Childe charged at Jia Changjiang and Lumine, his water-formed arrows manifesting instantly on his bow and hurtling toward them.
As for Paimon…
She was of no interest to Childe. Weaklings didn’t belong in the heat of battle. For now, his focus was entirely on enjoying the feast before him—two worthy opponents.
The arrows streaked toward Jia Changjiang, but he didn’t dodge. Dragging his massive claymore behind him, he swung it directly at the incoming projectiles.
Despite the weight of the weapon, Jia Changjiang’s movements were anything but clumsy. His claymore cleaved through the watery arrows with precision, splitting them cleanly in two.
Though the blade was an ordinary forge-crafted weapon, it held firm under his control, neutralizing Childe’s attack. With every step forward, the distance between the two warriors shrank rapidly.
“Bows…” Childe said as he discarded his weapon. “Not exactly my forte.”
In the next moment, the watery bow split into twin blades of pure hydro energy, forming sharp weapons in Childe’s hands. He met Jia Changjiang’s downward strike head-on.
The collision of Jia Changjiang’s steel and Childe’s hydro-forged blades didn’t produce the metallic clang of swords clashing. Instead, it was the sound of splashing water, accompanied by an oppressive tension that filled the air.
Both men wore exhilarated expressions, their eyes locked in unspoken understanding.
Jia Changjiang grinned fiercely, his pupils reflecting Childe’s figure, and Childe’s eyes mirrored the same intensity.
Though Jia Changjiang remained silent to maintain his breathing rhythm, his focus was absolute. Every ounce of his willpower was channeled into this battle, where each movement carried life-and-death stakes.
Their weapons collided repeatedly, water spraying as the twin hydro blades met Jia Changjiang’s claymore. Each strike was delivered with the force of their entire being, neither holding anything back.
Childe’s youthful, almost boyish face was alight with arrogance and glee. He reveled in the fight as much as Jia Changjiang did.
Both believed themselves destined to be the victor.
Then, with a sharp crack, Jia Changjiang’s claymore snapped under the relentless assault.
The shattered blade left shards slicing across his shoulder and cheek, drawing thin lines of blood. Yet Jia Changjiang didn’t falter.
Gripping the broken weapon, he stepped in closer, slashing at Childe with the jagged remains. At the same time, his free hand reached for a spear embedded in the ground nearby—a weapon he had deliberately placed earlier.
The broken claymore narrowly missed Childe’s face, forcing him to evade. In that moment, Jia Changjiang swung the spear, its arc connecting with Childe’s watery blades and sending him flying back.
The distance between them widened once more.
Jia Changjiang discarded the broken claymore, twirling the spear with practiced ease before leveling its tip at Childe.
“And me? I don’t have any weaknesses when it comes to weapons,” Jia Changjiang declared. “For this fight, I came prepared. Every weapon here is for you. How does it feel?”
“Hahaha!” Childe laughed heartily. “When Signora told me about someone without a Vision or Delusion, yet with monstrous strength, I had my doubts…”
“But she wasn’t lying this time. The thrill of life comes from finding foes like you—enemies who make you feel truly alive!”
Childe turned his gaze toward Lumine, beckoning her with a gesture. “Why don’t you join in? The two of you together should make for an exhilarating fight!”
“So long as you can handle my full strength, of course!”
Childe’s body tensed as he prepared for the next phase. Purple lightning sparked around him, replacing the hydro energy from earlier. A spear of crackling electro energy materialized in his hands.
“Now let’s see how you fare against the Harbinger’s might!” Childe’s voice brimmed with confidence. “No more games—let’s settle this with real blood and steel!”
“He’s so full of himself! Traveler, don’t lose to him!” Paimon exclaimed, clenching her tiny fists in frustration.
Lumine took a deep breath, clenching her own fists as she assessed her current power.
“I’ve recovered enough… This should be enough to handle him,” she muttered to herself.
“You arrogant fool! I’m not losing to you!” Lumine declared, stepping forward. “And I don’t mind a two-on-one fight!”
Now it was her turn to join the fray.
“No,” Childe interrupted, sliding on his signature mask. The dark power of his Delusion surged forth, amplifying his aura. “The more opponents, the better!”
He exuded confidence, his gaze darting between Lumine and Jia Changjiang.
“Neither of you have Visions, yet you wield such incredible power… I can’t wait to see just how far you can push me!”
Jia Changjiang cut in, his voice sharp. “I’ll defeat you.”
Childe raised an eyebrow, only for Jia Changjiang to continue, grinning.
“And just like you, I’m excited to see what you’re capable of! Show me the power the Tsaritsa gave you. Can it truly rival a god’s strength?”
Jia Changjiang’s entire body trembled with excitement.
“You’re the main course, Childe. I’ve saved you for last.”
His roar echoed through the Golden House, reverberating with intensity.
“Let’s continue!”
“COME!”
The shout was like a gunshot, spurring all three into motion.
Jia Changjiang clashed with Childe, their spears entangling in a whirlwind of steel and lightning. Each strike was aimed with deadly precision at vital points, their weapons grinding against each other in a ferocious struggle.
As Jia Changjiang’s spear threatened to crack under the pressure, Lumine intervened. Wind swirled around her blade as she parried Childe’s attack, buying Jia Changjiang time to swap his damaged weapon for another.
Childe shifted his focus to Lumine, but she summoned Geo energy, thrusting her hand toward the ground. A towering Geo construct burst upward, launching Childe into the air.
“Starfell Sword!” Lumine’s cry accompanied the attack, the sheer force causing Childe to falter momentarily.
But far from discouraged, the Harbinger grinned wider, his excitement only growing.
From the air, Childe narrowly avoided a spear thrown by Jia Changjiang, twisting his body mid-flight to evade. As he landed, he found himself face-to-face with Jia Changjiang once more.
A wide-bladed greatsword was now in Jia Changjiang’s hands, its edge descending with lethal intent.
“BREAK!” Jia Changjiang roared as the blade came crashing down.
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