[Damn!! The pipa riff just hit and I got goosebumps everywhere—]
[I can't even put my feelings into words right now… this sound… this sound!]
[Never thought a pipa could be THIS good…]
[And this tone fits wuxia and xianxia so perfectly, I'm gonna cry QAQ]
[Is this really a sci-fi game? Why am I suddenly watching two ancient sword immortals duel]
[HYPER-SAMURAI-IMMORTAL MODE ACTIVATED]
[Fu Hua in this outfit… my wife… my WIFE!!]
[Sister upstairs, please calm down…]
The barrage was exploding.
Even Eden and Elysia were entirely absorbed by the scene.
The swirling pipa melody surged through their minds like a river running wild—
and paired with Fu Hua and Li Sushang's lines, the charged duel atmosphere left both of them breathless.
"Wah!! Hua's outfit is SO COOL!!"
Elysia squealed, bouncing on her seat.
"I bet she knows a ton of secret martial arts too! I wanna learn all of them after this stream!"
Eden just stared at her silently.
In the game, the pipa beat quickened, blending seamlessly with the tension in the air.
Li Sushang laughed—a clear, bright sound like wind chimes.
It felt almost out of place amid such tension, yet it wasn't mocking.
She simply couldn't hide her excitement.
Before her stood her Grandmaster.
A legend.
A myth.
But today—Fu Hua was standing before her not as an immortal, nor a story from five centuries past—
but as herself.
Li Sushang's eyes curved into two delighted crescents.
"Marvelous! Fu Hua—please!"
"Please."
The two exchanged courtesies, and the battle began.
This time, the player controlled Hua: Shadow Knight, wearing her elegant white martial attire.
The music flared.
A breathtaking new track—pipa, guzheng, flute, and drums weaving a perfect wuxia rhythm—filled the air.
Mo Li clearly went all-out here.
He even modified the fight structure so Li Sushang used her full kit—branch attacks, combos, ultimate—exactly like a playable character.
At the climactic moment, the pipa would strike a fierce glissando that sent shivers through the spine.
The fight began.
Sushang's ethereal voice echoed softly:
"Disciple of the Wushang Zizai Sect—Li Sushang. I humbly request instruction."
Her silhouette descended gracefully, robes flowing, sword seal poised.
A sword fairy descending from heaven.
Before Elysia could even react—
A giant sword fell from the sky and stabbed into the earth.
The environment shattered—
buildings, streets, greenery—everything dissolved.
Replaced by an endless expanse of mirrored water and sky.
A perfect, serene horizon.
Watching such a scene paired with Fu Hua and Sushang's martial dialogue, players trembled with excitement.
Elysia stopped breathing for a moment.
Then—
A crimson sword slash cut across the water.
Elysia snapped out of her trance and scrambled to dodge.
This wasn't time to admire scenery—this was a duel to the death!
Sushang's figure flickered, vanishing and reappearing in blurs of red light.
Elysia dodged again, triggering time fracture, then rushed to strike the giant sword in the center.
A few hits—
The sword shattered.
And Li Sushang's true form revealed.
Music swelled dramatically.
A layered mix of pipa, guzheng, flute, drums—
the perfect Chinese fantasy battle theme.
Sushang whispered:
"Water flows in three shadows; all things follow its path~"
Countless water-forged swords materialized from thin air, hovering above the shimmering lake surface.
She stepped lightly onto one—
graceful, weightless.
"This sword formation is not shown lightly, you know~
Be careful, Fu Hua~"
In the original game, this part was short—Fu Hua could end the fight with a single ult.
But Mo Li felt that completely failed to portray Sushang's ethereal mastery.
So he increased the difficulty.
A hint appeared:
[Attack Li Sushang atop her sword]
Elysia moved closer, attacked—
and Sushang flickered away again.
Then softly recited:
"A sheath of three-foot water cleaves the dragon of Wu Lake…"
"Raging Flood!"
A sudden strike.
Elysia was caught off guard.
"This girl…!"
The next time, Elysia dodged and counterattacked, chasing her from sword to sword.
Li Sushang began whispering more lines:
"With my homebound sword, I cleave clouds atop Jade Peak—"
"Severing Stream!"
Another—
"The calm wood shelters wings; the still waters hide no scales—"
"Still Current!"
And—
"Long blade crosses nine realms; high crown brushes the heavens—"
"Sky-Span!"
One elegant verse after another, like pages of an ancient scroll unfolding across the lake.
The wuxia lovers in the barrage lost their minds.
[BROOOOOOO THIS FEELS SO RIGHT]
[Peak wuxia aesthetics, peak music, peak duel!!]
[I don't understand the poetry but I FEEL it in my bones]
[This soundtrack obliterates EVERYONE]
[I can feel assassins gathering around me holy f—]
[Same here brother—don't turn around or I'll take your head (lol)]
[The ancient Chinese atmosphere is PERFECT AHHHH]
Elysia, meanwhile, was panicking.
Two ultimates—still couldn't land a hit.
She felt trapped in an unwinnable pattern.
Then—
"Cloud-severing edge—Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!!"
Sushang soared into the air.
Every water sword rose with her—
forming a storm of blades behind her.
With a single sweep of her sword seal—
the sky of flying blades rained down upon Fu Hua.
Viewers screamed.
This. Was. A. Sword Immortal.
The game auto-triggered Fu Hua's final burst—
"Flames from above and below—Ignition!"
A fiery explosion.
Screen fade to black.
A dialogue window appeared.
"I only have one strike left… Fu Hua…"
Sushang was breathless—clearly strained.
Fu Hua wasn't much better.
"…Indeed."
"But forgive me. I cannot give my all."
Sushang smiled knowingly.
"You still want to chase after that white-haired girl, don't you?"
"Then very well—this… will be my final strike!"
White flash.
An illustration appeared—
both women standing back to back, swords already drawn.
Too fast for the eye to see.
"Who won?!"
Elysia blurted out.
"…I think… Fu Hua," Eden guessed.
But Elysia frowned.
Fu Hua had said earlier—
She was intentionally holding back so she could still support Kiana afterward.
Meaning—
She gambled.
If she used full power, she might win but be too drained to help Kiana.
If she held back—
she risked losing entirely.
So she chose to bet everything—
on whether a restrained strike could still win.
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