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The twin blades swept past "Night Hero," but "Night Hero" remained unmoved.

As an avenger who has traversed the Seven Kingdoms in pursuit of his enemies, "Hero of the Night" has already experienced the dual-wielding style of debt collectors in countless battles with the Fools. His core philosophy can be summed up in one sentence: "No one in the world has eyes in the back of their head."

The two spinning sacrificial knives appeared to be attacking him from the left and right, but in reality they were circling behind him.

Suddenly, he twisted his waist and turned to the side, narrowly avoiding two blades that suddenly spun around and attacked his back, as if he really had eyes in the back of his head.

"No, this is my own creation, the 'Infinite Four-Sword Style'."

As the "Night Hero" dodged two spinning blades, two more swirling blades hurtled straight toward his chest.

The "Hero of the Night" suddenly leaned back, his spine almost parallel to the ground, dodging two more deadly sacrificial knives. However, the two sacrificial knives had already returned to Sergei's hands and were thrown out again.

From all directions, the spinning flaming blades will fill every available space for him to dodge, and the attacks will never stop.

Several scorch marks appeared on the walls and ceiling of the corridor. Just from being grazed by the Flame Sacrifice, the hard stone slabs that had stood for thousands of years had already left indelible marks.

If these blades were to cut through a person's limbs, the limbs would inevitably be torn to pieces.

"You can't dodge my attacks forever!"

Sergei's eyes were bloodshot.

For an ordinary Fool's Clan debt collector, wielding two sacrificial swords is already quite an achievement. However, as an elite among elites, Sergei mastered the "Infinite Four-Sword Style" through his own hard work and the enhancement of the Evil Eye's power.

The principle is simple: it's like a ball-throwing performance in a circus. There are four small balls in total, and you keep throwing and catching them with your two hands. There will always be two balls in your hands and two balls in the air—it looks like the four balls are connected in an endless loop.

To master this extraordinary skill, Sergei paid the price with countless wounds, sustaining numerous cuts from the spinning blades before acquiring unparalleled sword control. Only with the enhanced reflexes and elemental power granted by the Evil Eye could he maintain the spinning attack of these four sacrificial swords as he does now.

The unstoppable "Flame Cutter," the relentless, cyclical attack—before Sergei's life force is drained by the Evil Eye, his enemies will inevitably fall under the infinite firepower of these four sacrificial blades, without exception.

But today, he saw an exception.

"It's really difficult to keep dodging..."

The "Hero of the Night" suddenly stretched out his arms.

His hands remained at his sides, gripping the hilts of the two sacrificial knives in the center.

"...But catching them is easy. You showed me how to toss and catch blades twice, and I've already learned it."

The two flaming sacrificial knives rested obediently in his hands, as if he were their rightful master.

With two crisp clangs, "Night Hero" used his two Flame Sacrifice Blades to deflect two other Flame Sacrifice Blades, then tossed aside the blades in his hands.

The two sacrificial knives were thrown up and embedded in the ceiling, their blades damaged beyond repair.

To deflect an incoming blade so accurately requires the ability to see the blade's trajectory, which is almost impossible for the human eye to follow, and to precisely find the optimal angle to change the blade's rotation direction...

But in that person's hands, it all happened as naturally as breathing.

"Night Hero" easily countered Sergei's "Infinite Four-Sword Style".

Sergei despairingly discovered that there really were such geniuses in this world—who could learn the skills he had acquired through decades of fighting and arduous training with just a glance, and use them with even greater skill and fluency than he himself.

Is that all?

Beneath the owl mask, a rare expression appeared on that young and handsome face.

disappointment.

In present-day Mondstadt, Jean Gunnhildr, who became the "Dandelion Knight" at the age of fifteen, is a genius praised by everyone.

However, if a knight with enough seniority gets drunk, he might inadvertently utter the truth: "If only Lord Diluc were still in the Knights."

It's not that Qin isn't talented enough; it's just that in their minds, Mondstadt always has another genius whose brilliance far surpasses Qin's.

—Diluc Legenfender.

Diluc's father, the former owner of the winery, Mr. Cripps, hoped that his son would become the best knight and protect the free land of Mondstadt.

Diluc perfectly met his father's expectations.

He gained the Eye of God at the age of ten, completed the Knights of Favonius's trials at the age of fourteen, swore an oath to protect Mondstadt, and successfully became a member of the Knights of Favonius.

He was promoted ahead of schedule in the year he joined the guild due to his outstanding performance, becoming the youngest cavalry captain in Mondstadt history.

In martial arts, Diluc's talent far surpasses that of anyone in the Knights of Favonius. He is practically a reincarnation of his ancestor, the "Red-Haired Warrior" from 2,600 years ago—one-handed sword, two-handed sword, knight's lance, hunting bow and archery, even throwing knives and hidden weapons... He seems to have been born with a hundred kinds of martial arts skills. At the same time, he has also learned a great deal about military strategy.

