Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

What if you strike down and it gets blocked?

She would never be able to reaffirm her vow and would be impotent for the rest of her life.

It was this hesitation that made her raise her sword, but she didn't bring it down for a long time. One second, two seconds, three seconds... her inner demons struck, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

If she was sweating profusely, then her uncle was drenched in sweat.

Why hasn't it been chopped down yet?

How long are you going to hold it up?

Doesn't your arm ache?

When Helen lifted it for the first second, the uncle was full of confidence; when he lifted it for the second second, the uncle's expression became serious; when it exceeded three seconds, the uncle was sweating profusely; when it exceeded ten seconds, the uncle was so anxious that he was rolling on the ground.

Not good.

What kind of game is this? How do you play this thing?

Roll over and retreat!

The enemy was too monstrous, so Uncle gave up parrying and rolled forward, then backward, then left and then right, looking as ugly as a mouse rolling around Helen. What made Uncle most desperate was that Helen still didn't strike down.

When the old man rolled to his fifth lap and successfully exhausted his energy, Helen's sword came crashing down.

Suddenly everything went white.

When the old man opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar stone, the familiar forest, the familiar path, and the familiar breathtaking scenery.

"Hey?"

The old man stared blankly and said, "Huh? Huh?"

"He's dead?"

"One cut?"

His live stream room was now filled with question marks.

'district?'

'What kind of game theory is this?'

'So, this is the first minion in the game?'

'These numbers? This mechanic? This difficulty?'

'So all those monsters before were just pretending to be Tang, trying to trick me?'

Chapter 48 Could it be that ugly swordsmanship is more powerful than handsome swordsmanship?

Helen blinked her eyes.

She felt like she was dreaming, but the lingering vibrations in her fingertips and the drops of blood dripping from the sword tip pulled her back to reality.

From a paladin's perspective, Helen's move just now was exceptionally bad, not even worthy of being called a sword move. It was just a slash, lacking both speed and angle, hesitant in its execution, utterly unremarkable, and without any highlights.

But even with such a terrible slash, the hideous, lightless being was cut down.

This completely violates the Lu family's ancestral motto: A handsome swordsman's skills are superior to an ugly one's.

For no apparent reason, she recalled what Ryan had said: "Your talent has been wasted all this time. Come with me, and I'll show you what true swordsmanship is."

Could it be that he's serious?

Is weightlifting my true talent?

impossible.

She couldn't accept such an ugly nature.

Helen shook her head, not wanting to be misled by Ryan's lies and disrupt her swordsmanship. She turned to look at the other three Lightless Ones. It must have been a coincidence. As the saying goes, things don't happen more than three times. She would practice her swordsmanship on these Lightless Ones again.

Having been targeted by the Melancholy Sister, the legendary investigator swallowed hard. The memory of his uncle's tragic death was still vivid in his mind. It was all this guy's fault for provoking the Melancholy Sister.

They didn't know Helen's name, but seeing that she was very melancholy, they nicknamed her "Melancholy Sister."

"Is it...is it possible to reconcile?"

What are you mumbling about...?

Helen paid no heed to any of that. She dragged her longsword backward toward the Lightless One, the dragon's gold hissing in the air.

As they got closer, the legendary investigator was surprised to find that the female knight had a powerful aura. She was tall and slender, covered in jet-black armor. Only the eyes projected from her visor were low and empty, without any light. Her oppressive presence was no less than that of any boss.

What's even more intimidating is the long sword she holds high.

To fire or not to fire, to flash or not to flash

This is an age-old problem.

The legendary investigator was sweating profusely. He exchanged glances with Maba Kaba and Yuzu. He couldn't just flick or dodge like his uncle, and he couldn't waste his energy. He had to be patient, withstand the pressure, and face his fear head-on.

One second, two seconds...

The long sword was held high like that; this game was incredibly exciting.

The legendary investigator stared intently at the sword, his breathing rapid. He struggled to calm himself and forcefully suppressed the urge to dodge. A full ten seconds passed, and his mind raced.

Meanwhile, Helen was also breathing rapidly.

To split or not to split, that is an age-old question.

If her strike is blocked, it means she has become utterly useless; if it is not blocked, it means Ryan is right, her true nature is indeed ugly... Thinking of this, her mind became chaotic, and her sword trembled.

In a confrontation with a master, even the slightest tremor is tantamount to an upheaval.

The legendary investigator instantly caught the change. Now! Melancholy is about to strike! Now! Roll and steal the knife! A smug smile crept across his face. Compared to the reckless old man, he, the legendary investigator, was the true master of action games.

The legendary investigator rolled to the left, but Helen did not strike down as he had expected.

The blade trembled, but it was just a simple tremor.

"?"

His pupils trembled; there was even a trick involved!

This knight is not only powerful in terms of stats, but also knows how to outwit his opponents.

The legendary investigator instantly understood the game behind it. With such a long attack animation and a tricky deception, who could possibly dodge it?

When facing a master, rolling to the side is tantamount to turning the world upside down.

Helen was a beat too slow to notice the change, and only after the legendary investigator tumbled to the ground did she frantically bring down her sword.

"Family members in the live stream, do you think I can survive this sword strike?"

The legendary investigator closed his eyes, a flash of white light appeared, and when he opened them again, he saw the familiar signstone, the familiar forest, the familiar path, the familiar breathtaking scenery, and the familiar appearance of the ancient god.

He and his uncle locked eyes, and for a moment, the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

"Brother, you died too? What a coincidence, haha."

"Yes, I just died."

The two brothers exchanged a few pleasantries with smiles, and after another period of silence, the tranquility of Sunset Forest was broken by their angry shouts.

