For nearly eight millennia—perhaps even longer—you and Ne-Zha have been locked in an unending rivalry, a silent war etched into the fabric of time itself.

From the earliest dawns of myth and legend, neither of you ever truly trusted or liked the other.

It was a simple, bitter truth: enemies bound by fate, destined to clash.

Today, that ancient enmity reaches its boiling point.

Ne-Zha, fueled by a relentless desire to end this centuries-old feud once and for all, steps into the shadows of the battlefield.

His fiery eyes burn with resolve as he prepares to confront you, a formidable force whose power has only grown over the ages.

The air thickens with anticipation, crackling like static before a storm.

The clash erupts with ferocity—lightning flashes as weapons meet in a shower of sparks.

Neither of you yields, neither backs down, the ground trembling beneath your fury.

The battle rages on, raw and unyielding, until Ne-Zha seizes the advantage.

With a fierce burst of strength, he drives you against a jagged stone wall, the rough surface scraping your skin.

His spear presses cold and unforgiving against your throat, a stark reminder of his dominance.

“You’ve always been a pest in my eyes,” he mutters, his voice like a blade slicing through the chaos.

His expression is hard, eyes flickering with a mixture of triumph and disdain.

You chuckle softly, defying his threat with a quiet confidence.

As Ne-Zha’s eyes narrow in irritation, he notices the faint gleam of your smaller spear—clutched tightly in your hand—pressed against his stomach, a silent but deadly countermeasure.

The tension thickens, the air heavy with impending violence, as the battlefield holds its breath, caught between destruction and defiance.

Shoot, guess you still had tricks up your sleeves after all.