Chapter 49 Battle.

Dadalia's eyes darkened slightly, and no one knew what she was thinking.

With his intelligence network, it is not difficult to learn that this executive code-named Hidden Wolf is quite capable and it seems that he once had a crushing battle with a lady.

It sounds exciting.

In addition, this place does not belong to Liyue Harbor, so he does not need to impose any unnecessary restrictions on himself.

Ivel saw through Tartaglia's thoughts at a glance.

Regardless, facing a colleague like this, a fight would be more beneficial to the two's future cooperation.

He took a few steps back, his eyes slightly closed, trying to dispel the drowsiness caused by not sleeping well last night and the lack of danger.

Cooperate and ask: "Can we have a discussion?"

? The sudden invitation made Dadalia stunned for a moment. He was always the one who pestered others to fight, and he had never seen someone so proactive.

As a result, the anger that was originally caused by the boy's somewhat offensive words disappeared.

He had indeed been looking forward to fighting the new CEO.

"With pleasure."

Tartaglia smiled and looked at the boy with some excitement.

???

The fight is about to begin? Is the way the executive officers communicate so concisely and jumpily?

The musket guerrillas suddenly took a few steps back, guessing that their superiors did not intend to let them participate in the battle.

Sure enough, Dadalia waved to the soldiers behind him, signaling them to step back.

The element of water gathered in Bai Yivel's palm. He looked at the water bow that Dadalia had conjured up, feeling somewhat helpless.

Without using the power of rules, it would be really difficult for two water element God's Eye users to fight.

A water arrow pierced through the air, and the next second flowing water appeared in the air, directly melting the arrow until there was no power left.

As expected, what consequences can water hitting water have? If only elements are used, this battle will probably end in a tense situation where everyone on the screen is immune.

Logically speaking, the competition at this time might be about who has more accurate reaction and observation, who has more combat experience, and who can make the condensed attack or physical damage of the water element to inflict damage in the gaps of the opponent's defense.

From this perspective, even if White Ivel had enough experience in the original world and had enough theoretical knowledge to be fully qualified to teach Xingqiu Chongyun and the others swordsmanship, he would not be able to surpass Tartaglia, who had fought in the abyss for several years, in the application of weapons and practical skills.

But unfortunately, this is the world of the original god, and Bai Yiweier is not someone who needs to fight with cold weapons. He is a mage...

In terms of defense, he can mobilize elements to make water mirrors cover the entire screen around him, like a shield to defend without blind spots.

As for attack, water vines with automatic tracking properties gathered from the river in the direction of the Fatui and approached directly towards Tartaglia, who was still concentrating on finding the opponent's flaw.

The azure in Bai Yivel's eyes inexplicably became deeper because of his abnormal control over the water element. The split vines suddenly wrapped around Tartaglia's arms and neck from behind like tentacles, pulling him back from the action of preparing to attack.

It was obvious that Tartaglia was not satisfied with the fight and her movements were restricted. When she was pulled back to the ground, her expression was still a bit confused and stunned.

If you are in the abyss, losing control of your body is almost equivalent to death. Dadalia remembered Master Silk's teachings. At this time, he had already developed a conditioned reflex to break free from control. In addition, the more dangerous the battle, the more excited he became. He chose to activate the Demon King Armament without much hesitation.

At that moment, the power of the Evil Eye caused a huge impact on the surrounding air. The strong lightning element consumed a large amount of water vapor, corroding the water vines that were entangled around him into nothing.

Lightning gathered at the tips of his fingers. Tartaglia, with a handsome dark red mask on his face, half-knelt on the ground, tightly grasping the purple double swords in his hands. He looked up at the young man in front of him who finally stood up straight and began to look serious.

His voice was hoarse, and he slowly stood up: "Come on, dear partner, let's use real means and fight more happily."

It was like disturbing a sleeping wolf. Bai Yivel's sleepy attitude disappeared a lot, and was replaced by another kind of vaguely dangerous aura that made people's backs chill.

One of them looks harmless, but hides a strong desire for control, while the other is filled with a sense of oppression and fighting desire after being armed from head to toe.

The retreating Fatui soldiers were startled, and just like the previous scene when the Lady fought against the Hidden Wolf, they hurriedly ran and jumped away, fearing that they would be affected by such a supernatural level of power.

The ice element immediately passed through the ground, through the soles of Tartaglia's feet, and then stabbed into the air. Tartaglia instantly jumped up, ignoring the changed ground, pulled out his dual swords, and swooped down at his opponent.

danger!

