In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar

Bang bang bang!

The fireball struck the rock face, exploding into bursts of sparks. The rock wall trembled but did not shatter, and the fireball failed to hit the ice surface.

"What's going on? Aren't there two people? Why are there so many elements?"

"You didn't know? Travelers can use several elemental forces."

"And what about the other one?"

"How would I know!"

Passersby watched with excitement, some were puzzled, and others didn't care about the details, only wanting to see the exciting battle.

On the battlefield.

Seeing that the fireball was blocked by the fluorescence, Wang Yan was not discouraged and changed his tactics again.

"Frost."

"Seventy-two Radiant Beams" turned ice blue, and ice mist spread from its surface, thickening the ice wherever it passed, with several ice spikes piercing out from under its feet.

If the cliffs can block the ones above, what about the ones below?

Facing the sudden attack of the ice thorns, Ying leaped backward, his sword flashing with lightning as he stood in mid-air.

She swung her sword downwards with a sudden thrust, and purple lightning darted like a snake into the ice spikes—

The superconducting reaction is triggered, causing fine cracks to appear on the surface of the ice spikes. The ice elements are reacted rapidly, greatly reducing their strength.

Ying, on the other hand, lightly touches his toes upon landing, crushing the soft ice spikes, using the momentum to propel himself forward and close the distance.

"Lightning element! It's purple!"

"So fast, I couldn't even see how she changed!"

Ying was already three meters away from Wang Yan. She tried to slash the rock, and a green light of grass appeared. She thrust out her sword, and the grass element sword light wrapped around Wang Yan like vines.

Instead of retreating, Wang Yan advanced, and the "Seventy-Two Cyclone Brightnesses" flew back to his front, the fire element runes shining brightly once more.

The grass sword ignited instantly upon contact with the fire, but Ying changed her tactics: water light reappeared on the sword, water evaporated upon contact with fire, and white vapor rose again. Her sword strikes continued, wind element enveloping the water vapor to form a spreading water blade!

With a flick of his left hand, Wang Yan caused half of the "Seventy-Two Cyclone Brightness" to split off and combine in front of him. The rock-yellow runes lit up, and a small rock shield appeared.

The water blade struck the rock shield with a dull thud, cracking the shield but stopping the attack.

"He also knows rock elements!"

"That block... can use different elements at the same time?"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, and some had already figured it out: "The traveler changes elements himself, while that person relies on a magical artifact!"

On the ice, the two had already exchanged several more blows.

Both of them transformed into masters of elemental power, unleashing a plethora of elemental techniques and spells.

The hissing sound of evaporation, the crackling of superconducting sounds, the booming overload of lightning, the howling of colliding winds, the dull resistance of rock formations…

The sounds of elements colliding were incessant.

The ice surface became pitted due to repeated freezing and melting, and steam and ice chips intertwined, refracting a rainbow of light under the sunlight.

"fantastic!"

"This is even more exciting than watching a play!"

"The traveler is indeed remarkable... and that scholar is no less impressive; that magical artifact is truly wondrous!"

After another duel, the two separated temporarily.

Ying was slightly out of breath; the continuous switching of elements had taken a toll on her, but her eyes remained sharp.

Sweat beaded on Wang Yan's forehead. Although the continuous operation of the "Seventy-Two Celestial Marks" relied on the internal celestial registers and did not require him to exert much power, it still required him to concentrate his mind highly and communicate with the Azure Profound Core to issue commands, which was very mentally taxing.

"The last move?" Wang Yan asked.

"Okay." Ying nodded.

After speaking, Ying gripped the sword with both hands, and the six-colored light on the sword rapidly rotated, eventually converging on the blade, and a terrifying elemental light blade began to ripple.

Wang Yan's pupils contracted, and he no longer held back. His will outlined elemental runes in his mind, while he mobilized the power of the Flower Goddess's blessing within his body to enhance the "Seventy-Two Cyclone Brightness".

"(Angelic language) Elements, heed my command!"

All the small squares in "Seventy-Two Luminaries" lit up with runes of different colors at the same time!

Fire, water, ice, thunder, grass, wind, rock.

The seven colors intertwined, eventually converging into a chaotic torrent of elements, which then rushed towards the fluorescence!

Ying also finished charging up, stepped forward, raised his sword high, and slashed down!

Elemental sword beams collide with elemental torrents—

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the ice shattered completely, and seawater surged up.

Elemental reactions erupted one after another: evaporation, melting, overloading, crystallization... colorful lights flashed wildly, and streaks of light shot into the sky, a super-blooming spectacle.

The onlookers gasped and stepped back, only to see a soft golden light rise up, protecting those around them and preventing any danger.

The ice chips and steam slowly dissipated.

Ying stood on a floating ice floe, attempting to slash at the sea, the light of his sword already dimmed.

Wang Yan was supported by the "Seventy-Two Xuanming" and floated among the broken ice, his face slightly pale.

He lost.

At the very last moment of the collision, Ying's sword tip broke through the elemental torrent and only sheathed itself when it reached him.

"I lost."

Wang Yan shook his head.

"That's already very impressive." Ying put away her attempt at cutting rocks.

