On the other side, Dadalia, who was separated from Zhongli, came to a small house at the foot of Tianheng Mountain. He put on his usual fake smile and knocked politely on the door.
"Is anyone home?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the door lock in the house turned, and a bronze-skinned man wearing the costume of a treasure thief came out of the blue brick house, followed by an unpleasant smell of sweat.
Dadalia's fake smile almost broke, and her mood couldn't help but get worse.
Now he just wants to collect the debt quickly and then go back to find Zhongli.
The man by the door stared at Dadalia warily and touched the dagger at his waist.
"It seems that you already know the purpose of my visit. Three million molas, please leave it to me now."
The fake smile disappeared, and two short blades made of water elements instantly appeared in Dadalia's hands, and the young executive immediately entered a fighting state.
It was not like he had never seen a debtor like this who would take action if they disagreed.
Dadalia's character that doesn't like nonsense also makes Dadalia appreciate this kind of direct and pure battle even more.
The man opposite also sensed the orange-haired young man's fighting spirit, so he drew his sword and slashed at him.
"Click."
Fighting with each other.
The moment their weapons came into contact, the water elemental blade, which had always cut through iron like mud, seemed to be cutting into a solid rock, making an unpleasant thumping sound.
A trace of surprise flashed in Dadalia's eyes, and she quickly changed her moves and raised her hand to slash at the man's abdomen.
"snort……"
The unprepared man deflected Dadalia's weapon and retreated backwards, a bloodstain appeared on his abdomen.
"It's a very good weapon, but you don't have the strength to use it."
Dadalia smiled and clenched both blades. Purple electric light intertwined on the sword. Thunder and lightning were transmitted to the body through the water element, triggering the hidden wounds caused by turning on the Demon King's weapon during the previous battle with Famas.
However, for Dadalia, pain is the best stimulant. He is never afraid of being injured in battle. The wounds can only make the young man more excited and become more courageous as he fights.
"Why don't you give it to me and use it as an item to offset your debt?"
With an excited smile on his face, Dadalia rushed into the man's hut without any scruples. The weapons in his hands were swung faster, and the items in the room were also hit by the aftermath of the battle and were severely damaged.
"Don't even think about it!"
The unskilled Teyvat common language came from the man's mouth. Dadalia, who had some knowledge of the accents of various countries, immediately realized that this man was not a native of Liyue.
Sword chop, knife chop, arrow shot, ax chop...
Dadalia, who was proficient in various martial arts, kept switching water-shaped weapons, attacking from different directions and in different ways, but the man in front of him just relied on the tough long sword in his hand to dodge and resist, and it didn't matter if there were a few more blood marks on his body. Even if he didn't care, he could still wait for an opportunity to fight back, which also made Dadalia very angry.
In his opinion, this man's martial arts skills were far inferior to his own, and he could only sustain himself until now by relying on a long sword of unknown material in his hand.
"It's over!"
Dadalia made a decision, gave up unnecessary defense, and began to attack the man in front of him regardless of the consequences.
Thunder and lightning intertwined with water and light. The orange-haired young man's clothes were stained with blood, and there were many wounds visible to the naked eye on his body.
In order to avoid the sharp sword piercing his throat, Dadalia leaned back, leaped at a low altitude towards the slightly intact wall in the room, stepped on the wall and jumped again, shortening the distance between him and the man holding the sword, and slashed with great force again. A heavy blow.
Naturally, a man would not just watch the light of the sword slash down, and immediately blocked it with his sword. Dadalia changed his weapon and launched a series of attacks, forcing the opponent to retreat continuously until he hit the stone wall, making an astonishing sound. The sound of teeth grinding.
"Flaws are fleeting!"
Dadalia, who was fighting heartily, grinned. His eyes that had lost their brightness shone with a purple light that only appeared in battle. The water-shaped spear slashed out horizontally, the speed increased from slow to fast, and the strong wind that was swung left the mess. The houses in the area were turned upside down.
Seeing that this move was unstoppable, the sloppy man suddenly bowed down reflexively, holding a sword in his right hand to stabilize his body. A red light lit up in his left palm, and blazing flames jumped into Dadalia's eyes.
"Is this...a boxing technique?"
Dadalia's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously raised his arms to resist, but was punched out of the tile-roofed house.
After the smoke and dust stirred up dissipated, Dadalia, who was retreating continuously, tried to stand firm. His left arm also lost its strength and hung limply at his side.
"Are you Munata's fighter?"
The orange-haired young man dispersed the water blade and quietly touched his elbow, trying to push the dislocated arm back.
Today's Fire Nation is poor in materials, coupled with the numerous forces and continuous battles, almost all Munata people regard the highest martial arts as their lifelong goal, which has also given birth to a profession called combatants.
They do not have the eyes of gods, but they can give full play to the advantages of the human body, develop infinite power from their originally weak bodies, and learn extremely wonderful moves specially prepared for humans.
Even just with the body, you can activate the power of the elements.
The brown-skinned man said nothing. He just inserted the sharp blade in his hand into the soil of the yard, made fists with both hands, and slightly bent his knees, assuming a fighting posture.
"Click."
Dadalia pushed back the dislocated arm.
Only now did he realize that the smell of sweat on the man's body was probably caused by not washing off after exercising.
"Very good, you have such strength, you deserve to be taken more seriously by me."
Dadalia put the decorative evil eye mask on his face, and an inhumanly powerful aura was released from Dadalia. His blade-like body was wrapped in bursts of thunder elements. When the thunder elements dissipated, The Dada Duck in front of him seemed to be a different person, exuding a dangerous aura.
"Let's begin, round two!"
As soon as Dadalia finished speaking, the man opposite him took action as if he couldn't wait. He kicked off the ground with both feet and jumped up. He flew into the air and struck with a battle axe.
Its power is like thunder from the sky, bringing out a strong sonic boom.
Dadalia Ben, who activated the Demon King's armament, wanted to take the attack with his weapon, but a strong warning sounded in his brain.
Must get out of the way.
Dadalia, who had already activated the Demon King's Arms, chose to evade the enemy's frontal punches and kicks for the first time, turned into lightning, and dodged behind the attack point.
At the same time as Dadalia dodged, the stone road originally covered with weeds sank nearly half a foot amidst the roar. The ground shook, and the dust on the tile-roofed houses was shaken off, creating a huge cloud of smoke.
The man's legs had sunk into the ground, and the intact stone slabs around him were broken into small stones.
Dadalia retreated to the edge of the courtyard, suspended in the air, with a slightly solemn look in his eyes.
Such an attack, carried out solely by pure physical strength, is really terrifying.
But before he could counterattack, the Munata fighter's blood-red eyes flashed with pain. He turned back and looked at Dadalia seriously, pulled out the long sword stuck in the earth, and used the cover of dust to , withdrew to the forest in Tianheng Mountain.
"Want to leave?"
The angry Dadalia was about to give chase, but suddenly stopped as if sensing something.
Looking dissatisfied at the direction of the man's escape, Dada Duck disarmed the Demon King as quickly as possible, got some water in the crevices of the rock, washed the wounds on his cheeks and body, endured the damage caused by turning on the Demon King's weapons, and gritted his teeth. He leaned against the still intact wall and waited.
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