The extremely fast electric current was about to pass through Bai Yivel's chest. Without time to defend himself, the boy closed his eyes and rushed in the direction of the attack.

The shattered white hair flew backwards, and the boy's body seemed to have turned into a magic mirror modified by Bing Ling. It shattered the moment the attack came into contact with it, and then re-condensed and appeared not far from the sprint.

Maybe this is the dodge frame? White Ivel, who felt like she had mastered a new skill, turned around and looked at Tartaglia who was about to continue his charge.

Huh... After dodging countless times, White Ivel, who was somewhat injured, frowned. Tartaglia, who had been armed by the Demon King, was a high-attack, low-defense type, so it would be best for him to end the battle quickly.

The young master is not like the lady, who can easily defeat the opponent by relying solely on the restraint and control of the elements, and the longer he stays armed, the greater the damage to his body.

White Ivel sighed. He would need a fully-conditioned Tartaglia to fight against the Traveler. In this case, he had to put an end to the opponent's crazy desire to fight as soon as possible.

While Dadalia's charge was in a cooling-off period, the ice spikes that were originally covering the ground for active attacks also rose further, like a chess formation that had been set up from the beginning. They suddenly controlled the field and made the wide field of vision narrow and hidden.

Tartaglia transformed into a spear and injected lightning elements into her left and right hands while spinning them. The spear turned into a black and purple wind wheel and broke away, cutting through the thick ice wall and protruding ice spikes.

The ice wall collapsed and the ice spikes shattered one by one. Dadalia stepped over the broken ice and approached the boy. The Wind Wheel Hand surrounded by purple lightning was thrown out smoothly and pierced through the boy at a high speed.

Tartaglia's attack was extremely fast. If White Ivel could not defend himself and rushed forward as before, he would inevitably crash directly into Tartaglia's control area and fall into a deeper disadvantage.

It's like asking a mage to fight a warrior in close combat.

But Bai Yiweier did it anyway.

The war situation changes rapidly, and what is tested is not only the force, but also the control of every detail and the attack strategy.

The boy raised his lips slightly, and Tartaglia narrowed his eyes slightly, and took out a dagger, ready to meet the boy who seemed a little arrogant.

When it comes to close combat, he has never been afraid of anyone.

But when White Ivel's magic mirror shattered and his figure appeared half a meter in front of Tartaglia, entering his attack range alone, Tartaglia, whose attention was diverted, did not notice that -

The countless broken ice spikes behind him suddenly rose up and joined together to form another ice vine that was even harder but as soft as tentacles. At the moment when the boy was about to be shackled, he was once again controlled by White Ivel and grabbed Tartaglia's neck and arms.

This time, the ice tentacles obviously would not be easily broken off, and Tartaglia was picked up again and pulled back to the ground.

The boy's wolf ears trembled, and he looked down at Tartaglia, who had transformed into his original form and was caught again before he could exert his full strength, and was in a weak state.

He straightened his sleeves, smiled slightly, and began to summarize:

"Good strength...but not a good memory."

“…”

How did he know that the other party's control over the ice element was the same as that over the water element, allowing him to create vines and attack from behind?

But a loss is a loss, and no matter what, he has to acknowledge the opponent's fighting style and strategy. Even if he is not good at considering too much, he at least knows the principle of "the war is not too tiring".

Moreover, within just a few months, he was able to skillfully use the power bestowed by the Ice Queen... I have to say... such talent is indeed unexpected.

“Ahem!”

Tartaglia pulled the loosened ice vines from around her neck and reluctantly admitted:

"It was indeed a battle worth remembering, and your strength is enough for me to admire.

...No wonder he was able to defeat that annoying woman."

"Well...if you continue to be so disappointing, all of Liyue's achievements will be taken away by that annoying woman."

The young man frowned and looked accusingly at the villain sitting on the ground.

"?"

Bai Yiweier sighed slightly:

"Forget it. I'll help you treat the aftereffects of the Demon King Armor first... or you won't be able to perform the next scene and completely forget your promise to me."

The boy's deep blue eyes became lighter and lighter, like mountains and rivers. He looked down at Dadalia and let the light blue mist condense from his hands, covering Dadalia's body that was corroded by power.

Looking at the familiar mist and feeling the same purifying power in her body, Tartaglia's pupils shrank and the CPU began to explode:

"???"

What? What promise?