Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Ryan no longer cared what was blocking his way; he just needed to deflect it.

He began to visualize again, and when he opened his eyes, the thorns of rejection became false targets for rejection.

Ryan didn't slow down his sprint; he raised his hand, and the straw sword came flying straight at him.

The sparks and spikes collided, creating fireworks one after another, withered yellow and bright yellow intertwining. As he charged forward, the fireworks exploded along the way, and wherever he passed, the spikes were completely burned away.

"Ah... the silver apostle."

Princess Kujira raised her eyes. Ten seconds had passed. Although her body was still burning, the spores on her chest had already taken shape.

That was both the spore and her heart.

“Lu Ming’s child…” she murmured, “How ironic.”

The pale fingers plunged into the chest, tearing out the intact heart.

then,

She threw her heart at Ryan.

The heart abandoned the body, and the withered princess's corpse fell backward and burned to ashes.

With a series of sonic booms tearing through the air, and the burning flames ceasing, the heart rapidly grew outwards in mid-air.

In the first second of being in the air, the meridian root system is generated.

In the second, the roots intertwined to form a shell, then branched out, producing limbs and a head.

In the third second, the Sickly Princess charged right in front of Ryan!

Ryan forced his way back and barely managed to parry. The straw sword collided with the withered princess. Had he been a fraction of a second later, he would have been crushed into mincemeat.

The withered princess gazed at Ryan through the blazing fire, her pale green eyes meeting his.

Why won't it wither?

She tilted her head and asked.

They're invincible; each one is more cunning than the last.

The players were completely dumbfounded.

Jasmine slashed at the shadow of the withered princess. The straw sword in the shadow was as deadly as a venomous snake. As long as it touched the spores on the shadow, it could connect the damage to the main body.

The withered princess took half a step back, barely avoiding the shadow sword.

The ailing princess has not fully recovered...

Ryan thought to himself, "It's been too short. She's only grown an outer skin; her flesh and bones haven't regenerated yet."

Otherwise, that attack would have been enough to kill Ryan.

It shouldn't be this soft and limp.

How long will it take for the succumbing princess to fully regenerate?

Ten seconds, five seconds?

Or shorter?

This is the last chance.

The only fortunate thing was that although the pale solar eclipse rose, its light was blocked by clouds.

Ryan's straw sword and Miss Jasmine's shadow sword thrust out alternately.

As soon as his sword fell, Jasmine raised her sword, which overlapped into an impenetrable storm of blades. Bright flames and smoldering flames burned alternately. Players watching from the side exclaimed in amazement that it was invincible. How could anyone dodge that?

Ryan moved as fast as two people combined.

It's no longer ordinary ADHD, but ADHD with multiple personality disorder.

What terrified players was the seamless interplay of light and shadow.

Ryan's Lu Ming Sword Technique is the 'true' Lu Ming Sword Technique, dark, damp, and eerie. Miss Jasmine's Lu Ming Sword Technique, however, is a 'pirated' version, a sword technique focused on extreme speed and the pursuit of light.

Light and shadow, slow and fast—these two completely different styles have somehow overlapped.

It's a combo attack!

Ryan can certainly work well with Jasmine.

Because his Lu Ming sword was taught by Jasmine, and the person he sparred with the most was Miss Jasmine Lu Ming.

They were together for sixteen years.

This time, it was just a replay of countless previous practices.

Ryan was panting heavily; his throat had been punctured, and each breath felt like poison being sent into his heart.

But he could no longer feel pain in his body; he couldn't even sense anything within his body. All he could see was his sword.

His sword, and Jasmine's sword.

0.9, 0.91, 0.92...

Ryan severed the princess's left arm, and Shadow cut off her right leg. The withered princess let out a soft "sigh" and almost lost her balance as raging flames burned along her severed limbs.

Ryan and Jasmine slashed again, this time determined to sever both her spirit and flesh simultaneously.

"It's not fun anymore."

She glanced at Ryan unexpectedly, then plunged her right hand into her chest, pulled out her heart, and threw it behind her.

The spores sprouted a trunk and limbs in the air, but the newborn princess ignored Ryan and dug into her chest again in mid-air to retrieve the spores and continue throwing them into the sky.

The abandoned body, its eyes devoid of light, fell to the ground.

The heart, propelled by the speed of these successive throws, surges into the sky at an incredible rate.

The third time, a rudimentary shell was born, its heart was dug out in mid-air, and it was thrown upwards again.

Its speed increased rapidly, gradually turning into afterimages.

Like a rocket launching into space, it dropped its power compartment stage by stage.

