The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [48]

Jia Changjiang’s sudden arrival broke the tense silence as he loosed another flaming arrow at the Ice Abyss Mage. The Abyss Mage, clutching its injured shoulder from the earlier explosion, hastily raised an elemental shield.

The arrow, coated in blazing flaming flower powder, struck the shield, causing it to flicker and crack.

Terrified, the Abyss Mage scrambled behind Dvalin’s massive form for cover.

“Outlander!!”

The Abyss Mage glared at Jia Changjiang with venom in its voice.

“I know you! You’re the brute who slaughtered one of my kin!”

It sneered, masking its fear. “You don’t belong to this world. You’re just a mere mortal, and yet you dare meddle in the affairs of a dragon?!”

Raising its staff, the Abyss Mage began gathering elemental energy.

The temperature dropped sharply as ice elemental power coalesced in the sky above Starsnatch Cliff. Glimmering shards of frost hovered ominously, poised to rain down destruction.

“Do you think... a mere mortal like you can accomplish anything?!” the Abyss Mage snarled.

“Shut up. I’m not here for you.”

Jia Changjiang’s cold words weren’t directed at the Abyss Mage, but at Dvalin.

“East Wind Dragon,” he called out, voice unwavering. “Do you really think we lack the strength to hunt you down?!”

“ROAR!!!”

Dvalin’s furious bellow shook the cliffside, his rage threatening to overflow. His wings stirred a vortex of wind, the tempest lashing at everyone present.

Jia Changjiang’s voice remained steady, cutting through the chaos.

“Are you denying it? How much longer can you burn through your own power like this? How strong can you truly be?”

Sensing an opportunity, the Abyss Mage’s voice rang out, laced with malice.

“You hear that, dragon? They’ve entertained the thought of hunting you! They’re your enemies now! A cursed dragon like you has no allies!”

Before the Abyss Mage could continue its manipulation, another arrow zipped through the air, shattering the ice mage’s words mid-sentence.

“If you dare interrupt my conversation with the dragon again,” Jia Changjiang growled, nocking four arrows at once, “you’ll die a death far worse than your kin!”

Each arrowhead gleamed ominously, their lethal intent clear.

Jia Changjiang strode to the cliff’s edge, positioning himself as a barrier between Dvalin and the others.

The dragon, seething with anger, hesitated under his steady gaze. Despite its fury, there was a strange, tense calm in the air, a balance that could shatter at any moment.

“Human!” Dvalin’s voice, raw with rage and pain, echoed like thunder. “Is it Barbatos who sent you to hunt me?!”

“If we were here to hunt you,” Jia Changjiang said, his voice unflinching, “we wouldn’t have summoned you with the Holy Lyre’s melody.”

His words cut deep.

“Besides... do you think I alone wouldn’t be enough to kill you?”

Their eyes locked, mortal and dragon. Dvalin’s crimson-stained eyes burned with fury, but Jia Changjiang’s gaze held no fear.

For a fleeting moment, Dvalin felt a jolt of unease—primal, instinctual. A sense of danger crept into his heart. This man, this mortal, radiated a presence that defied logic.

“Let me be clear,” Jia Changjiang continued, his voice firm.

“Our fight isn’t over. I refuse to settle for an unfinished battle. Even if you fall into the Abyss, I’ll drag you out myself to finish what we started!”

“East Wind Dragon, Dvalin!!!”

Standing tall at the peak of Starsnatch Cliff, Jia Changjiang’s voice rang out like a war cry.

“If you wish to abandon reason and embrace the beast within... then let us settle this like beasts!

Let us fight in the purest way—where your anger and hatred can be laid bare!

If words cannot soothe your fury... then let us clash, tooth and claw, until only the truth remains!”

The storm paused for a breath, as if even the winds held their breath.

Dvalin, his rage and pain still simmering, stared at the man before him.

“Human...” the dragon rumbled. “I will remember you.”

With a final roar, Dvalin turned and soared into the sky, his massive wings kicking up a fierce gale as he vanished into the horizon.

The winds settled, leaving only the group atop Starsnatch Cliff, and an air of unease.

“Why did Mr. Jax provoke the dragon like that?!” Paimon protested. “Doesn’t that make everything we’ve done pointless?”

“No... Jia Changjiang did it for Dvalin,” Venti said quietly.

Paimon tilted her head in confusion, but Venti’s gaze was distant as he murmured, “Now, Dvalin’s anger will weigh solely on him.”

Jean placed a hand on Venti’s shoulder.

“Bar—” She paused, catching herself. “Lord Venti, are you alright?”

Venti smiled faintly. “Haha... to be recognized, even after all this, is a little embarrassing. But thank you for still calling me by this name.”

Diluc, his voice calm and measured, broke the moment.

“Can the Holy Lyre still be used to summon Dvalin?”

Venti shook his head. “Not anymore. In his current state, the harp alone won’t reach him.”

“But,” Venti added, his gaze shifting to Jia Changjiang, “there’s still a way.”

Before he could elaborate, Jia Changjiang nodded, as if already understanding.

“If you need someone to take down the East Wind Dragon head-on... leave it to me.”

His voice was steady.

“Give me a little time to prepare, and I’ll hunt down even the gods if I must.”

“The Holy Lyre won’t bring him back,” Jia Changjiang said to the group. “So we’ll go to him ourselves.

If his rage can’t be extinguished, then let him unleash it all. I’ll handle the rest.”

Jean couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Jax... why are you doing so much for Mondstadt?”

“It’s nothing,” he replied, slinging the massive bow onto his back. “I just want to drink with my friends without seeing them cry. That’s reason enough.”

Venti chuckled at his words. “Such kindness... though I wasn’t crying!”

“Thank you for everything, Mr. Jax,” Jean said firmly. “The Knights of Favonius won’t forget your deeds.”

Lumine frowned. “Dvalin is still in danger. The Abyss Mages seem to have done something else to him.”

“We need to address the source of the corruption,” Diluc stated. “I’ll use my network to track those creatures down.”

“Diluc really does protect Mondstadt in his own way,” Paimon said admiringly.

“Hmph...”

“Wait for my signal,” Diluc said. “They’ll learn the hard way that there are lines even the Abyss Order cannot cross in Mondstadt.”

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At the ruins of the Stormterror’s Lair...

A golden figure, strikingly similar to Lumine, stood atop a cliff, gazing at Dvalin as he returned to the ruins.

An Ice Abyss Mage floated behind them, bowing deeply.

“Your Highness... an unexpected outlander has appeared.”

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