Several smooth, translucent tentacles stretched out of the void, wrapped around Lumine's, Keqing's, and Li Qiuzhi's own waists, and set them steadily on the ground.
Everyone looked up slightly and discovered that Childe's appearance had changed considerably.
He floated in midair, the mask on his face now red, with a single "eye" glowing blue in its center.
The weapon he held was no longer a bow or a pair of blades, but something resembling a spear, except that one end had what looked like a blade.
To Li Qiuzhi, it looked like a long-handled saber.
Childe certainly lived up to his talent for Mastery of Weapons. He seemed to know how to use every kind of weapon.
Although Li Qiuzhi could probably do the same if he wanted, there were already no obvious shortcomings in his current repertoire. Learning too much would only spread his Experience Points thin.
For now, specializing in his existing skills would more or less suffice.
Once he had Experience Points to spare, he could learn a few skills for using other weapons. Perhaps the insights would carry over and let him handle opponents who used them with greater ease.
"What's going on with him? He feels much stronger!"
Keqing watched Childe, whose outfit had changed drastically, her fair, pretty face filled with gravity.
"This might be Childe's strongest state, with all his trump cards out. Be careful, everyone."
Li Qiuzhi exhaled silently and tightened his grip on his sword hilt, ready to attack or defend at any moment.
He saw that Childe had now risen to level eighty-two. It seemed Foul Legacy gave him a considerable boost.
"Haha, now it's my turn to attack!"
Childe spoke in a voice that had become strange and synthetic, with unmistakable laughter in it.
The moment his words fell,