossal sword deep into Dvalin’s side, twisting the blade with cruel precision.

“Come closer, dragon!” the demon snarled, its voice dripping with malice. “Let me show you the depths of darkness!”

Dvalin roared in pain, wrenching away from the demon’s grip. Its claws ripped free a chunk of the demon’s shoulder, exposing grotesque, pulsating muscle beneath.

“Pain? Rage? Good! Fight me! I’ll grant you the only peace you’ll ever know—death!”

The demon’s words were a chaotic blend of arrogance and fury. Though it spoke, there was no rationality left—only the remnants of an overwhelming hatred now given voice.

Even as its flesh was torn apart, the demon’s wounds knitted themselves back together. Dvalin, too, stopped bleeding as Anemo energy surged around it, healing its injuries.

“Look at me, dragon!” the demon bellowed. “This body—this grotesque mockery of my former self! My brilliance was stolen! My glory erased! I am left to rebuild my form with crude, wretched scraps—but it is enough for slaughter!”

“My past forgotten! My conscience stolen! My soul imprisoned! I will never forget this hatred! NEVER!”

The demon’s blade swung wildly, clashing against Dvalin’s talons as the two spiraled through the air, locked in a deadly struggle.

“Life endures! Time marches on! And as long as it does… I will NEVER rest!”

The demon’s voice reverberated through the skies, carried on the winds.

“Once, I sought death and found none! Now, I give death freely and rejoice!”

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Far off, Abyss Mages watched the scene unfold from the edge of the battlefield, their gazes filled with both fascination and fear.

From beneath their masks, wary eyes fixed on the transformed Jia Changjiang.

“This power… it’s beyond anything the Abyss Order accounted for,” one muttered.

Another mage trembled at the sight. “That’s no ordinary human. Even for one from another world, this… this is monstrous. He’s matched against the Dragon of the East Wind—infused with Durin’s poisonous blood—and he’s holding his ground?”

The sheer force radiating from Jia Changjiang’s blade seemed to reach even the observing mages. Though they stood at a great distance, they felt an oppressive weight pressing against their very souls, as if the blade itself was poised to decapitate them.

Unable to bear it, some Abyss Mages turned and fled. Others remained, determined to record the outcome of this battle. Such power could not be ignored.

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“Lumine, Paimon, Diluc, Jean.”

Venti’s voice broke the silence among the onlookers. The bard stepped forward, the Holy Lyre materializing in his hands.

“I can use the wind to get you out of here. I’ll create a current to carry you to safety.”

Jean’s head snapped toward him. “And what about you, Lord Barbatos?”

“I have my own role to play,” Venti said with a faint smile. “I still owe Jax a song. And now seems like the perfect time to deliver it.”

Jean drew her blade, her expression resolute. “Then I’ll stay with you, no matter what.”

Diluc didn’t speak, but his stance made it clear he had no intention of leaving either.

Venti felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning, he saw Lumine’s determined expression.

“It’s not time to say goodbye yet,” she said firmly.

Paimon clung tightly to Lumine, her small frame trembling. “Paimon… Paimon’s not leaving either! Not until it’s over!”

For a moment, Venti’s face betrayed his inner conflict. Then, with a sigh, his usual smile returned.

“Very well. If that’s how it is…”

Venti’s hand rested on the strings of the Holy Lyre as he stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the battlefield above.

“Then let the world’s greatest bard perform a song worthy of this moment.”

Azure light enveloped Venti as he walked, obscuring his form. From his back, radiant white wings unfolded—not the ordinary Wind Glider, but something otherworldly and divine.

His green garments shimmered, transforming into a new, resplendent attire.

“The time has come,” Venti murmured, rising into the air as he plucked the harp’s strings.

For a moment, the chaos of the storm stilled.

“Follow the winds on high…”

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