Coupled with his innate affability and management skills, this fourteen-year-old boy won the heartfelt love and respect of his group of unruly knights, who were on average a generation older than him.

Through countless missions and patrols, the people of Mondstadt came to know the young and enthusiastic cavalry captain, the genius boy Diluc.

No matter how demanding the task, the knight's chivalry and enthusiasm will never fade; no matter how daunting the challenge, he will remain as sharp as a sword on the front lines.

Even the carefree and unrestrained North Wind Knight Falgar once gave him a serious compliment, calling him "the pride of the Knights".

That year, Jean was ten years old and still practicing swordsmanship under her mother's tutelage, while fourteen-year-old Diluc was already recognized by the Knights as the number one young swordsman and a candidate for the next Grand Master.

Father Cripps was quite pleased, hoping that Diluc would achieve even greater things than himself. He hoped that Diluc would not only inherit the glory of the Legionnaire family and weave the dawn for Mondstadt, but also become an outstanding Knight of Favonius standing at the pinnacle of all, leading and passing on noble qualities.

“Well done, you are worthy of being my son.”

His father Cripps' praise ignited an inextinguishable flame in Diluc's chest, inspiring him to keep going.

"Belief" burned fiercely and eternally in his heart.

However, on that gloomy, rainy night, his father's praise, along with Diluc's knightly career, fell silent.

Back then, he traveled across the seven kingdoms of Teyvat, not only to seek revenge but also to secretly pursue a secret—the secret of the "Evil Eye".

The Fools secretly created the "Evil Eye," a replica of the "Eye of God"—a device that amplifies the user's abilities to the limit, but also carries the danger of backlash. It was the very device that killed his father, Cripps Legenfind.

He had assumed that the subordinate sent by the "Doctor" to Mondstadt to search for the remnants of the Daedric Prince would also possess that ominous power, making him worth capturing and interrogating to uncover the truth... However, reality is often disappointing.

This guy's evil eye isn't the same kind his father got back then.

The difference in power is like night and day.

Perhaps only the Executive Officer possesses the true "Evil Eye"?

"Hero of the Night"—or rather, Diluc Legunfender, the richest man in Mondstadt, owner of Château de Dawn, and current head of the Legunfender family—raised his right hand to Sergei.

"'Hand of Reverse Flame'".

Chapter 210 A person's life can sometimes be changed in a single moment [4k]

A flame several meters high suddenly erupted from the palm of the "Hero of the Night".

Then, the raging flames transformed into a giant hand, reaching out to Sergei.

Sergei made a quick decision and initiated "stealth".

A burst of fireworks erupted on the spot, engulfing Sergei's figure and completely concealing his scent and sound. At the same time, Sergei did not hesitate to launch himself backward, instantly creating distance between himself and Dilucra.

Even with the help of his two colleagues in the interrogation room, he wasn't confident he could defeat this "hero of the night."

If you can't win by force, then retreat tactically.

Deep within this ruined building lies the exit to a secret realm; he must go there to assemble his troops and set up a defensive line.

This elite advance team of the Fools, tasked with collecting the remnants of the demon god, all possessed the Evil Eye. Apart from the group that went to the snowy mountains, the rest were currently assembled and awaiting orders at the "Eagle Gate." Their numbers comprised two squads, nearly twenty people in total.

By assembling their forces, they might not necessarily lose to this "Hero of the Night"—and they also have a trump card: his superior, Chloe, is far more powerful than them.

Diluc snorted and activated Elemental Sight, locking onto the fleeing Sergei.

The giant flaming hand was incredibly agile, perfectly replicating even the slightest tremor in Diluc's fingers, as if it were truly growing on Diluc's arm.

Diluc's left hand was also turned behind his back at this moment.

Another giant flaming hand appeared in his hand.

Diluc clenched his left hand, and the giant fiery hand suddenly tightened, forcefully grabbing two Fatui "debt collectors" from the empty corridor behind him.

—These were the two fools, Daryl and Tris, who had just been interrogating Schubert in the interrogation room.

When they were pouring pepper water down Schubert's throat, Schubert rolled around on the floor and struggled violently. Sergei had closed the interrogation room door, so the two of them didn't notice the commotion outside immediately.

But the sound of Sergei's "Infinite Four-Sword Style" had still alerted them.

While Sergei and Diluc were fighting, the two Fatui sergeants also initiated their stealth. Taking advantage of the noise from their battle, they quietly pushed open the interrogation room door and circled around to Diluc's back.

All debt collectors receive the same training—"No one in the world has eyes in the back of their head."

Launching a fatal blow from behind is a tactic ingrained in the "debt collectors'" very being. And this very tactic has now become the reason for the defeat of these two elite warriors.

In fact, the slight sound of them pushing open the interrogation room door did not escape Diluc's ears. The "Hero of the Night," skilled in night combat, had hearing sharp enough to detect a Mora falling to the ground in the noisy bar.

An incredibly mournful scream echoed throughout the corridor.

