Genshin Impact: The Sharpshooter of Teyvat

The hall of the Golden House was magnificent and solemn. The golden walls and carvings sparkled brightly under the lights, as if the entire space was enveloped in golden light.

Against this magnificent backdrop, a fierce battle is taking place.

Tartaglia stood at one side of the hall, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. The bow and arrow in his hand shone with cold light, and suddenly, he moved as fast as lightning.

He pulled the bowstring to its full extent, and then twelve arrows mixed with water elements and thunder elements shot out at lightning speed, cutting through the air and heading straight for Shao Yun.

Shao Yun was standing at the other end of the hall. Facing this sudden attack, he seemed calm.

He held the gun with both hands, and with a turn of his wrist, the bullets in the two cowboy revolvers were ready.

He aimed at the flying arrow, pulled the trigger with his index finger, and pulled the hammer with his thumb. Twelve fire-element enchanted bullets whizzed out and collided with the arrow in the air.

"Bang, bang, bang--" The sounds of gunshots and arrows colliding intertwined together, forming an exciting symphony.

Waves of energy bloomed in the hall like flowers in full bloom, beautiful yet dangerous.

Ying and Paimeng stood aside and had no time to react before the first round of competition was over.

Shao Yun exhaled a puff of cigar smoke, with a disdainful smile on his face. He looked at Tartaglia and said sarcastically: "Is this all you have? A spitting turtle?"

Tartaglia was not angered by Shao Yun's ridicule. He looked at Shao Yun with admiration and said, "Your marksmanship is indeed good. I originally thought that you only had the strength of our fire gun guerrillas. It seems that my previous judgment was wrong."

Then the two started the second round of competition!

Tartaglia's demon king weapon gave him extraordinary power. He pulled the bow so fast that an afterimage almost appeared. Every time he pulled the bow, it was accompanied by the interweaving of lightning and water elements, which turned into sharp arrows and shot towards Shao Yun like lightning.

However, facing this torrential attack, Shao Yun seemed calm and composed. The revolver in his hand seemed to be his most trusted partner, and every time he pulled the trigger, he could accurately hit the target.

The fire elemental bullets flew through the air, collided with Tartaglia's elemental arrows, made a sizzling sound, and then turned into steam and dissipated into the air.

There were dozens of times when Shao Yun shot down Tartaglia's elemental arrows without even opening the Eye of Death, and he hit the target relying solely on his own reaction speed.

He even had time to light a second cigar for himself, taking a deep puff and exhaling a cloud of white smoke.

Ying and Paimon on the side were stunned. They had never seen such an exciting contest.

Ying thought, is this the legendary "every bullet hits its target"? Every shot is so accurate, every counterattack is so decisive.

Paimeng was amazed at Shao Yun's calm demeanor, as if he had already taken the battle into his own hands.

Tartaglia was also shocked by Shao Yun's marksmanship. He had never encountered such a tough opponent before. Every attack was easily resolved by the opponent, and he even had time to smoke!

He gripped the purple-black bow tightly, and a chill surged in his heart.

He realized that he had to give it his all or he would probably lose the fight.

Seeing that Tartaglia stopped attacking, Shao Yun threw his second cigar on the ground.

He drew a beautiful gun flower in the air with his revolver, and then said to Tartaglia contemptuously: "Use whatever tricks you have, otherwise you won't be able to withstand my serious shot."

When Tartaglia heard this, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He tightly grasped the bow and said viciously: "You are so arrogant!"

Before he finished speaking, he pulled the bowstring again, and this time, he was ready to strike with all his strength.

Tartaglia tightly gripped the bow and arrow in his hand and took a deep breath, as if absorbing the elemental power around him.

His muscles were tense and the bowstring was stretched almost to the point of breaking, as if he had accumulated endless energy.

Suddenly, he loosened his fingers, and the arrow shot across the night sky like a meteor, piercing straight into the ceiling.

The moment the arrow touched the ceiling, it burst into dazzling light, and a powerful force of water element gushed out from it.

Then, a gigantic water elemental whale appeared out of nowhere, its body tumbling in the air, stirring up layers of water waves, as if it was about to leap out from the ceiling and rush towards the ground.

The whale opened its huge mouth and let out a deafening roar, so loud that the surrounding air trembled.

Seeing this, Shao Yun's face changed and he shouted, "Ying, Paimeng, get out of the way!" with unquestionable determination.

Shao Yun flashed and lunged to the left, almost rolling over the ground.

At the same time, Ying and Paimon also reacted quickly. They ran to the right. The three of them moved almost in one go, perfectly avoiding the impact of the whale.

The whale's huge body slammed hard into where they were originally, and the entire golden house vibrated due to the impact.

After the water elemental whales dispersed, Shao Yun stood up, brushed off the dust on his body, his eyes full of provocation.

He looked at Tartaglia, raised his middle finger, and said, "Okay, I take back what I said just now. You are not a squirting turtle, but a fat catfish."

When Tartaglia heard this name, his face darkened and the only eye on his mask flashed a purple light.

Then he said in a low voice: "Fat catfish? Your metaphor is really infuriating."

Then the purple-black bow and arrow in his hand drew graceful arcs in the air like a ghost, and just when Shao Yun thought he was going to attack again.

He chose to put away this long-range sharpness and instead took out two short blades of the same purple-black color.

The two short blades rotated and intertwined in his hands as if dancing, and finally merged into one, becoming a purple-black spear.

The tip of the spear flashed dangerously, and Tartaglia held it tightly, his eyes fixed straight on Shao Yun.

