The Astonishing Divine Sword**
"Five hundred years later… meeting again feels a little awkward, doesn't it?"
Li Sushang scratched her cheek lightly.
"I've already fought you once, right? I don't remember it… but the Rascal—uh, Otto—said you and I already settled our debts."
Fu Hua remained calm.
"You have a promise you must honor. I have a mission I must complete."
"…Right." Li Sushang sighed.
"Whether it's helpless fate, divine arrangement, or just karmic payback… I honestly can't tell anymore."
She stepped forward from the edge of the observation platform.
Fu Hua shifted into stance.
"Let's save the reminiscing for after all this ends."
Li Sushang's lips curved.
"Then forgive the offense, Grandmaster Chi Yuan."
The moment her words fell, tense electronic music surged—sharp, urgent.
Even Elysia felt her heartbeat tighten.
The game shifted instantly into combat.
The player took control of Valkyrie: Swift Feather, and the duel began.
Li Sushang's attacks were light and harmless—she clearly wasn't serious.
It wasn't the spectacular duel players were expecting.
Elysia felt almost disappointed, when—
A dialogue window appeared.
"Grandmaster… if we both keep holding back, this will never end~"
Fu Hua didn't answer. But her mind sharpened.
She's right. Unlike me, her sword-heart remains complete.
If this continues, I may not be her match.
I must break the equilibrium. Force her to reveal her true blade… and then—counter it.
Fu Hua glanced toward the distant glow where Kiana had gone.
Time is short.
"I have one—only one—opportunity," Fu Hua decided.
"One that no other opponent could possibly create."
She exhaled slowly.
I must lure out her ultimate technique. And then—dissolve it.
"I agree," Fu Hua finally said aloud.
"The warm-up ends here."
"After defeating you, I'll rejoin Kiana—but even if I succeed, the time it costs will be far from trivial."
"And I may no longer be able to aid the others."
"Likewise," she added, "if I insist on evasion, you cannot force me to stay."
Sushang's eyes dropped to her wrist.
"…Strange," she murmured.
During their brief clash moments ago, Fu Hua had unleashed a burst of raw force—so sudden and so massive that Li Sushang had nearly failed to guard.
No technique.
No energy signature.
Just… a strike from a higher realm.
(Rascal said Chi Yuan is a real immortal…)
(Well—I knew that! But I'm just a mortal. How am I supposed to fight a goddess?!)
Fu Hua pressed on, voice steady.
"If we cannot decide this quickly, for the sake of the mission, I will simply leave you behind."
It was a bluff—but a perfect one.
Sushang instantly panicked.
"That won't do!! Th-that violates the rules!"
Fu Hua nodded firmly.
"So, both of us have reason to finish this swiftly."
Sushang groaned.
"My opponent is Grandmaster… keeping up is hard enough. How am I supposed to win fast?!"
"In ordinary conditions, you couldn't," Fu Hua agreed.
"But next strike, I'll give everything I have. If you don't take it seriously, you may… die."
A blatant lie—Fu Hua didn't have some secret reservoir of power.
Even the earlier burst had been her pushing her very limits.
"…Oh." Sushang blinked innocently.
Fu Hua frowned slightly.
"I am being serious. If you want to uphold your promise, reveal your final trump card."
Silence.
Then Sushang looked up.
"You're only buying time for the white-haired girl, aren't you?"
"And the Rascal too… he doesn't want you harmed."
"Is there truly any need for us to push this to a death match?"
Fu Hua closed her eyes briefly.
"You know what Otto intends.
For the sake of five hundred years of history—I must fight."
Sushang's smile softened, almost sorrowful.
She knew Fu Hua's past.
She knew her Master's relentless, self-sacrificial dedication.
Never choosing herself.
Never resting.
After a long breath, Sushang straightened her posture.
"Then—disciple Li Sushang of the Wushang Zizai Sect…"
"…requests instruction from her Grandmaster."
"Taixu Sword Qi—Divine Resonance!"
A cutscene triggered.
This scene didn't exist in the original game—clearly a fully animated sequence inserted using complete Honkai resources.
Because Li Sushang's ultimate move?
Was too damn glorious not to animate.
Suspended in midair, Sushang formed the sword seal with her fingers.
Light blazed across her forehead.
Below, Fu Hua stared up, utterly solemn.
"'The divine'… is the extreme of change," Sushang whispered.
"Grandmaster…"
"This sword—"
"You must truly beware."
Wind howled.
Energy roared.
In this moment, Li Sushang looked—
not mortal, but celestial.
She opened her eyes.
Swept her sword-seal down.
"Three feet of water—enough to sever the clouds!"
The camera flew back—
Revealing a sword.
A sword so massive it split the sky.
Players, even Genshin veterans, gasped out loud.
"HOLY— this puts Celestial Shower to shame!!"
"TAIXU DIVINE SWORD!!"
"THIS is a real sword immortal!!"
"She really is the one who kicks Honkai Gods offline…"
"MIHOYO when is Li Sushang playable???"
The barrage exploded.
A colossal Divine Sword descended, tearing clouds apart, blotting out heaven—
Even Elysia screamed in delight.
Western fantasy worlds rarely show such Eastern-immortal power.
Watching an immortal sword split the skies—
It shocked everyone.
The moment the blade hit—
The screen turned white.
Narration came in softly:
"In the instant the Divine Sword's millionfold edges descended…
All things seemed to freeze."
Fu Hua whispered:
"…Yes. It truly is—'Divine Sword.'"
The story drifted into memory.
A voice:
Kevin.
"So… do I undergo the test of Divine Sound as well?"
…
Hints of the past.
Hints of the Seven Disciples.
Hints of forbidden trials.
But nothing conclusive.
Just enough to torment the players—
like a beautiful woman behind a curtain, beckoning but never revealing.
By the time the memory ended—
They returned to the present.
And the impossible had happened—
Fu Hua had caught the Divine Sword.
"W–what…?!"
Sushang's stunned voice trembled.
"The Divine Sword was… blocked?!"
Fu Hua panted softly, relieved.
The one variable… I wagered correctly.
Sushang stared at her trembling blade.
"My master said 'The Divine Sword isn't that impressive.' I thought he was bragging…"
"But Grandmaster—
you truly broke it."
"This sword that cannot be dodged… cannot be blocked…"
"You caught it—without a scratch."
"Grandmaster… you've won."
Fu Hua shook her head.
"No. It was a gamble for me as well."
"This duel is unconventional. And time is short."
"Both of us are now too drained to aid the others."
"Which means—we can finally fight as equals."
Sushang's eyes widened.
Then sparkled with excitement.
"So now… a true battle between Taixu swordswomen!"
Fu Hua nodded.
"Yes. Though I wish to avoid a prolonged fight, this is the best outcome I could arrange."
"Taixu's successor…"
The screen dimmed.
Music fell still.
Then Fu Hua's voice echoed:
"Not Chi Yuan the Immortal.
Not the Taixu Grandmaster…"
Her outfit changed—
Into the garb from Shenzhou Tales:
A martial robe of wind and steel, steeped in the heritage of ancient China.
She stepped forward.
"—but I, Fu Hua—
offer you the greatest respect I can in this duel."
The music ignited—
A fierce pipa melody, bright and resolute, ringing of wandering legends and sword saints.
Every player felt their scalp tingle.
The real duel was about to begin.
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