Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Helen Assyria was a prodigy in swordsmanship and a sword fanatic.

The Assyrian family is a branch of the Lumin family, and Helen Assyrian naturally learned a pirated version of Lumin's swordsmanship. It is an impossible miracle for a level 1 paladin to stab a level 25 swordsman.

Moreover, under the influence of the curse, Ryan couldn't even execute a complete sword move.

But that's okay, he has more than just the fast and slow knives as his trump cards.

Ryan will defeat Helen Ashur and travel to the ends of the earth—the battle between the orthodox and the pirated, in which he will surely prevail.

Because the genuine product will always win.

Helen is the challenger.

Chapter 7 Audience: Is there still a defeat performance to watch?

The next day, early in the morning.

Lu Ming's Martial Arts Training Ground.

As dawn broke, before the pale light of day had faded and the morning mist still lingered, the entire training ground was surrounded by people.

The big news that "the third young master of the Lu family is going to have a duel with the knights and servants of the branch family" had already spread four days ago.

The Lumin family's fiefdom is located in the western border of the Kingdom of Eden, and governs three administrative provinces.

Extending from the 'Lightless Territory' on the border to the Whispering Forest, and deep into the heart of the western border, the governor's mansion, 'Radiant City' Thornhaven, boasts enlightened policies, abundant resources, and a prosperous population.

With nothing much to do after a full meal, people have limited entertainment options, so seeing something like this is naturally something to talk about with great interest.

After all, it's a rare treat to have a billionaire personally perform for everyone.

It wasn't just the general public who were interested; the aristocratic circles were also interested.

Ryan, the third young master of the Lu Ming family, is not exactly a household name in Lu Ming territory, but he is certainly notorious.

They were born without any divine protection, and are therefore called 'born with light'.

There had never been such a precedent before him, let alone for the noble Lu Ming family.

Even commoners are generally blessed by the god of craftsmen, 'the protection of hammers and furnaces', or by the spring elves, 'the protection of cultivation and abundance', and can become craftsmen or farmers in the future.

Those like Ryan, who received no blessing, meant that the gods had never expected anything from them. To put it nicely, they were born with the light of life, but behind the scenes, the public called this third young master "a useless person."

It has no other use than to produce offspring for the Lu Ming family.

Therefore, in addition to the curious public, noble ladies and daughters of merchants and officials also paid attention to this matter.

The military resources of the Lu Ming family will be inherited by Ryan's eldest brother, while the political resources will go to Ryan's sister.

Therefore, the noble title of the Lu Ming family naturally fell to the 'useless man' Ryan Lu Ming.

For this reason, the minor nobles and wealthy merchants used their connections to gain the right to attend the ceremony. Their daughters were all dressed up in beautiful and charming outfits, each with their own unique style. They thought that after the naive young master's defeat, they could take advantage of the situation to comfort him. Even if they couldn't arrange a marriage, it would be good to leave behind a seed.

For Lu Ming's family, having an illegitimate child meant a leap in social class.

Even if you don't have the chance, it would be great to feast your eyes on that legendary handsome face.

He's both useless and handsome; in the modern world, wouldn't he be a top star?

Unless he cheated, no one thought Ryan could win. Everyone just felt that this young master was approachable and down-to-earth, knowing that everyone was bored, so he humbled himself and put on a show for everyone.

“Look, that’s the young master’s tent.”

Someone shouted something, and everyone's eyes turned to look.

Sword duels between knights are no joke.

Frequent accidents, and in more serious cases, even fatal ones.

Therefore, families with the means would wear expensive armor for protection; the secret armor that the Lu Ming family prepared for Ryan armed him from head to toe, surrounding him in layers upon layers.

The inner layer consisted of a soft dragon-hide armor, followed by a medium mithril armor, and the outermost layer of heavy armor crafted from black dragon scales. Finally, a black-faced silver helmet was worn over it. Each piece was a priceless treasure, as heavy as Mount Tai, exuding an aura of royalty...

This is the reason why Ryan became king; let's just call it the 'King's Set'.

【Lu Mingzhong's Scaled Armor】

[Rank: Master]

The dwarven master insists this armor was crafted for trolls.

"Please don't move."

Miss Jasmine's voice was close to Ryan's chest. She stood on tiptoe, her brows slightly furrowed, "Otherwise, you won't be able to wear the inner armor."

This King's Set requires the assistance of a knight's attendant to put on properly, and since Ryan doesn't have an attendant, Miss Jasmine has to help him.

“It’s a little itchy,” Ryan said.

"Please don't move, stick your left foot out."

Miss Jasmine fastened the buckles on the armor, then knelt down and slipped the mithril boots onto Ryan's feet. "His Excellency the Duke has instructed that you cannot go on stage without wearing this armor."

Ryan was quite pleased that his father still cared about him.

Both feet were slipped into mithril boots, and finally, Miss Jasmine put a helmet on Ryan and removed the mask as well.

"You must wear this helmet properly."

Jasmine's expression was quite serious. She cleared her throat slightly and imitated Lawrence's tone:

The Duke emphasized, "No matter where it's injured, its face won't be hurt. This is my greatest masterpiece of my life!"

"What a beautiful face, it's a pity that Ryan is growing under it."

"Old Deng..." Ryan's face darkened, and the filial piety that had just arisen vanished without a trace.

