Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

"Ming Jing Shi Shui Shui Tu Men, come up!"

"Young friend, are you sure you don't want to switch to a different weapon?"

Tumen's words made Mu Xian grip the weapon in his hand.

"No need," Mu Xian said softly, "but I really should be more serious now."

Seven seconds of probing, and within three seconds both sides exchanged dozens of slashes.

In just ten seconds, the outcome was decided.

Mu Xian pointed the small two-handed sword in his hand at the ground in front of him, and Tu Men on the ground let out a long breath.

"Indeed, I still have a long way to go before I become the best in the world."

Tumen seemed somewhat relieved, but there was still a hint of resentment in his voice: "Young friend, I have lost."

Upon hearing this, Mu Xian sheathed his two-handed sword, his words devoid of the disdain shown by the warriors opposite him.

"You're very capable compared to others."

Mu Xian began to speak, intending to look at the others, but his movements abruptly stopped halfway through.

Just thinking about it makes it clear that these people... are probably terrified.

Mu Xian shifted his gaze and focused on a figure not far away.

Although dressed as a samurai, he was the only person on the island, besides Mu Xian, who did not carry a weapon.

The referee, a lone swordsman, vies for supremacy.

"It seems like no one is coming up to fight me anymore."

Mu Xian asked, "Can you just let me advance to the finals?"

Mu Xian's words startled the referee, who glanced at the surrounding samurai and found that none of them uttered a word in rebuttal.

"Such a thing is not allowed to happen according to the rules."

The referee spoke, then looked at Mu Xian again: "If the warriors refuse to duel, this should be considered a form of conceding defeat."

With that, the referee held up five fingers: "If no one comes forward to duel you within five minutes, then you will be considered to have won ten duels."

Mu Xian thought to himself, five minutes is indeed not a long time.

He nodded, then left the area, returning the two-handed sword to Hayato.

"Teacher is so amazing!" Zaoyou stared at Muxian with bright, sparkling eyes.

Mu Xian leaned against a tree, calming his somewhat disordered breathing.

He answered Zaoyou with his eyes closed: "If you hadn't been lazy before, you might have been as good as me."

"I don't want to become that amazing."

Zaoyou squinted and chuckled, her small body leaning against Mu Xian's leg, looking completely absorbed: "Now Zaoyou has a teacher with her."

"Early pomelo".

Mu Xian opened his eyes, his indifferent tone not much different from usual, and Zao You did not realize the abnormality hidden in his words.

"Your teacher won't always be with you. One day, you'll grow up too."

"The teacher doesn't want..." She doesn't want you to be a little kid on the day she leaves.

Mu Xian didn't finish his sentence because another opponent stepped forward.

That was an old acquaintance of Mu Xian, though of course, one couldn't really call him an acquaintance.

after all...

"Taromaru."

Mu Xian murmured to himself. This time, he didn't take Zao You's one-handed sword; Tsuchimon handed him his dagger.

"Young friend, why don't you even have a sword for the trial?"

Tsuchimon was somewhat puzzled: "A samurai should at least have a handy sword, right?"

"My knife is broken."

Mu Xian gripped the still slightly warm hilt of the sword, said nothing, and walked toward Taromaru in the center of the arena.

"Wang! Wang!"

Upon seeing Mu Xian approach, the large dog wearing a straw hat wagged its tail and barked much more cheerfully than usual.

Taro-maru's intuition was as accurate as ever; Mu Xian knew it had recognized him at a glance.

But what Mu Xian found strange was that so much time had passed, how come this guy still didn't know who stole his secret stash of money?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Mu Xian quickly assumed a fighting stance.

Seeing that his old friends didn't greet him, Taro-maru made a pitiful "woo-woo" sound, but his movements didn't stop.

A cloud of smoke billowed out, enveloping Taromaru's entire body. As the smoke gradually dissipated, a giant dog appeared in its original spot, carrying a short sword in its mouth.

