The Hot-Tempered Blond Won't Dream of His Crazy Little Sister

It's one thing to be outmatched in output, but this guy's skills are also amazing.

Is this even allowed to live in peace?

In the Childe's opinion, Mo Wang's current strength is probably comparable to that of his grandmaster.

"They're moving too fast. Mo Wang is about to be completely wiped out."

At this moment, the Scaramouche noticed a sudden decrease in the number of monsters he was controlling, and he frowned.

Although he didn't care about these monsters who were just grunts, the fact that they were dealt with so quickly still surprised the Scaramouche.

"I've said it before, he's very strong. Even in the entire universe, there are only a handful of people who can defeat him."

At this moment, Aha looked at the frowning Scaramouche and said with a smile.

Hearing Aha's laughter, the Scaramouche ' faces showed signs of annoyance.

"Since the monsters are useless, let those guys take the hit!"

At that moment, Mo Wang, who was dealing with the monster, sensed a bullet formed from elemental force flying towards him.

Mo Wang to casually swat away the incoming elemental attacks, and look up in the direction from which they came. You will see a group of Fatui soldiers staggering towards you, their movements stiff as the Puppet.

"Scaramouche ' henchman?" The Childe frowned, his tone filled with disgust. "This guy doesn't even spare his own people; he's truly disgusting."

Mo Wang shrugged and scoffed, "He's Puppet himself, yet he uses this kind of method to control his subordinates. Isn't that a psychopath?"

He raised his hand to deal with the Fatui, but stopped abruptly just as he was about to move. The Childe looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"

Mo Wang didn't answer, but his eyes turned cold as he pointed behind the Fatui. The Childe followed his gaze, his expression instantly changing—behind the Fatui, there was a squad of controlled Millelith soldiers. Their steps were stiff, their eyes Hollow, yet they were still wearing Liyue's standard armor, clearly being forcibly controlled.

"..." Mo Wang paused for a moment, then sneered, "I take back what I just said. This guy isn't just a psychopath, he's disgusting and utterly perverted."

At that moment, he felt extremely agitated.

The [Destruction] destiny that had been suppressed was now beginning to grow stronger.

The Childe frowned, looking at Mo Wang: "What do you plan to do? Take action directly? But they are just ordinary people being controlled."

To be honest, even the Childe would find this situation troublesome.

He also knew that among the Fatui, many were merely those who obeyed orders.

Those people weren't inherently bad.

The Childe didn't want to deal with these guys himself.

Just then, several Fatui suddenly attacked the two.

Seeing this, Mo Wang and the Childe quickly dealt with these guys.

"Not going to make a move? Heh, so you hesitated after seeing that it was a human?"

At this moment, the Scaramouche who were secretly observing noticed the two men's movements and let out a series of cold laughs.

"I'd like to see how you intend to resolve this matter."

"That Scaramouche, Sanbing..." The Childe kicked aside the unconscious Debt Collector at his feet, twirling the water blade in his palm. "Or should I handle it? Anyway, the debts of the Fatui will ultimately fall on my shoulders."

"Stand back." Mo Wang suddenly pressed down on the Childe's shoulder, and with his other hand, he drew a black and gold longsword from the void. The blade trembled and hummed, and dark purple Honkai energy coiled around it as if it were alive.

"What is that?" The Childe was slightly lost in thought when he saw the new weapon in Mo Wang's hand.

This sword is different from the previous Heavenly Fire Sacred Judgment; it gives the Childe a more dangerous aura.

"Jizo Mitama - Six Paths!"

Where the blade flashed, dozens of giant shadow pythons made of energy roared out, precisely piercing the back of the neck of each controlled individual. The Fatui and the Millelith fell to the ground in unison like the Puppet broken strings, a few strands of purple puppet silk drifting from the back of their necks.

"You...!" The Childe's eyes widened.

"I only severed the control link." Mo Wang sheathed his sword, a cold laugh mingling with the clanging of metal. "Compared to some piece of trash who can't even be a proper Puppet, at least I can distinguish between destruction and salvation."

At this moment, the Scaramouche who were secretly observing frowned.

His fists were clenched tightly, and he appeared extremely angry.

"That guy actually has such power?"

The Scaramouche stared at Aha, seemingly wanting an explanation from him.

"Isn't this normal? I've already told you, he's my only family."

When confronted with the Scaramouche ' questions, Aha simply smiled.

This infuriated the Scaramouche.

If they weren't certain they couldn't defeat Aha right now, the Scaramouche might have already made their move.

"But where did that kid learn this ability? He can actually cut off my control... Heh, this is getting more and more interesting."

However, in reality, neither the Scaramouche nor Aha herself knew how Mo Wang had managed to do it.

