In the duel arena, Mo Nanfeng and Tartaglia stood there and looked at each other.
"I heard that Mr. Mo Nanfeng is proficient in all kinds of weapons and martial arts.
As it happens, so am I.
Today I want to try to see who is better!" Tartaglia is now very eager to fight. He saw in Mo Nanfeng the kind of fighting power that he had been looking for for a long time.
Even the traveler did not have the fighting spirit that attracted him.
A variety of weapons, proficient in all kinds of martial arts? Mo Nanfeng's eyes lit up, he met his match!
I had only achieved this after practicing with Master Zhongli in Liyue for several years, but I didn’t expect that this person of the same age in front of me had the same level.
"Alright! Get your weapons ready!"
As Mo Nanfeng finished his words, a row of racks rose up on both sides of the duel arena, with all kinds of weapons hanging on them.
Seeing this, Tartaglia's eyes were filled with fanaticism. Only fighting with strong people could excite him.
In the stands, Clorinde crossed her arms and looked at the two men preparing to fight on the stage, and felt that she needed to learn something.
Walking to the armory, Mo Nanfeng grabbed a bow, turned around and prepared to attack.
Draw the bow, charge, aim, and shoot.
In just a blink of an eye, Mo Nanfeng shot four or five ice arrows in a row, so fast that Clorinde couldn't see clearly.
"What a fast arrow!"
On the other side, Tartaglia picked up a spear, dodged back and forth, blocked it at his side, and rotated it up and down, deflecting all the ice arrows.
Holding the spear, stepping forward, bending over and exerting force, Tartaglia rushed out like a cannonball, and in almost an instant, he appeared in front of Mo Nanfeng.
He put the bow in front of him, drew the bow and shot the arrow. The moment the arrow was shot, without any pause, Mo Nanfeng grabbed the same spear and rushed out.
The arrow has not arrived yet, but the man has arrived first. Mo Nanfeng is faster than the arrow.
In the center of the duel arena, the two men's guns collided, making a sharp sound, and even sparks from the collision could be seen.
Various spear techniques were used together, and after dozens of rounds, no one was at a disadvantage. On the contrary, they became more and more courageous.
At the same time, he took a few steps back, put the spear on his back, and said, "Liyue spearmanship, the last time I saw someone who could master this spearmanship to such an extreme was Mr. Zhongli!"
"Oh? It seems you know Master Zhongli."
The action of wielding the spear paused for a moment, and a trace of disbelief appeared on Tartaglia's face. He asked, "Zhongli? Master?
Is that the one from the Hall of Rebirth?"
The spear thrust forward, and Mo Nanfeng said as he attacked: "Of course!"
After blocking the attack, Tartaglia took several steps back, his fighting spirit increased.
The fact that Emperor Yanwang was a disciple would only make him more excited.
After dozens of rounds, the two men looked at each other, threw their guns in front of each other, and grabbed other weapons with elemental power.
Holding the greatsword in one hand, Mo Nanfeng rushed across the duel arena like a beast that had torn free from its chains.
On the other side, the same thing happened to Tartaglia. He used the same explosive power, the same movements, and continued to compete in skills and strength without any emotion.
In the stands, Clorinde looked a little dazed.
Naturally, she would not fall behind in a competition of this intensity, but she could not learn to switch weapons in a short period of time.
In the conference room, Funina felt uncomfortable during the meeting and could only nod her head to deal with it.
Looking out the window, Finina immediately became excited. A fierce battle was going on in the duel arena not far away.
Her eyesight was excellent and she could see the fierce battle over there from a long distance away.
"How amazing!"
She couldn't listen to any of the following meeting and just stared blankly at the duel outside the window.
After a while, when the last weapon was broken by each other, Tartaglia wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "It was a really exciting battle, Mr. Mo Nanfeng.
However, you have to be ready to receive the next wave of power!"
An ice-blue bow appeared in her hand, and Tartaglia started by shooting three water arrows. Although not as fast as Mo Nanfeng's, they were more powerful.
Looking at the approaching water arrows, Mo Nanfeng grasped the black and gold long sword, swung it up and down, and in no time at all chopped all the water arrows into pieces.
"Bow name: Winter White Star."
"The sword's name is the Dark Sin Abyss."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Nanfeng stepped forward, the Eye of the Ice God emitting a bright white light, and countless ice swords were hanging around him, heading straight towards Tartaglia.
But this is not the end. He swung up and down immediately, and ice blades flew past quickly without stopping for a moment.
Looking at the sky full of ice swords and ice blades, Tartaglia instantly converted them into water blades and launched a gorgeous wave of slashes.
Faced with such intensive attacks, he couldn't think of any good countermeasures for a while.
After resolving a wave of attacks, Mo Nanfeng was already in front of him and started with a set of sword techniques.
After a few rounds, Tartaglia quickly took a few steps back, with the water jet blocking in front of him, and his clothes were already torn to pieces.
If Mo Nanfeng had intended to kill him just now, he would have lost half his life if he hadn't died.
"What a strange sword technique, I've never seen it before!"
Putting the sword behind his back, Mo Nanfeng was very happy to hear the young master's praise.
“Self-made, self-made.
A combination of Mondstadt's swordsmanship and Liyue's swordsmanship. Mr. Tartaglia, get ready, the big one is coming!"
After saying that, Mo Nanfeng jumped into the air, and countless sword blades came out from all directions, all heading towards Tartaglia.
"That's so cool!"
