Transmigrating to the world of Genshin Impact and becoming a big shot.

"It's terrible, Lord Vulcan! It's the Fools! They've broken in!"

As a scout on a suspended log shouted in a panic, a large number of Fool soldiers appeared behind him. They stood in two neat rows on either side, with the leading soldier holding an iron hammer and exuding a suffocating aura of menace.

"As expected of Nata's god, her strength is well-deserved. I already know the secrets of the ley lines, and her fate has already pointed to destruction."

As a majestic voice rang out, a figure in a black military uniform, wearing armor, with a dark and charred face, appeared. Tall and imposing, this attire gave off a mysterious and awe-inspiring feeling, making it difficult to discern his true appearance.

The scene was now set in motion, with Iansan and Kinichon entering battle mode, their eyes fixed sharply on the Fools.

Vulcan looked at the person in front of him, who seemed hostile. His face remained expressionless as he reached behind him and waved his finger, signaling to Kinich behind him to lend her his weapon for the fight.

Kinich understood the Vulcan's intention and obediently handed the greatsword to the Vulcan.

"Ah!"

Vulcan took the weapon, swung it forward, and his long hair burst into flames, emitting a dazzling light like the sun. Flames surrounded him, burning his body like a raging fire, yet he felt no pain.

The God of Fire ascended into the sky, transforming into a pillar of fire that shot straight up.

The fire god plummeted from the sky like a shooting star burning with raging flames.

With a deafening roar and a powerful impact, the ground was instantly smashed open, cracks appeared, and dust billowed up, obscuring the sky.

At this moment, the God of Fire was surrounded by blazing flames, like a war god descending to earth, exuding a chilling aura.

However, faced with such a terrifying scene, the brave and fearless captain did not flinch in the slightest.

He stood firmly in place, his feet rooted to the ground, completely still.

"And what use is the heart of God in your hands if no one has fulfilled the promise made five hundred years ago?"

The captain questioned loudly, his voice filled with threat and dissatisfaction.

"I don't know what you're talking about. It sounds like you're not here just for the Ice Queen."

Vulcan took out sunglasses and put them on, saying she didn't care at all, but she knew that she wasn't just doing this for the Heart of God. Her reputation among the Fools had never been good, so she couldn't just sit and wait to die.

“In times of crisis, someone always has to take on the responsibility of saving the day. Since your plan is making no progress, then I will create new rules for Nata. But destruction is inevitable before rebirth!”

The imposing captain strode confidently toward the center of the arena with steady, powerful steps. His face, obscured by shadows, exuded a chilling aura, and his words were filled with threatening intent.

With his domineering gesture, he waved his arm lightly, and his magnificent cloak fluttered to the ground like a falling leaf.

Immediately afterward, he mobilized the elemental power within his body. In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to become heavy due to the surge of this power.

The captain swiftly waved one hand, continuously gathering and compressing the immense elemental power.

In that instant, the elemental force began to solidify, eventually transforming into an ice sword that exuded a chilling aura and endless darkness.

The ice sword was crystal clear, yet it also exuded a chilling and sinister aura as it approached the God of Fire.

"It seems you're not going to give a long speech, which makes sense. People like us are better off using weapons."

The Vulcan stared solemnly at the captain who was approaching step by step. He slowly raised one hand, gripped the heavy greatsword tightly, and held it high above his head, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the captain.

At this moment, Vulcan no longer had the leisure and ease he had when watching the play; instead, he was filled with an unprecedented focus and determination.

On the other side, the captain's eyes were also sharp, staring intently at Vulcan, the weapon in his hand gleaming with a cold light, as if it could unleash astonishing power at any moment.

At this critical moment, the two launched their attacks simultaneously!

In an instant, the wind howled throughout the arena, and a chill filled the air. At the same time, raging flames soared into the sky.

On one side was a chilling, icy landscape, and on the other, a blazing, intensely hot display of flames.

These two extreme forces intertwined and collided, causing the entire space to tremble.

As they clashed fiercely, their weapons traced dazzling trajectories in the air, creating gusts of sharp wind.

Every swing was a full-force attack, mercilessly slashing at the opponent.

For a moment, the sounds of impact were deafening, and sparks flew everywhere, like dazzling fireworks blooming in the night sky.

The powerful aftershocks of this thrilling duel swept outwards like a raging storm.

The people who were originally sitting around the dueling arena to watch the battle had no time to react before they were directly knocked to the ground by this violent force, looking disheveled.

"Oh dear, they just started fighting like that? This is so boring. I thought at least we could try to reason with each other. But... this is fine too. I actually like this simple and brutal approach!"

The young man strolled leisurely into the dueling arena, his eyes fixed on the fierce battle unfolding before him with great interest. A slightly excited smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Just then, a dazzling light suddenly emanated from the boy's hand, and then a golden longsword appeared out of thin air.

At the same time, a faint, almost tangible, black aura began to flicker deep within his originally clear and bright eyes.

"Hehe, looks like you guys are having a lot of fun! In that case, why don't I join in too!"

With a shout, the boy suddenly swung his long sword. In an instant, an extremely sharp sword aura shot out, like lightning slicing through the sky, and flew towards the arena at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, the blade of energy rushed into the battle, and the boy himself followed closely behind, like a tiger descending the mountain, joining the fierce battle with great momentum.

"Ying, this situation is not good! How did two executors suddenly appear? If this continues, Vulcan might lose this duel! What should we do?"

At this moment, in the audience, Paimon was anxiously watching the battle below. She shook Ying's arm vigorously and shouted loudly.

