Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

The other seven stars were also positioned on the left and right, each with a different expression.

Gan Yu stood to the side, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest, her eyes filled with worry, and her lips slightly pursed.

Further away, in shadows or high places beyond the reach of mortals, the True Lord of Clouds and Winds concealed himself within the clouds.

Xiao stood with his arms crossed on the branch of an ancient tree, coldly watching the young master below. If Yichen were to be injured, he would not hesitate to take action.

The young master stopped his warm-up exercises and looked at Yi Chen with a playful expression:

"Hey, apprentice knight, could you tell me your name before we fight? I can't keep calling you apprentice knight, can I?"

The young master raised an eyebrow, then, as if remembering something, his smile became playful.

"Oh~ this name? I think I've seen it in the newspaper... 'Mondstadt's most affectionate,' right? Tsk tsk, what an interesting nickname."

Hearing the young master call him by this nickname in such a formal setting, Yi Chen's forehead twitched slightly. Without a doubt, it must have been Kaiya who submitted the article to Steambird Newspaper!

He glared fiercely at Kaiya, who was watching the show with a smile in the audience.

Kaiya responded with an incredibly innocent and radiant smile, even raising her hand and waving slightly, mouthing, "Good luck, 'First Affection'!"

Yi Chen took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to give Kaiya a long-range elbow strike on the spot.

Now is not the time to dwell on this.

His gaze refocused on the young master, and his Mangekyou Sharingan had already appeared.

This battle concerns the reputation of the Knights of Favonius, and even more so, the dignity of Mondstadt.

Almost all of Liyue's top brass are watching. He absolutely cannot lose, and he must win beautifully and decisively!

Those overly abstract moves that might make people laugh... such as pulling out that black gold ancient sword that cuts people but deducts your own health first and comes with its own weird background music, are absolutely no longer allowed to be used.

Even he would feel ashamed to hear the battle song played in front of so many big shots.

We need a more direct, powerful, visually impactful, and authoritative force.

Yi Chen slowly raised his right hand, opened his palm, and stared at it.

"Fire Release: Kagutsuchi"

A cluster of jet-black flames, seemingly capable of devouring all light, suddenly rose from his palm!

The black flames stretched, condensed, and shaped rapidly... In the blink of an eye, they transformed into a long sword with an ancient design, made entirely of black flames!

On the sword's blade, jet-black flames flickered and flowed silently, and the surrounding air was slightly distorted by this ominous and powerful force, as if any light that approached was completely swallowed up.

Yi Chen gripped the jet-black flame sword, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and his aura suddenly became incredibly dangerous.

As the young master gazed at the sword radiating eerie black flames that stung his skin, his excitement and fighting spirit instantly soared to their peak!

He laughed loudly, and azure double blades instantly appeared in his hands:

"Haha! Well done! That's more like it! Let me have some fun, Yichen!"

"Hmph, young master, show me your dance properly."

The war is about to break out!

The sound of water and fire clashing exploded instantly!

The azure double blades clashed fiercely with the jet-black flaming sword, producing a teeth-grinding sizzling sound and scattered energy turbulence.

As expected of a seasoned warrior, the young master wielded his twin swords with a fierce and relentless attack, his attacks coming from all angles and with tremendous force. Each strike was imbued with the shrewdness and experience accumulated through a wealth of combat expertise.

His swordsmanship is wide and sweeping, and it also combines the fierce and ruthless nature of winter martial arts, making him extremely difficult to deal with.

Although Yi Chen was able to barely parry thanks to his knowledge of "Sword Master (Theoretical Version)" and the super dynamic vision and prediction brought by the Mangekyou Sharingan, he was ultimately slightly inferior in terms of practical combat experience and certain subtle variations. He was almost cut by the strange water blades several times and seemed to be at a disadvantage.

However, the power of the Mangekyou Sharingan goes far beyond that!

After an exceptionally intense collision, the two separated again, facing each other at a distance of more than ten meters.

Just then, the form of the jet-black flame sword in Yi Chen's hand suddenly changed!

The black flames flowed and transformed as if they had a life of their own, and in the blink of an eye, they perfectly replicated the shape of the pair of light blue double blades in the young master's hands—a pair of double blades made entirely of Amaterasu!

The young master's excitement faltered slightly, a hint of doubt appearing on his face: "Yichen, what do you mean by this?"

Is copying your opponent's weapon a form of humiliation?

Yi Chen gripped the pair of black flame blades, casually twirling them, the flames flowing silently as he smiled and shook his head.

"It doesn't mean anything special, it's just that... I saw you danced pretty well just now, so I thought I'd show off a new move I learned."

Before he finished speaking, his figure shot out again!

The young master snorted coldly and swung his sword to meet the attack!

He wanted to see what the other party was really up to!

However, the moment the twin swords clashed again, the young master's expression suddenly changed!

The sword technique that Yi Chen was using at this moment was none other than the dual-sword style he had just used!

Not only did they resemble each other in appearance, but they also perfectly replicated his fierce strength, tricky angles, and even some of his unique power generation techniques and continuous changes of moves!

No! It was even smoother and more precise than his, as if it had been honed through countless trials!

It's as if... the other party is the true master of this sword technique!