Chapter 80 Alchemy and the General

As the owner of the wooden louvered teahouse, Taro Maru mainly acts as a mascot to attract customers.

But a mascot may not necessarily lack ability.

Swords clashed, and traces of lightning and fire elements remained on the ground.

Since their opponents were not human, the initial testing of each other with blades was eliminated, but instead, a more intense battle ensued.

Finally, it was Mu Xian who drew the lightning used by Taromaru to the blade, and struck Taromaru ten meters away from the opening.

Taro-maru's enormous size quickly shrank, and he returned to his previous harmless Shiba Inu form.

Having won the duel, Mu Xian walked towards Taro Maru.

The Shiba Inu was lying on the ground with its eyes closed, looking as if it were seriously injured.

"Get up," Mu Xian said calmly. "I didn't use any force before."

The closed eyes suddenly opened, and the excitement of its owner could be seen in the round eyes.

"Wang~"

In the blink of an eye, Taromaru stood up from the ground, sticking out his tongue and wagging his tail.

Taro was quite excited to see his friend whom he hadn't seen in a long time, and he wasn't disappointed at all about losing the match.

With its fluffy head held high, Taro looked around at Kishi with a human-like expression of confusion.

"Wang?"

"Stop looking." Mu Xian seemed to understand what Taro Maru meant: "That guy has found a new master again."

"Woof!" The bark was angry.

"Woof~" The bark carried a comforting tone.

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with me now."

Mu Xian's tone was not very dramatic when he said this, and he turned and walked towards the referee who was competing for the Lone Sword.

"Do we have to wait another five minutes?"

Mu Xian's tone was somewhat impatient, clearly indicating that he had had enough of continuing to wait like this.

Just as the referee was about to speak, he noticed something falling from the sky behind Mu Xian out of the corner of his eye.

With his mouth agape, he seemed to have forgotten Mu Xian's words, staring blankly at the guy falling from the sky.

Mu Xian noticed the referee's unusual behavior, glanced at his gaze, and then turned away.

Suddenly, a falling figure appeared in Mu Xian's line of sight. The small white figure next to the falling figure confirmed Mu Xian's identity.

Although Mu Xian was already used to the unexpected way travelers made their appearances, he still felt somewhat strange.

—How did that white floating object called Paimon manage to keep up with the person who fell down?

However, this doubt only lasted for a moment. A one-handed sword appeared out of thin air in the falling traveler's hand, with the tip pointing at the ground below.

boom!

Kong fell at an even faster speed, his knees and the tip of the sword landing on the ground simultaneously, creating a large crater.

The situation before them was beyond everyone's expectations, and the surrounding samurai showed expressions of even greater surprise than when they had seen Mu Xian's swordsmanship.

"Is he alright...?"

Kong stood up from the collapsed ground, still holding a chicken leg in his hand.

After finishing the chicken leg in a couple of bites, he ran toward the referee. Before he could even speak, Paimon, who was standing nearby, started talking.

"Mr. Yasuhiko Taro," Paimon asked from mid-air, "Is it time for the finals?"

The referee, named Yasuhiko Taro, glanced at the surrounding martial artists, and seeing that they did not make any move, turned his gaze back to Sora.

"The Traveler has arrived just in time; the other finalist has already been decided."

"Sorry, I give up."

The sudden sound reached the ears of the two people and the flying vehicle, causing them to turn their attention to Mu Xian.

"Huh? It's you again?"

Paimon covered his mouth with both hands, even leaping a little higher into the air: "And how could you possibly admit defeat?"

Kong also showed a surprised expression, but did not say anything.

After all, most of the time, Paimon said what he wanted to say.

"Could you perhaps reconsider?" Yasuhiko Taro also chimed in, "The finals are something many people are definitely looking forward to."

"I have no interest in championships or anything like that." Mu Xian looked at the Shiba Inu that was wagging its tail behind him and said, "Then let Taro Maru participate."

"Wang!"

Taro-maru responded, wagging his tail even more enthusiastically.

"How could this be..."