The withered princess left behind one corpse after another. The girls fell to the ground with empty eyes, their bodies smashed and bloodied, their broken limbs blooming like fireworks for miles around.

Her heart is like a shooting star rising against the sky.

That escape was incredibly imaginative...

The players stared blankly at the sky, wondering where the Sickly Princess was going...

My heart is about to escape!

Damn, this game is way too free!

Ryan knew the answer; she was going to the Pale Eclipse. Since the White Night was obscured by clouds, she would go there on her own initiative.

The Pale Eclipse is the primordial curse; under the white night, all His offspring will be blessed.

What should we do now?

In a second, the blight spores had risen high into the sky, about to break through the clouds and fall into the embrace of the white night.

A normal slash would definitely not hit her.

Ryan looked up at the sky. It was about to rain. The silvery sunlight shone on the clouds, making the world half bright and half dark.

A thousand years ago, the first Sword Saint, Charlie, slew the twilight in the Land of No Light.

But he was clearly standing on the ground, so he couldn't possibly touch the twilight when he swung his sword.

But Charlie did it.

This is the official 1.0 version of Lu Ming's sword technique, a strike that ignores distance and matter—[Dawn].

According to a thousand-year tradition, all the moves of Lu Ming Sword Technique are taught openly to Lu Minglin's swordsmen, regardless of whether they are nobles or commoners.

But this last move is the one that no swordsman can learn.

Even a genius sword fanatic like Helen couldn't learn this move.

Because [Dawn] is not written in the sword manual, but engraved in the blood.

There's nothing strange about that.

After all, in the previous life on Earth, knowledge and education were also spread through sex.

In the original timeline, Ryan's skill list naturally included this move, 'Dawn Break'.

However, that was two years later, when twilight fell, Lu Mingling fell, and he awakened his Sword Saint bloodline.

However, Ryan knew he could do it now.

As a massive amount of blessings were poured into his body, he fought life-or-death battles against powerful enemies time and time again. Before his brain could learn, his hands learned first.

Or.

He had learned that from the moment Ryan chose to stay instead of running away as planned.

Ryan doesn't need to sever the entire twilight, nor does he need to sever the entire white night; he can't do that now. He only needs to sever that tiny bit of twilight and white night.

Cangyin's eyes were fixed on the silvery night sky, on the heart that was flowing upstream. He lowered his breathing to the minimum, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

Ryan lowered his body and slashed his sword into the night.

This withered, dark world needs the dawn.

Even if it's just a tiny bit.

Chapter 80 The White Night is Coming (End of this volume)

The dawn was fleeting.

The players only saw Ryan draw his sword, and they were wondering what had gotten into him when they saw a faint light appear on the sky, as the sword had pierced a small hole.

Ryan was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, and his heart felt like it was being torn apart.

That sword strike just now, with perfect timing, location, and support, drained all his spirit and magic power.

He also understood that even if he were at his peak, he would find it difficult to unleash such a sword strike again.

High in the sky, a corner of the night curtain was lifted.

The thick clouds tore apart.

As dawn broke.

The withered spores that flowed upstream were cut open by the dawn and burned by the blazing fire.

They opened their eyes in confusion, looked back at Ryan, then back at the sky, looking back and forth repeatedly. How far apart were they? Hundreds of meters? Thousands of meters?

Cutting off a fist-sized spore from such a distance.

What's the difference between this and using an anti-aircraft gun to shoot down a mosquito?

After the initial shock, doubt arose.

With its mechanics and design, it's a waste of their talents to make them village chiefs in a beginner's village; they should really be the strongest boss.

The players immediately understood that Lao Bao was reluctant to abandon them, which was why he had made himself suffer in the desolate Wuguang Territory.

He really made me cry my eyes out.

Ryan felt a chill; it was a swordsman's intuition. He knew that a player was secretly doing him a favor.

Ignoring the players' pent-up filial piety, Ryan knew it wasn't over yet.

He only struck once, but the withered princess possessed both a spirit and spores on her flesh.

Even if one of them is severed, it will regenerate.

Princess Kujira is just that hard to kill.

Ryan stopped the Blight Princess from entering the White Night. He looked up at the sky, where the severed spores lost their upward momentum, burned in the blazing fire, and began to fall.

The time it takes for a spore to regenerate is much longer than the time it takes for a body to regenerate.

Ryan counted them carefully; the last time the princess regenerated her spores, it took her a full ten seconds.

Ten seconds is enough for him to fall to the ground.

Dragging his straw sword and his extremely weak body, Ryan ran towards the direction where the withered disease had fallen, cursing in his heart, "You bitch, don't even think about escaping."