Even the trained elite of the Fools could not remain silent and stealthy under the scorching grip of the "Hand of Reverse Flame".

Soon, the screams ceased as the fingers of the "Hand of Reverse Flame" gently brushed across their heads.

Only two headless, charred corpses remained behind Diluc.

Since joining the Fools' Cult at the age of sixteen, Sergei had not experienced such terror in twenty years.

The agonizing screams of his colleagues, as if they came from hell, will likely haunt him for countless nights.

But he may not have the chance to recall the events of today in his nightmares.

Because another "Reverse Flame Hand" had already gripped his waist.

Cold sweat instantly soaked Sergei's brown hair.

He almost thought he was dead.

But when he looked down, he found that the giant hand made of flames was just gripping him like an iron hoop, and it hadn't even burned through his uniform.

This technique, called "Hand of Reverse Flames," is a unique skill entirely created by Diluc. It releases a hand of fire elemental energy from the palm of his hand. Its subtlety lies in its ability to control not only the movements of the fiery hand at will, but even the temperature of the flames can be adjusted according to Diluc's will.

It can roast a person to a crisp, or gently pick up a flower without harming it in the slightest.

It's not Diluc's most powerful move, but it is Diluc's most terrifying move.

Because the purpose of "Hand of Reverse Flame" is torture.

Back in a stronghold of a certain Abyss Order, Diluc used this tactic to capture an "Abyss Mage." The gradually wafting aroma of flesh emanating from the "Abyss Mage," the slowly charring and disintegrating limbs, and the heart-wrenching screams of pain left a deep psychological scar on Paimon, who was traveling with Diluc at the time—afterwards, Paimon placed Diluc at number one on his "list of people Paimon absolutely cannot afford to offend."

Sergei's face was ashen; he couldn't even muster the thought of struggling.

As the saying goes, an expert can see the details. In the eyes of an elite officer like Sergei, Diluc's two moves had already brutally revealed the gap in strength between the two.

As a fellow expert in using fire elemental power, Sergei's control over the Evil Eye's elemental power is already considered top-notch in the army: he is very proficient in various applications of elemental power, such as enchanting weapons with fire, manipulating fire for ranged attacks, and even activating fire shields.

That's why he knew what kind of power this "Hand of Reverse Flame" symbolized.

If Diluc's martial arts prowess in breaking his "Infinite Four-Sword Style" was already on par with that of the "Young Master," then this "Hand of Reverse Flame" suggests that his control over elemental power may be no weaker than that of the "Fire Witch," the "Lady," who has been famous for hundreds of years.

The lady's signature move, "Butterfly Fire Dance," uses her unparalleled control over elemental forces to shape what should have been a fireball into hundreds of "Crimson Lotus Butterflies" that can fly at her will.

Fire is an element with extremely high energy, and also one of the most difficult to control. In terms of elemental reactions, fire can react with all four elements—ice, lightning, water, and grass—meaning it is a very "reactive" element. This is similar to chemical elements; the easier an element is to react chemically, the more reactive it is, and the more unstable its structure.

To draw an analogy, adding flames to a weapon or launching fireballs is like cutting tender tofu into cubes—anyone with hands can do that. Using flames to create a shield is like slicing tofu into thin strips to make a "Wenxin Tofu" dish—that's already a high-level operation. Diluc's "Reverse Flame Hand" and Lady's "Crimson Butterfly" are like cutting a block of tofu into hair-thick strips, carving patterns on it, and then using these carved tofu strips to create a beautiful picture.

A thousand years ago, Diluc's mastery of elemental power would have been enough to qualify him as a "Court Archmage," considering his terrifying martial arts skills and his early twenties...

What's most terrifying is that he taught himself how to manipulate elemental forces during the three years he spent leaving the Knights and hunting down the Fools across the Seven Kingdoms. He grew entirely through combat.

With martial arts skills sufficient to establish a sect, elemental manipulation abilities capable of serving as a mage, a genius skilled in both magic and martial arts, and possessing rich combat experience and a clear mind, he is simply a perfect warrior—this is Diluc, Mondstadt's "Hero of the Night."

"Answer me a question."

Diluc's voice remained calm; despite having just fought and killed two enemies, his emotions showed no fluctuation.

Sergei struggled to turn his neck to look at the "Hero of the Night".

Just maintaining his composure under these circumstances had exhausted all his mental and physical strength.

"Does anyone here possess an 'evil eye' that can wield 'black flames'?"

Sergei's jaw clenched, and he almost bit his own tongue.

The "Flame Hand" on his waist seemed to have gained more strength, and scorch marks had appeared on his fireproof and waterproof cloak.

“…Yes,” Sergei replied.

“Take me to see him.”

Diluc's request was simple.

But Sergei wasn't sure if his legs, which were as soft as noodles, could still support him as he walked.

Just then, footsteps were heard at the end of the corridor.

Soon, a blond man wearing a silver mask and a magnificent robe appeared behind Diluc.