After the piercing ice explosion, Mo Nanfeng flipped out and landed not far away. Looking at the purple thunder flashing in the smoke, his hand holding the sword tightened a little more.
The purple thunder represented another element, and Mo Nanfeng naturally recognized what it was.
Evil eye!
Tartaglia walked out of the smoke with a layer of armor on her body, flashing with traces of lightning elements.
"continue!"
He raised his hand and several ice blades came out. This time, Tartaglia did not dodge, but directly cut them off with the weapon in his hand.
Um?
Seeing that it had no effect, Mo Nanfeng changed his fighting style and no longer carried out elemental attacks.
On the stage, Clorinde looked at the two people fighting passionately again, and couldn't help thinking in her head.
Is this really a battle between two worlds? Why do I feel so primitive compared to them?
Now Tartaglia's defense and speed have been greatly improved, but Mo Nanfeng is not much behind. While swinging his sword, ice swords keep flying around him, attacking Tartaglia from the side.
"Mr. Mo Nanfeng, this was a really exciting battle.
However, next, I will let you see what real explosive power is! "
Upon hearing this, Mo Nanfeng hurriedly stepped back a few steps and looked at Tartaglia who was constantly gathering armor. The terrifying energy was still constantly condensing.
Looking at Tartaglia who was constantly gathering strength, Mo Nanfeng clenched his sword and prepared for the next battle.
He knew that the current Tartaglia was the truly complete form.
"The most evil method, the whale devours and annihilates!"
The tall Demon King was armed and inserted a huge double-edged sword into the ground. The huge power of thunder element eroded the entire duel arena and bombarded Mo Nanfeng.
The thunder and the sword blade arrived in front of Mo Nanfeng almost in an instant, leaving no room for escape. The huge blue whale brought the most direct pressure to Mo Nanfeng.
After blocking more than a dozen attacks, Mo Nanfeng couldn't see the young master's position at all, his speed was too fast.
Standing in the center of the venue, Mo Nanfeng was passively taking the beating, and he couldn't hold on for long.
The power of the Demon King's armed forces is simply too great. If it weren't for this divine sword in his hand, any other weapon would have been chopped off long ago.
No! This is not a solution. Sooner or later, I will be exhausted to death.
Looking around, there is no place to hide, so I can only use some other strength!
When he stepped on the ground, a strong wind arose.
A strong wind arose, mixed with ice swords, swirling back and forth in the duel arena, forming a huge white storm.
The sudden ice storm interrupted Tartaglia's offensive rhythm, and he didn't understand how Mo Nanfeng could still use the power of wind.
Evil eye? That's impossible!
A fierce ice storm swept across the entire duel arena, and it could be seen clearly even in Fontaine, especially the huge ice sword hanging in the sky, which emitted a chill that made everyone feel panic.
In the ice storm, Mo Nanfeng clenched his sword tightly, pulling the ice sword in the storm to fight with Tartaglia again. This time he saw Tartaglia's movements clearly.
In the conference room, Furninna looked at the ice storm and covered her mouth in disbelief.
She had seen Mo Nanfeng use this ability three years ago, but it wasn't this big at that time!
In the duel arena, no one could gain an advantage at this moment, but everyone could feel the pain in their bodies.
After inserting the sword into the ground, Mo Nanfeng wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Come on, Mr. Tartaglia, taste the power of this ice sword!"
Upon hearing this, Tartaglia looked up, saw the falling ice sword, gathered all his strength and rushed straight towards the ice sword.
As long as this ice sword is broken, the winner of this battle will be self-evident.
But...he underestimated the power of this energy-accumulating ice sword. It was really too powerful.
In the conference room, Furninna, who had just finished a meeting, saw this scene and was so scared that she threw the documents directly at Villette and hurried out the door, fearing that something might happen to the little guard.
After the ear-piercing explosion, Clorinde stood up and looked at the dispersing smoke, fearing that someone might be killed.
She doesn't care about Tartaglia. At most it will become a diplomatic issue, and that's Villette's business.
What she was concerned about was Mo Nanfeng. If something happened to this kid, one could imagine Lady Funina's mental state.
However, after the smoke cleared and she could see the situation inside, Clorinde breathed a sigh of relief.
In the duel arena, the young master, armed with the devil's weapon, held a double-edged knife against Mo Nanfeng's neck.
And in front of his neck, Mo Nanfeng's long sword was also placed.
"draw?"
"draw!"
Sitting down on the ground, Mo Nanfeng panted and looked at Tartaglia who was also sweating profusely on the other side.
"It's been a long time since I fought like this, Mr. Tartaglia, you are very strong! You are a respectable opponent." Mo Nanfeng felt very comfortable when he said this.
When practicing with Zhongli, he was unable to attack very often and could not display his full strength.
“You too, were able to fight me to a draw in the Demon King’s Armed State. Mr. Mo Nanfeng, you are a respectable opponent.
I'm looking forward to the next battle!"
"Me too!"
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In order to write this chapter, I fought Childe more than a dozen times and looked at the fighting style in Zhou Benli.
Some people may say that I forced cheats on the protagonist, but that’s not true. Think about it yourself, I learned this from Venti and Zhongli.
At the age of 18, he was only half a move away from defeating Clorinde. At the age of 21, he defeated Clorinde and Leosly in succession. Now he is 23 years old. In the past five years, he has become stronger and stronger, and he also has the power of wind and Liyue martial arts.
Very reasonable!
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