Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

"A traveler?" Mu Xian asked.

"Was it that guy who defied the Eye Hunting Order, and then..." and almost got cleaved to death with a single blow?

"That's right!"

Before Mu Xian could finish speaking, the samurai excitedly interrupted him: "It's that traveler who got the general to lift the Eye Hunt order."

Mu Xian fell silent; no one knew what he was thinking behind the mask.

"teacher."

Zaoyou, who had been sitting on Muxian's shoulders, hugged Muxian's head and then rested her entire head on Muxian's head: "Zaoyou believes that teacher can win the championship."

Zaoyou's words broke Mu Xian's silence, causing Mu Xian to raise his head slightly.

"Speak," Mu Xian said, "Where is that trial ground?"

Mu Xian knew that duels between martial artists required a large venue, and perhaps there wasn't such a venue on the entire island.

But what Mu Xian didn't expect was that these martial artists would set the arena for the duel of the lone sword on a small, round island to the north of the island.

After boarding the ship at the dock, Mu Xian appeared on the small island more than ten minutes later. There were a few warriors standing around him, who looked like very weak guys.

Mu Xian glanced at the samurai who had brought him there. The samurai, who had once said that "there are many skilled fighters in the battle for the Lone Sword," looked away embarrassedly.

“Um…” the samurai chuckled, “I assure you, the legendary traveler is here.”

"Where is he?" Mu Xian asked.

"That traveler has won many matches in a row and has advanced to the finals ahead of schedule."

The samurai continued, "The traveler will come on his own after the finals."

When does the final begin?

"Um...it'll probably take quite a while."

Mu Xian glanced at the warrior again.

He found it a bit strange; shouldn't the two spots in the finals be decided at the same time?

"Winning ten games in a row will get you into the finals, and the Travelers always manage to beat their opponents in a very short time."

As if sensing Mu Xian's confusion, he explained, "A traveler is indeed a traveler; he always seems to be in a hurry."

As he spoke, the samurai couldn't help but sigh, "I suppose there must be many important things to do."

"maybe."

Mu Xian nodded, pretending he hadn't seen what the traveler the samurai had mentioned had done.

It was a malicious act of burning down the watchtowers that the Hilichurls had painstakingly built in their camp...

Or perhaps they'd sneak into the wooden-framed teahouse and steal the Mora that a certain dog had saved up...

The traveler thought he had done everything perfectly, but for some reason, Mu Xian saw right through him.

However, the traveler had done some good deeds, so these "important" things were nothing to Mu Xian.

After all, what he stole wasn't Mu Xian's own Mora.

With that in mind, Mu Xian turned his gaze to the arena not far away.

But he found that the two warriors in front of him were adjusting their positions and moving their feet left and right. Although they held their swords at their sides, they did not launch an attack.

—With this kind of speed, it's no wonder that the other spot in the final took so long to secure.

Mu Xian really didn't want to wait any longer. After seeing that the two had finally decided the winner, he put down Zao You and went up first.

—Wait, it seems there's no sword.

Mu Xian paused, then looked at Zao You behind him.

If I remember correctly, Zaoyou's weapon was also a sword.

Although it's a one-handed sword, it's sufficient.

"Zaoyou, can I borrow your weapon?"

"Good teacher."

Zaoyou threw a small one-handed sword, which Muxian caught steadily in his hand.

I casually twirled it around, and it was still quite strong, unyielding yet not as stubborn as that little wooden stick that broke before.

—It would be good for dealing with these guys.

Thinking it over, Mu Xian took the mini two-handed sword and walked onto the dueling arena.

The victor, who had just won the duel, stood on the field, his confidence brimming with confidence.

"You can't beat me with the weapon you have," he said, watching Mu Xian walk up to him with an ill-fitting weapon.

Mu Xian didn't answer. He glanced at the samurai's stance and slowly said, "I'll count to three, and then we'll officially begin."

"three."

"Three sounds? How could it be so fast?"

"two."

"You'll regret this."

"one."

"bring it on!"

The samurai had barely finished speaking when he felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

The pain momentarily disoriented the samurai, and when he came to his senses, he found the tip of a long sword pointed at him.

That was the samurai's own sword, but somehow it ended up in Mu Xian's hands.

"Next one."

Mu Xian spoke, but suddenly felt the surroundings become inexplicably quiet.

Turning his head to look around, he found some samurai staring at him with extremely horrified eyes.

"Did you guys see him make a move?"

"I saw him, he was wearing a mask..."

"We're not talking about his mask, we're talking about his swordsmanship!"

"His swordsmanship is so fast, I doubt anyone in Inazuma can match him."

"How could that be? If it were that missing, tattered-clothes-wearing killer, we would definitely be able to beat him."

Upon hearing this inexplicably shameful name again, Mu Xian frowned, then looked at the warriors: "Which of you will go?"

Chapter 79 Taro Maru's Intuition is Very Accurate

Upon hearing this, the warriors all looked away and gazed up at the small tree on the mountain.

The sapling was small, and the grass was not lush, yet it received praise it had never received before in its life.

"This tree is quite beautiful."

"That's right, that's right, it's growing well, with lush foliage, it's clearly a good tree!"

"In my previous duel, if this tree hadn't blocked the sunlight, I'm afraid I would have lost the duel because the sunlight would have blinded me during the final move."

"The sunlight is dazzling. Your duel is remarkably similar to that of Miyamoto Kojiro and Sasaki Musashi a hundred years ago."

"Really? Those two seniors are the role models I've always admired."

...

The conversation inexplicably shifted from the small tree to the two former sword masters, as if everyone had forgotten that they were participating in the Lone Sword Competition.

Although they harbored the idea of ​​honing their martial arts skills, they were unwilling to personally hand over their skills and become stepping stones for others.

Mu Xian grew increasingly impatient and decided to provoke the wandering samurai with the same words he used to use.

"Choosing to escape when faced with a powerful enemy."

Knowing that others couldn't see his expression behind the mask, Mu Xian deliberately made his tone much more contemptuous: "I've seen what you call martial arts."

As soon as he finished speaking, the discussion abruptly stopped.

Some of the older warriors awkwardly looked away, while the younger ones glared angrily at Mu Xian in the center of the arena.

"asshole!"

A young samurai drew his sword and walked towards Mu Xian: "My martial arts, my swordsmanship, will not tolerate being insulted by someone like you!"

Five seconds later, the young samurai left the arena with a gloomy expression, and even his sword, which had fallen to the ground, was picked up by someone else.

Mu Xian looked at the samurai in front of him who was convulsing again and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

These guys' willpower is even stronger than that of some ordinary nobutabu.

—Indeed, their pampered lives in the city meant they would never achieve much in swordsmanship.

"Young friend, let this old man have a go at you."

A strong voice came from behind him. Mu Xian turned his head and saw a small boat approaching from not far away.

An elderly man stood at the bow of the boat, followed by a young man carrying a katana.

The old man had gray hair, but his appearance did not show his age; his body resembled that of a middle-aged person.

Mu Xian narrowed his eyes; he could feel the imposing aura emanating from the old man in front of him.

The old man stepped off the boat and reached for the sword in the young man's arms behind him.

"It's been a long time since I've had any exercise. I originally thought that Lone Sword Contender was just a junior."

As he spoke, the old man walked up to Mu Xian. His eyes were wrinkled, but the eyes above those wrinkles shone with a sharp light.

"I never expected to meet such a formidable opponent as you, young friend."

Zheng!

The sound of a sword being drawn echoed through the arena, and the old man, like the unsheathed katana, became sharp and ruthless.