He took a deep breath, his voice full of confidence and fighting spirit.

"I may not be as good as you in long-range attacks, but close combat is my real stage!"

Melee archers, indeed...

Shao Yun stood at the other end, his eyes were equally sharp, but more calm and composed.

He looked at the spear in Tartaglia's hand, smiled slightly, and said: "Tartaria, I admire your confidence, but in this battle, I will not give you a chance to get close."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shao Yun struck a classic western cowboy duel pose.

With his legs apart and his body slightly leaning forward, he put the cowboy revolver into the holster and prepared to draw the gun, with a determined light in his eyes.

And Tartaglia did not hesitate at all. The lightning element in his body began to surge wildly, as if to submerge the entire room in thunder and lightning.

His figure appeared even taller and more powerful against the backdrop of lightning, like an invincible god of war.

However, at this moment, Tartaglia took the lead in attacking and wanted to rush over!

Shao Yun opened the Eye of Death at this moment, and the whole world slowed down in his eyes.

The Eye of God on his waist flashed, and then he pulled out the cowboy revolver, stared at Tartaglia's head and heart, pressed the trigger with his right index finger, and fired the hammer with his left hand.

Six purple-red fire-element enchanted bullets whizzed out and headed straight for Tartaglia.

The fire bullet collided with the lightning element on the Tartaglia Demon King's armor, making a deafening explosion. The fire and lightning intertwined to form a gorgeous landscape.

And in this scenery, Tartaglia's figure was knocked out, hit the wall heavily, and raised a cloud of smoke!

The smoke filled the air, and Ying stared ahead nervously. The figure of Master Tartaglia was vaguely visible in the smoke, and the smoke that rose after he hit the wall was like a black mist, making everything hazy and blurred.

Ying clenched her hands, her heart beating faster. With a hint of timidity, she asked softly, "Did I defeat the young master?" Her voice echoed in the empty room, full of uncertainty and expectation.

Shao Yun just shook his head calmly. He replied: "He is as hard to kill as a cockroach. If he could be solved so easily, he would not be the Fatui executive officer."

His words showed recognition of Tartaglia's strength, and also revealed a hint of anticipation for what would happen next.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, Tartaglia's figure became clearer.

He took this opportunity, flashed his body, and quickly flew to the place where the Immortal Ancestor Fa Tu was.

He gently stroked the Demon King's armor that had just been hit by a bullet. Cracks had already appeared there. A trace of fear flashed across his eyes, but was immediately replaced by firm determination.

He said in the direction of Shao Yun: "I'll take up a few seconds of your time. I'll fight you again after I get the Heart of God."

Seeing this, Ying became anxious and said to Shao Yun, "Shao Yun, stop him!"

However, Shao Yun seemed unusually relaxed. He waved his hand, a playful smile appeared on his lips, and said, "Don't worry, the show is about to begin!"

If Tartaglia could really find the Heart of God, Shao Yun would jump down from the Jade Pavilion without opening the Wings of Wind, and then shout "Cheronia"!

After hearing what Shao Yun said, Ying was stunned for a moment. She asked in confusion, "What?"

There was a hint of puzzlement and bewilderment in her voice, and she obviously did not understand the deeper meaning of Shao Yun's words.

However, Shao Yun did not explain, but just looked at her with a smile, as if waiting for the next good show to begin.

At this moment, Tartaglia looked at the Immortal Ancestor Transformation of Emperor Rock King, and then prepared to seize the Heart of God.

When he put his hand in, the Immortal Ancestor's transformation suddenly emitted a golden light.

"Oh no, he's going to succeed!" After seeing this scene, Paimeng almost couldn't help but rush forward himself.

Shao Yun, on the other hand, was as steady as an old dog. He drank a bottle of Guarma rum to replenish his strength and used the Eye of Death.

"Why worry about it? Let him take it. The surprise will come in the next second!"

Just when Tartaglia thought he had won, he pulled out his hand and took a closer look, only to find that there was nothing in his palm.

Tartaglia's mood was like a roller coaster, with all the ups and downs of life reflected in this moment. His emotions were out of control in an instant.

"Where is the Heart of God!"

Shao Yun laughed out loud when he saw Tartaglia’s frustrated look.

"surprise!"

Tartaglia looked at his palm, his mind spinning rapidly, connecting all the clues together.

Suddenly he thought of something, then turned to look at Shao Yun and said in disbelief: "You lied to me?"

Shao Yun spread his hands and asked, "What did I lie to you about?"

Tartaglia held the purple-black spear, pointed at Shao Yun, and said, "I understand. This is a trap. You deliberately leaked the news to make me come to the Golden House. In fact, the Seven Stars of Liyue have already taken the Heart of God away. Even if I kill you, I won't find the Heart of God. I understand. But you are wrong. I will kill you and then go find the Heart of God, even if it means destroying Liyue Harbor!"

Shao Yun nodded indifferently and said, "You are half right, but you can't kill me. I will be the final winner."

The eyes under Tartaglia's mask flashed with anger. He felt that he was being teased, and the anger burned like a flame in his heart. He clenched his fists, as if he wanted to crush the air around him.

Suddenly, he threw his hands violently, pouring out all his anger. A powerful shock wave centered on him, sweeping around like a hurricane.

The single eye on Tartaglia's one-eyed mask was emitting an ominous purple light, as if it was going to devour everything around it.

He tightly grasped the purple-black spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear flashed with a sharp light.

He brandished his spear, like a giant purple dragon tumbling in the air. He shouted loudly: "Let me show you the power of the Executioner!"