"These people, are they just going to be left like this?"

The Childe looked at the Fatui and Millelith, who were all lying on the ground, and felt as if he had seen something, yet also as if he hadn't seen anything at all.

The main problem is that all of this happened a little too fast.

He even began to doubt what he had come here for.

Did I really need to come here?

"I must kill that guy."

However, to the Childe's surprise, Mo Wang did not answer his question. Instead, he stared ahead with a murderous look on his face.

Why is this guy suddenly so angry?

The Childe was taken aback by Mo Wang's attitude. At that moment, he felt a sensation from Mo Wang that was like a volcano about to erupt.

That desire to Destruction everything was about to erupt.

Just as the Childe was about to say something more, he suddenly noticed that the terrifying killing intent around Mo Wang receded like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his lazy appearance, as if his previous rage was just an illusion.

"You bastard..." The Childe's lips twitched, "What was with that murderous look on your face just now? I almost thought you were going to chop me up too."

Mo Wang glanced at him disdainfully. "Why all this nonsense? What use are you? You can't even be a proper tool."

"Hey!" The Childe was so angry that he twirled the water blade in his hand. "It was clearly you who finished too quickly! I didn't even have a chance to attack!"

The two were exchanging barbs when they suddenly stopped in their tracks—at the corner of the rock wall ahead, Keqing and Yelan lay unconscious on the ground, their long purple and blue hair intertwined, with several broken puppet threads scattered around them.

"What's going on?" Mo Wang crouched down to check, his brows furrowing deeper. "We haven't even arrived yet, how did they end up lying here? The Scaramouche didn't even control them?"

The Childe stroked his chin and leaned closer. "Maybe that guy will suddenly take pity on the ladies? After all, these two are both beauties..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Wang's look of disdain.

"Do you think that Puppet would have that kind of humanity?" Mo Wang sneered. "He'd even scheme against his own mother."

"Uh... that's true." The Childe scratched his head awkwardly, then suddenly a thought struck him. "Could it be that because you can break the control, he simply gave up on those two?"

Okay, although this still sounds ridiculous, it's much more believable than the idea of Scaramouche showing mercy to women.

"Anyway, let's go check on them first." As soon as Mo Wang finished speaking, the surrounding air suddenly distorted.

Countless purple mists surged out from beneath Keqing and Yelan, instantly enveloping an area of ten meters in radius.

"Oh no! This is a trap!"

Mo Wang's pupils constricted sharply. At the critical moment, she grabbed the Childe by the back of his collar and used all her strength to throw him out of the fog.

The Childe tumbled through the air and fell seven or eight meters away. Before he could get up, he saw a thick purple mist that completely enveloped Mo Wang.

"What on earth is going on?!" The Childe propped himself up, staring in astonishment at the writhing purple mist.

"What? The trap only caught one person?" Scaramouche's voice came from above the rock face. He sat leisurely on a protruding rock, swinging his legs. "Well, it doesn't matter, there's only one piece of trash left anyway."

The Childe instantly entered battle mode, water elements condensing into twin blades in his palms. He stared intently at the Scaramouche: "What did you do to him?"

The Scaramouche glanced at the Childe with disdain and sneered, "I didn't expect you to actually side with Liyue. Ha, did those Liyue guys break your legs and make you beg for mercy on your knees?"

"There's no other way, Liyue is just too strong." The Childe shrugged, chuckling awkwardly, but secretly adjusted the angle of the water blade in his hand. "If I didn't do this, I'd probably be stuck there forever."

"To actually kneel and beg for mercy from the enemy, you've completely abandoned the dignity of the Fatui." The Scaramouche's smile gradually turned sinister. "You bastard, you're truly a disgrace."

The Childe suddenly lowered his center of gravity, water blades crossing in front of him. "The other six nations are not enemies of the Fatui. From beginning to end, the Queen's orders to us were only to find a way to obtain the Gnosis." His voice grew colder, "As for the dignity of the Fatui... ha, you traitor, you have no right to speak of me."

The Scaramouche ' expressions instantly darkened.

"Since you're no longer Harbinger of the Fatui," the Childe's water blade began to vibrate rapidly, "Then I have no choice but to kill you here." A maniacal smile curled at the corner of his lips. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"You really dare to say that," the Scaramouche slowly stood up, violent Electro exploding around him. "Just a lowly brat from the bottom seat, how dare he provoke me, the sixth seat holder?"

Two completely different elemental forces collided in mid-air, bursting out with dazzling light.

At the moment the Childe's water blade clashed with the Scaramouche's sword, the Childe continued to say to the Scaramouche, "Heh, I heard you're actually an old relic? What a disgrace, you're already so old, yet you still act like a child? I heard you're also a puppet? No wonder you like controlling others so much, so you're a psychopath, aren't you?"

