The bustling streets of Liyue Harbor were alive with the sounds of commerce and conversation as Fu Gu walked through, his eyes scanning the horizon. He had learned that the Fatui were planning something big—too big for him to ignore. Rumors of their forces gathering had reached him, and Fu Gu couldn't resist the opportunity to flex his strength once more.
He had arrived at Liyue with one purpose: to establish dominance. There was no need to keep a low profile, especially not here, where legends of power were born. But there was something different about this fight. It wasn't just about winning. He had to play it smart. He wasn't just fighting to crush his enemies; he was putting on a show. The key players in Liyue were watching, especially Zhongli, the former Archon Morax, whose presence lingered in every corner of the city.
And Fu Gu was well aware that the eyes of many women would be on him, some of them renowned warriors or figures in Liyue. He smirked. Time to impress them.
As he reached the outskirts of the harbor, the sky darkened, the atmosphere growing tense. Fatui soldiers began to appear, their numbers swelling quickly. Soon, over five hundred men stood between him and the three Fatui Harbingers he had fought before: Scaramouche, Tartaglia, and Rosaria.
Fu Gu cracked his neck, a wicked grin spreading across his face. *A warm-up before the main event?* He could sense the figures watching from afar, including Zhongli and several of Liyue's elite, but he paid them little attention. This fight wasn't about them. It was about his strength.
With a deep breath, Fu Gu activated his Infinity, the cursed energy surrounding him like an impenetrable shield. He was untouchable, at least for now.
"Is this all you've got?" he taunted, watching as the first wave of soldiers charged.
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### The Fight Begins
The Fatui soldiers came at him in droves, their weapons gleaming in the fading sunlight. Fu Gu's eyes gleamed as he darted forward, his movements swift and graceful. He used a combination of his Blue and Red techniques, creating devastating shockwaves that sent groups of soldiers flying.
The earth trembled beneath his feet as he weaved through the onslaught, delivering crushing blows with fists coated in cursed energy. He mixed in physical attacks, throwing punches that shattered bones and sent ripples of cursed power through the battlefield. Every time they closed in, his Blue technique sucked them in like a black hole, and Red exploded them into the air like ragdolls.
"Too slow!" Fu Gu yelled, laughing as he sent another wave of enemies flying with a mere flick of his wrist. His power was overwhelming, almost toying with them.
But something gnawed at him. Despite his overwhelming strength, the numbers kept coming. His stamina, while vast, was not infinite. He could feel the drain, a slow burn in his muscles as each wave seemed stronger than the last.
*They're wearing me down,* Fu Gu thought with a frown. *Smart bastards.*
From the distance, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, and Rosaria watched with knowing smiles, their plans falling into place. This wasn't a fight of strength; it was a battle of attrition, and they knew how to tire even someone like Fu Gu.
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### The Harbingers Step In
Finally, after what seemed like an endless stream of soldiers, Fu Gu stood alone, breathing heavily. Bodies littered the battlefield, and the air was thick with dust and the smell of blood. His eyes narrowed as the three Harbingers stepped forward.
"Exhausted already?" Scaramouche taunted, his arms crossed. "Not so invincible after all, are you?"
Fu Gu wiped the sweat from his brow, his grin never fading. "You'll wish I was."
Tartaglia, always the warrior, brandished his twin blades, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You've done well, but this is where the real fight begins."
Rosaria stayed silent, her cold eyes locked on Fu Gu, waiting for the perfect moment.
Fu Gu raised his arms, ready to continue the fight. But the exhaustion was catching up to him. His movements were slower now, his cursed energy not as sharp. Still, he refused to back down.
The three Fatui attacked simultaneously, their abilities clashing with his Infinity. Scaramouche's electro energy crackled against the barrier, while Tartaglia's water-infused strikes barely grazed him. But Fu Gu was slowing down, the constant barrage weakening him bit by bit.
*Come on, keep going,* Fu Gu urged himself. *You can't let them see you break.*
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### The Sneak Attack
For a while, Fu Gu held his ground, deflecting blows with a combination of Infinity and precise strikes. His techniques were still impressive, but his energy reserves were dwindling. He felt it deep in his bones—he was on the verge of collapse.
That's when Rosaria made her move.
In a moment of distraction, as Fu Gu focused on countering Tartaglia's relentless attacks, Rosaria slipped through his defenses. Her lance pierced his chest, straight into his heart.
The world went silent.
Fu Gu stumbled backward, blood pouring from the wound as his eyes widened in shock. He had been careless, too focused on showing off, too overconfident. His body crumpled to the ground, and the whispers of the crowd grew louder.
The spectators, including Zhongli, could only watch in stunned silence as the arrogant warrior fell. The Fatui had won—or so it seemed.
As Fu Gu lay there, his vision fading, the reality of the situation hit him. *Is this it? Am I really going to die here?*
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### Awakening
But something stirred deep within him. A familiar energy, something dark and powerful, rose from the depths of his soul.
*No,* Fu Gu thought, his bloodied lips curling into a grin. *I'm not done yet.*
Just as the Fatui began to celebrate their victory, Fu Gu's eyes snapped open, glowing with renewed intensity. His body lifted from the ground, suspended by the sheer force of his cursed energy.
"I am the honored one," Fu Gu whispered, his voice echoing through the battlefield.
In that instant, everything changed.
The cursed energy surrounding him exploded outward, disintegrating the ground beneath him. His wounds healed instantly, the blood that once stained his clothes now gone. He hovered above the battlefield, his Infinity restored and stronger than ever.
Scaramouche and Tartaglia stepped back, eyes wide in disbelief. Rosaria's expression remained stoic, but even she couldn't hide the fear in her eyes.
Fu Gu stretched his arms, his grin now one of pure arrogance. "You thought you could kill me? How cute."
The spectators, especially the women watching from the sidelines, gasped in awe. Fu Gu's resurgence was unlike anything they had ever seen. He was a force of nature, untouchable, unstoppable.
Zhongli watched from afar, his expression thoughtful. *This boy… his strength rivals that of the gods.*
Fu Gu clenched his fists, the air around him warping from the sheer pressure of his power. "Now it's my turn."
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### End of Chapter 13
Kya.... gojo sama♪ \(^ω^\ )