Genshin Impact: The Sharpshooter of Teyvat

Ying and Paimon, who were not far away, were almost unable to stand due to the shock of this force. They held each other's hands tightly and managed to keep their balance.

Shao Yun, on the other hand, looked calm and composed. He drank a bottle of snake oil and adjusted the value of the Eye of Death to the optimal state, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at Tartaglia in the distance, with a smile on his face. He knew it was time to decide the outcome.

"Tartaria, let's decide the outcome with one move!"

Hearing this, Tartaglia became even more angry. He took an attacking stance, with the tip of his spear pointed directly at Shao Yun. He took a deep breath and shouted, "That's exactly what I want!"

In the magnificent hall of the Golden House, Shao Yun once again stood in the dueling posture of a western cowboy, as if time had gone back to the Wild West.

The "Eye of God" on the waist is emitting a dark red light at this moment, as if foreshadowing the storm that is about to break out.

Outside the Eye of God, the eyes of the skull carving seemed to come alive, dripping two lines of bright red liquid like tears of blood, adding a bit of weirdness and ominousness to the tense atmosphere.

Standing opposite him, Tartaglia was holding a purple-black spear that was flashing with lightning elements.

He rushed out suddenly, and his figure under the light was like a purple lightning that cut through the night sky and pierced straight into Shao Yun's heart.

Facing this devastating blow, Shao Yun once again opened the Eye of Death. A bolt of thunder passed by his ears, followed by the countdown of the clock.

The ticking of the clock seemed to be the countdown of Tartaglia's life!

This time, Shao Yun fell into an unprecedented state of concentration, and the world in his eyes seemed to be slowed down countless times.

In his eyes, Tartaglia's speed became extremely slow, like a slowly crawling snail.

At this moment, Shao Yun aimed at Tartaglia's flaw and pulled the trigger.

A powerful bullet spurted out from the muzzle of the gun. Its power was even greater than the bullet that Shao Yun fired during his last duel with Wendy.

As Tartaglia watched the bullet hurtling towards him, an inexplicable fear surged in his heart.

In a trance, he seemed to see a "demon with a human body, a goat's head, and bat wings on its back" rushing towards him with its bloody mouth wide open.

The image of this demon was so strange and terrifying that Tartaglia's mind began to flash back and he began to review his life.

There was a deafening explosion.

Tartaglia was blown away by the huge impact force, and the demon king's armor on his body instantly fell apart in the explosion.

He fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and rolled and slid for a distance before stopping.

……

The hall of the Golden House, which was originally magnificent and splendid, now seemed to be shrouded in chaos.

The air was filled with smoke, dust and a choking smell, making it difficult to breathe.

In the center of this chaos, Tartaglia was now lying powerlessly on the cold floor, his chest heaving violently, and every breath was accompanied by a painful gasp.

He tried hard to open his eyes and looked at the diffuse smoke and dust, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

Astonishment, reluctance, helplessness...all kinds of emotions intertwined together to form an indescribable picture.

Suddenly, he felt a tickle in his throat, followed by a violent cough.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The coughing sounds echoed in the empty hall, sounding extremely harsh.

As the coughing stopped, bright red blood flowed from the corners of Tartaglia's mouth.

He supported himself with his arms and tried to sit up, but the weight of his body prevented him from moving.

Shao Yun walked over slowly, pointing the gun in his hand directly at Tartaglia. There was a hint of regret in his eyes, but more of it was determination and coldness.

He looked at Tartaglia, his voice low and cold.

"Why are you trying so hard to show off? Why don't you just run away? If you run, I really can't catch up with you. And you shouldn't challenge my bottom line. Why are you so confused?"

Tartaglia looked at the muzzle of the gun in front of him, with a flash of determination in his eyes. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened them, his voice weak but firm.

"I can't help it. I am the Fatui executive officer. The Queen's will is supreme. Moreover, fighting is my wish. Even if I die in the battle, I will be satisfied..."

As Shao Yun listened to what Tartaglia said, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Tartaglia was seriously injured. His former glory and power were no longer there. Only a dying body remained.

He pulled the hammer, ready to end it all.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Paimon watched this scene from the side, unable to hold back his inner compassion any longer, his eyes reddened, and he said in a trembling voice: "Shao Yun, are you really going to...really want to kill him?"

Shao Yun turned his head and met Paimeng's tearful eyes. He hesitated for a moment, then said firmly: "Paimeng, sometimes, there are things you don't understand. I don't expect you to understand."

Paimon looked at Tartaglia on the ground, his eyes full of pity.

"But he treated us so kindly, helped us find information about the Rock God, and even ate with us..."

Shao Yun avoided Paimeng's gaze, took a deep breath, and his voice trembled slightly.

"I know, but... I swore that I would protect you, I..."

Shao Yun couldn't bear to see Paimeng cry, but this time, he let himself be the devil!

Then he looked up at Ying, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Ying, help me cover Paimeng's eyes. I don't want her to see this."

Ying nodded, gently held Paimon in her arms, and gently covered her eyes.

Paimon sobbed in Ying's arms, his voice full of helplessness and sadness.

Shao Yun looked at Paimeng in Ying's arms, and his heart ached. But he still hardened his heart and said to Paimeng: "Paimeng, last time in Mondstadt, I listened to you and released those Fatui. But this time, I hope you can understand me and support me."