"Paimon, don't panic, I'll go and meet this eighth seat."

Ying looked calmly ahead, gently patted Paimon's little hand, and comforted him in a gentle yet firm tone.

Her gaze was piercing, revealing a fearlessness and decisiveness.

"Then...then you must be careful! He looks very powerful."

Paimon gripped Ying's clothes tightly, his face full of worry. His voice trembled slightly, revealing his inner unease.

Ying smiled and nodded to Paimon, assuring her that she could rest assured.

Immediately afterwards, she clenched her fist tightly, and in an instant, a flash of light appeared, and a gleaming longsword materialized in her hand.

The sword has a slender blade and exudes a mysterious aura.

Holding a long sword, Ying flashed forward like an arrow, rushing towards the direction where the boy was.

Her steps were light and agile, each step containing great power.

The wind blew her golden hair, making it dance and flutter in the air, making her look as beautiful and charming as a fairy descending to earth.

“Bruchus, this is my duel with the God of Fire, you must not get involved.”

The captain swung his sword, knocking the boy back, and warned him.

"You boring old bastard, seizing the Heart of God and completing the plan is our ultimate goal. Stop with your damned false justice."

The boy was furious but powerless, and could only bark at the captain.

"Young man, let me have a go at you!"

Ying hovered lightly in mid-air, let out a delicate shout, and swung her long sword sharply. A fierce gust of wind howled out and instantly condensed into a dazzling wind blade in the air.

The wind blade, flashing with a bluish-green light, streaked across the sky like lightning, hurtling towards the boy below at an astonishing speed.

"Haha, in that case, let's have a good fight!"

Facing the oncoming wind blades, the boy was not afraid at all. He laughed loudly, raised his right hand slightly, and pointed at the ground.

In an instant, the once calm ground began to tremble violently. Countless tiny grains of sand, as if drawn by some mysterious force, rapidly converged from all directions, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into an indestructible shield in front of the boy.

With a loud bang, the wind blade slammed into the shield, sending sparks flying. However, this seemingly invincible attack failed to penetrate the shield's defenses and was easily deflected.

Just as the wind blades dissipated, a cunning glint flashed in the boy's eyes. He moved swiftly, like a ghost, and approached Ying.

He raised his long sword high, and with an indomitable spirit, slashed fiercely down at Ying Dang's head.

At the same time, the sand and stones following closely behind him changed again. They merged and intertwined, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into an extremely sharp sand sword, piercing straight towards Ying's vital heart.

Ying, naturally, did not back down. With a determined look in her eyes, she gripped her weapon tightly and charged towards the boy.

The longsword in her hand gleamed with a dazzling purple light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, carrying unparalleled power as it slashed straight at the boy.

At the same time, the boy did not hesitate at all. He swung his sand sword and met Ying's attack.

In an instant, purple lightning intertwined with yellow sand, producing a deafening roar.

The entire arena was filled with flying sand and dust.

However, this clash turned out to be unfavorable for Ying. The immense impact sent her flying out of the arena like a kite with a broken string.

After falling heavily to the ground, she felt a sharp pain in her chest and a sweet taste in her throat. With a "whoosh," she vomited a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Ying felt dizzy and her vision began to blur.

But she knew that now was not the time to relax, and if she was not careful, she might lose her life.

So, she endured the pain in her body and tried her best to concentrate, wanting to see the boy's next move.

Just then, the boy arrived like a ghost. He leaped high into the air, raised his long sword, and thrust it fiercely at Ying, who had just landed, with the force of a thunderbolt.

Just as the long sword was about to pierce Ying's body, at the critical moment, Ying gritted her teeth and swung her arm violently towards the ground with all her might.

As she moved, a dazzling green light suddenly shone.

Immediately afterwards, a huge, green, towering tree rapidly grew from the ground, instantly enveloping Ying's entire body.

This large tree is lush and leafy, resembling an impregnable fortress.

Seeing this, the boy changed his move without hesitation, swinging his long sword fiercely at the suddenly appearing tree.

With a crisp "crack," the boy had actually split the tree in two.

However, due to the obstruction of the large tree, the power of the boy's attack was greatly weakened.

Meanwhile, Ying, who was hiding behind a big tree, seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack. Arrows appeared out of thin air in her hand, and one green arrow after another shot towards the boy like shooting stars.

These arrows were extremely fast and incredibly powerful, striking the boy instantly and knocking him back several meters.

The boy laughed, "I hadn't thought of that either." He directly anticipated his attack and blocked those arrows. Although he was knocked back several meters, darkness had already enveloped Ying's back. By the time she reacted, the high wall behind her, which could block out the sun, collapsed towards her, pressing Ying to the ground.

"Is this all the Traveler is capable of? If so, you've really disappointed me."

Slightly disappointed, the boy walked up to Ying, lifted her chin with his hand, and said something full of provocation.

"Cough cough...Who exactly are you?!"

Ying looked up at the boy in front of her and saw a familiar face beneath his mask. But it was only for a fleeting moment that she recognized him, and the weak girl still managed to ask the question.

"Heh, you don't need to know. Let today's battle end here. You are an old friend and someone I stood with, so I will not kill you."

The boy's face was ashen, his eyes revealing a firmness and indifference. After a cold laugh, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a hint of mockery and disdain.

When the boy removed the high wall, his arm movements carried an invisible force, as if the wall were merely a toy in his hands.

After gently helping Ying up, he turned and left. His steps were steady and powerful, each step as if he were stepping on solid ground, without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

"Who are you!"

Ying wiped the blood off her hands, watched his departing figure, and muttered to herself.