"Extremely long attack animation and deceptive moves, have some decency!"

"This is a completely different level of difficulty from the previous one. You're luring people in to kill them, right?"

Ten minutes ago, Uncle and the legendary investigator were complaining that the battle difficulty was too low. Ten minutes later, they regretted their immaturity. Where was the easy, casual, and exciting game they were promised? Where was the easy part? Where was the casual part? Where was the exciting part?

"Fortunately."

The legendary investigator reassured the old man, "Yuzu and Makka Pakka are still alive. As long as they learn from our experience, avoid Melancholy, and find the key, we can unlock the church."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another flash of white light appeared before his eyes.

Yuzu, the legendary investigator, and the old man locked eyes, and for a moment, the atmosphere was incredibly awkward.

"Oh, everyone's dead."

"Thanks to you, he just died, his body is still warm."

The legendary investigator reassured Uncle and Yuzu, "It's alright, Makka Pakka is still alive. He's a kind and honest man, highly skilled and sensible; he certainly won't let the brothers' sacrifices go to waste..."

As soon as he finished speaking, three flashes of white light appeared before his eyes.

Makka Pakka stared into their eyes, and for a moment, the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

"How come you're dead too..." The legendary investigator broke down. "If you couldn't beat Melancholy Sister, why didn't you run away?"

“I did escape,” Makka Pakka said, “but my teammates have all perished. How could I live alone? So I turned around and died with them.”

The legendary investigator was speechless. It was indeed benevolent, but it was too benevolent!

The brothers from the four districts finally reunited. Gazing at the magnificent city of Chuguang in the distance, and then looking back at their own empty surroundings, they felt a sense of powerlessness, realizing that all their blessings had been wasted at the Shadow Tower. It must have been just like what Chen Zi'ang felt when he climbed the Youzhou Terrace and sang, "Looking at the vastness of heaven and earth, I am overwhelmed with sorrow and tears."

"The sword was drawn with a leisurely air, and it fell in thirty seconds." The legendary investigator sighed, his face full of sorrow, "It seems we have to run the map all over again?"

Not only do we have to walk across the invisible bridge again, but we also have to go to the Shadow Tower to steal a blessing.

The players were all in despair; they had to taste the stone twice for every single one they had to carry.

At this moment, the Shadow Tower.

Helen cleaved four Lightless Ones in succession. Her breathing quickened slightly, the thrill of slaying the twisted creatures still lingering, and her face flushed. She was surprised to find herself becoming addicted to the feeling of such ugly and terrible swordsmanship, which could instantly kill Lightless Ones.

Cool.

Especially when she raised her sword and watched those evil, lightless beings tumbling and crawling, racking their brains, sweating profusely, fighting wits and courage against thin air, only to be utterly defeated by her sword in the end, a twisted sense of happiness arose in her heart.

If she were still a chaste knight, she would surely despise herself now.

She was lost.

What is true swordsmanship? Does that mean... a cool sword technique isn't as impressive as an ugly one?

Chapter 49 Ryan's Swordplay

"Neither handsome nor ugly swordsmanship is impressive, Ms. Helen."

Ryan gave his answer: "The most powerful swordsmanship is the one that's 'nervous'."

nerve.

Helen lowered her head and rolled her eyes; she felt that Ryan was insulting Lu Ming's swordsmanship.

As a seasoned sword enthusiast, Helen firmly believes that the "Lu Ming Sword Technique" is not only a sword technique, but also a philosophical theory, containing the wisdom of the Lu Ming ancestor over thousands of years. It can be described as an encyclopedia of the Kingdom of Eden, and the world's understanding of the "Lu Ming Sword Technique" is less than one percent.

Ryan has only been practicing swordsmanship for less than half a month, so how could he possibly understand the "Lu Ming Sword Technique"?

"Shuai's swordsmanship is indeed amazing, but Lu Ming's swordsmanship has been amazing for thousands of years. The order of his moves has been thoroughly studied by others, which is why he pursues the 'ultimate speed' so that even if the enemy knows the next move, they can't catch it. That's why the Dragon Gold Longsword is restricted, because the poor can't afford it."

As Ryan picked up the blessing from the ground, he said, "The so-called ultimate speed is actually a helpless act."

"A monopolistic sword technique will eventually be eliminated by the times."

Helen instinctively wanted to refute, but then she felt that Ryan's words made some sense, and for a moment she couldn't find the words to refute him.

"But the sword techniques across all platforms are different."

He proudly said, "I copy other people's moves everywhere, how could the enemy possibly guess them?"

“Ugh…” Helen found Ryan’s words utterly absurd.

Is this a sword duel or a game of ( )?

After listening to Ryan's theory, Helen felt as if her brain had been challenged.

But recalling the battle just now, she had to admit that it also confirmed the latter's theory.

She was struck by her inner demons just now, and by holding her sword for too long, the Lightless One rolled around and died.

Could this be the legendary "no moves are better than moves"?

"Legend has it that in the Xia Dynasty in the far east, there was a princess named Xia Ji, who, like you, was also a female swordsman. She created a set of sword techniques, consisting of eight moves, each one unexpected and elusive, making her invincible on the battlefield. This is the masterpiece of the Nerve Sword Technique."

Ryan said in a serious tone, "Later generations called this legendary sword technique 'Xia Ji's Eight Cuts'."

Is Xia Ji's Eight Cuts more powerful than Lu Ming's Sword Technique?

As a fellow female swordswoman, Helen harbored deep hostility towards Xia Ji. She decided to create eight sword techniques based on Lu Ming's swordplay, which she named 'Hai Ji's Eight Cuts'.