She wasn't just trying to comfort him; she genuinely felt that way. After all, in her eyes, Wang Yan was just an ordinary person, without even the Eye of God, yet he could wield seven elemental forces and fight her to this extent. Wasn't that impressive?

Of course, the people on the other side of the pier couldn't hear Wang Yan's concesion; in their eyes, it was a draw.

"it is good!"

Enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted at the pier.

That's amazing!

"I've really learned something new today!"

"I knew it would be fun to celebrate the festival in Liyue."

"I'll come again next year."

The onlookers were discussing and licking the livid eyes.

"The performance is over, everyone please disperse and don't gather here."

A cool voice rang out, and Xing Su turned around to see the familiar Secretary Gan Yu, with another familiar woman, Yan Fei, beside her.

"Okay, okay, everyone listen to Secretary Gan Yu, let's disperse," someone in the crowd said.

Everyone obediently dispersed.

Qian Yanjun, who had just come over to watch, walked up to Gan Yu with some confusion and asked, "Secretary Gan Yu, this... we didn't receive any notification about a performance?"

"Ahem, it's a temporary arrangement. You guys go patrol too."

"Well... okay."

Qianyan Army also left.

Gan Yu then led Yanxi towards Ying and Wang Yan, who had returned from the sea.

Chapter 131 Blessing is Authority!

"Gentlemen, using elemental power so recklessly in a crowded place, and in such a dangerous battle, is really outrageous."

Gan Yu's voice carried a hint of reprimand.

Although she had a good relationship with Ying, today's scene made it impossible for Gan Yu to suppress her dissatisfaction with personal feelings.

"If it weren't for this person's intervention, the aftershocks of your fight would have affected the crowd!"

As Gan Yu spoke, she glanced gratefully at Zi Qiao.

Ziqiao smiled smugly: "No need to thank me, no need to thank me. I was the one who told them to do it, so of course I have to protect the little one next to me."

Gan Yu's expression froze, and a hint of embarrassment appeared in her eyes.

Beside her, Yanfei almost couldn't hold back her laughter. She managed to suppress it and quickly interjected, "Oh, it's alright, it's alright. Since protective measures were taken, it's fine. I told you travelers wouldn't do anything reckless."

Paimon covered his mouth, his lips trembling slightly; it was obvious he was trying to suppress a laugh.

Ying and Wang Yan, however, didn't laugh at Gan Yu's misunderstanding. Their tone was respectful: "The plan was good, but we didn't expect the aftermath of the battle to be so severe. We apologize, Gan Yu."

Upon hearing this, Gan Yu took a deep breath and shook her head: "Never mind, I was just too impatient."

Then he looked at Wang Yan and asked, "This is... Mr. Wang Yan?"

"Hmm? Secretary Gan Yu knows me?" Wang Yan asked curiously.

Gan Yu nodded slightly, two horns peeking out from her hair, looking quite adorable: "I heard Tianquan and Yuheng say that Mr. Wang Yan helped translate the Langya Yao Tu Si Ji Na Ji. I never imagined... Mr. Wang Yan had such abilities."

As she spoke, she looked at the sea surface where ice floes still floated.

Today is the Lantern Festival, and the pier has stopped operating, which is causing trouble for the floating ice.

"Both of you are meritorious individuals, so I won't say much more. I hope you won't do this again in the future, as it's very dangerous for ordinary people," Gan Yu warned again.

Wang Yan and Ying naturally obeyed.

"But why did you two start fighting?" Yan Fei asked with a smile, standing to the side. "Could it be that this lady offered you some kind of benefit?"

She pointed to Ziqiao.

"Oh, right, Ying, Wang Yan, who won?" Paimon realized and quickly asked.

Wang Yan pointed at Ying: "She won, I can't stop her."

The difference between the elemental torrent and the elemental sword energy is actually not that great.

But... Ying, that guy, charged against the elemental torrent and got right in front of Wang Yan. What else is there to say? Just surrender.

"Oh, we won! Ziqiao, you can't cheat!" Paimon exclaimed.

Ziqiao looked at her and said in a low voice, "Hmph, I never said you won."

Paimon was taken aback, his little face showing some anxiety: "But Wang Yan has already admitted defeat, so we must have won."

"Hmph." Ziqiao raised his chin. "How could the tests that angels give to little people be based solely on brute force?"

"What we are testing is character, inner qualities, and nobility."

Pai Meng's eyes were clear: "What do you mean?"

"It means that who wins and who loses is up to her," Wang Yan said with a smile, his tone teasing.

Based on his understanding of angels, he had basically guessed what Ziqiao was going to do, so he was happy to tease Paimon a bit.

Paimon stared wide-eyed at Ziqiao: "You're not really going to...go...go distort the truth, are you?"

"...Is that how you use the word?" Ziqiao's lips twitched, then he shouted, "I declare that you two little devils have both won."

"Huh?" Paimon was stunned.

"What's wrong? Can't we win everything?"

"But...but didn't you say I could only answer one question?"

"What you want isn't the problem, is it? You want human souls, right? So I only need to answer one question."

"You can still do this?"

Why not?

Paimon and Ziqiao stared at each other, but Ziqiao ultimately won completely, and Paimon angrily threw himself into the Traveler's arms, ending the scene.