"How can it be?!"

A storm raged in the young master's heart.

"No matter how talented you are, you can't possibly learn this much after just one viewing! What kind of monster is this?!"

The more he fought, the more terrified he became, feeling as if he were battling a mirror, and the image in the mirror was more perfect and more terrifying than himself!

The feeling of being completely seen through and attacked by his own martial arts skills made him so frustrated that he almost vomited blood!

In the audience, whether it was the Liyue Sept or the Knights of Favonius, they all saw through the trick and their faces showed shock.

"He... he actually learned the young master's unique sword technique in such a short time?"

Ke Qing's face was filled with disbelief.

Ningguang took a light puff of his pipe, his eyes gleaming.

"It doesn't seem like something learned on the spot... more like... a perfect replication and reproduction. This ability is unheard of."

Kaiya stroked his chin.

"Wow, just how many good things is this guy hiding?"

Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun and Xiao, who were hiding in the shadows, exchanged a surprised look.

The young master was thoroughly enraged by this feeling of being completely suppressed. He suddenly parried Yi Chen's twin swords, leaped backward, and tried to use words to disturb the other's mind.

"What?! Are all the Knights of Favonius's techniques so shameful? They can only imitate other people's things?!"

However, his response was a disdainful chuckle from Yi Chen.

With a flick of his wrist, Yi Chen's powerful black flame twin blades, which had just forced the young master into a frantic struggle, vanished without a trace, like ashes scattered by the wind.

He shook his hand as if he had just held something dirty, then looked at the young master with extreme disgust and shook his head:

"Imitation? Ha... Don't get me wrong."

"I just want to experience firsthand what level of martial arts the Fatui executives are really at."

He paused, the disdain in his tone almost palpable:

"Looking back now, it's absolutely rubbish. I used it once and found it utterly tasteless, even a bit nauseating."

Chapter 12's ultimate move is here!

The young master's expression froze instantly.

This is a blatant, undisguised, and utterly humiliating act!

His swordsmanship, which he had practiced diligently for many years and was very proud of, was nothing more than "garbage" in the eyes of his opponent.

Is it something you "would never want to use again after using it once"?

An unprecedented rage instantly overwhelmed Prince D'Artagnan's reason!

"Trash?! Then let me show you my true power!!!"

"Uhhhhhh-!!!"

A powerful and malevolent energy was circulating wildly within the young master's body.

A terrifying energy surge instantly swept across the entire training ground!

"Take this, Yichen!!!"

With a twisted roar, the young master transformed into a streak of light, tearing through the earth with speed and power far exceeding his previous speed, and charging fiercely towards Yi Chen!

Although it's not appropriate to use the Demon King's weapons in public, the current offensive should be enough to give you some trouble!

However, faced with this terrifying offensive that could drive ordinary holders of the Eye of God to despair, Yi Chen simply stood quietly in place.

He even slowly closed his eyes.

Within him, the immense pride that had been building up due to the humiliation of his comrades and the trampling of the Knights' dignity had already reached its peak!

A dazzling stream of scorching energy, as hot as molten gold, surged out of his body, flowing like a hundred rivers into the sea, and finally converged on his clenched right fist!

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes!

"The finishing move is here."

Just as the young master rushed up to Yichen's face—

Yi Chen unleashed a punch!

roar--!!!!

This was no simple burst of energy! A colossal golden energy dragon, condensed to its fullest extent, lifelike, with even its majestic head and golden scales clearly visible, roared forth from Yi Chen's fist!

The roar of the dragon resounded through the heavens!

The golden dragon, with its unparalleled domineering power and pure numerical charm, instantly engulfed the young master!

Yes, it was an absolute and unsurprising crushing defeat!

"Do not--!!!"

The young master only had time to let out a short, desperate roar before he was completely engulfed by the golden dragon-shaped energy!

Rumble, rumble—! ! !

A deafening roar erupted, and the entire training ground shook violently, as if it were about to shatter at any moment!

A deep trench was ploughed into the ground in front of Yichen, and dust rose into the sky like a small mushroom cloud!

The audience was deathly silent.

Everyone was completely stunned by this earth-shattering, domineering punch!

Whether it was the Seven Stars of Liyue, the Knights of Favonius, or even the immortals lurking in the shadows, they all fell into a state of brief silence.

Ningguang had put down her pipe at some point.

Ke Qing's mouth was slightly open, her purple eyes filled with shock.

Gan Yu clutched her chest, as if the punch had struck her heart as well.

Kaiya's nonchalant expression vanished completely, replaced by pure surprise.

A gentle breeze swept by, gradually dispersing the dust and smoke in the area.

Yi Chen remained in the punching stance, slowly retracting his fist and straightening his body.

Before him lay a scene of utter devastation. The young master lay charred black at the bottom of the pit, completely unconscious, his fate unknown.

Yi Chen slowly walked to the edge of the pit and looked down at the young master lying on the ground.

"Like a frog at the bottom of a well, go and see how big the world is."

After a brief, extreme silence, there was a sudden uproar and gasps of shock!

"One...one punch?!"

A soldier from the Chiyan Army muttered incredulously, his grip on his spear almost giving way.