Tartaglia, who was lying on the ground, smiled. He spoke with difficulty and reminded: "Ying, don't forget Paimon's ears."

Ying looked down at Tartaglia, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. Then she looked up at Shao Yun and said firmly, "Shao Yun, leave him an intact body. This is my only request."

Shao Yun nodded slightly and agreed to Ying's conditions.

Then he turned his head and his eyes fell on the wounded Tartaglia lying on the ground. The determination and indomitable spirit still flickered in his eyes.

"By the way, do you have any last words?" Shao Yun's voice was low and calm, as if he was asking an old friend.

Tartaglia opened his mouth slightly, as if trying to muster up his last bit of strength.

He took out a blood-soaked receipt from his pocket, with some fresh blood on one corner. With shaking hands, he handed the receipt to Shao Yun, his voice weak but firm.

"This is the toy I ordered from Ashanpo. I hope you can pick it up for me and send it to the Adventurer's Guild in Zhidong. The recipient is Ajax's younger brother 'Tok'."

Shao Yun took the bloody receipt and looked at the blurred handwriting on it. Suddenly, a strange picture flashed through his mind. It was a warm and familiar scene, as if it was his past memory, yet so strange.

He felt an inexplicable pain, as if something was torn apart in his heart, but he quickly shook his head and suppressed the feeling.

"No." Shao Yun's voice was a little cold, but his eyes revealed complicated emotions.

When Tartaglia heard Shao Yun's answer, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. He put the receipt back into his pocket, smiled bitterly and complained, "You are so ruthless." His voice was full of helplessness and bitterness.

Shao Yun did not answer. He took a deep breath and then pointed the revolver in his hand at Tartaglia's heart.

His finger rested lightly on the trigger, but he did not shoot immediately. He looked at Tartaglia, as if waiting for his last words.

Tartaglia looked at the ceiling of the Golden House, his eyes full of calmness and resignation. He spoke slowly, his voice weak but full of emotion.

"If you go to Solstice one day, please tell my family that I love them."

……

"Believe me, kid, there are not many good people in this world, so you have to be a good person..."

……

The words that suddenly popped up in Shao Yun's mind were like a flash of lightning. Although the words were simple, they contained deep philosophy and expectations.

These words echoed in Shao Yun's mind, carrying with them an unspeakable emotion that made him feel a sharp pain.

He covered his head and frowned in pain. In the pain, he looked at Tartaglia on the ground and recalled the words in his mind just now.

Shao Yun's voice trembled a little: "Were you begging for mercy just now?"

Tartaglia raised his head, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He paused, as if thinking about Shao Yun's question.

Then he asked in return: "If it was you lying on the ground, would you beg for mercy?"

This sentence made Shao Yun fall into deep thought. He recalled his various confrontations with Tartaglia, those fierce duels, and those life-and-death moments.

He knew that Tartaglia was a man who would not bow his head easily, but at this moment, he lay on the ground, his eyes revealing an unprecedented calmness.

Shao Yun looked back at Ying and Paimeng. Ying covered Paimeng's eyes tightly, protecting her from the cruelty of this world. She looked at Shao Yun, her eyes full of determination and trust.

"Whatever decision you make, I will support you."

This sentence made Shao Yun's heart surge with warmth. He knew that he was not fighting alone. He took a deep breath and suppressed all his emotions in his heart.

Then he slowly raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at Tartaglia's left rib area.

Gunshots rang out, breaking the silence around.

When Paimon heard the gunshot, the sadness and anxiety in his heart surged out like a flood breaking through a dam.

She couldn't hold it back any longer, tears fell like pearls from a broken string, and she burst into tears.

Shao Yun listened to Paimon's crying and looked at Tartaglia who was already in shock on the ground. The wound on his left ribs was constantly bleeding.

Shao Yun took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb the tense atmosphere into his body, and then slowly exhaled, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden, he muttered to himself.

"Whether you can survive depends on your luck. If someone saves you, you will live. If no one saves you, I will sweep your grave on this day next year."

Then, Shao Yun came to his senses and looked at Ying and Paimeng who was crying. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He pursed his lips, as if to bottle up all his emotions, and then said, "Let's go."

Paimon cried breathlessly, her voice trembling and weak.

"Is it all over?" Her words were full of confusion about the future and nostalgia for the past.

Shao Yun nodded, his eyes firm and deep.

“I did what I thought was the right thing to do.”

Ying patted Paimon's back gently, her voice was very gentle.

"Stop talking, let's go."

Walking on the road leaving the Golden House, the only sound was Paimeng's crying, and Shao Yun's eyes inadvertently fell on Ying beside him.

"Ying, will you criticize me for killing him? After all, he was very good to you." Shao Yun's voice was low and powerful, breaking the silence.

Ying turned her head slightly to look at Shao Yun, then looked at Paimeng who was crying in her arms. She gently stroked Paimeng's hair, her voice soft but firm.

"Shao Yun, I said that no matter what decision you make, I will support you."

When Shao Yun heard this, the stone in his heart fell a little. He nodded, then reached out and gently touched Paimeng's head in Ying's arms.

His fingers were gentle yet powerful, as if conveying a comforting force.

"Paimon, I'm really sorry. I didn't listen to you this time." His voice was full of apology and helplessness.

Paimon didn't say anything, but buried his head deeper, and his tears wet Ying's clothes.

Ying sighed softly and turned her gaze to Shao Yun.

"Give her some time. After all, the young master treats her very well."