Hearing the Childe's words, the Scaramouche's expression grew even more ferocious as he said, "Your mouth is still so foul. Today I'll make sure you can't utter a word again." In an instant, the Scaramouche's elemental power surged, directly repelling the Childe.

The Childe was jolted back several steps by the lightning, his boots leaving two scorch marks on the rocky ground. He shook his numb wrist, but his grin widened even further. "Oh, the old fogey's gotten angry? Did I touch a nerve?"

The Electro surrounding the Scaramouche suddenly turned an eerie purplish-black, and the sky abruptly darkened. He hovered in mid-air, looking down at the Childe with disdain. "You lowly brat... you have no idea what kind of being you're facing."

"It's just a broken doll that's lived for hundreds of years—" The Childe suddenly sprang to attention, his lightning blade slicing through three intersecting arcs of light. "What are you pretending to be, acting Tail!"

The Scaramouche's expression twisted utterly, lightning exploding around him, even the air itself began to tremble. "That mouth of yours... I'll tear it apart today!"

"Come on!" the Childe laughed wildly, and the water blade suddenly erupted with blinding lightning. "Let me show you the power of the lowest-ranking person!"

Electro condensed into twin blades in his palm, and he transformed into a bolt of lightning, charging straight at the Scaramouche. However, the Scaramouche merely sneered and raised their hands—

"Boom!"

The moment the two Electro collided, the Childe's lightning blade was completely absorbed by the Scaramouche, as if it had sunk into the sea. Even more terrifying, the lightning on the Scaramouche' bodies suddenly turned a strange purple, its power increasing several times over in a backlash.

"What?!" The Childe hastily switched back to water element to block, but was still blasted more than ten meters away by the attack, crashing heavily into the rock wall. He coughed up blood and looked up in disbelief. "When did you...?"

"Playing with lightning in front of my Electro?" The Scaramouche slowly descended, purple mist seeping from his body. "How utterly foolish."

The Childe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with even greater fighting spirit. "Interesting... It seems that siding with that Archon has made you quite strong?"

"Shut up!" the Scaramouche suddenly roared in fury, purple lightning transforming into a giant hand that slammed down. "What do you know!"

The Childe rolled away, creating a crater three meters in diameter in the ground where he had stood. He was startled: This power... has this guy become this strong?

"What's wrong? All you can do now is hide?" The Scaramouche grinned maliciously, spreading his arms wide, countless lightning spears forming behind him. "Where did your arrogance go?"

"Heh..." The Childe suddenly laughed, water elements forming a vortex around him. "You know what? What I hate most is someone like you—"

The water vortex suddenly expanded, engulfing all the incoming lightning spears.

"—An old geezer who puts on airs just because he's old!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Childe had already charged forward to the Scaramouche, his water blade aimed straight for their throats. The Scaramouche hastily parried, but were forced back several steps by the attack.

"You're courting death!" The Scaramouche were utterly enraged. Purple mist suddenly erupted from his seven orifices, and his aura surged once more. Lightning materialized into solid armor, covering his entire body, and even his pupils turned an eerie purplish-black.

The Childe master's pupils contracted: This is... the power of that Archon?!

"Now, I'll show you the real difference." The Scaramouche's voice became low and hoarse, as if countless voices were speaking at the same time. He slowly raised his hand, and the Electro within a hundred meters instantly went berserk.

"Boom!"

Countless bolts of lightning rained down from the sky, causing the entire cave to tremble violently. The Childe struggled to stay afloat within the curtain of water, secretly alarmed. "This time, I'm afraid I'm doomed."

Just as he was about to give up, the purple mist that had been enveloping Mo Wang suddenly exploded.

An unimaginable, violent power spread throughout the entire Guyun Stone Forest.

In that instant, even Zhongli and the others, who were far away in Liyue Harbor, felt this violent power.

"Is this power Mo Wang?"

Everyone stared in disbelief at the distant view, only to find that the clouds above Guyun Stone Forest had been pierced through.

"Scaramouche! You're asking for it!"

Mo Wang emerged from the mist, his hair standing on end in fury, his entire body enveloped in a dense aura of Destruction.

At this moment, in the eyes of the Childe and the Scaramouche, Mo Wang was like a demon.

Chapter 382: The grumpy blond guy won't dream of his crazy, stupid sister.

The moment Mo Wang was pulled into the trap by the Scaramouche, the world before his eyes turned pitch black.

After realizing he had fallen into a trap, his anxiety continued to intensify.

The path to Destruction was now beginning to take hold deep within his heart.