The third bell tolled in the arena, and the fog gradually dissipated. With his dragon-gold longsword in hand and helmet on, Ryan spoke in a deep, muffled voice, "It's time for me to go on stage."

"Ah."

Miss Jasmine nodded.

“Young Master Ryan, I’ll remember that.”

Ryan lifted the tent flap and walked outside. At that moment, the overwhelming sunlight shone into the dim tent, and he heard the girl's voice behind him: "You owe me thirty gold coins."

You owe me thirty gold coins, so as agreed, you must win.

Nobody thought Ryan could win, except Miss Jasmine.

“No, you owe me thirty gold coins,” Ryan said without turning his head.

“We owe each other thirty gold coins,” Miss Jasmine said helplessly. “Is that alright?”

The fourth bell tolled.

Ryan didn't argue anymore. He completely lifted the curtain, his first public appearance, and the area outside was packed with people.

People eagerly looked up, wanting to witness the top-tier charisma of this third young master—

The onlookers were greatly disappointed, for no other reason than this.

Ryan was wearing way too many layers.

It was covered in layers upon layers of thick armor. Everyone knew that this set of armor was of extraordinary quality and priceless. Even if a pig wore it, it could stand there and be hacked through!

This isn't considered cheating?

I thought it would be a lot of fun, but it turned out to be so boring.

They're just here to gild this young master's resume; they can write "dueled with a second-tier knight, ending in a draw" on it.

A useless person, indeed a useless young master.

The ladies were the most disappointed; Ryan was wearing a masked helmet, so you couldn't see his face at all.

Not only could you not see his face, but the three layers of armor made him look bulky, and he moved around panting. His whole body was a dark, round, and chubby blob, wrapped up like a twisted black area.

Maybe those rumors are all false, and this third young master is probably an ugly monster.

I dare not see anyone.

Only Grand Duke Lawrence smiled, admiring Ryan's demeanor and praising him sincerely, "My son truly has the bearing of a king!"

"This is the true way of the king; mages must wear heavy armor."

Archduke Lawrence delivered an important speech, and the butler beside him quickly took notes.

In this way, Ryan can neither win nor lose, and it will make the latter realize reality, which is a win-win situation.

The most gratified person in the entire event, besides Archduke Lawrence, was Lady Helen Assyria, Ryan's opponent.

It turns out my family didn't abandon me.

The female knight was deeply moved. With Ryan dressed like this, she could use her full strength without any problems.

Her gaze towards Ryan couldn't help but carry a hint of amusement; after all, the opportunity to legally beat up the offspring of a noble family was a rare one in the world.

Helen had long disliked this soft-spoken young master.

It was the patriarch's order to teach this good-for-nothing young master a profound lesson and shatter his unrealistic delusions.

Ryan and Helen stepped onto the arena, and the priest performed a ceremony to praise God. When the fifth bell rang, the duel was about to begin.

Ryan made his move as soon as the competition began.

Heavy armor was indeed a reason for him to become king, but given his current state of muscle weakness, the load-bearing capacity was too low; wearing three layers of armor, he couldn't even roll over.

He can't wear triple armor, no, Ryan can't even wear one layer of armor.

Ryan wants to win.

He didn't want to survive; he wanted to win.

Now that the ceremony had begun, Archduke Lawrence could no longer stop the duel. He was only wearing this heavy armor to fool his father.

There's no need for that now.

"Wait, what is he doing?"

Under the puzzled gazes of the audience, Ryan removed his outer armor, followed by his inner armor... Without the assistance of attendants, he moved very slowly.

The onlookers' gazes shifted from confusion to astonishment. This third young master hadn't even kept the middle armor; in fact, he'd even taken off the inner armor.

He wore only a light-colored shirt and underpants.

In the chilly spring breeze, the young man's silhouette was as light and graceful as a white fallen leaf.

It's not enough; it's still too heavy.

Ryan was still not satisfied; it wasn't extreme enough. For a skilled player, there was no difference between dying in one hit and dying halfway in one hit.

Because Ryan wouldn't let a single blow land on him.

[Parry Protection Lv1: Parry at the absolute limit, capable of defending against the vast majority of physical attacks]

【Blessing of Rolling Lv1: Perform a roll at the absolute limit to dodge most magical attacks】

Then, the boy gently lifted his foot, unfastened the iron buckle on his silver boot, and stepped barefoot onto the damp grass.

This young master has gone mad, not even wearing basic armor... All the onlookers suddenly stood up.

Don't kill!

The Duke of Lawrence abruptly stood up.

Ryan was still not satisfied. He looked at the dragon-gold longsword in his hand; it was still too heavy.

Using the Dragon Gold Longsword to perform the 'True Lu Ming Sword Technique', one could only manage a few moves; even switching to a silver sword, one could only practice less than a third of the techniques...

Moreover, without meeting the power requirements of the equipment, he cannot unleash its full potential.

If it were a fight based solely on pure strength, a battle that would determine who was superior and who would die, Ryan would definitely lose to Helen.

But this time the rules are different; the condition for victory is to 'stab Helen in a vital spot with a sword'.

So, all you need to do is stab her, no matter what you use.

Regardless of the damage dealt, this is Ryan's chance to win.

Ryan's swordsmanship is a multi-platform swordsmanship.

"I apologize, Knight Helen."

Ryan apologized to Helen, half-mockingly saying, "I'm too weak, a useless person. I can't use this sword; it's too heavy."